A Cop Bound For a Dark Land

A Cop Bound for a Dark Land By Homer Vargas vargas111@yahoo.com

Little by little consciousness seeped back into the addled brain of Agent Barbara Darcy. She thought it must be afternoon. The night seemed so long ago; she didn't remember much about it. She felt good - relaxed, languid, and ... satisfied. That was it; she recognized the feeling. She had been well fucked last night and was still totally sated. The man who had bedded her must have had a cock the size of a donkey and the stamina to match to do this kind of job on her, she reflected dreamily. She had never felt quite so zonked so many hours after a fuck. But where was she and what kind of man could fuck her so good as to make her blackout the last 10 12 hours. In fact, how long had it been? She realized she had no idea of the time. Deliberately, as if drugged, she attempted to look at her watch. Her right arm didn't respond. With mild annoyance, she realized her hands and feet were bound to the bed with soft but strong bands.

Mild annoyance? Why wasn't she incensed? Outraged? Could a night of even the best sex alter her normally take-charge personally? Could a man's cock pounding her senseless -- even several times -- make her so docile? She had to reconstruct what had happened! Slowly it started coming back to her.

*****

Barbara remembered sitting in the Agency van with her partner Carol Blake while waiting for the agreed time to make the arrest of black the drug kingpin, Mafuke Ungumo. It had been a strange, sexually charged conversation. The weird part began when Carol had asked if she didn't sometimes tire of being tough domineering, especially with men. Particularly with men since most criminals were male.

"Not really," she had said. "In fact I rather enjoy exercising power over men. It comes in handy in my sex life. I have Robert very well trained. I show him some tit or wiggle my ass art him, and he is incapable of saying no to anything I demand of him." she laughed.

"That's just it. Your pussy-whipped white boyfriend does only what you tell him to do, you already know you will enjoy it. He can never take you to places you don't already know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't you think it would be fun to be submissive sometimes, let a powerful black man run you sex life, make you do things *he* wants you to do."

"Not my cup of tea, or yours either, I thought," Barbara said eyeing her partner strangely. Carol was infamous as a heartbreaker. None of her boyfriends lasted long and many were near suicidal when Carol -- inevitably -- tired of them and dumped them. But while the torrid affair lasted, Carol could keep a man very happy. Still, now that Barbara thought about it, Carol did seem more subdued lately, yet always smiling. Most unlike herself, she hadn't been bragging about her latest conquest. Barbara and the other women working on the Agency's secret project surmised that Carol was finally in love, but no one knew anything about the mystery man who seemed at last to have pulled the reins in on the wanton Miss Blake. Now she wondered if it was love. Barbara had heard rumors of white women who ?went Black,? becoming totally submissive to their new lovers.

"Speaking of tea, have some more," Carol said, refilling Barbara's cup from a thermos. "It'll soon be time to go get Ungumo. To bad he's a narco kingpin. Have you seen him? He's a Black God and built like a bull. Sometimes when I have him staked out, I wonder what it would be like to have him in me. I'll bet he fucks good!"

"Carol! Don't talk that way." Barbara was not shushing Carol just on principle. In fact she had suddenly become aware of a kind of restlessness. Damn Carol! Her sexy talk about dominance and submission and being taken places she didn't want to go had gotten her horny. Barbara wouldn't admit it, but the fantasy of fucking Mafuke Ungumo was suddenly good enough that she felt a Familiar wetness in her pants. Usually, she juiced up like this only after some serious foreplay with a lover. How could Carol's mindless chatter have turned her on like this?

"Why not?" Carol persisted. "Just because he's the link to all the heroin coming from West Africa doesn't mean he wouldn't be awesome to bed."

"Just shut up!" Barbara snapped. It was all she could do to keep her mind on the assignment and off of Mafuke Ungumo's body which was, as Carol had said, "built like a bull."

At the appointed time the two women were ringing the bell of Mafuke Ungumo's luxurious apartment, financed with money from drugs, extortion and kidnapping. He didn't have much longer to enjoy his ill-gotten wealth, Barbara though.

"Mafuke Ungumo?" Barbara asked according to formula. "I am placing you under arrest. We have a warrant." Barbara stated firmly.

"A warrant? How unnecessary. I am always happy to receive a visit from two such lovely law officers. Please come in." the smiling black man replied.

Why did Ungumo seem so un-surprised and unconcerned? If he had been tipped of the arrest, he could have escaped, Barbara thought. Puzzled by his reaction and disturbed by her own reaction to the most powerfully masculine man Barbara had ever seen, she stumbled through the recitation of rights. "You have the right to remain silent ..."

Mafuke just stood smiling at Barbara, no almost leering at her until she finished. "That's nice, but don't I have any other rights?" he grinned. "Like the right to be body searched by a beautiful policewoman?"

"Oh, he's right, Barbara. Better search him for hidden weapons," Carol blurted out.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Barbara said. A body search was against procedures and Carol knew it, but the thought of running her hands over the hard black body of Mafuke Ungumo suddenly seemed too wicked to dismiss. Mafuke immediately leaned against the wall supported by his upraised hands in a most obliging manner, clearly liking the idea. "Go ahead, Barbara. Look, at his package! It turns him on!" Barbara hesitated, but the opportunity to run her hands over his powerfully muscled body was too good to pass up. She frisked her hands up and down his torso and then bent to feel his powerfully muscled legs, allowing her hands to go all the way up to his crotch. Mafuke moaned softly as Barbara "accidentally" brushed his genitals.

"He has a big bulge there in front, below his belt. You'd better drop his pants to check that out, Barbara. It could be something dangerous," Carol giggled. Barbara's heart was pounding. She realized that it was indeed 'something dangerous' and she knew better than to let Carol goad her into doing something foolish. But she was so turned on ... she did it anyway.

"Drop your pants, Ungumo" she ordered. Mafuke complied with haste. When he proceeded to let his briefs fall to the floor as well, Barbara gasped. He really was hung like a horse. Never had she seen such a cock: long thick and very black. She fought the desire to take Mafuke's rapidly hardening cock in her hands ....and lost.

"Oh, baby" Mafuke moaned. "You do know how to handle a black man!"

"Look at that erection, Barbara. You've got him aroused! Don't you want that cock in you? I'll bet you could fuck him and make him confess to everything. Go on!"

Barbara could not understand why she was so horny, why she was following Carol's outrageous suggestions, but she was. She and Carol led the unresisting man into the bedroom and ordered him to lie down. Barbara was paralyzed by the sight of his huge erect cock point up at her.

"Go on, mount him." Carol said. I'll help you out of your clothes. Mafuke grinned up at Barbara as Carol quickly stripped her partner. As Carol finished pulling down Barbara's panties, she ran a hand into Barbara's pussy. "Oh, baby, you're so wet. You need a good fuck. Get on and to give that big black cock a ride!" Carol took Barbara's hand and guided the now rutting partner to the black criminal's bed.

Barbara tried to be rational in spite of the almost insane urge to impale herself. She would ride Mafuke to a long slow orgasm, the way she did Robert when she wanted to fuck him senseless. Carol was right. She would be on top, in control. Once Mafuke had come, she could do what she wanted with him. But almost as soon as she felt the criminal's hard black cock slide up deep within her, she realized her plan wasn't working. An orgasm started to build up in her that made it hard to think. "Slow down. Slow down," she told to her self, but her hips had other ideas. Fighting her overpowering arousal, she began to loose control. Moaning, she felt her orgasm approach and began to bounce wildly up and down to hasten it.

Suddenly she felt Mafuke's powerful hands clamp onto her hips and plant her firmly against his loins. Barbara struggled, but couldn't get enough friction against her clit to keep the orgasm building. She cried out in frustration. Stuffed but immobilized, she couldn't continue to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him; she needed to fuck him!

"Slow down, woman," Mafuke said in an infuriatingly calm and taunting voice. "I think you're way too excited to be doing the fucking. I'd better take over. I know how to make it a lot more fun for both of us!" And before she could do anything, Mafuke had removed his cock and flipped the helpless law officer onto her back. For a moment she was stunned by the loss, but then she realized what had happened and started to struggle.

"You're not going anywhere darling," Mafuke said and inserted three fingers that made her boil anew with lust.

"Oh you like this, don't you Ms Cop Woman?" He grinned as Barbara efforts to escape only resulted in her thrusting up against his fingers. Soon her struggles were replaced by the writhings of a woman on the brink of orgasm "You're so horny you're going to come for Mafuke, aren't you?" And with a flick of a finger against her clit the criminal stud brought Barbara to a mind-shattering orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't move as wave after wave of ecstasy poured into her fevered brain.

"Nice, huh? Mafuke finger fucks hot white sluts real good!" he taunted. "Well then let's take you on another kind of little ride!" Before she could recover from the first one, his magic fingers brought a second orgasm boiling up between Barbara's legs. Heart beating wildly, gasping, the woman screamed and thrashed as Mafuke forced her to climax again.

Barbara wasn't thinking very well now although his fingers slowed to allow her to breathe, to come down slightly from the back-to-back orgasms. He continued to play with her sex slowly, keeping her at a simmer. "Damn, you're a messy bitch," he smirked, "Every time I get you off, you leak girl juice all over my nice clean sheets. I guess I'm going to have to stop diddling you, not let you come again, OK?" he asked, not varying his rhythm.

She wanted that lazy manipulation her pussy to go on forever. Barbara could only moan and shake her head 'no.'

"No? What's wrong? Does a little white slut like you need to come and come again. Well, then, I'll just have stuff something up your soppy cunt to keep all your juice from running out. What do you think I should use to plug you?"

Barbara couldn't believe what she heard or what she replied, "Your cock, please. Put your cock in me!"

"My cock? My black cock? Excellent idea. And where does the horny Cop Woman want Mafuke to put his cock?"

"In me, you bastard. Plug it in my pussy!" she gasped.

"Like THIS?" he asked as he thrust his nine-inch ebony pole into Barbara's waiting slit.

"Ahhhhiiiiii!" the impaled policewoman wailed as her pussy was suddenly penetrated and filled by Mafuke's massive love tool. Instantly yet another orgasm cascaded over the devastated lawwoman.. Grinning with satisfaction at dominating the horny cop, the black man began to methodically ram his cock into her gushing cunt.

"And now that I'm in you, what do you want me to do?" the smiling drug lord whispered.

"Fuck me! Ohhhh yes! Fuck me," she pleaded, totally out of control as another and another climax washed over her. "Please fuck me!" she writhed until she felt Mafuke's huge member slid in and out of her. He was in no hurry. He fucked the white woman methodically, accelerating at times to make her scream with ecstasy, then slowing down to prolong her pleasure, using his black cock to make her crazy. Barbara was delirious when she at last felt Mafuke's orgasm begin as well. A banshee shriek reverberated in the apartment as Mafuke unloaded his sperm into the helpless policewoman's cunt. As she felt his hot jism bathe her womb, a final cataclysmic orgasm hit her like the narcotics her violator sold. The Agency's top drug fighter sank into unconscious bliss.

*****

That was the last clear memory Barbara had, but she was pretty sure that Mafuke had roused her several more times that night with tender kisses of her nipples and gentle fondling of her sex until he could hump her again. God! It made her horny again just to think about it. She supposed Mafuke had tied her to the bed after the last pummeling. She had been so completely knocked out by his fucking she never knew a thing.

*****

"Well, how are you feeling this afternoon, Barbara?" Her reverie was broken by the appearance of Carol at the foot of the bed.

"Carol! God, am I glad to see you. What happened?

"Don't you remember, honey?? she chuckled. ?You thought you could overpower Mafuke Ungumo with sex, silly, but a black stud like him is too much for any woman. I guess he sort of turned the tables. You were so hot that once his marvelous black cock was in your pussy, you lost it, baby. He made you come so many times you passed out!

"Awful! Anyway, untie me. Let's get out of here.!"

"We can't let you leave so soon. That would spoil the fun."

"'WE?' Carol!" Barbara's eyes grew wide with horror.

"Of course I work for Mafuke. How else do you think we got you here? He sent one of the posse to make me one of his girls. Looks like he intends to do you personally."

"Carol, don't say that. You've got to help me escape here."

"You can't escape, honey. Besides, why would you want to? You need round the clock sex. No one but Mafuke can see that you get it."

"Round the clock sex?"

"Yes. While you were still unconscious from letting Mafuke fuck your brains out, a doctor came this morning and implanted a testosterone capsule under your arm. The hormone diffuses steadily into the bloodstream; it will keep you constantly horny as long as you're here. Mafuke will come to you every day and give you relief, but not without a price."

"A price?"

"For you, a very high price, the gradual loss of your free will," Carol smiled cruelly.

"Impossible!"

"Not at all. That's how they enslaved me. I had gone to a bar one night after getting off duty, looking for a little action when I started to feel really raunchy. I found out later the bartender had been bribed to spike my drink with testosterone and tranquilizers, as I did your tea last night. In just a few minutes I was sitting there wetting my pants. When Femi, one of Mafuke's hunky black goons came up to me, I was ready for anything. He had hardly begun to chat me up when I felt his hand under my skirt. I knew I should have pushed him away, but it felt too damned good. As he stealthily walked his big black fingers up towards my crotch I might still have been able to stop him, but I just closed my eyes and hoped he would go all the way."

"I needn't have worried. When his huge black digits slipped under my panties and into my slit, it was definitely too late. With just a few strokes he made me come the first time right there on the barstool. Then he whispered to me if I wanted some more. I was still so horny, I followed him to his car like a puppy on a leash. In the car as we were driven to Mafuke's hideout, Femi pulled down my panties and ate me till I was coming non stop. By the time we got there, I was delirious. That night he must have fucked me four or five times. I hardly knew who I was the next morning. In a few days of constant sex -- remember my 'flu' a few weeks ago? -- Femi had me totally under his control. All it takes is poking me with his cock several times a day; I love it."

"I'll never let any man do that to me!" Barbara said defiantly.

"Not as easily as I did, perhaps. I was practically a nympho anyway. It was easy for Femi to make me a sex slave. You're a stronger woman. But you can be mastered, too. Every time Mafuke puts his cock in you and forces you to a screaming, wrenching climax, a little bit of your 'you' will disappear. You will tolerate it at first, then enjoy it, later you'll look forward to it, and finally you'll crave it, girl! Eventually, you will do anything he wants, happy just to be the woman that gets his black cock regularly."

"But why? What does he want from us?"

"From me, nothing more. I brought you to him. From you he wants the identities of all the women whom the Agency has infiltrated into the Cartel so they can be eliminated ... or enslaved like us."

"Never!" Barbara spat.

"Maybe my white lawwoman needs another demonstration." said Mafuke Ungumo who had entered the room without Barbara seeing him in the gathering twilight. "We'll see if you don't feel more cooperative after I put this in you," he went on, dropping his pants and bringing out his massive black cock. "I've found white women get much more cooperative when they're full of cum," he grinned.

Barbara was momentarily transfixed by the sight of Mafuke's 10" cock, but managed to tear her eyes away to glare at him. "You can **** me Mafuke Ungumo, but I will never tell you anything!"

"**** you, Barbara? I would never do that. It would be so unnecessary. You are a horny, easily-aroused white woman; I don't need to use force to have sex with you. I'm just going to turn you on. I am going to make wonderful love to you," he replied seductively as he sat down beside her on the bed and reached for one of her tits.

"Don't touc ..... Ohhh!" Barbara flinched as contact with his black finger sent a jolt of pleasured to her nipple.

"See how responsive your titties are, Barbara. This won't be ****. You are going to enjoy it too much." Barbara wanted to curse him, but couldn't deny the pleasure in her boobs as Mafuke toyed with them. She could only moan when his thick lips fastened on first one tit and then the other. If she could have torn her attention away from the heavenly sensations in her breasts, she would have felt her pussy starting to juice up.

"Barbara, I love these big sensitive tits, the tits of a woman who enjoys having a man feel her up. That's good. I want you to be nicely turned on, my love. You're going to be so hot when I finally fuck you."

"Stop... that" Barbara murmured unconvincingly.

"Gladly my dear. I think there is somewhere else, you would rather be touched, right?" Mafuke taunted as he slid a hand between her legs.

"Stop, you bastard, don't touch me ther.... Aggggggghh" Barbara's protest was interrupted by a blast of ecstasy as Mafuke's large finger easily slipped into her dripping snatch.

"Barbara, your naughty girl, this pussy is so deliciously wet. Have you absolutely no control of your desires, my dear? I could fuck you now so easily. But that wouldn't be as much fun for either of us. Open your legs for me a little more, honey, so I can play with your pretty pussy."

"No!" she moaned, but quite against her will, Barbara felt her self responding to Mafuke's hands as they pushed her legs apart. She felt so vulnerable, so turned on.

Mafuke's hand was now deep between her defenseless labia doing wonderful things. Schlacking noises came from between her legs and he worked his fingers deeper into her sloppy snatch. Soon she felt an orgasm begin. She tried to fight it, to fight him, but his fingers were sliding in and out, in and out... She started to moan. "What a minx you are, Barbara! You love to be diddled, I see. Well, don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural for a white woman to get off on a black man's fingers. You're so close dear... Just let yourself go, darling and COME!"

"No, God NO!" she screamed as she felt herself falling into a pit of pleasure. She lost it completely as Mafuke make her climax at his command. Barbara shook from the force of the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She probably blacked out momentarily.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal. As she fought to recover from the forced orgasm, she didn't know which she hated more, Mafuke for the unwilling pleasuring, or her own body for betraying her. But even as she tried to compose herself, Mafuke's fingers were not idle.

"Good girl, Barbara. You came hard. You know how to take pleasure from that beautiful body of yours. But once is not enough for a sexy woman like you, I don't think. Would you like me to make you come again?"

"NO... no...oh Oh ...yes.. YES!" she groaned. As worked up as she was, it took Mafuke only moments to bring her again to the brink..."Oh, you like this don't you my dear. You are getting so close Barbara, so close. You are ready...to ... COME!"

A final flick of his finger against her clit pushed the aroused policewoman over the edge. Again! Helplessly, humiliatingly, her body again ignored her conscious efforts and responded to her captor's command and touch. Her slit was flooded with come as she screamed incoherently.

Barbara was only half conscious as Mafuke began speaking again. "Oh, Barbara baby, it's so easy to make you come on my fingers Are you ready for ME", he teased as he slid his cock into her open and unresisting pussy. The sensation was incredible. She knew she should be struggling against his penetration of her sex, but it felt too good. Damn he had done a JOB on her and she wanted it, just like last night!

"Yes, please, yes! I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me" Yes! ... YES!! Deep. Mafuke's ten inch cock was driving her to new heights of sexual pleasure.

"Come for me Barbara, Come!"

The orgasms blended into one another and her body climaxed again and again. She thrashed her head from side to side and shrieked out her ecstasy. "Yes Barbara. You're getting fucked so good. You're coming so good. There's just one more thing you need.: a big load of CUM!" Timing his own orgasm at the peak of Barbara's excitement, he shot his hot semen deep into her. It triggered the biggest orgasm of all and she collapsed unconscious.

*****

When she awoke she realized she was no longer tied, but an intense lethargy held her in the bed. She again felt the peaceful afterglow of another night of vigorous sex. How could this happen to her? She had let the drug lord Mafuke Ungumo fuck her again last night. She despised him, but she couldn't deny she had been well fucked although she remembered almost nothing after his cock invader her the first time.

"Good morning, Barbara" said Carol cheerily as she wheeled a cart of food. "You must be starved. What with Mafuke's visit last night, you seemed to ... forget about dinner." Carol remarked with a raised eyebrow and sardonic smile. Barbara was feeling Famished, not having eaten in over 24 hours. The breakfast was substantial, cereal, eggs Benedict, croissants and coffee. Carol joined her.

"Mafuke says to thank you for the tip about the Fresno interception. He will be able to work around that." she smiled.

"What?" Barbara gasped. I told him that?" It was a trivial piece of information, but when did she disclose it? Her eyes grew wide in horror. Did she tell anything else?

Carol could read her like a book. "As I told you yesterday, when a woman had been well sexed up and then properly fucked, she gets in a very agreeable mood. Somewhere between your forth and fifth orgasm, Mafuke just left his stiff black cock in you and you started babbling like a magpie, mostly silly office gossip, but a few useful tidbits came out. And, no, you didn't say anything about the infiltrators. He didn't even bother asking. He knows it will take a lot longer before he can make you talk about that. The next few days of hot black cock are really just to soften you up, get you used to being easily sexed. Just relax and enjoy it."

Barbara started to cry.

"There, there, baby," said Carol sympathetically. "It's not so bad, here. The food is good, the sex is good..."

Barbara continued sobbing.

"Barbara honey, I know you are feeling bad. These last two days have show you new things about yourself, that you are just another white woman who enjoys submissive sex with a black man. And I know horny you can get with the hormone implant when Mafuke isn't around. I want to give you something to help."

Barbara stopped whimpering for a moment in curiosity. With a little fanfare Carol brought out a vibrator, a nine inch black shaft with little knobs. "This will help you pass those lonely hours," she said with a smile. 'And get you more quickly addicted to sex,' she didn't add aloud.

Barbara recoiled in horror. "That's disgusting, perverted!"

Carol laughed silently. Who would have thought that Barbara would be so uptight about sex, especially seeing how she howled when Mafuke got into her. But she had a job to do, so she continued soothingly. Mafuke wanted her mind to be butter. "No, it's not, honey. It's just a toy that big girls play with when we don't have a black man to play with us. I use mine to come when Femi hasn't been around for a few hours put the wood to me. I know you're horny, honey, and Mafuke won't be back until tonight. Let me show you how it works."

Barbara looked unconvinced but didn't protest. The testosterone had a firm grip on her. Carol sat on the bed by Barbara and slowly pulled up her dress. She didn't have on panties; none of the women at Mafuke's headquarters were allowed panties. Carol noticed a small intake of breath as she bared her pussy to Barbara who seemed mesmerized by the seductive sight. Good! That would come in handy, later.

The vibrator began to hum as Carol touched it to her labia. "I like to tease myself , pretending it's a real cock timidly noosing its way into me. Uuuhh. It feels good. I'm getting wet." Carol wasn't lying; she did enjoy the vibrator, but she watched through silted eyelids as Barbara stared. She was hooked!

"Oh Femi, yes! Put it in me. Stretch me with your giant black cock. Oh, I love having you in me, Femi. I need it! Fuck! Fuck me," It wasn't Oscar quality, but good enough for Barbara who watched fascinated as her partner masturbated. Carol even managed a mild orgasm.

"Now, would you like me to try it on you?" Carol asked when she regained her breath.

"No, I don't think ...;Uhhh" As she had hoped, Barbara had *said* no but found her body had other ideas. Slowly Carol pressed the pseudo black phallus into the horny, confused woman.

"You're already wet, Barbara. That's good, makes it easier to get it deep into you. Open up a little more from me honey, it will make it better." Barbara's eyes were closed and she was sighing as the pleasure gradually swelled in her belly. "When it's all the way in, you start moving it in ... and ... out, ... in ... and ... out. Imagine you are getting fucked, ... so good. You want it to go on and on. You have a wonderful black lover who knows how to please you. He feels your orgasm approaching and starts fucking you faster. He knows how bad you need sex. He knows just how ... to make you ... COME!"

The room was rocked by another of Barbara's now Familiar wails as the orgasm blasted through her mind. She did not really feel Carol take her hand and place it on the base of the vibrator. "So good, baby," cooed Carol. "You needed that. You needed a good come because you are sooo horny, still so horny, but you can pleasure your self, Barbara." Carol was guiding Barbara's hand to move the still humming vibrator in and out or her pussy. "That's the way ... just fuck yourself good. Good ... You can do it" Carol smiled as Barbara was starting to move the vibrator faster. That's it. Think about Mafuke, baby and ... COME"

Barbara's self induced orgasm was softer than the one Carol had brought her to, but it still shook her. And her hand had started to move the little machine again. Carol withdrew, listening to Barbara's sighs already turning into moans. She thought she heard Mafuke's name. When Carol looked in on her a half hour later, Barbara lay with her eyes were closed and her legs splayed and empty smile on her sleeping face. Time for the next step.

Lunch was a treat. After the orgasmically induced nap in the morning Barbara felt as good as she had since her capture. She didn't like knowing she couldn't leave, but for the moment, there was nothing to be done about it. It could be worse. Carol brought a delicious salad, and loads of finger foods. The first bottle of wine disappeared quickly and Carol opened another. Barbara didn't realize the she was drinking more than her share. By the end of the meal she was quite high, just as Carol had planned.

"Ohhh" she giggled. "That was soooo good. Ssorry, I think I'm a little tipsy."

"Me, too" Carol lied, taking Barbara's hand. "And a little sleepy," Carol added. This she knew would resonate with Barbara whose wine had a mild sedative in it, not much; they didn't want Barbara to go to sleep, at least not too soon. "Do you mind if I lie down with you and take a nap?"

"Uh, no," Barbara replied with a dopey little smile.

Carol stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse, letting her pet titties out in full view. She knew that her horny and slightly drugged ex-partner would be unable not to admire her beautiful if modest tits. "Might as well get comfortable," she added, letting her skirt drop and wiggling her hips seductively. She was now more undressed than Barbara who had been given a short shift as bedclothes. She walked, no she slinked around the other side of the bed and slid under the sheet. Barbara who was still sitting up in bed looked down at her, puzzled.

"Slow. Slow," Carol said to her self. "She wants it, but she doesn't know it yet. Let her find out gradually. This is seduction, not ****." She looked up at Barbara through silted lids, feigning drowsiness. "So sleepy..."

Carol grinned triumphantly. Slowly Barbara's normally bright eyes were growing dull as the wine the sedative and her own words took effect. "Yes, I guess I need a nap," Barbara said, her speech slightly slurred and she slid down beneath the sheet.

"I'm sorry you still aren't happy here," Carol said with pretended sympathy, snuggling close. "I though you would like it by now." Barbara seemed not to notice Carol' arm across her waist.

"But I ... we are prisoners." Barbara started to sob again.

"Yes, but such lucky prisoners to have big black men to take good care of us, especially down here." Carol lightly brushed Barbara's pussy, ?When we are so horny all the time. Looking deep into Barbara's glazed eyes, she kissed her. Carol was counting on the drug to slow down Barbara's reactions and was not surprised when nothing happened. Barbara's first instinct was to reject the overture, but she hesitated. The kiss lingered and became more passionate. She realized to her horror that Carol was playing with a nipple and that she without thinking she was cuddling close to her passionate companion and kissing her back. Her tongue and Carol's were writhing together like love-sick snakes. What was happening to her? Maybe it was the wine or that blasted implant. She had never done anything like this before.

Before she could react, Carol slipped another hand under Barbara's shift and took full possession of one of her tits. "You have such wonderful breasts, Barbara honey. Much bigger and more sensitive than mine, the kind black men love. How I envy you," she whispered. With practiced hand she massaged Barbara's quickly hardening breasts, worrying her nipples until she was moaning with delight. "You're horny, aren't you baby. Would you like me to get you off? Cuddle with me and I will make you feel good, honey."

Barbara wanted to say "No," but the bolt of erotic sensation that shot through her left her weak, too distracted. The shift was mysteriously unbuttoned and her breast were ******* to Carol's gently onslaught. In a kind of erotic daze, Barbara allowed Carol gently to lean on top or her and begin sucking both her sensitive jugs in earnest. "So sexy, baby! You just need more sex than one man can give you."

Barbara's head swam. She felt giddy, totally overpowered by lust. This was totally wrong. She had never allowed a woman fondle her tits but she loved what this beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so much, she couldn't make her stop. Her breath was short and she felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing inside her. God! She was about to come and the woman hadn't even touched her cl ...

"No! NO! Aiiiiiii" Carol screamed. Her body was rocked by an intense orgasm as soon as Carol had touched her pleasure button. She may have blacked out for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes Carol was staring down at her lovingly.

"That was good, Barbara. You needed that, didn't you?"

Barbara could only look up at her in dazed confusion and nod her head. No, this could not be happening to her, but then she felt the Barbara's lips on her lips,.... the 'other' ones. Oh no, oh yes! She was going down for a woman! No woman could have forced apart Barbara's powerful thighs, but Carol found only slight resistance as she gently opened Barbara's pussy to her kisses. The aroused and panting policewoman could only moan when she felt Carol's tongue invade the temple of her self. All questions and self doubts were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as Carol gently sucked on her clitoris.

Barbara lost track of time as one orgasm after another claimed her. At some point she saw or rather sensed Carol had turned around in the 69 position, placing her pussy just above Barbara's face. She had never done this, but in a orgasmic daze Barbara reached up and pulled Carol's dripping crotch to her mouth and began to drink her copiously flowing slit. Soon she was rewarded when Carol yelped and came, drenching Barbara's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice. This triggered another of Barbara's orgasms and then another as Carol persistently tongued her labia and toyed with her clit.

As one orgasm blended into another, Barbara forgot where she was who she was, totally submerged in the giving and receiving of pleasure. Then -- suddenly? At last? She was aware of Carol's rapturous face gazing down at her. "That was good, Barbara. Your body is full of pleasure. Now you must sleep."

Somehow, Barbara realized that something was wrong, insane. Her beautiful betrayer had just seduced her and fucked her senseless and was now putting her to sleep. She had to fight the overwhelming drowsiness the warm comfortable feelings of post orgasmic bliss. She needed to resist... to think! Then she felt Carol's magic hand move within her pussy again and a wave of renewed desire swept over her. There was no way she could refuse. The orgasm this time was not instantaneous. She felt it build up slowly, inevitably. But when it burst over her, she was utterly vanquished. Full of sedative, sated and exhausted by the repeated climaxing, Barbara immediately fell deeply asleep in Carol's arms.

Carol smiled at her unconscious ex-partner. Plans were proceeding smoothly. Barbara had now seen that she was powerless to resist sex in any form. Mafuke could take her and her body willingly responded. She could not pass up the chance to orgasm with the vibrator. And now she had learned of a weakness for other women. Three damaging blows to her self image as an independent woman who would take direction from no one. It should take only one more, the most devastating, to break her completely. That one would require a few more days.

*****

Days, a week, two weeks passed? Barbara could not keep track of time. They kept her in a haze of sexual pleasure. It almost became routine. She awoke from a night of lovemaking with Mafuke still horny. Left alone after breakfast with Carol, she found she needed to masturbate using the vibrating dildo Carol had given her. Sometime she fantasized it was Mafuke black cock slowly, persistently fucking her. Other times she thought of Carol eating her, never her white boyfriend whom she could hardly remember. She looked forward to lunch and making love with Carol afterwards. And by night ... Mafuke came to her, spoke to her gently, and filled her with his wonderful black cock. Carol was observing Barbara's will dissolve day by day. They were waiting for the appropriate physical indicators.

Carol noted with amusement other encouraging signs. Lately when Barbara arose from her sex-drenched nap, she began to let her partner dress her. Barbara had always chosen sensible, rather conservative clothes. Now she was letting Carol get her into sexier, more revealing skirts and blouses. Barbara blushed when Carol told her how Mafuke liked seeing her in mini skirts, but she didn't object as the hemline of the skirts Carol chose grew shorter and shorter. Gradually she began to wear the strappy sandals and high heel pumps that Carol selected. Mafuke was pleased to find Barbara tarted up like a call girl each night.

*****

"That was great. I'm stuffed," Carol giggled one day after lunch when she and Barbara were spooned lovingly together. Carol was tenderly cupping the hard breast and teasing the erect nipple of the sleepy, horny woman, working her toward a soft orgasm.

"Me too," agreed Barbara. "But we really ought to be exercising or something? We're going to get fat."

This was the opening Carol had been waiting for!. "We don't have to worry about that, honey, Mafuke and Femi are old fashioned men. Black men don't want anorexic women. They like girls that really look like girls," Carol giggled. "You're already perfect, big sensitive tits, firm round ass and nice wide hips -- a 'black man's woman.' Of course, I don't need to worry, weight gain is entirely natural."

"Natural?" Barbara asked, puzzled.

"Sure. Look at me." Carol pulled her shift up to her navel suggestively. "Can you see anything?"

"See what?" Barbara asked, genuinely perplexed.

"My tummy, silly. Well, maybe not, maybe it's just too soon. My period isn't very regular, but I'm pretty sure. I'm weeks overdue," she smiled.

"Carol, what are you talking about?" Fear gripped Barbara's throat.

"I wanted to tell you first," she giggled. "I haven't even told Femi ... yet ..." Carol's eyes glowed.

"You don't mean ...?"

"I think so. I'm pretty sure, in fact. Femi told me he was going to make me pregnant. Looks like has put his black baby in me the way he promised!"

"Carol! That's awful. Some how we'll escape or be rescued. When you get back to the Agency..."

"Agency? I'm never gong back to the Agency," Carol declared. "Femi is going to take me to his village Africa. I will have hundreds of servants. He will give me many black babies and I'll be his Senior Wife."

"But how could that happen? Aren't you on the pill? You were always fucking your boyfriends like a minx and they never got you pregnant?"

"Of course I was on the pill, then. I was just screwing around with white boys. But Femi took my pills away the first day. African men don't believe in artificial means of contraception," Carol said somewhat by rote, as if it was something she had been taught to say. "And he sure don't practice abstinence!" she giggled. "He wants me pregnant. He says I'll look really sexy with a big belly and his black baby inside me. You can bet for the last month or so Femi has been keeping me pretty full of semen. He likes me to point my heels to the ceiling when he drills me; says it helps the sperm get down into the womb better. I know it makes me come like crazy when he talks about making a black baby in me. The way he has been fucking me, he just has to have knocked me up!"

Barbara was staring at Carol in a state of shock.

"What's wrong, honey. You shouldn't be surprised. It's no different with you. I'm sure Mafuke has the same plans. Have you been taking your pills? I haven't seen Mafuke using condoms!"

Now Barbara's shock could only deepen. She had no idea where her birth control pills were. How could she have forgotten them? She tried to estimate when she had interrupted the medication. Ovulation would occur within a couple of weeks of suspension of the hormone treatment, but she did not know how long she had been here, how long Mafuke had been shooting his seed into her womb several times every night. She was or soon would be totally unprotected. "No! NO! No!" she screamed. "It can't happen. I can't let myself get pregnant!"

"You can't prevent it, darling. It's entirely a biological process. What you think you want or don't want doesn't matter. Mafuke will nail you because you can't control your desire for sex! I've seen how your body responds to Mafuke when he fucks you. He's a powerful, virile man. Instinctively you wrap your legs around him when he is filling you with his cum. That helps the semen go deeper into you, makes it more likely his sperm will fertilize one of your eggs. And the way he is able to give you those powerful multiple climaxes every time he sexes you, means that some pat of your brain has already decided he'll be a good father. Your body is getting ready for impregnation and a climax makes sure your silly little mind doesn't get in the way."

Barbara hung her head, whimpering as Carol continued triumphantly.

"Of course, this isn't just for Mafuke's fun. He knows how docile and dependent pregnant white women are on the black father of their babies. When you have a little Ungumo in your womb, you will tell Mafuke everything he needs to know. Incidentally, let me put your mind at rest. You aren't pregnant yet. We are monitoring your bodily functions carefully and we would know. But we believe that you will soon be at the peak of your fertility cycle. You should find making love to Mafuke the next few nights very 'fulfilling!'"

"I won't! I won't let him ..." Barbara shouted.

"Won't let him fuck you?? she laughed. ?Since when? I've seen how you waited for him eagerly every night. You crave that big black cock that fills you, gives you that orgasmic high that neither my tongue nor your vibrator can. I say you will spread your legs for him and let him fill you full. We'll see if you can give up sex for the weeks needed to be sure you don't get caught," replied Carol calmly.

That conversation with Carol terrified and enraged Barbara. She steeled herself against Mafuke. She remembered all the innocent women whose lives were in jeopardy if she broke. She stoked her rage at being held captive. When Mafuke came in that night, she was ready. She didn't know it, but so was Mafuke.

"Good evening, honey," he greeted her as if he suspected nothing was wrong.

"No so good for you, you bastard! Just stay away from me. You're not fucking me tonight!" Barbara shot back.

"Hey? What's up. I'm sure you'd like a little ride, wouldn't you.

"I said no and I mean it. Just stop right there." she demanded when she was still several steps away from the bed.

"Barbara darling, don't you know? I really like you. I even brought you something from my last trip to Africa."

"Yeah?" Barbara said curiously.

"Sure. Carol, can you bring her the pendant I got for her?"

"Of course Mafuke. Let me show it to her.? Carol held up a large green stone slung from a thick gold chain. ?Here it is. Look at this pretty amulet Mafuke got for you, Barbara!" "See how it sparkles, the light flashes reflecting off of it so beautifully." The stone's facets caught the dim light of Barbara's bedchamber and cast it back into her eyes. Involuntarily, her gaze was caught by the flickering stone. She tried to redirect her angry glare back at Mafuke. The stone was pretty, but did he think he could seduce her with jewelry? It was just a pretty distraction. She would tell him .... Damn, ... a very pretty distraction. She continued to stare at the stone.

Mafuke and Carol exchanged smiles as they saw Barbara falling into the power of the amulet. "It's fascinating, isn't it honey?" Carol whispered. "It's so beautiful, so easy to look at, ... gaze at. You feel like you are drifting, getting lost in the depths of the stone, don't you?"

Barbara stared intently at it. What was Carol getting at? It moved slowly back and forth, sometimes seeming to swing in a circle.

"I love it", she murmured.

"I know you do", she whispered. "Look closely. Watch as it shines, watch as it glitters, watch as it swings easily back and forth, around and around. It looks so pretty, doesn't it?"

"Yes...", she murmured, staring at it as Carol moved it around. It was just beautiful.

"So pretty", Carol continued. "So pretty, so attractive, swinging back and forth, back and forth. You do find it attractive, don't you, baby?"

"Oh, yes", Barbara whispered softly. She'd never seen anything so pretty.

"So attractive, so pretty, it seems to pull you right inside the stone, the shining green gemstone. See how it glitters, like a soft green flame, as the light dances over it," Carol intoned. Barbara's yes were fixed on it now as it moved slowly, back and forth, around and around. Whenever the light hit it just so it seemed to gleam even brighter, making her want it even more.

"So pretty, so attractive, you want it so much, don't you?"

"Oh, yessss.....yesssssssss..........." the weakening policewoman murmured, only able to stare at it as Carol held it just above he. She was almost looking upwards now, watching as the shining necklace swung back and forth, around and around.

"So attractive, you want it so bad, so bad...How much it this lovely thing worth to you, can you even put a price on anything so lovely? You want it so much, you feel your desire increasing with each passing moment. You want it, you have to have it, you MUST have it. Your desire grows stronger and stronger as the beautiful necklace moves back and forth, around and around and around and around."

Around and around. Barbara began to feel as if the necklace was still and it was she that was moving, spinning slowly in a circle around that necklace. She didn't even notice Carol any more, she wasn't paying attention to anything but that necklace. Her necklace. She wanted it so much. So much.

"Back and forth. Around and around. Feel yourself being drawn even closer to it, feel yourself moving closer and closer as your desire grows even stronger." She WAS moving closer to it, it seemed. Barbara didn't realize Carol was slowly moving it closer to her as she held it.

"Look right into the gem. Deep inside. Deep into the shining green gemstone. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Do not look away now, no matter what happens, do not look away. If you look away, your beautiful necklace will disappear. You do not want that to happen, do you?" Carol smiled at the now all but enchanted former partner.

"...Oh, no..... No, not......disappear." It was hard to talk. Why? Barbara knew now that if she looked away, she would lose my necklace. She didn't want to lose it, she wanted it forever. Had to keep looking at it. Keep looking. She didn't want it to disappear. She stared at the emerald as it moved back and forth, around and around.

"Deeper and deeper. Look inside, look deep inside, into the very heart of the gem. See it glowing with it's power, a deep green glow which draws you in even deeper. Deeper and deeper. You feel yourself surrounded by the soft, deep green glow of the emerald. Deeper and deeper it draws you. Feel it surrounding you, enwrapping your body in a soft warm blanket as you sink deeper and deeper into the heart of the gemstone. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

Barbara was lying totally relaxed now, staring almost straight up, it seemed, not realizing Carol was now holding the necklace right above her head. Her body felt heavy, limp, and warm. She'd never felt anything like the sensations that wonderful necklace was creating. She didn't realize her mouth was hanging open, that her arms were loose by her sides. She just lay there and stared into the center of the necklace.

"The power surrounds you completely now, you are totally enwrapped by the deep green glow of the emerald. Totally enwrapped by the glow. Totally enwrapped. Your body feels calm, relaxed, as it allows the power of the gem to flow throughout every muscle and nerve. Totally relaxed now, totally limp, totally calm. Feel your mind calming as well, feel the power of the gemstone comforting you, relaxing you, allowing you to slip away into a place of total relaxation. Deeper and deeper. Do not look away."

Barbara didn't even want to try looking away. Her body seemed to be in a totally different place than the rest of her. Carol's voice sounded as if it was coming from far away. She heard absolutely nothing else, no humming air conditioning, no outside noises. Just Carol's voice. All she saw was the necklace.

This was so strange. Barbara stared at the emerald, and she was now aware of the glow Carol had been talking about. There didn't seem to be anything else in the room but that stone, and the glow seemed to spread, to move out from the center of the stone, a deep green ball that sucked her right into it. The stone seemed so huge now, filling her vision. The whole world was that stone and the power flowing into her mind and body. She watched in amazement as the power came towards her, wave after wave of pure green. She felt it being absorbed into her body, she was aware of the warm, heavy sensations in each and every part of my body. She felt her mind clearing, opening wide as the power flowed into her. As Carol's voice flowed into her.

"Yes. Feel it, Barbara. Feel the power flowing through you, through your limbs. Feel it happening. Allow it to happen. You cannot stop it. The power grows stronger, fills your mind, and relaxes your body. Your mind is open, open to the power of the emerald. Feel the power grow even stronger as you gaze deeper and deeper into the gemstone. Deeper. Deeper."

Deep down in her mind, Barbara began to realize something very odd was happening to her. Her body no longer existed, it was very hard to think on her own. The power of the stone grew and grew, seeming to gain control of her mind as she stared at it. SHE couldn't think clearly enough to understand what was happening. All SHE knew was that the stone's power was growing stronger.

"Deeper and deeper, baby. The power of the gem is overwhelming, flowing irresistibly into your body and mind. Your body is limp, relaxed. Your mind is open, relaxed. Open, relaxed. Do not trouble yourself with thoughts of any kind. Allow your thoughts to come and go as they please, you will find that you do not even want to try focusing on any single thought that comes to your open mind. Allow my voice, to fill your mind, fill your thoughts. You are so relaxed right now, honey, so totally under the power of the gemstone. I will do all your thinking for you so that you may remain comfortably relaxed. Your mind and body will respond to my suggestions as they would to your own thoughts. The power of the gemstone has made this possible. Do you understand?"

"....Yesssssss........." And there, without any resistance at all, and without any realization of what was really happening, Barbara surrendered my body and mind to Carol. It just seemed to logical, so natural.

"You are under the control of the stone, Mafuke's stone, aren't you, baby?"

"Uh hu" Barbara muttered.

"You feel so relaxed and happy. All those feelings of anger, resentment are gone, aren't they?

"Hmmm," Barbara just purred contentedly.

"You feel so relaxed and at ease and something else. What is that, honey?"

Barbara knew the answer, but she did not want to say it. She knew she should hold on to the feelings of anger. She needed her anger to overcome the feeling, -- oh it was so strong -- "Horny." she heard her self admit.

"That's right, baby, relaxed and horny, like a real woman. And you know what a horny white woman needs, don't you?"

Barbara hesitated, trying not to admit what she felt.

Carol touched her between her legs, bringing a soft moan to Barbara's lips. "Say it, baby. What do you want?"

"A man!" Barbara gasped.

?A man??

?A black man!? she sobbed.

"Yes, honey. Your sexy body and fertile womb need a black man. You crave it, don't you?"

"Yes," Barbara signed as she felt Mafuke touch her.

"And that's what you're going to get, baby, a black man. Now tell us what you need from a black man..."

"I need to be fucked. God, I need it so bad," Barbara whimpered and Mafuke pressed his cock more firmly against her slit.

?Do you know why you are so horny, baby? Do you know why you need a big black cock tonight so badly??

?Uh uh. Don't ? know? Barbara was so arouses she could hardly speak.

?Sure you do, honey. You haven't been taking those old pills. You are fertile tonight.

Barbara gasped, but could do nothing.

"And what does a sexy fertile white woman get when she lets a black man fuck her?" Carol asked, making sure that Barbara's surrender would be complete.

Again Barbara hesitated, but could not keep from saying, "A baby," she almost sobbed.

"And that's what I want to give you, darling," Mafuke whispered, glancing back and pursing a kiss at Carol who had taken away the now superfluous amulet. Slowly, methodically, Mafuke began stroking her breasts. "I'm going to put a black baby in you tonight. I want you to get a big beautiful belly and sexy big tits. And make you so happy."

Despite her struggles, Barbara began to feel the loss control of her body. She began moving under his touch. Mafuke and Carol heard her moans no longer soft but louder as she was over taken with the passion that pulsed through her body.

"Oh God" she screamed as her inner being exploded in an orgasm just from the sensation of his touch on her breasts and her body. It felt as if she were gushing. She felt herself cum, hard, as it exploded onto her thighs. Her hips trying their best to rise from the bed, her hands pulling on the sheets as wave after wave of her climax skewered her body. She lost all sense of time as she writhed her climax. The waves started to slow as she began to come down out of the clouds, her mind inched back to reality and she realized that he was no longer sitting on her legs. Her hands are still clinched.

Then, before she could regain her senses, Barbara felt Mafuke's mouth burying into her pussy. His tongue licked along the lips. Her pussy was drenched with the juices of her orgasm. Mafuke felt her hot thighs squeeze against his cheeks and knew she was close to breaking. He slid his hands under her ass pulling her up toward his mouth, his tongue moving in and out of her pussy fucking her as he sucked and licked her cum from inside her. Her battered mind hardly resisted as she felt her body head toward another orgasm before she fully came down from the first. His mouth and tongue cleaned up the sweet reward of her first cum. Mafuke's hands held her ass tight and squeezed her as he worked up and down along her pussy with his mouth.

Experienced with women, Mafuke moved his mouth from her pussy to lick and suck her thigh clean of her juices. The sweet taste of her was so good, a sure sign of ovulation. Her juices ran across his tongue, his mouth sucked and licked up along her thigh and then his mouth went again to her clit to softly suck it into his mouth, his tongue twirling around it. His mouth left her clit and his tongue runs along deep inside her pussy as he moved down till his tongue came out of her pussy and it gently ran over her asshole.

He felt her body jump from the sensation as he ran his tongue over it again. His mouth was now sucking and licking its way along her pussy up to her clit where he again sucked it into his lips and let it come out his mouth sucking it in and out as a woman would suck a mans cock. Her clit was hard and throbbing as he did her this way. He intended to deaden her brain with pleasure, to capture her soul as he already has her body.

He stopped for a moment to nuzzle and lick his way down his beautiful captive's other thigh. Satisfied that her thighs have been adequately titillated, he again buried his face in her pussy. His tongue again started to fuck in and out of her. Involuntarily, Barbara's hips began moving to the rhythm of the tongue fucking that she are getting. His hands pulled tight on her ass again as he helps her pussy to push tight to his face. The aroused agent strained, wanting so bad to put her hands on his head and push his whole being inside her pussy. She started again to loose control. Her body driven to a higher level of orgasm. Her hips jerked wildly as he held her tight, sucking and licking hard on her as he felt her pussy come hard.

Mafuke knew the hard orgasms were preparing the helpless lawwoman's body for conception. Her juices gushed out hot against his face. He sucked and licked hard and fast wanting to drink her all in. Her thighs pushed tight to his face as he felt her legs wrap around him. Mindlessly she pulled his face tight to her as again the waves of her orgasm flowed through her body over and over. As she felt her body begin to relax, her climax slowly dying down, her legs loosen their grip on him. He began to kiss his way up her body, stopping at her tits to lick and suck them as he keep her on the edge of her fourth climax.

And then she felt what she feared yet craved most -- his cock as it pushed against into the lips of her pussy. Further resistance was futile, unimaginable. Her body wanted him, wanted to be finally ravished, wanted him to give her his black baby! From below her conscious being, her animal brain flung her legs around him pulling his hips tight to hers. His cock was buried deep within her from the force of her legs as they wrapped around his ass. Her pussy seemed to be sucking on his cock. The inner muscles milking his cock as she pulled him tighter.

Not having come down completely from the last climax she again felt her body reach higher for the next climax to surge through her. His mouth on her mouth, their bodies pressed tight together, her legs pulling at his ass. His cock buried deep inside her. Her pussy was wild with the throbbing of his cock as it jumped from the blood pulsing into it. He kissed her mouth and she could taste her own cum as it rested on his lips, his tongue still coated with the juices of her inner being!

She embraced him totally. Mafuke felt her hands on his back pulling at him, her body moving out of control, her legs and arms clutching him tight. Her pussy muscles squeezed tight around his cock as he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy faster. Pulling out of her would have been impossible as Barbara's legs were gripping him tight. But because of her grasp when he pushed into her their bodies seemed to crash together. His black balls slapped against her ass. The base of his ebony cock hit hard against her clit with each pounding thrust. Their hips came together harder and harder as he felt the cum churn in his balls.

Barbara's pussy was so tight on his cock that Mafuke could feel his cum as it slowly worked its way up through his cock. He strained to hold it back not ready yet. Just waiting, wanting to make her wait. He slammed harder and harder into her, his balls hitting her ass over and over. Her clit was being driven harder and faster. Then what he has been holding out for was here. Barbara screamed loudly that she was cumming. Mafuke saw the helpless passion in her eyes as her body erupted for the fourth time.

Barbara was panting, exhausted. Mafuke knew that was the end for her. She had been broken, defeated, totally his "This is so satisfying, so relaxing. You are getting so well fucked. Fucking makes you feed soooo goood, Barbara. But sooo tired. You are getting so ... sleepy, darling. My cock feels so good that when I come, you'll fall deeply, deeply to SLEEP!"

With the word Mafuke came, shooting huge amounts of sperm deep into the orgasming woman. With each squirt, Barbara's body spasmed reflexively, but her eyes were already tightly closed. Her juices mixed with his inside her hot pussy as she felt the cum gush out of Mafuke's cock. He exploded so hard she could feel every drop of cum as it shot over and over inside her as her legs held him tight and her hips moved out of control. And every ounce of her inner self poured out of her pussy. Her body was drained of all its strength. Reflexively, the defeated law officer clung to the notorious drug lord, her legs and arms wrapped tight around him, fucked into a deep hypnotic trance.

Carol watched proudly as Mafuke softly kissed Barbara a last time as he rolled them over on their sides still embracing her, his cock still plugging her, holding in all the cum. He gently caressed her clit to one final soft orgasm. Triumphantly, he positioned her carefully, so that his cum would stay pooled in her fertile womb. Slowly, Barbara's body, drained of her last ounce of resistance, settled deeply into sleep. She hardly felt his kisses and caressing for the last time as her mind shut down for a long time!

EPILOGUE

"Barbara! Come here!" Carol roared.

"I'm sorry, Ms Carol. I was in the back taking care of..." responded the still beautiful but worn-looking former Special Agent Barbara Darcy.

"I know what you were doing, you oversexed slut. Every time I let you go to nurse one of your babies, you sneak off and try to get Nnogo my houseboy to fuck you. You know what Mafuke will say if you let someone else knock you up again! He will decide when to give you another black baby!

"But Ms Carol, I was just so..."

"...'Horny.' I know. You're always horny. You just can't get enough black cock, can you? Well, perhaps it *is* time. Mafuke does like to see you with your tummy filled and this most recent one -- what's her name? -- is nearly weaned, no?

"Amaka." Barbara said, humiliated that Carol would not bother to remember even the names of her six children.

"I will speak to Mafuke tonight. He has been away for several days and his European women don't know how to satisfy him as I do. He will be needing a good fuck. I'll get him in a good mood. Maybe he will let you have another black baby."

"Thank you Ms Carol. Thank you."

The End

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