My Neighbor- Ch. 15
Author's Note:
Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out. I have been a little burned out on writing. That said, here is the next installment of the series. I had intended to end the series with this chapter, but I think the next one should do it, or at most, two more chapters. I am still undecided on what to do here. To those who have given me constructive feedback, thank you. For those who have grown disappointed in the direction the story has taken, I am sorry. But this story is part of how I express things, and how I feel. I never intended certain character relationships to develop the way they did, it sort of happened. We'll see what happens in future stories.
Regardless, I am grateful for all comments, and feedback. Now, I hope you enjoy...
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When I awoke, I was in the cleanest room I had ever seen. Quiet, cool, and brightly lit, it took me a few minutes to realize I was not only safe and I was in the embassy compound, but also in the mobile-hospital unit that came over with me. My eyes fluttered open, and I just looked about. I was alone, except for Olga. She was seated off to the side, reading a magazine, I think. I glanced about, and realized I had an IV and a glass of water nearby, which I evidently hadn’t touched. I literally had no clue what day it was, or how long I had been sleeping. With a deep breath and sigh, I began to move, which brought Olga’s sole focus on me. She smiled and began to come to my side as I shifted.
“Good morning, sleepy-head!”
She was too cheery for how I felt. But I finally realized for the first time that she was not in a Marine Corps uniform. Just jeans and a rather tight-fitting t-shirt, though the clomp-clomp of her footfalls told me she was still wearing boots. With her blonde hair pulled into two French braids, she struck me as a Viking Warrior Princess, just 500 years out of time. She was very pretty, and I figured she had a man stashed somewhere.
“Mornin’.” I grumbled back with my soft voice uncharacteristically raspy.
“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”
I nodded. My crotch hurt like I had been a punching bag for a famous heavyweight boxer with a penchant for eating his opponent’s ears.
“Okay, lemme help with that.”
I was given two pills and some of that water.
“Thanks. How long have I been sleeping?”
“A little over two days.”
“What?!?!”
I bolted upright, or rather I tried to, but my lower abdomen hurt like Hell, so I flopped back. Things were starting to come back to me, the horrors and turmoil, fears and misery. I started to sob.
Olga laid a hand on my shoulder and then began to caress my arm.
“Easy there, girl, you have been through a lot. But you are safe, now, and you are going to be fine. Your baby is fine, and you are both healthy.”
Her voice was soothing, and she was doing her best to reassure me.
“But there is some news. For one, your travelling privileges have been revoked. You are supposed to stay in the compound until you are ready to go home. That and we have had some personnel changes. Some of the Marines on your detail have been rotated out. It seems that there are some people very unhappy with your disappearance. Oh, and that guy John? Nobody has seen him since you were taken.”
I nodded, listening.
“What about Garcia? And you?”
“Oh, we’re fine. They couldn’t make me leave if they wanted to because you are my patient, and I am the only female nurse who is deployable and available. Garcia, however, is dying to see you. He has been standing post 16 hours a day since you arrived back.”
She leaned in and talked conspiratorially.
“I think he likes you. Not in the romantic way, but in the ‘she’s my sister’ way, and he has made it his personal mission, now.”
I nodded. I could understand that. My husband, Steve was like that. Once he had someone he was responsible for, curing cancer meant nothing compared to keeping his charge safe. In truth, he was pretty protective over me, from the moment he and I became an item.
“So, you rest now, and now that you are awake, all sorts of people are going to come in and talk with you. They want to know what happened.”
Somehow, I dozed off again, and when I awoke, I was famished. I had no idea what time it was, or even what day, but Olga wasn’t there. My doctor was sitting nearby tapping on a computer.
“Oh, you’re awake again. Good. How are you feeling?”
“Better…but I am getting a bit confused. I am also super hungry!””
He smiles.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you are. So, for now, lemme just take a look at you.”
His touch was gentle, and after a few moments, he was satisfied.
“Alright, food is going to be coming very shortly. For now, just know that you are in your personal hospital module, and that you have had a great number of people in a general panic. Not to mention the father of your child. He would very much like to see you, but right now, nobody is getting past your guards, unless they are Marines.”
“What about this?”
I had tugged at the metal collar still attached around my neck.
“Oh, that. Well, we have a bit of a dilemma. But the short answer is that with what tools we have here now, and the risks to your neck, we’ve decided to leave it on. There is a twist-locking device that requires a special key, and we don’t have it. Not that we haven’t tried. We’ve even tried calling the manufacturer for a universal key, but they say they don’t make one. So, for now, it’ll have to stay on, until we can get you stateside.”
He was interrupted by the phone ringing. After some yes’s, no’s, and I’ll check’s, he returned.
“Okay, so your food is coming out right now. I hope you like meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans. It is what we had for dinner last night, and about all we can get you right now. But when everyone wakes up, we’ll get you fed more properly. A bunch of people are also dying to talk with you, to hear your story. If you are up to it, after you eat, I’ll allow it. Oh, and Garcia is still dying to talk to you. He is growing more upset. If you can spare a moment, I’d ask you to tell him you are okay and to relax.”
I nodded, and after the food arrived, I felt much better. I was still wanting to drink a Diet Coke, but that wasn’t happening until after I delivered. I first asked to see Garcia. He had now come on watch and has posted outside the door.
“Please... let him in?”
Garcia came to me, and I could tell he had taken it hard, and he was brimming with tears. He felt like he had let me down. I reassured him, repeatedly, that he had not, but I had to ask about the gunfire as I was being rescued.
“Well, it seems there is a Militia around that knew you were there. Not that you were you, just a white woman chained and easy pickings. You were just another commodity for human trafficking. So, they wanted to come take you, when we arrived. Somebody on their side got careless with their trigger finger, and so we returned fire, less-carelessly. I have to admit it felt good using the SAW again. It’s been a while.”
He clarified for me that a SAW was a squad-automatic weapon, and he was actually a machine-gunner for his unit, but in this mission, it was deemed unlikely he would be using it, so they made him my personal escort. As he finished up, the Gunnery Sergeant and the Lieutenant entered and I had to explain what happened, as best I could remember. Then came some staff-flunky who asked me the same questions, then the Ambassador himself questioned me. One of the things he kept grumbling about was the trail of dead bodies everywhere, and that he was running out of ways to placate the local government. Bribes weren’t getting it done anymore. I was feeling more like the criminal than the victim, and that it was somehow all my fault. He did tell me that the General, the father of my baby, was fit to be tied, as some of his men had been killed in the gunfight with the Marines. The General was also demanding a meeting with me, and in private.
But my day did take an interesting turn when “John” entered. He had those same dead eyes, and no smile. He is the one who told me how near a thing it was. How close I came to being sold at auction, likely to some Arab prince or whomever, and never to be seen again. Evidently, I was just days, or even hours from disappearing. I asked how he knew of all this, and he simply told me that he had to convince some people to talk. Exactly how, he told me I didn’t want to know, which was fair enough. I didn’t. He also told me that he had informed my husband, Steve, about everything, and that there was evidently some court battle over my coming back home immediately. That was still to be decided.
My mind kept wandering back to the General. Of all the things that had happened to me over the last several days or so, I could not stop thinking about the one thing that caused all of this. That black cock, that woman-tamer and pussy-claimer. That virile male gift to me that I could not get out of my mind. That night he had ***** me had changed my life, in more ways than one. The way it filled me, the way it made me feel, the intense and devastating orgasms it made me have been almost all-consuming. Had he been from the United States, I would most definitely have become his lover, if not his wife. Anything to keep his cock in me as often as possible. In the end, after all the discussions, questioning and interrogations, I am the one who made the request to agree to his demand. I had to have that cock one more time. Or twelve, if he could get it up enough. They told me they would make the arrangements, once the medical staff were satisfied that I had recovered.
“Hi, Honey!”
I cheerfully greeted my husband when I finally had a private video chat with him. He didn’t look happy so much as concerned and even frustrated.
“Hey. Are you okay? Everything alright? And what is that thing around your neck?”
The questions came fast and furiously, but he was owed an answer to every one of them, and more. He was entitled to them. Simply because he was my husband.
“Well, they tell me I am fine, though I am sore as hell. I admit that it wasn’t a lot of fun. There was one point where I had all but given up hope about my future.”
It was at this point the tears started. Not the ugly-crying out-of-control bawling, but sobbing with my having to snorffle back the threatening runaway snot leaking down my nasal passages.
“The thing around my neck is a collar that the slavers put on me, so they could control me as I was to be auctioned. Honey, it was so frightening, I was so scared!”
That was it, and the dam broke. I spent the next ten minutes or so trying to talk as I broke down bawling, snot and tears wrecking my makeup as I tried to explain everything to my husband, and he tried his best to sooth and still comprehend the hell I had lived through. At some point, I heard my door open and when I glanced at the mirror to see who it was, I saw Garcia’s concerned face. But with a simple gesture of a fresh box of tissues on the dresser and a nod, he left me to the privacy of my husband, and the loud crying as it echoed off the walls.
“Suzi.. Suzi… Suzi… listen to me…”
“Wh… wha-what?” I blubbered out.
“Listen… We’ll get through this. I miss you, and though this sucks, I love you. We’ll survive this. You just hang with me and survive over there. I’m working on it right now.”
I simply nodded and cried some more, using my hands to rub my nose and wipe away snot and tears. I tried talking, but couldn’t, but in his words I heard hope, encouragement and his own pain. As awful as it was for me, his own pain had to be more difficult.
“I love you, Honey... so very, very much!”
I eventually blubbered out, as my tears started to run on empty, though my nose had a seemingly endless supply to deliver. I started using tissues to blow my nose so much that my skin was getting sore. He did smile at my words, I could see through my blurred, tear-soaked vision.
He told me that Juwon had moved out and on to college, and that Akoni and Akanni were working on my return politically, with Akanni was even considering flying out here to meet with me and bring me home. Many ideas were being flung about, if I could just manage to stay safe until then. The news, of course, was mixed, as I had come to realize that as I loved my husband, I had fallen in love with Juwon. The young man’s cock had cracked my heart open and then his words and emotions had invaded my own heart, and I was, in effect, in love with two men. Well, perhaps two men and a third amazing black cock.
That night when my husband observed Juwon fucking me in our living room had been quite an emotional ordeal for me, I was discovering. It had been a near thing to violate my husband’s rules to not kiss Juwon, with my very much wanting to offer my lips and tongue to him in that emotional bonding between lovers that kissing did. My husband’s voice dragged me back to the here and now.
“So, I am told you are safe and healthy and all that, but the General wants to see you. Why?”
I shook my head.
“I have no real idea, but my instinct tells me he wants to bed me again. He told me in the hotel that I was the best lover he ever had.”
I had to look down and blush, before looking up to my husband’s eyes.
“And to be honest with you, he is pretty damn amazing. Not by the looks of him, mind you, but he is a gifted man.”
“So, you intend to sleep with him?”
I shook my head.
“Honey, I don’t want to have even a pencil up there right now. When I had my pelvic exam after I was rescued, I was ready to claw the doctor’s skin off. My vagina is just too sore to be touched.”
“So, you want to have sex with him when you can?”
I shrugged.
“Honestly, I dunno’ Honey. I admit that I do think about him, and the way he bedded me. I’m sorry, but he gave me the most incredible sex of my life.”
It was a hard thing to admit, and my husband’s face turned stony.
“My Love, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy sex with you. I adore making love with you. You are the most amazing man, and the owner of my heart. Making love between us can never be beat. When we are in bed, we make love, while when the General had me, he just fucked me. It was hard, it was rough, and it was intense, and it made me feel like I have never felt before. You and I make love, but he makes me just want to get fucked by him. Understand the difference? Please say you do?”
Steve’s stony face just looked at me for long, awkward seconds. I could tell he was deciding.
“You never told me what actually happened.”
I had to nod.
“Alright, fair enough. If you want to hear everything, I will tell you about everything that happened that night, from when I got to the ballroom to when I finally got back to my room. Be prepared, I’m going to be very detailed.”
“Alright.”
The shift in his body and the soft but unmistakable sound of his zipper being opened told me he was indeed getting ready. I wasn’t alarmed by this. We had played some games as part of pillow-talking while having sex. Different roles we would play, including burglar and housewife, manager and secretary, total strangers in a park late at night, things like that. Okay, so we really played out the strangers in the park thing one late Saturday night, and we almost got caught by some over-alert security guard, but it was scorching hot.
So, with a deep breath, I began to tell him about everything. From my outfit, which he knew about, the short satin dress, flared at the neck of all places, the sexy satin cape accessory and the black fuck-me heels I wore. I went on about how so many men were fondling me and feeling me up as the night went on, and of my being photographed with so many men in what could be construed as compromising poses. I told him about being stripped of my dress and having that creepy black guy take my anal-virginity on the beach, leaving me there is just my heels and cape, passed-out on the sand. I went on about my finally getting back to the resort, and running into the General, still having only the cape and heels, where he dragged me to his hotel suite, and proceeded to **** me several times.
How I tried to escape but he used my cape as a leash and dragged me back to and under him. How he never bothered with any safe-sex thoughts and ensured that his thick and hefty black cock was fully inside me as I was inseminated and made sure to keep my hips above my head to ensure I was taking as much of his seed into my womb as possible. The fact that he had me in missionary and breeding positions as I was *****, and how that, in the end, I could not help but reciprocate. I told him how I had that magical ‘ping’ that told me I was pregnant before any tests were taken, after he flooded my pussy with his seed. I continued with how he then fingered me and teased my pearl to ensure I had multiple orgasms, ensuring my cervix was sipping every drop possible of his black seed. That it was obvious that he wanted to give his sperm every chance of impregnating my wildly fertile married white body. I ended with how I woke up at dawn, his cock still inside my vagina, plugging my body to keep me from losing any of his cum until it was too late.
Did I leave off a few details? Sure. I left off about Juwon ****** me first earlier in the day, in broad daylight, on the balcony of my hotel room. I left off how Juwon had been feeling me up and making me aroused the entire trip down to the resort, and how Akoni and Akanni had given me their consent and vow of secrecy for anything that happened between Juwon and myself. I also left off how I knew I was pregnant and did not tell him right away.
Somewhere along the way I had heard him groan, and his body-language told me he had gotten off and done it severely. It made me think my husband had not had an ejaculation since I had left for Nigeria. I coo’d to him and told him I loved him for knowing that I could please him even from this far away. I wanted to ensure that he still held his dignity in all of this.
Then he wanted to know, from my own lips, what had happened when I was kidnapped here. So, I told him everything. Being gang-*****, multiple times, and the humiliation of being made to walk naked in public on a leash. The gang-**** and double-penetrations at the auction. My treatment at the ‘clearing house’, as I came to call it. From my final gang-****** as I was leashed to that pole, which lead to the gunfight for my rescue. I told him as much as I could remember. I was sobbing again, and I could see tears in his eyes.
“I am going to come get you. I don’t know how yet, but I am coming for you. I’ll even re-enlist, if necessary. But know I am coming for you.”
His voice was warm, and comforting. He was letting me know he loved me and wanted me back. But then his eyes went dark. It was a scary look I had never seen before. His voice also changed. It was hard, it was cold, and his whole countenance made me think of my benefactor John.
“I will also be coming for those who have attacked you.”
I had to pause, and I just looked at him. It took me a few moments to figure out what to say.
“Honey? My Love? I would be happier if you just came for me and took me home, and just stayed with me forever?”
“We’ll see. I want to attend to a few people, first.”
His tone stayed hard, almost dangerous. The look in his eyes I never want to see again. It made me realize that he was not all I had come to understand as we dated and got married. He evidently had the capability to be much worse. It took a few long moments of awkward looking at each other through the monitors, before he began to soften.
“Suzi, I love you and I am glad you are now safe, so stay that way, and I will see you as soon as I can. In the meantime, I have work to do.”
With that, he just clicked off before I could even think of what to reply to that.
For the next week or so, I simply rested and recuperated. True to their word, no matter how much I asked, begged, whined and made a pain in the ass of myself, I was not allowed to set foot off the campus of the embassy. I was getting bored out of my mind, until I had an idea and requested a pair of binoculars. For some reason, even getting those took some doing, but eventually I was given a pair of the ones one might use at a sports event. Decent quality, but not fabulous, nor were they from the Marines. For some reason they made sure I knew that. Then I began my new hobby.
I lasted three days as I was on the highest floor, looking out the windows at the people below and as far as I could see. Just people doing their ordinary things, and I began to make up stories about them. Who was married to who, what their gossip was, down to who had secret affairs, and so on. I could not help myself, but check out the men, and try and evaluate who had the biggest cocks. I used Juwon and the General as my comparisons, ranging from above average to oh my goodness! Of course, I kept thinking more and more about the cock that impregnated me and how much I was wanting it. It seemed the closer I knew he was, the more I wanted it. Make that more like needed it. He had begun to take over my free thoughts, and in the quiet of the night, when I was alone in my room, I would feel that neediness burning inside me, and I began to assuage it. My mind would fill with images of him, from the things he did to the things I envisioned he might.
I envisioned his fingers on the loop of my collar, holding my face to his as his thick lips mashed to mine, and his tongue pried my lips open for his saliva to mix with mine as my tongue began to urgently search for his. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his hands on my pale flesh, his fingers, though fat and stubby, nimbly removing my clothing until I was nude before him, feeling his flabby, sweaty body against mine. My soft voice mewling as we kissed, long and lewdly, while his free hand went to my breast and began to massage and molest it, rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My body was growing warmer as I felt the arousal rising inside me. My love-lubrication was flowing, signaling that my body was ready. Ready to be invaded by the most magnificent prize a woman could have! I lay down for him, and splayed my legs widely, bending my knees softly as his hefty bulk squashed me flat.
His dark gaze held my azure orbs as his powerful aura was literally prying my soul open and he was looking deep within me, demanding from me what I tried desperately to hold secret. Then the thick, bulbous, un-circumcised cock began to slide up and down my wetness, until he rented my sealed petals asunder and gained access to my femininity, and then began to mount me. There was little finesse, just power as his cock gained purchase at my entrance and he began to thrust. They were long, slow, determined pressures to stretch my vaginal opening for him, each thrust making my voice grunt loudly, until I finally opened enough to take him in. His initial, successful thrust made my back arch and I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but it was worth it to feel that fullness begin again. Then the thrusts changed and began more consistent, and as he thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy with his invading black cock, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I lost who I was for a moment. The long, slow, inexorable thrusts drove his cock down into me, further and further, until I felt my cervix twinge a bit and then grow at ease as the head of his cock filled that post-cervical area known as the fornix. It was there the head of his cock lay as he was fully inserted into me, and as he lay atop me, I was consumed. My marriage was not even a distant memory as his cock filled me in a most satisfying way, and as my eyes re-focused on his again, he began to extract my soul and as his cock began to seize my body from my control, his penetrated gaze took control of my mind. It was how I had always envisioned a man and a woman to be, united as one, complete and combined. I was, in effect, now his woman.
He began to thrust in me, and he played me like a musical instrument with that magical cock, fast, slow, long thrusts mixed with short ones. My tongue rushed forth, waggling in the air to lick and kiss his, to surrender myself in full offering to the man whose sexual prowess was beyond measure. The man whose cock made me pregnant with his child, and I wanted to have again and again. I wanted to give him a ****** to be proud of, and to be his lover. When his thrusting began to grow frenetic and then frantic, I knew I was so close to my own orgasm, and the vision of his cock spewing copious blasts of thick, heavy, virile black cum into my fertile white valley was enough to send me over the edge as I orgasmed, my voice crying out in the release of raw sexual joy.
I had the foresight to cover my face with my pillow, otherwise my cry might have woken Garcia up and made me have to explain all sorts of embarrassing questions. But as I lay there panting, my body sheened in sweat, I had the realization of what I had fantasized about. In my fantasy I had become the General’s wife, and the mother of his children. Not one, but as many as he would give me. In my fantasy, I had become his slut, and in that moment, it was the thing I wanted most in my life. My fear was now that I had admitted that to myself that I wanted it, what would happen next?
Author's Note:
Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out. I have been a little burned out on writing. That said, here is the next installment of the series. I had intended to end the series with this chapter, but I think the next one should do it, or at most, two more chapters. I am still undecided on what to do here. To those who have given me constructive feedback, thank you. For those who have grown disappointed in the direction the story has taken, I am sorry. But this story is part of how I express things, and how I feel. I never intended certain character relationships to develop the way they did, it sort of happened. We'll see what happens in future stories.
Regardless, I am grateful for all comments, and feedback. Now, I hope you enjoy...
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When I awoke, I was in the cleanest room I had ever seen. Quiet, cool, and brightly lit, it took me a few minutes to realize I was not only safe and I was in the embassy compound, but also in the mobile-hospital unit that came over with me. My eyes fluttered open, and I just looked about. I was alone, except for Olga. She was seated off to the side, reading a magazine, I think. I glanced about, and realized I had an IV and a glass of water nearby, which I evidently hadn’t touched. I literally had no clue what day it was, or how long I had been sleeping. With a deep breath and sigh, I began to move, which brought Olga’s sole focus on me. She smiled and began to come to my side as I shifted.
“Good morning, sleepy-head!”
She was too cheery for how I felt. But I finally realized for the first time that she was not in a Marine Corps uniform. Just jeans and a rather tight-fitting t-shirt, though the clomp-clomp of her footfalls told me she was still wearing boots. With her blonde hair pulled into two French braids, she struck me as a Viking Warrior Princess, just 500 years out of time. She was very pretty, and I figured she had a man stashed somewhere.
“Mornin’.” I grumbled back with my soft voice uncharacteristically raspy.
“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”
I nodded. My crotch hurt like I had been a punching bag for a famous heavyweight boxer with a penchant for eating his opponent’s ears.
“Okay, lemme help with that.”
I was given two pills and some of that water.
“Thanks. How long have I been sleeping?”
“A little over two days.”
“What?!?!”
I bolted upright, or rather I tried to, but my lower abdomen hurt like Hell, so I flopped back. Things were starting to come back to me, the horrors and turmoil, fears and misery. I started to sob.
Olga laid a hand on my shoulder and then began to caress my arm.
“Easy there, girl, you have been through a lot. But you are safe, now, and you are going to be fine. Your baby is fine, and you are both healthy.”
Her voice was soothing, and she was doing her best to reassure me.
“But there is some news. For one, your travelling privileges have been revoked. You are supposed to stay in the compound until you are ready to go home. That and we have had some personnel changes. Some of the Marines on your detail have been rotated out. It seems that there are some people very unhappy with your disappearance. Oh, and that guy John? Nobody has seen him since you were taken.”
I nodded, listening.
“What about Garcia? And you?”
“Oh, we’re fine. They couldn’t make me leave if they wanted to because you are my patient, and I am the only female nurse who is deployable and available. Garcia, however, is dying to see you. He has been standing post 16 hours a day since you arrived back.”
She leaned in and talked conspiratorially.
“I think he likes you. Not in the romantic way, but in the ‘she’s my sister’ way, and he has made it his personal mission, now.”
I nodded. I could understand that. My husband, Steve was like that. Once he had someone he was responsible for, curing cancer meant nothing compared to keeping his charge safe. In truth, he was pretty protective over me, from the moment he and I became an item.
“So, you rest now, and now that you are awake, all sorts of people are going to come in and talk with you. They want to know what happened.”
Somehow, I dozed off again, and when I awoke, I was famished. I had no idea what time it was, or even what day, but Olga wasn’t there. My doctor was sitting nearby tapping on a computer.
“Oh, you’re awake again. Good. How are you feeling?”
“Better…but I am getting a bit confused. I am also super hungry!””
He smiles.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you are. So, for now, lemme just take a look at you.”
His touch was gentle, and after a few moments, he was satisfied.
“Alright, food is going to be coming very shortly. For now, just know that you are in your personal hospital module, and that you have had a great number of people in a general panic. Not to mention the father of your child. He would very much like to see you, but right now, nobody is getting past your guards, unless they are Marines.”
“What about this?”
I had tugged at the metal collar still attached around my neck.
“Oh, that. Well, we have a bit of a dilemma. But the short answer is that with what tools we have here now, and the risks to your neck, we’ve decided to leave it on. There is a twist-locking device that requires a special key, and we don’t have it. Not that we haven’t tried. We’ve even tried calling the manufacturer for a universal key, but they say they don’t make one. So, for now, it’ll have to stay on, until we can get you stateside.”
He was interrupted by the phone ringing. After some yes’s, no’s, and I’ll check’s, he returned.
“Okay, so your food is coming out right now. I hope you like meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans. It is what we had for dinner last night, and about all we can get you right now. But when everyone wakes up, we’ll get you fed more properly. A bunch of people are also dying to talk with you, to hear your story. If you are up to it, after you eat, I’ll allow it. Oh, and Garcia is still dying to talk to you. He is growing more upset. If you can spare a moment, I’d ask you to tell him you are okay and to relax.”
I nodded, and after the food arrived, I felt much better. I was still wanting to drink a Diet Coke, but that wasn’t happening until after I delivered. I first asked to see Garcia. He had now come on watch and has posted outside the door.
“Please... let him in?”
Garcia came to me, and I could tell he had taken it hard, and he was brimming with tears. He felt like he had let me down. I reassured him, repeatedly, that he had not, but I had to ask about the gunfire as I was being rescued.
“Well, it seems there is a Militia around that knew you were there. Not that you were you, just a white woman chained and easy pickings. You were just another commodity for human trafficking. So, they wanted to come take you, when we arrived. Somebody on their side got careless with their trigger finger, and so we returned fire, less-carelessly. I have to admit it felt good using the SAW again. It’s been a while.”
He clarified for me that a SAW was a squad-automatic weapon, and he was actually a machine-gunner for his unit, but in this mission, it was deemed unlikely he would be using it, so they made him my personal escort. As he finished up, the Gunnery Sergeant and the Lieutenant entered and I had to explain what happened, as best I could remember. Then came some staff-flunky who asked me the same questions, then the Ambassador himself questioned me. One of the things he kept grumbling about was the trail of dead bodies everywhere, and that he was running out of ways to placate the local government. Bribes weren’t getting it done anymore. I was feeling more like the criminal than the victim, and that it was somehow all my fault. He did tell me that the General, the father of my baby, was fit to be tied, as some of his men had been killed in the gunfight with the Marines. The General was also demanding a meeting with me, and in private.
But my day did take an interesting turn when “John” entered. He had those same dead eyes, and no smile. He is the one who told me how near a thing it was. How close I came to being sold at auction, likely to some Arab prince or whomever, and never to be seen again. Evidently, I was just days, or even hours from disappearing. I asked how he knew of all this, and he simply told me that he had to convince some people to talk. Exactly how, he told me I didn’t want to know, which was fair enough. I didn’t. He also told me that he had informed my husband, Steve, about everything, and that there was evidently some court battle over my coming back home immediately. That was still to be decided.
My mind kept wandering back to the General. Of all the things that had happened to me over the last several days or so, I could not stop thinking about the one thing that caused all of this. That black cock, that woman-tamer and pussy-claimer. That virile male gift to me that I could not get out of my mind. That night he had ***** me had changed my life, in more ways than one. The way it filled me, the way it made me feel, the intense and devastating orgasms it made me have been almost all-consuming. Had he been from the United States, I would most definitely have become his lover, if not his wife. Anything to keep his cock in me as often as possible. In the end, after all the discussions, questioning and interrogations, I am the one who made the request to agree to his demand. I had to have that cock one more time. Or twelve, if he could get it up enough. They told me they would make the arrangements, once the medical staff were satisfied that I had recovered.
“Hi, Honey!”
I cheerfully greeted my husband when I finally had a private video chat with him. He didn’t look happy so much as concerned and even frustrated.
“Hey. Are you okay? Everything alright? And what is that thing around your neck?”
The questions came fast and furiously, but he was owed an answer to every one of them, and more. He was entitled to them. Simply because he was my husband.
“Well, they tell me I am fine, though I am sore as hell. I admit that it wasn’t a lot of fun. There was one point where I had all but given up hope about my future.”
It was at this point the tears started. Not the ugly-crying out-of-control bawling, but sobbing with my having to snorffle back the threatening runaway snot leaking down my nasal passages.
“The thing around my neck is a collar that the slavers put on me, so they could control me as I was to be auctioned. Honey, it was so frightening, I was so scared!”
That was it, and the dam broke. I spent the next ten minutes or so trying to talk as I broke down bawling, snot and tears wrecking my makeup as I tried to explain everything to my husband, and he tried his best to sooth and still comprehend the hell I had lived through. At some point, I heard my door open and when I glanced at the mirror to see who it was, I saw Garcia’s concerned face. But with a simple gesture of a fresh box of tissues on the dresser and a nod, he left me to the privacy of my husband, and the loud crying as it echoed off the walls.
“Suzi.. Suzi… Suzi… listen to me…”
“Wh… wha-what?” I blubbered out.
“Listen… We’ll get through this. I miss you, and though this sucks, I love you. We’ll survive this. You just hang with me and survive over there. I’m working on it right now.”
I simply nodded and cried some more, using my hands to rub my nose and wipe away snot and tears. I tried talking, but couldn’t, but in his words I heard hope, encouragement and his own pain. As awful as it was for me, his own pain had to be more difficult.
“I love you, Honey... so very, very much!”
I eventually blubbered out, as my tears started to run on empty, though my nose had a seemingly endless supply to deliver. I started using tissues to blow my nose so much that my skin was getting sore. He did smile at my words, I could see through my blurred, tear-soaked vision.
He told me that Juwon had moved out and on to college, and that Akoni and Akanni were working on my return politically, with Akanni was even considering flying out here to meet with me and bring me home. Many ideas were being flung about, if I could just manage to stay safe until then. The news, of course, was mixed, as I had come to realize that as I loved my husband, I had fallen in love with Juwon. The young man’s cock had cracked my heart open and then his words and emotions had invaded my own heart, and I was, in effect, in love with two men. Well, perhaps two men and a third amazing black cock.
That night when my husband observed Juwon fucking me in our living room had been quite an emotional ordeal for me, I was discovering. It had been a near thing to violate my husband’s rules to not kiss Juwon, with my very much wanting to offer my lips and tongue to him in that emotional bonding between lovers that kissing did. My husband’s voice dragged me back to the here and now.
“So, I am told you are safe and healthy and all that, but the General wants to see you. Why?”
I shook my head.
“I have no real idea, but my instinct tells me he wants to bed me again. He told me in the hotel that I was the best lover he ever had.”
I had to look down and blush, before looking up to my husband’s eyes.
“And to be honest with you, he is pretty damn amazing. Not by the looks of him, mind you, but he is a gifted man.”
“So, you intend to sleep with him?”
I shook my head.
“Honey, I don’t want to have even a pencil up there right now. When I had my pelvic exam after I was rescued, I was ready to claw the doctor’s skin off. My vagina is just too sore to be touched.”
“So, you want to have sex with him when you can?”
I shrugged.
“Honestly, I dunno’ Honey. I admit that I do think about him, and the way he bedded me. I’m sorry, but he gave me the most incredible sex of my life.”
It was a hard thing to admit, and my husband’s face turned stony.
“My Love, that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy sex with you. I adore making love with you. You are the most amazing man, and the owner of my heart. Making love between us can never be beat. When we are in bed, we make love, while when the General had me, he just fucked me. It was hard, it was rough, and it was intense, and it made me feel like I have never felt before. You and I make love, but he makes me just want to get fucked by him. Understand the difference? Please say you do?”
Steve’s stony face just looked at me for long, awkward seconds. I could tell he was deciding.
“You never told me what actually happened.”
I had to nod.
“Alright, fair enough. If you want to hear everything, I will tell you about everything that happened that night, from when I got to the ballroom to when I finally got back to my room. Be prepared, I’m going to be very detailed.”
“Alright.”
The shift in his body and the soft but unmistakable sound of his zipper being opened told me he was indeed getting ready. I wasn’t alarmed by this. We had played some games as part of pillow-talking while having sex. Different roles we would play, including burglar and housewife, manager and secretary, total strangers in a park late at night, things like that. Okay, so we really played out the strangers in the park thing one late Saturday night, and we almost got caught by some over-alert security guard, but it was scorching hot.
So, with a deep breath, I began to tell him about everything. From my outfit, which he knew about, the short satin dress, flared at the neck of all places, the sexy satin cape accessory and the black fuck-me heels I wore. I went on about how so many men were fondling me and feeling me up as the night went on, and of my being photographed with so many men in what could be construed as compromising poses. I told him about being stripped of my dress and having that creepy black guy take my anal-virginity on the beach, leaving me there is just my heels and cape, passed-out on the sand. I went on about my finally getting back to the resort, and running into the General, still having only the cape and heels, where he dragged me to his hotel suite, and proceeded to **** me several times.
How I tried to escape but he used my cape as a leash and dragged me back to and under him. How he never bothered with any safe-sex thoughts and ensured that his thick and hefty black cock was fully inside me as I was inseminated and made sure to keep my hips above my head to ensure I was taking as much of his seed into my womb as possible. The fact that he had me in missionary and breeding positions as I was *****, and how that, in the end, I could not help but reciprocate. I told him how I had that magical ‘ping’ that told me I was pregnant before any tests were taken, after he flooded my pussy with his seed. I continued with how he then fingered me and teased my pearl to ensure I had multiple orgasms, ensuring my cervix was sipping every drop possible of his black seed. That it was obvious that he wanted to give his sperm every chance of impregnating my wildly fertile married white body. I ended with how I woke up at dawn, his cock still inside my vagina, plugging my body to keep me from losing any of his cum until it was too late.
Did I leave off a few details? Sure. I left off about Juwon ****** me first earlier in the day, in broad daylight, on the balcony of my hotel room. I left off how Juwon had been feeling me up and making me aroused the entire trip down to the resort, and how Akoni and Akanni had given me their consent and vow of secrecy for anything that happened between Juwon and myself. I also left off how I knew I was pregnant and did not tell him right away.
Somewhere along the way I had heard him groan, and his body-language told me he had gotten off and done it severely. It made me think my husband had not had an ejaculation since I had left for Nigeria. I coo’d to him and told him I loved him for knowing that I could please him even from this far away. I wanted to ensure that he still held his dignity in all of this.
Then he wanted to know, from my own lips, what had happened when I was kidnapped here. So, I told him everything. Being gang-*****, multiple times, and the humiliation of being made to walk naked in public on a leash. The gang-**** and double-penetrations at the auction. My treatment at the ‘clearing house’, as I came to call it. From my final gang-****** as I was leashed to that pole, which lead to the gunfight for my rescue. I told him as much as I could remember. I was sobbing again, and I could see tears in his eyes.
“I am going to come get you. I don’t know how yet, but I am coming for you. I’ll even re-enlist, if necessary. But know I am coming for you.”
His voice was warm, and comforting. He was letting me know he loved me and wanted me back. But then his eyes went dark. It was a scary look I had never seen before. His voice also changed. It was hard, it was cold, and his whole countenance made me think of my benefactor John.
“I will also be coming for those who have attacked you.”
I had to pause, and I just looked at him. It took me a few moments to figure out what to say.
“Honey? My Love? I would be happier if you just came for me and took me home, and just stayed with me forever?”
“We’ll see. I want to attend to a few people, first.”
His tone stayed hard, almost dangerous. The look in his eyes I never want to see again. It made me realize that he was not all I had come to understand as we dated and got married. He evidently had the capability to be much worse. It took a few long moments of awkward looking at each other through the monitors, before he began to soften.
“Suzi, I love you and I am glad you are now safe, so stay that way, and I will see you as soon as I can. In the meantime, I have work to do.”
With that, he just clicked off before I could even think of what to reply to that.
For the next week or so, I simply rested and recuperated. True to their word, no matter how much I asked, begged, whined and made a pain in the ass of myself, I was not allowed to set foot off the campus of the embassy. I was getting bored out of my mind, until I had an idea and requested a pair of binoculars. For some reason, even getting those took some doing, but eventually I was given a pair of the ones one might use at a sports event. Decent quality, but not fabulous, nor were they from the Marines. For some reason they made sure I knew that. Then I began my new hobby.
I lasted three days as I was on the highest floor, looking out the windows at the people below and as far as I could see. Just people doing their ordinary things, and I began to make up stories about them. Who was married to who, what their gossip was, down to who had secret affairs, and so on. I could not help myself, but check out the men, and try and evaluate who had the biggest cocks. I used Juwon and the General as my comparisons, ranging from above average to oh my goodness! Of course, I kept thinking more and more about the cock that impregnated me and how much I was wanting it. It seemed the closer I knew he was, the more I wanted it. Make that more like needed it. He had begun to take over my free thoughts, and in the quiet of the night, when I was alone in my room, I would feel that neediness burning inside me, and I began to assuage it. My mind would fill with images of him, from the things he did to the things I envisioned he might.
I envisioned his fingers on the loop of my collar, holding my face to his as his thick lips mashed to mine, and his tongue pried my lips open for his saliva to mix with mine as my tongue began to urgently search for his. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his hands on my pale flesh, his fingers, though fat and stubby, nimbly removing my clothing until I was nude before him, feeling his flabby, sweaty body against mine. My soft voice mewling as we kissed, long and lewdly, while his free hand went to my breast and began to massage and molest it, rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My body was growing warmer as I felt the arousal rising inside me. My love-lubrication was flowing, signaling that my body was ready. Ready to be invaded by the most magnificent prize a woman could have! I lay down for him, and splayed my legs widely, bending my knees softly as his hefty bulk squashed me flat.
His dark gaze held my azure orbs as his powerful aura was literally prying my soul open and he was looking deep within me, demanding from me what I tried desperately to hold secret. Then the thick, bulbous, un-circumcised cock began to slide up and down my wetness, until he rented my sealed petals asunder and gained access to my femininity, and then began to mount me. There was little finesse, just power as his cock gained purchase at my entrance and he began to thrust. They were long, slow, determined pressures to stretch my vaginal opening for him, each thrust making my voice grunt loudly, until I finally opened enough to take him in. His initial, successful thrust made my back arch and I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but it was worth it to feel that fullness begin again. Then the thrusts changed and began more consistent, and as he thrust deeper and deeper into my pussy with his invading black cock, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I lost who I was for a moment. The long, slow, inexorable thrusts drove his cock down into me, further and further, until I felt my cervix twinge a bit and then grow at ease as the head of his cock filled that post-cervical area known as the fornix. It was there the head of his cock lay as he was fully inserted into me, and as he lay atop me, I was consumed. My marriage was not even a distant memory as his cock filled me in a most satisfying way, and as my eyes re-focused on his again, he began to extract my soul and as his cock began to seize my body from my control, his penetrated gaze took control of my mind. It was how I had always envisioned a man and a woman to be, united as one, complete and combined. I was, in effect, now his woman.
He began to thrust in me, and he played me like a musical instrument with that magical cock, fast, slow, long thrusts mixed with short ones. My tongue rushed forth, waggling in the air to lick and kiss his, to surrender myself in full offering to the man whose sexual prowess was beyond measure. The man whose cock made me pregnant with his child, and I wanted to have again and again. I wanted to give him a ****** to be proud of, and to be his lover. When his thrusting began to grow frenetic and then frantic, I knew I was so close to my own orgasm, and the vision of his cock spewing copious blasts of thick, heavy, virile black cum into my fertile white valley was enough to send me over the edge as I orgasmed, my voice crying out in the release of raw sexual joy.
I had the foresight to cover my face with my pillow, otherwise my cry might have woken Garcia up and made me have to explain all sorts of embarrassing questions. But as I lay there panting, my body sheened in sweat, I had the realization of what I had fantasized about. In my fantasy I had become the General’s wife, and the mother of his children. Not one, but as many as he would give me. In my fantasy, I had become his slut, and in that moment, it was the thing I wanted most in my life. My fear was now that I had admitted that to myself that I wanted it, what would happen next?
