In the Presidential suite the seven young white women newly recruited to the
Presidential staff were waiting in the private meeting room when the President himself
entered, flanked by four of his soldiers. The waiting women were completely astounded
when a plump middle-aged White woman also came into the room with him, naked except for
slippers.
“Welcome to my personal staff,” said President Abando, and indicating the nude
with him he added, “This is Imogen who is my closest personal assistant. Imogen is now
your immediate boss and you will obey her, fully and immediately.”
Imogen looked the frightened women over, pointed to one frightened mouse of a
girl and asked, “Your name and age?”
“Coral Peters, and I’m eighteen.”
“You will all address me as Mistress,” ordered Imogen, “Come here Coral.”
Coral stepped forward and the President looked her over. He felt that Imogen had
made a good choice; this one would be no trouble, would be a good example to show the
others, and was too thin to be interesting.
“Undress please,” said Imogen.
“What?” asked Coral.
“I said undress. That means strip, remove your clothes,” said Imogen with heavy
sarcasm, “You will work nude, as I do. It allows the President access to your body
without delay, should he ever want it.”
“I’ll do no such thing,” said Coral.
At a nod from the President two of the soldiers grabbed her by the arms and
pulled her over to the end of the room where the President stood beside the conference
table.
“Would you care to change your mind and to apologise to your boss for your
rudeness?” he asked in a quiet voice.
The young woman was too scared to speak.
“Let her go, and we will watch her do as she was told,” he said.
Imogen had come to stand beside him and he put an arm over her shoulder and
fingered one nipple. Coral stood where she was, making no attempt to unbutton the thin
summer dress she was wearing. Tears were running down her cheeks from her eyes which were
wide open with fear.
“Do you want my men to help you?”
Coral shook her head and her fingers moved slowly to the top button of her
dress.
“Be quick about it,” snapped Imogen and the girl fumbled wildly with the
buttons.
Impatiently, Imogen reached forward and tore the front of the dress apart, some
of the buttons opening and some popping off. Under the dress the girl was wearing a
sensible white cotton brassière and childish white knickers.
“Get those off as well.”
Coral was now quite incapable of doing any such thing and her sobbing was
continuous. Imogen spun her round and unsnapped the brassière, then with one
downward sweep of both hands pulled the knickers to her knees.
Spinning her again, she snatched Coral’s brassière from her hands and
said, “Let the President see you.”
Two of the soldiers grasped a wrist each and easily pulled her arms away from her
body until they were straight out at her sides. The figure that was revealed was not very
prepossessing; the breasts were small and already sagging a little. The nipples were
small and pink, though they had hardened in fear. Her pubic thatch was straggly and a few
shades lighter than the mousy short cropped hair on her head.
“Not much to look at,” commented Imogen, “I expect you are a virgin?”
“Y-yes,” stammered Coral.
Looking over to the other six women she shouted, “Virgins over here, non-virgins
stay where you are.”
This caused much worrying among the women who debated with themselves which group
would be better treated. Eventually two others, both blondes, came to stand by Coral.
Then the President spoke again, “I do not like disobedience, and that includes
lying. This woman has disobeyed an order and was rude to my closest personal assistant
who is her boss, so I will punish her now.”
Coral was seized by two if the soldiers and quickly bent over the edge of the
table so that her arse-cheeks were presented for all to see. Kicking her feet apart as
far as the knickers round her knees allowed made her private parts more visible and
increased her sobs. The intrusion of the President’s hand along her anal cleft and down
on to her pussy lips redoubled the volume as she sobbed, “No, no, no!”
The others could not see exactly where his fingers went but he soon withdrew them
and sniffed appreciatively. Then the other hand was raised and fell.
CRACK!
The sound of the riding crop laying a line of red, quickly darkening to purple,
was followed by a fraction of a second of silence before a scream from his victim nearly
deafened the others in the room.
CRACK!
A second blow followed swiftly, then the President stood back and surveyed the
damage.
“As I said, I don’t like people who lie. Are there any of you who wish to
reconsider whether they are virgins?” he asked, and after a pause continued, “No? Well
and good. Now all of you will also undress, and quickly.”
There was a flurry as female clothing was removed and scattered hither and
thither in their haste to comply.
“Line up over here,” said Imogen.
The President passed along the line of naked females looking them up and down,
and even hefting a breast as he passed the plumpest one. The look of pure venom that
crossed Imogen’s face as he seemed to approve of what he felt, was not missed by any of
them. Clearly the President was picking out his bed warmers, and equally clearly Imogen
felt her hold on that position was threatened by that.
The woman who had incurred her wrath was young, perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two,
and somewhat over-weight by European standards. To the African eye she was pleasantly
plump, with prominent labia not hidden at all by her pubic hair, which appeared to be just
naturally thin; certainly it was not shaved. Her face and hair could best be described
as homely, but marriage had made her less shy about nakedness, and though she dreaded the
thought of multiple rape, a little extra-marital sex would not have come amiss. She had
already wondered about the large and frequently erect organ of the houseboy who had served
her husband for some years before their marriage.
Coral had recovered a little and as the President turned she tried to stand up.
“Stay down on the table my dear,” he said genially.
He turned and pointed to the woman whose breast he had handled, “You, whatever
your name is, come here and suck me until I’m hard.”
The woman moved slowly towards him, whispering as she sank to her knees, “Morgan.
My name is Morgan,” but the President did not seem to hear.
She was very frightened and dared not disobey; at the same time she hardly dared
to take him in her mouth, lest she accidentally hurt him with her teeth. Her husband had
enjoyed being sucked, so she knew how to do it, and what to expect; she sank to her knees
with her mouth open as the President freed his large, purple-headed, and very smelly penis
from his trousers. Taking it in her mouth she used her tongue on it to good effect and
within moments it was hard and huge. Pushing her away he smiled at the other women, who
had watched with a variety of emotions as their colleague was fellating the new ruler of
Balonga.
None of the spectators was surprised when he moved over to Coral and with no
attempt at subtlety or foreplay, thrust into her vagina, ripping away her maidenhead at
the first stroke. That actually eased the pain for her as the blood thus released
provided some lubrication. After a few strokes he withdrew and turned back to the
others.
“A volunteer is needed to clean my weapon,” he said, “Coral has made a bloody
mess on it. Who will lick it clean?”
The women all looked at each other, and the plump one started to kneel again.
“No, my dear, don’t be greedy. You have had your turn.”
The oldest of the women moved forward and knelt before him.
“Very praiseworthy, I’m sure,” he said, “but I think one of our alleged virgins
should do this. You’ll do.”
The taller blonde woman with long hair who had claimed to be a virgin, and was
now revealed as a natural blonde, came towards him very cautiously and knelt. Closing her
eyes she licked at his penis ineffectually, and this annoyed him. Gripping her hair with
one hand he rammed his prick into her throat, causing her to gag. Ignoring the choking
noises and her struggles, he fucked her face for some time. Then his whole body shuddered
as he came into her mouth.
“Swallow it,” he growled, “Swallow it or die.”
As he put his prick back into his trousers the blonde lay on the floor retching.
Looking down at her he waved to one of the soldiers.
“You can have that one. I think it probably is a virgin. The rest of you can
have the others. I’m fed up with fucking White women who aren’t very attractive and don’t
put up a fight.”
As he turned to leave the room he swung his arm again and caught Imogen across
the small of her back and the top of one buttock with the riding crop. She let out a
small yelp of pain which she quickly stifled as he strode off with her trailing behind him
like a puppy that has just been smacked.
The soldiers surveyed the women and each of them made his choice. While the
first four rapes were being consummated, the three other women tried to make their escape.
The door was locked.
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