Michelle's Story Ch. 03

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Thema was excited yet still apprehensive about leaving her childhood behind and entering the new chapter of her life. She was in the next room when all the senior warriors ravaged the white woman and she managed to peek into the room a few times. Every time she saw Michelle's nakedness, it sent a shiver of anxiety through her lithe body. Thema wasn't sure what it meant, but one thing she did know, she felt sympathy for Michelle.

The picture of untamed lust and erotic bliss was etched in her head. She witnessed glimpses of her big, tribal brothers on top of the most ravishing woman she had ever seen. It appeared to Thema that Michelle did not struggle, but rather she actually enjoyed the lewd affair. The most profound aspect of it all was watching the men fondle, caress and nibble on Michelle's exceptional titties. All the women of Thema's tribe had cone-shaped breasts with areolas and nipples that were not too defined or outstanding.

The images were burnt into her head and Thema would never get rid of the white tits being ravaged by black men. The men eventually left Michelle's tattered and abused body strewn on top of the makeshift bed and they disappeared into the growing darkness of the evening. The older women of the tribe suddenly appeared and entered the room once the men departed. Thema listened to the women talking about how they were going to punish the white bitch who had brought dishonor to their men.

The young Thema watched the women get Michelle to her feet, still naked and covered with sweaty moisture. They pushed and shoved the bewildered woman from one to the other and the women made sure each one slapped Michelle, as she neared. The gorgeous, white flesh quickly turned a brilliant reddish color, but Michelle did not feel any pain. The foreign drugs still controlled her mind and Michelle merely tried to keep on her feet.

All of a sudden the young princess burst into the fray. She spoke loud and clear in her native tongue. "Leave her alone! All of you go... go now, or I'll punish each and every one of you," Thema yelled at the older women of her tribe. "Zuberi considers her a queen... so you leave her alone. She will stay with me... go... go!"

The women, who were much older and supposedly wiser than the young Thema, all knew their position in the tribe. This young woman would soon be Queen and she was of the highest order, being the daughter of their chief. Thema had reached the age of maturity in their African family and although the ceremony had not been conducted, all the women knew Thema carried the ultimate status of any woman.

Michelle didn't really know what had just happened, but she was aware that this young woman holding her upright did her an immense favor. For whatever reason, and one she would never understand, Michelle fell against the tall, slender African girl. There was just the two women standing in the center of the room and suddenly one was kissing the other. Thema felt the woman's lips approach her own yet she didn't move away. Then the hot lips closed on her mouth and the woman's tongue pried the virgin lips apart.

Thema could feel the intense heat of Michelle's naked body burning through her clothes and it seemed entirely natural to strip. There were four hands roaming all over the youthful body until Thema was also totally naked. The girl had no idea what to expect, but she readily understood whatever happened would be fantastic and enjoyable. Her bullet-tits pressed into the softer, much larger tits of the white woman and Thema had never felt anything so incredible. The nipples seemed to match in perfect harmony and Thema swore her nipples throbbed madly from the innocent caresses.

Suddenly Thema had a hard time breathing. Her chest heaved and she struggled to get enough air to clear her head. And then it happened. A hand closed on top of her raised pelvis and she felt the strongest obsession to spread her legs. When she opened her legs, the dainty fingers slipped into her wetness and Thema prayed for heavenly intervention. She was still hoping to stop what was happening, but suddenly a finger separated the puffy lips covering her precious gem. When the finger pressed on the tiny clitoris, the top of Thema's head exploded. She had no idea what was happening, as the juices poured from her inner being like an uncontrollable fountain.

She was still standing yet her legs threatened to give way at any time. Then Michelle's finger slipped into the tight opening, and all hope was lost for the young virgin. She felt the finger slip deeper into her honey-hole and suddenly caress her G-spot like a spiritual angel. The orgasm kept growing and getting bigger with each new caress. Michelle started finger-fucking the young girl, but making sure not to cause irreparable damage.

Thema threw herself at the white woman knowing she could trust her. Michelle nibbled on Thema's ear and whispered sweet nothings to her, knowing the girl could not understand what she said. Then she used her tongue to show Thema what love was really like and her finger never stopped moving.

The two women fell on the messy, makeshift bed not wanting to stop. There was nothing tame or civilized about the kiss that ensued. It turned into the most heated kiss between two loving women and each took turns stabbing the other with their tongue. Michelle suddenly realized that lust was the same in Africa as it was in America. The night was everlasting and they stayed locked in each other's arms for many hours.

Thema thought she had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but she was totally mistaken. As unbelievable as it seemed in the beginning, Thema experienced a second orgasm when Michelle finger-fucked her when they lay on the bed. Then the young girl found great pleasure in reciprocating and watching the grown woman go through the throes of an earth-shaking climax. The young African had never witnessed anything so erotic or hypnotic in her life.

When Michelle slowly started kissing the young African all over, the girl laid back relishing the intense caresses. All of a sudden the burning lips found Thema's flat tummy and she felt short, swift convulsions rocket through her insides. Then Michelle's tongue began caressing the tiny indent in her belly and Thema wondered what was happening to her innocent body. When the tip of Michelle's tongue swirled around and through her belly button, Thema was unsure of what to expect next.

Suddenly the woman's head dropped lower and Thema began to shake out of control. Michelle's face was right over the sparse hair on her pelvis and suddenly the woman's tongue twirled through the curly hair. Then the burning dart stroked her puffy labia and barely touched the tip of her swollen clitoris. Thema's hips started to buck uncontrollably knowing something out of this world was about to happen.

Her heart raced and her complexion was fully flushed. Suddenly Michelle rolled the clit with her tongue and flicked it furiously with the tip of her tongue. Thema's desperate fingers locked tightly into the strands of Michelle's hair and she held on for dear life. The instantaneous orgasm exploded like a gusher and the girl realized she would never be the same. She struggled to hold her legs apart so that Michelle could have total freedom and every muscle in her lithe body tensed from the intense orgasm.

Michelle could taste the tangy honey of the free flowing pussy. She jammed her tongue at the pinkest opening and put her fingers around the puffy clitoris squeezing hard enough to make Thema cry out. The hair on her head hurt from being pulled by the frantic girl, but Michelle did not let up. She fucked Thema with her tongue and squeezed the bud with her fingers until the last spasm rocked the girl's slender body.

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The sun had not yet come up, so Thema still had newfound territory to encounter. If she was to be Queen of the tribe, she must be strong and overpowering. Michelle's world continued on a torrid pace and Thema set out to conquer the conqueror. She pushed the older, wiser woman flat on her back and attacked with a vengeance. Michelle tried, at first, to hold her at bay, but it did little good. Thema displayed overpowering strength and superior determination. She slapped Michelle's hands away from protecting her body and held the older woman flat on her back.

Suddenly Michelle tried to sit up but Thema pushed her back down. The young captor stared into Michelle's bewildered eyes and her voice was low with a stern tone. "You will be my slave... do what Thema wants. I smell your scent... and it is like animal. An animal that needs a master," she whispered. Michelle had no idea what the girl said, but Thema's eyes didn't leave any doubt about who was in control.

In a matter of a brief moment, Michelle felt a familiar rumbling from deep within. Then Thema held Michelle by the wrists and stretched her arms out to their widest reaches. Her face was a mere inch or two above Michelle's and then she dipped lower. The kiss started and Michelle quickly realized she had never been kissed with such vigor or demanding passion. Thema even bit her lip, and then her tongue, and then her lip again until Michelle was positive she tasted blood.

All of a sudden the tiger was hungry for more blood. She nibbled Michelle's delicate neck downward until her strong teeth found a luscious breast. Michelle tried to roll her torso and shoulders, but the girl held her in an iron grip with her arms still out to the sides. Then her teeth closed on an upstanding nipple and the cry was long and clear. Michelle begged the girl for mercy. Suddenly the pain was gone and she wondered if it ever existed?

A coarse tongue raked her nipples one at a time until Michelle no longer cried. Then the girl advanced towards her ultimate goal. Her hungry mouth left a wet trail downwards across the lower swell of Michelle's titties and onto her tummy. The tip of Thema's tongue darted across the burning flesh and found the coveted belly button. She pretended to fuck the indented pit with her tongue before leaving it soaked with saliva.

Michelle couldn't hold her hips still. Thema released her wrists and even without the girl's prisoner-like hold, Michelle held her arms fully outstretched. Suddenly Thema dipped lower and began kissing her way to the Promised Land. The feel of a totally shaven pelvis was strangely alien and her tongue embraced the baby-like flesh. Thema felt the womanly hips thrash and thrust madly in her direction every time her tongue threatened to open up Michelle's universe.

All of a sudden Michelle felt like a white slave whose only purpose was to please her beautiful lioness. She spread her legs wide showing her young lover that she was ready. Suddenly the girl's tongue flicked the presumed love-button a few times and made Michelle mew like a little schoolgirl. Thema stared intently at the throbbing clitoris mesmerized by the fact she could make the woman shudder with just the tip of her tongue. She was in tribal paradise lying between the shapely, splayed legs of her gorgeous mentor.

With the accuracy of a guided missile, Thema rammed her tongue into the prettiest, pink opening. Her sharp fingers dug into Michelle's tender hips and Thema held onto the vibrating hips with her strong hands. Michelle's arms remained strewn out to the sides and her fingertips dug into the closest material on the messy bed. She marveled at her young African queen who somehow knew what to do.

Thema slipped her long, slender finger into the soaked hole and her tongue paid the ultimate homage to the delicate clitoris. And then it happened! Thema's teeth closed on the rosy bud and she bit down hard enough to make the grown woman cry out. Her tongue pushed as hard as it could on the portion of clit inside her mouth and mashed the raw bud into the back of her teeth. Thema rode her steed over the climatic mountaintop and refused to let go. She kept rolling the clitoris with her tongue and alternately pressing it hard against the inside of her mouth.

The two obsessed women were oblivious to anyone watching. Thema's young sister, Nia, was peeking around the corner of the doorway at something that appeared totally spellbinding. Much to her utter dismay, Nia watched her big sister kissing, and even fondling the strange white woman. Then Nia witnessed absolute animal desire and untamed lust when her sister did something out of the world of reality.

Unexpectedly there was a very brief moment of recognition when Thema glanced towards a rustling noise coming from across the room. She noticed her baby sister and the little, devilish smile on Nia's pretty face told it all. Thema could trust Nia to keep a secret, but it would come at a price.

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The morning came and Michelle and Thema welcomed a refreshing wash. Luckily, the house they were in had a place out back where a person could wash and clean their whole body. Even though Michelle could not speak with Thema, they did seem to converse by using gestures and simple implied sounds. Once they were refreshed, Thema quickly dressed in her customary garb and turned to assist Michelle.

Since her clothes were in total disarray from lying on the floor all night, Thema did her best to help Michelle get dressed so she looked proper. The girl provided one of her own dresses and a practical pair of sandals for Michelle to wear. Women of her tribe never walked around unless they were fully clothed and Thema didn't want the elders to see her white idol looking improper. Thema's hands were extremely busy and after a couple of not so innocent gropes, Michelle allowed the girl to touch her all over.

When Thema spoke to her, it sounded loving and caring. Although Michelle did not know what Thema was telling her, she listened, as though she understood. "I will be Queen today... and you will be my very own princess. I love you... and you will stay with me until Sarge comes for you," she whispered with Michelle only catching Sarge's name. "He is leaving you in our village for one week... then you go with him to the capital. He told us you join African tribe... make you one of our village."

Michelle smiled at her young lover even though she didn't have a clue what she was saying. All of a sudden about six young girls, including Nia, burst into the room. They all started jabbering and talking with Thema. The young woman tried to keep them at a distance, but it was impossible because they all seemed so enthusiastic. Michelle stood off to one side in a bewildered, confused state watching all the hands and arms waving at each other.

Nothing seemed to be settled; eventually all the young girls departed except Nia who stood close to Thema. The two whispered and then the young one seemed to say something serious to Thema. Both girls kept glancing at Michelle and it was quite obvious that they were talking about her, which sent a shiver of panic through Michelle.

With an abrupt turn and parting burst of fury, the younger girl departed leaving Thema and Michelle alone again. "You not worry... I protect you. I have to go with chosen husband tonight... but I have made arrangements for you," Thema whispered to her faithful captive. "I become Queen tonight and take husband... Baako. But my little sister, Nia, will take care of you. Oh gawd... I hope she not hurt you. She is so jealous that I will be Queen... she may not be happy."

Thema rattled on and on trying to explain things, but not really getting much across. "Nia saw us... she knows. I told her what happened... how wonderful it was between us," she whispered. "I promised her that she could have you... but only have you while I am with Baako."

It didn't matter to either woman that they couldn't understand each other. "Today is wedding... tomorrow is ceremonial ritual. It is custom that I get tattoo to show my royal status in the tribe," Thema said." Zuberi has said that he will also mark you... because Sarge says you to be shared by tribal warriors. But I will make sure you drink... drink lots like last night so you don't feel pain."

Michelle had no idea why she smiled at the girl or even pretended that she was pleased with what Thema said. Then the girl was leading the way outside and the day commenced. Michelle had no alternative, but to follow and do whatever seemed natural, as she tried her best to get through the day. She had no idea how long she would be forced to stay in the remote village, as there seemed to be no way out without Sarge coming back for her.

She watched the villagers setting up for what appeared to be some kind of big celebration. Luckily, Thema seemed to care about what happened so she kept checking on her. As the day wore on, the heat got more intense and Michelle could find no place to cool off. She vowed not to drink or eat anything without knowing exactly what it was, but her resolve quickly disappeared with the intense heat of the day. When Thema brought her drinks, Michelle drank them beginning to like the refreshing taste of the African drink.

It was like one of those parties where a person sat around all day sipping liquor, not realizing the alcohol had an affect. The apparent festivity was getting very near and Michelle decided to find a place to rest. She started walking and suddenly realized her legs didn't work properly. Then Thema was beside her and Michelle looked at the gorgeous girl out of blurry, fuzzy eyes. "You beautiful... and it is almost time for me to get ready for ceremony. I have Nia come for you... you stay with her until tomorrow," she whispered.

Michelle could see Thema's puffy lips moving and knew she was telling her something. "Nia has promised to protect you... and not let anything happen to you," Thema said. "You'll be safe with the girls... they won't be involved in the ceremonies. Nia will make sure none of those dirty elders get their hands on you."

Even though she didn't know what was said, Michelle reasoned Thema was being kind to her. Thema refilled Michelle's cup and encouraged her to keep drinking. All of a sudden the young Nia appeared and grabbed Michelle's hand. In a big rush, the girl pulled and yanked on her arm until the two were on their way through the village. All of a sudden, Nia rounded the corner of a building, which was off to one side of the village square, and they were met by a bunch of squealing girls.

It was late in the day and thankfully past the hottest time so the temperature was beginning to go down. Michelle felt a little tipsy from all the drinks Thema had given her and suddenly Nia thrust another cup into her hands. The young girls all had cups and were drinking with the commencement of the elaborate weddings. Michelle was so panic-struck that she unconsciously started drinking much faster than she should have.

The group was gathered in a shady area under a few small trees and out of immediate sight of all the tribal elders. All of the girls tried to find a shady spot and Nia let Michelle know exactly where to sit. Michelle tried to get comfortable sitting cross-legged on the ground and the young girl sat right next to her. Nia was so close that her body touched Michelle, but there was no getting away from the purposeful contact. The girls giggled in a childish manner and it was very evident which one of them was in-charge, as no one made a noise when Nia spoke.

The proceedings took place near the ceremonial statue in the village square and it all appeared extremely interesting to Michelle who watched in awe, at first. She had never witnessed anything like the African ceremonies and she stared at the tribal weddings, as they got underway. Nia moved closer and suddenly her arm was around Michelle's back, as she pulled the woman into her youthful body. Michelle struggled not wanting such intimate contact but something swiftly changed her mind.

Nia put her face against the side of Michelle's flustered face and said something. "You white whore... you slave. I see when you have sex with Thema. You my slave... Thema say I have you," she whispered. The shock of hearing English come from her lips was totally surprising to Michelle, as she thought no one spoke her language. "You no fight... or else! I feed you to dogs. I let dogs have white ass!"