Chapter 25: The Invitation

Eveline’s interview with Giselle would change the direction of her life, but in a way no one could have imagined.

The Information Ministry of the West African Confederation recorded her interview, of course, and an intelligence officer studied the recording to make sure she had not said anything that embassy would have to “clarify”. There was nothing derogatory. In fact, this particular girl was very impressive. The recording moved up the chain of command until it reached the Presidential Palace. Comandante Foxtrot watched the auction presenter and enjoyed the interview. He liked the young American, as much as he was capable of liking anyone.

Comandante Foxtrot was a vicious megalomaniac with grandiose imperial ambitions, but he was also a smart megalomaniac who often made calculated long-term investments that wouldn’t benefit him until several years later. Eveline Rogers was destined to become one of those long-term investments. The Supreme Leader decided to select her for a “mutually beneficial career path”.

Eveline’s boss Nancy Lombardi and her guardian Jamie Strickland received a visit from a messenger of the West African Confederation. The messenger was a naked collared servant traveling in a limo with an armed escort. The messenger first went to Nancy’s penthouse. Then, with Nancy accompanying her, she went to Coach Strickland’s house. She placed an envelope on a silver platter and knelt before offering it to the coach. (The platter really was made from solid silver. In the West African Confederation, having something important handed to you on a silver platter was not just a figure of speech.)

Nancy and Coach Strickland were cordially invited to accompany the servant and her guard to the local airport. They would board a luxury high-speed corporate jet for a direct transatlantic flight to Comandante Foxtrot’s main presidential palace. The teacher and the auctioneer both knew better than to turn down the “cordial invitation”. There would be a second invitation that would be considerably less cordial if they were foolish enough to refuse the first one.

Besides being naked and collared, there was an additional detail about the servant that was very unsettling. She was not African. She was obviously originally from the US, judging by her North American accent and mannerisms. Not only was she from the US, but she spoke with a college-level vocabulary.

As they sped across the Atlantic, the two women were terrified. They barely knew each other and had no idea why they were being transported to Africa together. Their trip was obviously secret. No one knew where they were. They fully understood that they had completely lost control over their fates. However, at least they were traveling under nice conditions and had a selection of fine food offered to them during the flight. They weren’t being treated as prisoners, at least not yet.

When their jet landed at the military base just outside the Confederation’s capitol, the servant escorting the two Americans told them they’d have to get undressed and leave their clothes on the plane. That meant everything, including jewelry. Coach Strickland hesitated, but Nancy admonished her:

“We have to do it. We gotta strip down. Women aren’t allowed to wear clothes on any of Comandante Foxtrot’s estates. He says it’s a nationalist thing, a rejection of Western values, and the guards take it seriously.”

“It’s like this everywhere in the WAC?”

“Not yet, but that’s coming, most likely. Probably after their next “election”. Right now it’s just on presidential grounds, military bases, and government compounds. But he’s very strict about it. Women can’t have anything on their bodies if they’re anywhere on presidential or government property.”

After the guests reluctantly parted with their clothes and exited the plane, they were met by a four-member escort of Comandante Foxtrot’s naked elite female presidential guards. Their bodies were completely shaved and they all wore the same short hair-style. Their flawless oiled dark skin shined in the blazing African sun.

In spite of the fact they weren’t wearing a stitch of clothing, the guards’ appearance did nothing to reassure the visitors from the US. They were four of the largest women either of the Americans had ever seen. They were not just tall, they were big and strong; real-life Amazons. Both Nancy and Strickland worked out and were physically fit, but their strength was nothing in comparison with the four guards. Coach Strickland estimated they could easily bench 300 pounds.

The strange futuristic weapons the guards were carrying were just as intimidating as the women themselves. Coach Strickland had never seen such weapons and didn’t understand their significance. Nancy, who as a high-end auctioneer had some knowledge about the international arms market, knew what they were, but had not yet seen one in real-life. She had thought they were still only prototypes that Mega-Town Associates had in development. Apparently not. Here were four of those weapons, fully operational, right in front of her.

The weapons were the latest generation of advanced multi-shot laser launchers which had just recently been developed by Mega-Town, supposedly for the US military. The launchers were the stuff of science fiction, a hand-held multipurpose blaster that could shoot down an airplane, demolish a tank, blast a hole through the hull of a warship, or emit a shock wave that would shatter the arteries of an entire company of enemy soldiers. Or ... the laser launchers could be adjusted for more delicate tasks, such as paralyzing captives or torturing prisoners. Amazing what wonderful things humans can invent, now isn’t it?

Before the auctioneer and high school coach could meet with Comandante Foxtrot, they had to be cleaned up and shaved. For Nancy that wasn’t a problem: she had removed her hair by laser surgery earlier in the year. All she had to do was bathe. One of the guards held onto her shoulders to prevent her from moving while she waited for her companion.

Coach Strickland did have a mat of offensive hair that had to be shaved off before she was taken before the Supreme Ruler. The guards produced a large straight-edge razor and ordered her to lie down on a stone bench in the bathing chamber. She spread her legs while one of the guards immobilized her hands.

The most voluptuous of the guards shaved her. The woman was stunning, with large breasts, wide hips, and a nice big bottom. Strickland was attracted to her immediately. And here this incredible beauty was touching her guest’s most secret areas with shaving cream and gentle touches of her fingertips.

The guard could see that the American was turned on and she took full advantage. She gently touched Coach Strickland’s vulva and teased her clit. With her hands held tight, the American was totally helpless. The guard finished shaving. Now that her view of Strickland’s vulva was clear, she could see that her subject was totally wet. She couldn’t resist. In full view of Nancy and several of her co-workers, the guard brought Strickland to orgasm.

Nancy was frightened by what she was seeing. She was not surprised at being forced to go before Comandante Foxtrot in the nude, but the bath chamber situation was not expected. She had not anticipated the guards to take liberties with her and her companion.

And ... it was very unsettling to see Coach Strickland so helpless and so out-of-control, having one of the best orgasms of her life against her will.

Part of the purpose of bathing guests before taking them before the Supreme Commander was to assess what sexual vulnerabilities they might have. From the beginning it was obvious Nancy did not have any. She was completely straight and was dating one of the executives from her company. Actually, Nancy was largely indifferent about sex. Like everything else in her life, sex was more a business transaction than anything else.

Coach Strickland was totally different. She was a sensuous woman who throughout her life always enjoyed sexual encounters, with both men and women. Unfortunately for her, life was changing. She was about to go through menopause, which reminded her that her time in the realm of the living was rushing by, and that her youth was now past her. Her self-confidence was shaken and she was particularly vulnerable to sexual advances and flattery.

Coach Strickland had a very strange psychological experience in the bath chamber. As much as she thought about it afterwards, she was never able to make sense out of what happened. As strong a person as she might have been in the US, among those big female guards she felt very submissive, especially towards the woman who shaved her and gave her that awesome orgasm. She had developed a romantic crush towards the guard that was just as strong and irrational as the crushes she had in middle school. The woman was half Coach Strickland’s age, but she wanted that young African to take control of her, to seduce her, to totally dominate her.