African Slave Queen: The Series End

As he withdrew his fist she sighed in ecstasy the other small man continuing to tickle and caress her fat maggot like clit. The sensation was making her see spots before her eyes.

The kneeling pygmy turned his head and spoke to the mesmerised guests.

"Now for your pleasure we will make this woman climax like she has never done before."

The baldhead little man grinned his white teeth sparkling against his jet-black face. Then Rachael began to moan and shake her head. "Oh God what no..." The crowd were stunned in silence then burst into animated debate. The other pygmy was pouring the lubricant from the silver jug directly onto his little friend's head the grease running down his face.

He bent down his shiny glistening head pressing against her open aroused slit like a torpedo tip. Rachael gave a high pitched yelp of shock, then looked to her husband shaking her head in panic.

"OH no, no you uggggggggggg!"

The man pressed forward his lubricated crown opening her up. Mobana was mesmerized as he could see the small mans head pressing harder, Rachael's pussy lips stretching her face one of abject horror. There was a collective whistle as suddenly his temple then top of his head entered her body. Slopppp!

The young waif babe gave a horrendous moan. It was from an amazing sensation of openness her lips swallowing an incredible shape her inner flesh feeling his ears rubbing her shaft and his eye sockets bump over her labia rim.

Then she moaned again her eyes a blaze seeing all the guests' mouths open in awe. The pygmy's nose pressed at her hole his head shaking a little as Rachael's pelvis writhed trying to back off.

"Ohh fuck no, no it's uggggggggggggg!" As his nose slid inside her pussy the man gasping through his mouth she finished the sentence in her mind. "Not possible!"

She looked down over her cathedral domes her thighs so wide. HEr hooked legs in this birthing position the sight of the rear of a pygmy mans neck glistening with juices as he twisted his skull inside her pussy.

The other pygmy's fingers rubbed her swollen clit the little mans eyes looking at her face seeing her growing tenseness as climax built.

"Oh no ohhh no ohhhhhh!"

Inside her hot tunnel the small face was awash with juice the feeling suffocating his mouth gulping air just outside her body. He felt her muscles squeezing, his head swelling her groin as he pushed up on his forehands, sliding slowly deeper.

She was coming.

The hall filled with her ecstatic screams as her body exploded. Her clit felt like she wanted the man to rip it from her body his fingers gripping it like a mini sausage on a stick. Her tunnel began to convulse her hips buck as she twisted the buried mans head like she was trying to break his neck. The pygmy was gripping the chair legs his shoulders strong and locked his dark hot world like a roller coaster ride at night

"Oh fuckkk, No you fucckkkkkk!"

She was screaming expletives her body a volcano of perspiration and energy. Her beautiful lips were in an air gasping pout her tits throbbing her swollen groin shuddering as she literally come on the man's face.

His body started to spasm in suffocation; he'd had enough, his head pulling from her hole the juices dripping from his nose, his head a glistening hot mess.

As he pulled away his colleague reached down between Rachael's wide thighs squeezing her labia together like a gasping mouth letting the orgasmic juice pump out like a cliff waterfall onto the marble floor as the blonde still continued to buck and writhe in subsiding frenzy. The voyeuristic crowed gasped as her slit poured its slimy contents like the pygmies silver jug, Rachael shaking her head in claustrophobic embarrassment unable to say anything apart from a long deep groan of relief.

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It was late that afternoon when Rachael was escorted to the big green presidential helicopter. She didn't know why but the general needed to fly back North that very night and he had no intentions of missing out on his wedding night. As she sat in the whining bird the red-carpeted passenger area like a waiting room she could see Mobana shaking hands with his friend and ally the prime minister of his neighbouring country. At his side Koko stood in heeled boots and military fatigue no doubt having spent the afternoon enjoying that enormous Nubian slave.

"Good luck my friend," the prime minister. "They will meet you at dawn to begin the negotiations."

Mobana nodded, "they will find me as serious a diplomat as I am a general," he bragged

"Indeed." The prime minister said stepping back and bowing with a smile.

The General saluted his two escorting guards and Rachael recognised them as her wedding escort, the officers who had suckled so proudly on her breasts.

The door opened and as the swirling evening heat filled the cabin the general, Koko and his officers entering. Koko gave her the slightest of nose-raised looks the general more of a commanding nod. But the two majors acted in reverence both saluting then lowering their eyes.

"See my soldiers," the general laughed taking a sip of wine as the helicopter began to taxi, "with such a queen blessed by our gods the rebels must know their time is over, that is why they call this meet."

Rachael gave the slightest of dismissive shakes of the head more in contempt than disbelief. The generals face narrowed but she had already realised in a way been married to him was safer than not. Koko went to slap her face and the general gripped her wrist the soldier's faces one of horror. "Behave yourselves, both of you," he snapped and the women sat there in arrogant silence.

As the evening jungle crawled below her craft like a widening slick of deep green Rachael realised where they were heading. She had stupidly hoped she was heading to the capital but that would have been too easy. No, she would never again come close to the western world. Instead she was heading back to that awful place of dominance and pain Mobana's deep jungle fortress.

The regal cabin allowed a degree of sound proofing to the ferocious rota just above their heads and Koko taunted her old friend.

"You were spectacular today my queen," she said with a sly grin. "All those months of training worked wonders didn't it?" Rachael looked stern face back at her. The general had earphones on communicating with his command and was oblivious to their discussion.

"My father will tire of you and when that happens I'll be waiting."

Rachael gave the slightest of smiles. Koko was taken aback, was it a sly grin?

"Maybe he'll tire of you first," was her unexpected response.

The black beauty had no chance to continue their game as Mobana took off his headphones happy with the news.

"Tomorrow I will bring peace to my country," Mobana said in a pompous rant. "A great leader can always be magnanimous in victory." Koko's eyebrow rose at this interpretation of ongoing events.

"Selfless as always to your duty father" She added in praise and possible mockery.

He lit a cigar reclining back on his seat looking at his new wife.

"But first I have a wedding night to enjoy."

As the aircraft banked and dipped approaching the massive walls of his camp Rachael could see miles and miles of blackness, the Northern jungle home to the rebel army. Somewhere in that blackness lay the remains of her plane and film crew. She was just one more statistic in a war that appeared to be drawing to a close and with it any hope of her plight been revealed.

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High up in the central keep of his jungle fortress Rachael slowly undressed under the lustful gaze of her new husband. Out side the pitch-black night hummed with insect choir and she was grateful of the big ceiling fan slowly wafting her perspiring body.

Mobana reclined on the ornate bed his body naked his fat rolls of skin looking like he had been winched into place. As she slid the negligee from her shoulders he gave the slightest of appreciative nods her naked hourglass body glistening in the pale light.

"Very beautiful," he coughed taking a swig of wine then a puff of his cigar. He leaned forward to talk. He loved to talk. Loved to hear himself talk.

"You are my bride and my tribes bride. Such a over confident western bitch brought to her knees." He crawled closer. "But life could be bearable if you allow it to be." He caressed her thigh then up to her waist. "If you please me you could live many years in comfort." His face then frowned. "Or you will live many years in distress."

Rachael nodded feeling the potion he had given her take effect. She needed the relaxant, hungered for it even. She needed anything to take the edge of the reality of tonight, tomorrow and forever.

"Sir," she said softly feeling his hand cup between her legs his palm pressing on her mound his fingers in the crack of her ass. "I'll do whatever you say."

He smiled then sat at the side of the bed.

"Very good my Queen," he said putting his hand into a silver bowl at his bedside. "Now come here and bend over."

His hand removed from the bowl a long sturdy sausage. The thing was a German frankfurter or bratwurst type food. A strong skinned meat in a thick cylindrical tube. The long food had been dripping with gel and the President traced the end down the crack of her ass as Rachael touched her toes her heels legs slightly apart.

She knew what to do, he'd already explained.

The evening began to rumble with thunder, as the weather grew more intense and humid. The president was now laid back on his bed, his hands on Rachael's great rump. The blonde goddess was straddling his flabby chest her ass waving towards his face her head down between his thighs sucking on his cock. As she took deep long slurps she gave slight grunts of effort her anal muscles hard at work.

"Yes Rachael I can see it now, uhh good push, push harder as you fellate me."

The generals eyes widened in enjoyment as while his bride dutifully blew his cock he could watch as a stiff greased sausage appeared from her anus. The rubbery skinned meat slowly snaked from her ass as the woman squeezed with all her might.

That's it my queen, you swallowed it all the way in, now let me see you shit it back out."

She could feel herself forcing the meat truncheon out like a stiff tail all the while his rampant cock in her mouth the eye hole seeping with enjoyment.

There was a crack of thunder and the blonde's skin glowed with sweat like a fluorescent statue.

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks pulling them wide and Rachael's head lifted and she gave a groan of humiliation as she squeezed the sausage all the way out the thing dropping on Mobana s chest slippery with gel.

"Hold tight," Mobana coached and Rachael nodded and gritted her teeth.

Her yes widened and she froze then gasped as she felt the sausage press then slid back up her ass until her sphincter closed around it; the turd deep inside her again.

"I want to watch you do it again my dear. And again, and again."

The big black tyrant pushed her onto her knees his body behind and as he knelt he slid his cock up into her pussy his hands on her ass cheeks again spreading wide awaiting the bratwurst tip to appear slowly from her anus again. Her tits swung heavy and pendulous and she gave a slight whisper and then began to push.

"Yes my President anything you command."

It would be a long night.

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Rachael was awoken in a painful thump on the bedroom floor. She had been sleeping across her master's midriff when the big dictator had leapt from the bed sending her flying into a crumpled heap. As she rolled the dawn light filling the room she heard Mobana's voice. It seemed different she had never heard him like this; it seemed agitated.

The dictator was pulling on a dressing gown and slippers as a bug eyed trooper had a message in his hand. As Rachael pulled her gown across her naked body she caught the final words as the two men hurried down the steps.

"Get me the capital I must speak with my son!"

Rachael pulled herself to her feet brushing her hair from her face pulling the long silk gown tight around her hips her breasts thrusting the fabric out like a crazy coke bottle shape.

As she turned away from the widow she felt the heat and pressure wave as her world was then turned upside down her hearing a high pitched buzz, her vision blacking out.

Mobana had reached the compound just as the first rocket hit. The aide had been ranting about the capital. There were rebels on the street the world media already in frenzy as they relayed the images back to the networks. He saw Koko was running towards him dressed in fatigues a machine pistol in her hand.

For a moment he was confused. Why did she need a weapon? He needed to speak to his son, but the man told him the line to the city was dead. Mobana wondered if his son was too.

As the rocket hit he flung himself to the ground the fortress beginning to erupt in small arms fire.

It had been an ambush. He pulled himself to his feet, Koko screaming.

"Father the capitals over run. The palace is in flames. You've been tricked."

Another rocket hit the walls then a third exploding on the main gate.

Mobana's face drained as Koko looked at him for guidance. But he was like a rabbit in the headlights. His troops were running to and fro the sounds of battle close by just on the other side of the fortress gate.

"Father?" Koko shouted the aide now running for his life.

Mobana ran too, pushing past his daughter pulling up his trailing dressing gown as the rotors on his big green helicopter parked across the compound began to spin.

Suddenly the gates gave way and through a cloud of smoke the figures of skinny jungle rebels began to dance between tracer fire. Koko was running also, chasing her fleeing father as a battle royal began in the courtyard. Mobana was already in the helicopter screaming to the pilot the rotors spinning at take off speed.

"Father don't leave me!"

The chopper was lifting and Mobana never looked out to see his daughter fall.

At that very moment a dazed, deafened Rachael stumbled out into the chaos. She swayed in her bare feet the tight silk gown billowing in the morning wind and rain. The muddy compound was red with blood but she hardly noticed taking cross over steps as if any second she'd fall.

Her ears were still ringing and she could only sense the hiss of bullets as Mobana's elite troops held on grimly to an inner circle of sandbags and wrecked vehicles.

She looked up almost falling as she shielded her eyes to the beating rain. The big green bird thundered overhead the "thumpa" sound of its blades resonating on the sodden earth. Close by rebel troops ignored the woman and levelled their rocket launchers at the target.

Then for or the second time in minutes Rachael was on her back the heat of the explosion like a flash bulb in her face.

She never saw it hit the ground only felt the flames and smell of kerosene as the wrecked burned in a hundred pieces.

She stood again like a drunken fool lurching into danger. The noise and carnage danced around her as like some white robed ghosts she floated across the battlefield.

Her foot felt something and she tripped.

It was Koko; the girl a crumpled bullet riddled mess. Rachael's gripped the babe's hair pulling her head up. She was dead and Rachael felt the anger, cheated of her revenge. She saw men close by the shouts of pain and anger beginning to filter into her deafened world. The slice of a rebel bullet spattered her with blood and the beautiful blonde waited for the final killer round as she began to feint.

From the redoubt the presidents tribal soldier charged with the passion of voodoo and Rachael's vision saw double as a line of men thundered towards her their features snarling in death faces.

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She awoke to silence. The feted jungle air closed around her body and she realised she could see the stormy sky above. How long had she been lying here? In a moment she pulled her body upright. Her nightgown was torn and smeared and as she stood her arm felt limp the pain dull, but the wound dressed.

She was back in the keep. On her wedding bed the damaged room now open to the sky, the bed more like a lop side ramp. She stood then limped to the balcony. The doors were smashed hanging by threads and as she pushed them open they collapsed.

She could see down into the war zone. The battle was over.

All around the rebel bodies were piled high as sweat-smeared soldiers collected their defeated enemies. She couldn't know but across the country the uprising had failed. But she did know one thing; she was still here. She began to sob her tears matching the morning down pour. Even now she hadn't died; the nightmare just wouldn't end.

The sexy prisoner heard the shout of soldiers and she shook her head in frustration.

Below in the compound the major one of her wedding escort saw her and gave a tribal cry. Rachael's beautiful face looked up and her eyes showing a flicker of life force as she struggled to understand. The soldiers on mass had knelt in the red stained earth the rain and wind beating down around them. The major was the only one to raise his head and gaze on their divine talisman.

He knew Mobana was dead, so was his daughter and now they had heard his son was too. Only one of their tribe's regal line remained to lead them as she had already victoriously done this very day; walking between her enemies with the majesty of an immortal.

As the down pour increased in this twisted dark heart of a continent the hundred or so kneeling warriors paid dutiful homage to their new Queen.

THE END