Michelle's life was in turmoil and she prayed that her husband was okay. Sarge's henchmen had taken Rodney to a hotel and he was ordered to remain there until Sarge sent for him. When the airport Security Officer gave orders about her, it sent shivers of fear down Michelle's spine. "Emu! Take our beautiful guest to my compound. My wife is expecting a guest... she will take good care of her," the security commander had said over the building's intercom.

 

Michelle couldn't believe her husband would tolerate being separated from her, but then she realized Rodney really didn't have any choice. Smuggling drugs was a serious crime in the African country and Rodney didn't want to spend time in jail after being setup. Someone obviously put bags of illegal drugs in his briefcase, but how would he ever prove it?

 

Emu was ecstatic that the gorgeous, white woman was staying. "I take you to Sarge's home. You stay there... until you go free. Sarge come soon... then we go his house. Mosi take husband to hotel... he stay there," the guard informed Michelle, as they prepared to leave the airport interrogation room.

 

Sarge purposely left the intercom switch in the 'ON' position merely to taunt his beautiful hostage. "Rodney... I send car for you tomorrow night. You come my home for dinner... a dinner party I am throwing for my superior," he said, making sure his voice was loud and clear. "Your charming wife will stay in my mansion... for the next while. Until all the election details are finished... and our junta is duly elected by the people."

 

Michelle could hear Sarge laughing at his redundant humor, but she found nothing funny about his bold statements. The ruling junta was basically the only political party running in the election and it was almost a foregone conclusion that they would win.

 

Just before the big guard took her arm in an effort to get Michelle out of the offices and into the limo, she heard Sarge's gruff voice again. "Your gorgeous wife needs holiday... I plan to see that she gets it. Yes... she gets it good. I want my black cock in her belly so that she has my baby!"

 

Michelle heard her husband make some feeble excuses that she could not stay in the country. Suddenly Sarge's revelations stunned her. "I have recorded everything... everything your wife did. The international committee would not think kindly of your wife taking advantage of our hospitality," he said. "I never met white woman who fuck like that. Your wife... she squirms on big black cocks, no? She make good Blackman slave."

 

Her whole body quivered at the disgusting man's revelations. "We not hurt her... just use her. Slave likes big, black cock," Sarge said knowing Michelle could overhear. "Sarge can hardly wait for her belly to swell; Sarge love getting white woman pregnant!"

 

Michelle didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the outlandish allegations. "After all, Rodney... you are a trusted government representative... wife took advantage of our trust." Sarge made it sound like everything was her fault and that Michelle had instigated the sexual affair. "I have evidence of your wife seducing my guards... also evidence of you... when you smuggle drugs into my country."

 

She was totally distraught, but there didn't seem to be any way out of the disparaging situation. Michelle thought back to their arrival in the airport where Sarge was the chief security officer. That seemed like eons ago and so much had happened since then.

 

From the moment she and Rodney stepped off the airplane, they had a target on their backs. Sarge managed to use a devious scheme to gain full control over the couple. He secretly recorded everything that happened during the long, painful interrogations and then used the trumped-up incriminating evidence to blackmail the couple.

 

Rodney's long, spotless career would be finished if his government found out about Sarge's allegations that he tried to smuggle drugs into the country. Of course the aggregations were groundless, but they still cast suspicion on Rodney's unblemished record. Everything seemed to snowball once Michelle was taken into Sarge's interrogation room and his innocent wife was under Sarge's complete control before Rodney could put a stop to it.

 

Suddenly Rodney found himself led outside by Mosi to a waiting limo and his wife wound up in the backseat of another limousine with Sarge sitting beside her. Michelle now realized the African trip with her husband had been a dire mistake; yet it was much too late to go back in time.

 

Rodney was distraught with the numerous possibilities of what Michelle might be forced to endure during the next 24 hours. He was told there would be a dinner party at Sarge's house tomorrow evening and that a limo would drive him to the house. This meant he wouldn't see or be able to protect Michelle for at least an entire day and it would be utter misery suffering through that many hours without knowing what was happening to his wife.

 

With Sarge in control over Michelle's destiny, Rodney contemplated the possibility of her fidelity over the weekend. The ride to hotel was agonizing, as he was dejected and worried by the overly vivid visualization of his wife being manhandled by the domineering African soldier.

 

Most troubling to Rodney were the dramatic images of Michelle's body thrusting wildly during the forced intercourse with Sarge and his loyal guards. When he was forced to watch the sordid affair through the two-way mirror, it appeared that his wife was a willing participant and Rodney didn't know what to think.

 

He rode the short distance to the hotel in silence. When Mosi dropped him off, it didn't take Rodney long to get settled into the plush yet restrictive surroundings. The trip so far had taken an eternity and it took measly minutes to fall asleep, even knowing he couldn't protect his darling wife.