Thread: A New Queen for a Chief {darkest_Fate&Jack Stalker}

General Krutanga gave a wide toothy grin as Emma dropped to the dirt beneath their feet. Looking down at her he towered over her even more now, his huge muscular bulk dominating the space in the tent, despite its size. He nodded as she apologised, clearly impressed or pleased with her behaviour. So, you are here to help people? That is good. To give them a better life? That is good also. I am impressed by your willingness and eagerness to give yourself to others, to make their experience here more enjoyable. Very good. he continued to grin. He reached out, stroking the fingers of his left hand through her hair as she knelt in front of him. His fingers slid into her strands and fisted a little, tugging slightly on her hair as he looked at her, pulling her head back to ensure that she was looking up at him as he spoke. His gaze dropped a little, so she could see him looking at her tits as they struggled to stay hidden within her tight bodice, as it bent and deformed at her movements. I've been thinking, if anything were to happen to you, a famous actress, who knows who might come to this place looking to cause problems. That is why, just to reassure you that such a thing will not cause issues for the people you wish to help, I will explain what will happen. I will kill everyone in this village and burn it to the ground. You will be assumed to have died at the hands of Guerilla forces at work in the area. he shook his head, tightening his grip However, that turn of events is not going to happen Miss Watson. You are going to walk out of here with every inch of your precious and perfect young body intact. Your aid worker friends will also be untouched. All that will have happened is you will have given over your supplies to the new head of this village and your aid workers will go on their way, happy to have helped. he told her. He brought his other hand down to stroke the side of her cheek, his thumb easing across her lips as he did so, until his hand slid down to ease around her throat, as he leaned over her. All this will happen, because you are going to do as you are told for your General Krutanga... yes? he asked, And you will not even have to remove your clothing to do so. I have heard all about how you actresses use your flesh to get what you want, to get roles, to get famous... then years afterwards you... what do they call it? You hash tag someone 'me too', claiming that you were tricked or conned or assaulted, when all that happened was you shook your tight little ass or sucked off a director to enhance your career, then had regrets later. You will not have any regrets here Miss Watson, because everything you do will be things you will not regret. he told her reassuringly, Because they will not only save your friends, but yourself. he released her throat, keeping a grip on her hair he moved his hand to his combat pants, unzipping them with the loud tearing ratchet of metal teeth against metal teeth. His cock sprang into view almost immediately, a long obscenely fat member which wavered in the air a few inches from Emma's sweet innocent looking face. The massive monstrosity was over ten inches in length, wide girthed and already sporting a fat glistening helm which had streaked the shaft with pre cum, giving his length a slick shine. The black rod twitched, and as she shifted position it slapped against her cheek, smearing his secretions against her skin for a moment before swinging away from her. I fancy myself as a director of men and women. Just think of this as a scene in a movie Emma, the latest movie of your life. he explained, his grin twisted and almost looking like a wicked evil smirk right now. In this scene, young Emma has been captured by a powerful warlord, a man who brooks no insolence from anyone, neither man or woman. She sees the effect that she has had on him, a precious little white girl is rare in these areas, and the warlord is obviously greatly aroused by her presence, so much so that he can barely restrain himself. he reached down, taking hold of her arm he lifted it up, moving to grip her left wrist he brought her fingers up against his rod, wrapping his own large digits around her hand he proceeded t use hers to stroke his rod, her pale delicate flesh contrasting against his thick black cock as it smeared his fluids from the wide helm, all the way down its monstrous length to his hilt. She quickly understands that in order to g free, all she has to do is take him, all the way down her tight little throat. All she has to do is milk his cock dry with her lips, her throat, her tongue. All she has to do is jerk his huge cock with her tiny hand, until he washes out her gullet with his hot cum,. That is all she has to do, fuck him with her hand and her mouth until he bathes her face and clothes in his seed. You can do that can't you Emma?? he asked earnestly, calm and casual with his words. I expect you must have done as much at some Hollywood party, before you became infected with that western disease... what do you call it? Feminazi? Feminism? he laughed The guards in the room chuckling as they stood back, watching events unfold. You will even have an audience. he commented idly. what more can an actress of your stature expect. He leaned in closer, bending over to whisper into her ear. Do not worry, these men will not touch you as long as General Krutanga, their lord and Shaman is here to protect you. he hissed, licking her earlobe, squeezing it between his lips and letting his teeth tug gently at it before allowing it to slip free. You will suck me with your mouth. I will fuck your face with my cock. Then you will go free. he continued to whisper. We both know ho happy your aid workers will be that you have made a new friend with the new ruler f this place, and you will have lived out one of your wicked sick little fantasies, won't you Miss Watson? We all know the truth you know, every black man who walks past a white woman in the street knows that they secretly want the black cock. We know that your white men are weak, small docks, no stamina, unable to fuck you longer than a few minutes before coming hard and going to sleep, their tiny cocks wilting inside your hot tight little cunts. We all know how you dream about black cock, how you crave it, need it, desire it. Well, now you get to have one, and no one will veer now what happened here, except you, Miss Watson. he pulled up and away, back to standing before her. He turned t a slider, a large man who was still dwarfed by his general, The sunglasses wearing gold toothed individual looking quizzically at Krutanga. Clap your hands and say 'take one'... Action. he told him. He then turned back to Emma. Talking to her had had an effect on his cock already, with it jutting upwards near vertically now. A bead of pre cum had developed far enough to break and spread, sliding down his shaft to slick it even further with the evidence of his arousal. He nodded to his soldier. Clap Take one, Action! the man said with a thick accent, smiling as he chewed on a toothpick. Fuck me with your hands and mouth you little white bitch. said Krutanga with a grin, staring down at her, releasing her hair and hand and standing with his hands on his hips now.