Chapter 7

Madam Amira was nervous, as well she should be, on entering the palatial residence of Madam Fatima, who was known as a ruthless black widow. The curtly smiling Qadira following behind with her scimitar in hand, did little to quell those uneasy thoughts - especially as her own conscience reminded her that she was part of one of the many conspiracies unhappy with the tyrannical woman’s rule. Despite this, her mature cunt was hot to know the servile attentions of Fatima’s new prize ... and to see Fatima fucked by slaves gave her an impertinent little pleasure, all of its own.

Doleman was taken aback as within the residence, scantily clad maids scurried to open doors for their Mistress. their eyes peeping from below silken niqabs - a small token of modesty which hid their mouths and noses, as they wore just black bras and thin black lacey leggings, barefooted, and abundant flesh on show - those eyes betraying grins from below their scant veils, excited on seeing the white male in servitude, and two fine specimens of African origin, their formidable manhoods poking with their own excitement. It was obvious to him that a different etiquette existed within her household which belied her cloaked existence beyond it ... and that hedonistic and deeply sexually sadistic was confirmed as they entered a gloriously appointed room with high vaulted ceilings, a huge bed set centrally, more niqab faced maids, naked but for those veils, sat in chairs around the perimeter. Fatima clapped her hands and pointed to Amira, those maids descending upon her immediately, and showing gleeful pleasure as the mature women was striped naked, her struggles futile, her sagging breasts showing nipples rock hard with curious sexual excitement as she was swiftly bound and laid to the floor. Fatima clapped her hands and pointed to large double doors which were some ten feet high, which were swing open by the maids ... Amira’s cunt swelled with a strangely sexual resignation, on seeing two associates of hers, hanging naked and noosed, the gleeful maids twirling the spent bodies, to show their cunts and anuses plugged with cruelly large devices; they’d known pleasure in death. Fatima’s body language illustrated her satisfaction.

“Did you seriously think I was unaware of your plot against me, you poor woman? ... nothing escapes my agents and spies...” Coleman gasped, his cock already standing high and rigid in submissive awe at the deliciously sadistic situation he was now witnessing, when Fatima then untied her black robes, and let them drop to expose her exquisitely shaped female form, her deeply tanned flesh boasting it’s globular breasts, the nipples standing hard with victorious sexual excitement, her broad hips and softly browned thighs and rounded buttocks, shimmering as she posed for three cocks which saluted her magnificence in eager rigidity. She put her hands to her neck, and began to lift her burka.

“You’ll see just who your adversary is, for the one and only time, and you’ll see me enjoy your slaves ... before all three of you are neutralised like your informative friends hanging there!” Amira squirmed on the tiled floor as Fatima lifted her burka, whilst the captive woman was gagged by a delighted maid, her eyes filled with a strange awe as she saw the face of the woman who was to put her to death, the rest of the maids applauding her exposure, sweetly satisfied in knowing that Fatima’s reveal, was only for select eyes, and three people were to award them gratifying entertainment with their deaths on witnessing her. She sneered at the now bound, gagged, and squirming woman, then turned her sleek neck and gave the awestruck Doleman a curt smile as she allowed him to see a face he’d see in private very often.

His balls tingled lustily as he took in the mesmerising vision of femininity that was Madam Fatima, her deep brown eyes surveying her prize from a very attractive face with sharp features. She had been an attractive enough proposition for a submissive male when cloaked, but standing there naked, expressing the delectable curves of her full figure unashamedly, she was a picture of pure feminine arrogance ... and her promise of death made to the squirming Amira, had his cock standing rigid in a submissive aura. She turned to the Amazonian belly dancer who stood with her foot on the squirming Amira, and then looking down to the African slaves sporting their ample erections, pointed to the bed.

“One of them, on his back!” Qadira had seen her Mistress enjoy two males before, and smiling wickedly, had the first lay on the bed, his huge pole standing high and stiffly erect as his hooded eyes took in the graceful shape of Fatima, not quite believing he was to know the pleasure of her cunt ... though seeing the predicament of his Mistress, feared it may be his final ecstasy. Doleman watched with equal disbelief as the woman whose features had been totally obscured, now straddled the flesh of her shapely thighs and deliciously rounded buttocks across the darker flesh of the African, her seductively tanned skin contrasting with it ... Doleman longing to masturbate at seeing her lushly wet cunt exposed, her inviting anus dilating and clenching, almost winking at the other African, in lieu of the pleasure to come. Fatima’s delicate hand slipped under her body, and grasping the formidable cock, slipped it up to the cleft of her cunt.

“Let’s see how this feels, shall we Amira? ... fancy keeping these two to yourself...” Doleman’s own cock pulsed and dribbled pre-cum as Fatima’s gasp of pleasure greeted the slipping of the huge purple head of the first cock into the warmth of her cunt, her exclaimed pleasure greeted with warm applause by her maids, each one then offering sighs of their own as they fingered their cunts at the sight, Fatima increasing their urgency to know their own pleasure as she gave further notice of her pleasure, the African obligingly sliding the thick girth of his shaft, deep into the welcoming silky heat of her cunt.

“0hhh! ... yes! ... yes!...” She managed to wave a hand at Qadira, who had the second African mount the bed with a swift slap of the flat side of her scimitar to his buttocks, the belly dancer eager to rub her own cunt at the performance.

“Get up there and get your cock in that free hole! ... Now!”. The flat side of the scimitar was totally unnecessary as the African’s huge erection boned rigid at the sight of the delicious curves of her buttocks, riding high with anus exposed, impaled by the cunt on the already pleasured cock of his colleague. Doleman watched as Qadira now tested her foot upon Amira’s back, legs slightly open as she nursed her cunt too, the maids giving a soft warble of delight, some already moaning near first orgasm, as the slave straddled the already engaged bodies, and with scrotum hanging low, pressed the generous bell of his cock to Fatima’s winking brown pucker ... and with a grunt of his own, accompanied by Fatima’s cry of lusty pleasure, eased his boning cock into the tight heat of her anus.

Her new white slave looked on, under the occasional glances of contempt and pleasure offered him by the maids, their smiles telling him there’d be a price to pay for witnessing such a debacle, as he watched that huge cock eased in, Fatima’s cries of intense pleasure, edged with a feminine vulnerability at knowing the only surrender to masculinity she’d ever tolerate, a surrender which would be avenged in full; her excited audience patently aware of it, their warblings - and their orgasms - illustrating they’d know darker pleasures than seeing their Mistress succumb to the erotic ecstasy of being fucked in both holes.

Fatima’s intense pleasure was more than apparent as the two Africans thrust their huge members back and forth, their pleasure also intense as they longed to here her cry of acute ecstasy, giving them the signal to make the delivery their burgeoning sacks longed to dispatch. Doleman watched as the two cocks slipped in and out rhythmically, both achieving erotic pleasure from each others cocks, as occasionally they met with the lush pressure of each meeting, squeezing ther mount’s cunt and anus tightly together ... such an occasion ensuring the coup-de-grace for Fatima.

Doleman watched as she let out almost a scream of intense pleasure, her graceful legs pointing rigid as she took maximum delight from both cocks, her cunt juiced to perfection as she began a magnificent orgasm, her clitoris sandwiched by the pressure of two bodies, and delivering the utmost ecstasy for her as she was regally fucked. The sound signalled the relief that both males had longed for, their thrusting impatient now as the warbling of the maids reached a pitch with egged them on ... And Doleman watched on, struck by a submissive impotence, a dark pleasure he’d not felt before, which grasped him and had his balls tingling with a masochistic pleasure, as he heard the earnest grunts of the two Africans in blissful unison, as they knew the pure ecstasy of making their liquid deliveries.

Qadira grinned with spiteful pleasure at Doleman’s thrusting of his cock at the air, as he watched the dark brown shafts of the two cocks glisten with white as their aching sacks gratefully delivered a worthy load of hot semen, Fatima’s ecstatic cries intensifying on feeling the surges of cum to cunt and anus, her ecstasy, and that of the maids and Qadira, blossoming with the confirmation that the two males had earned a sweet justice they had not fully envisaged ... but their minds had been cautioned of. As the sack of the anal fucking African swung and slapped at the soft taint between Fatima’s penetrated cunt below it, the guttural grunting of both males was now drowned out by an incessant warbling, as was Fatima’s moaning in lusty pleasure.