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

Warlord chief and Voodoo shaman Tyrese Krutanga had known that as soon as the aid workers arrived there would be trouble. Aid, water, food, medicine, these were things which he used to control and direct his people, along with the ceremonies and 'magic' they had become accustomed and subservient to. Whites coming into his lands, encroaching on his borders and giving out resources which cost money and blood could not be tolerated. Usually he would isolate and kill the foolish foreigners in the villages they sought to help, their supplies given to his men and chosen associates. The workers were only occasionally enslaved, as a lesson to others who were stupid enough to think their 'help' was needed here. Time was going to be different, he had been shown a picture of the workers by one of his loyal people, and immediately he had grown hard at the thought of what one particular 'aid worker' would feel like writhing on his cock. Her name was Emma Watson, apparently she was a British actress who was slumming it in his part of the world. She was with the group who were giving out supplies at a nearby village, supplies which he would soon claim and distribute as he saw fit. Once that was settled, her flesh would belong to him, a fine prize for his efforts as women with her looks were rare, prized, sought after and craved. Having her on his arm would be another symbol of his power. The fact that she was some half famous actress meant nothing, as far as he was concerned. By the time anyone penetrated deep enough into his lands to look for her, she would be a slave to his black cock anyway, less a woman to be rescued than one to be envied or pitied by her fellow females. Taking possession of the village chiefs tent, which was nothing compared to one of his own homes, he made ready to greet the girl. His forces had arrived earlier in several trucks and an armoured car and it had been easy enough to take control from the foolish 'security' who had been there. He had no idea why a woman like Emma was really here in his country, out in the 'middle of nowhere'. Did she want to be ravaged? Perhaps white women needed to be brutally fucked and used by a black man in order to feel complete? Perhaps their white men, with their small cocks and civilised ways, could no longer satisfy them? Thus they simply placed themselves in harms way and waited for powerful men, such as himself, to seek them out and lay claim them. He was convinced of this as he waited in the large tent, which was more of a marquee, filled with several bunks and tables scattered about behind its canvas walls, along with personal effects, supplies and belongings. Two guards grabbed Emma by the arms, as she approached the entry flap, dragging her in and pushing her before him. He placed his assault rifle down on a flimsy looking wooden table and turned to address her, taking a puff from the large cigar he was smoking. He paused before speaking, looking her over, admiring her exposed legs, the whiteness of her thighs as her tiny shorts left them exposed to his lust fuelled gaze, not to mention the swell of her tits squeezed into some bodice torn from history. The lure of her red lips, pale skin and tight young body was overwhelming this close up... and he knew that she would be pouring sweat, girlish cum and tears into him before the day was through. His gaze raped her from head to toe and back again, before settling on her eyes. Next to his powerful form she was tiny, her fragile looking frame would be easily dominated and dwarfed by his own. His hard abs and musculature virtually cast him as an ebony god in her presence. Removing his sunglasses he slipped them into the top pocket of his khaki uniform, plastered with self awarded medals and badges of honour, and moved to sit down on a chair facing her. Miss Emma Watson isn't it? Do you know who I am? I am General Tyrese Krutanga, Warlord of this region and Head Shaman of my people. he told her in perfect English, a smirk on his lips. Everything about her drove him wild with lust, her delicate fragile body, her flushed appearance from the heat, the way she smelt, the way she moved, the way she conformed to every twisted fantasy he had ever had about a white women. As he waited for a response he continued to openly and unashamedly feast his eyes on her appearance. Give an order to load up the supplies. Put the workers in the trucks we commandeered, then stand by. he called over his shoulder to some men. A soldier poked his head through the flap of the large tent, nodding and confirming the orders in some African dialect, before stepping inside and leaning against a post. Tyrese looked back at Emma, resting his elbows on the table behind him, his legs wide and his grin arrogant and confident as he watched her. You have come here uninvited, Miss Watson. Your supplies have been confiscated and your people are about to be punished. I can simply warn them about their crimes of helping whites, or I can execute them for being insurgents. You have enough things here to supply a small guerilla force, after all. he told her with a grin. However, a woman like you, with a body like yours, you can do much to temper my anger at this 'invasion' into my land. he nodded. I am going to give you some instructions. Every time you fail to follow one, I will signal my soldiers to have one of your aid workers dealt with. he let the words sink in. He stretched a little, a cocky look on his face. He could feel his cock stretching out down his thigh and he knew that the thick fat girth would be almost impossible to overlook. Now, Miss Watson, tell me, why are you here in my country, flaunting your white flesh, displaying your perfect skin, moving about my villages as though you own them? Why should I give you back your supplies and let you and your aid wokers go? Convince me. Tell me why I should release you... but do it on your knees. As he spoke another soldier entered through a canvas flap, handing him a pile of passports which had been collected. He chose one at random. Serena Ramirez, age twenty one, Aid worker. This girl wants you to do as you are told... because if you do not she will be raped, shot in the head and then left for the jungle beasts to devour. The colour of her skin doesn't get her the privileges that yours does. However, just so that we are completely clear about things, your answers and obedience will only serve to save your aid workers... I'm sure that you know what I'm gong to do to you if you disobey me. If you are honest with yourself you will know it's what you want anyway. Think of this as your greatest role yet. he smiled, a white gleaming wall of perfect teeth flashing before her.