Chapter 8

The sweltering island looked more like an international airport than a private playground on the day of the wedding. Lear jets and helicopters taxied between the military buildings as an array of jewel encrusted dignitaries most fat with the trappings of power were each dutifully fawned over by Mobana's guards and his island madam.

"This way your highness, " the oriental Chui said as she bowed to the King of a close by third world state, "and welcome to President Mobana Island."

Then it was the turn of an African industrialist.

Then an interior minister and his weekend whore.

All of the worst that Africa had to offer were here today.

"Father?" Koko said watching from the cool of the general's office, " I think this is becoming an obsession with you. You have already broken the woman and proved your superiority. Why marry her?"

Koko had always enjoyed the admiring looks from her father's sycophants. But lately she'd noticed it was her Barbie doll captive who caught their eyes more. She rubbed her fathers shoulders trying to get his attention.

"She not that special after all... is she father?"

The general just grunted as he signed papers. Koko gave a huff and put her hands on her fabulous hips. Then she stamped her feet frustrated at his indifference to her wounded pride.

"Be rid of the bitch," she said exasperated." I think..."

The general's patience was as short as ever. He would have a man shot for questioning his orders. But his darling daughter was cut some slack.

"Silence!" He screamed spinning around and slapping her across the face.

"I think... I THINK! Since when do I ask you to think?"

Koko managed to remain standing taking the blow well. Her face was one not of anger but acceptance. She had spoken out of line but it needed to be said. She continued matching his angry stare, the gauntlet clearly thrown down.

"I hear things father. The war, the rebels, I fear you are distracted to the point of recklessness."

Koko's spies in her father's inner circle, many officers she bedded for their loyalty had told her tales. Tales of a man unable to conduct a meeting without the mention of his white bitch, or an update from Chui about her training cutting into an important council of war. They also looked worried whenever she mentioned the rebel losses that her father publicly boasted about. Were there any rebel losses?

The general did not strike her again instead raised his hand slowly as if to calm a tensed animal.

"I have not forgotten my duties." He said fixing her with the strong gaze of a ruler," but this women insulted me in front of my peers." He pointed to yet another West African despot walking from his jet. "They will know today my power and my mettle as a leader. That is all the bitch reporter is to me; another battle honour."

Koko nodded and apologised for lack of faith. As she left the building the mid morning heat of the equator hitting her body she was more convince than ever that he was lying.

In her cell an army of women surrounded Rachael. She sat silently and without resistance as they tended to her make-up, hair and dress. What was the point anymore? She had heard that many people would be here today but reports of her premature demise getting to the worlds press didn't seem to concern anyone. Madam Chui had explained, amused at seeing Rachael eyes light up in thought when she had been told about the audience

"You will find Miss Goodbody that secrets can be kept from the world as long as only the right people know. No one tomorrow will ever mention what they have seen."

Rachael had realised with professional clarity she was right. They'd be rumours maybe even a story in the National enquirer along with all the Elvis sightings, "Missing TV babe becomes African slave queen." But that would be as far as it went. Now sat in her beautiful white dress she looked forlorn at the cheerful women who jabbered and laughed as they painted her nails and brushed her stunning golden locks into an exquisite crown-topping bun.

The captive woman knew that the blackmailing Mobana could get at her sister with astonishing ease and that was a comfort to her. Bizarre as that might sound it meant it soothed the shame of submission. She really did have no choice at all now not even death could give her sanctuary as Mobana's revenge on her sister would be swift and terrible. But so would her own... eventually. One-day years from now when so much had been done to her that few hardly remembered who she was and why she was here she'd already vowed to kill him; and his daughter.

"Its time," Madam Chui said as she entered the cell," stand!"

Madam admired the effort that had been put into her appearance. Rachael was looking breathtaking; with her hair up in the bun her long neck and slight frame seemed to hover in the long silk white gown. The gown was open at the front like an ice waterfall either side of her perfect globe tits, the pink nipples swollen as ever the melons heavy with the lactic potion injected into her for many weeks. The curve of her hips could be seen inside the gown down to her shaven bare slit. The gown framing her torso and then her long beautifully waxed legs the fabric pooling around her white high-heeled sandals.

Taking a harem slave as concubine was unheard of but after this West African voodoo ceremony most people in this backward cult driven society would not question her elevation to the ruling tribe; even if only as the family's pet dog. Madam Chui nodded in begrudging admiration of her poise and demeanour even if the idea seemed ridiculous.

"Good a least you look like you are worthy of the honour."

As Rachael walked out in slow elegant strides the madam followed giving words of warning." Remember where you are and who you have become. Remember the dungeons and the excesses of the little Mobana. But above all remember your sister and what we can do to her." Rachael took a gulp and nodded in obedience. The general had warned her that if he were crossed she would have to watch the image of her sister's inevitable gang rape. She'd have to watch each night as she serviced her master until every scream and gasps was imprinted on her mind.

Madam Chui signalled to her aides as Rachael's hands were tied behind her back in strong silk binds. "Prepare for your entrance."

In the great hall Mobana addressed his audience with a smug syrupy dialect of platitude and eager boasts. He explained the age-old belief of his culture that a great chief on taking the finest of his enemies women as his concubine would never be defeated in mortal combat. Koko listened close by head bowed in reverence and growing understanding.

"So that was it," she realised, "did her father really believe the old religion or was it a sign of desperation against a strengthening rebel foe?" Either way she knew his military commanders did and so did his loyal tribe; his toughest and most ferocious troops. Maybe his motives for this white bitch were sounder than she realised. Her ex friend would become his soldier's greatest battle standard protecting them with the arcane powers of voodoo!

Mobana had continued his speech. "So behold my prisoner bride. A princess of our most hated nemesis; the arrogant western media."

The African drums thundered through the high ceiling hall as two lines of dignitaries parted as she entered. Flanked by two regal presidential bodyguards she looked like a small porcelain figurine in a long flowing white gown her steadying steps showing a glistening thigh and shin, her bosom rampant thrusting out exposed for lustful eyes, her shaven mound slightly hidden by the swirls of fabric.

The crowd look in admiration and there was an audible gasp as quickly many eyes recognised the supposedly dead news hound; risen from the grave and enhanced for pleasure.

As the blonde beauty from the afterlife was slowly pushed down the aisle towards a high alter Rachael could pick out dignitaries of African states. Many she had seen or even interviewed before. None looked away in shame, quite the contrary most wanting to catch her gaze to look lustfully and arrogantly into her piercing blue eyes. Each one was enjoying her embarrassed lip biting face and then looking in a respect and admiration to general Mobana as he glowed in pride.

"Yes this is my finest hour!" The fat dictator thought as his angel floated towards him.

Rachael was flushed in humiliation her silicon DD breasts a visual feast her total debasement evident to all. She'd come across his quasi-voodoo religion before while a guest in this country. It was a cruel and bizarre religion of sacrifice and mother goddess worship. "What insane plans does he had in store for me?" She took nervous high-heeled steps forward as the drums played.

Ahead a witch doctor danced and gibbered in strange tongues; large totem poles with crazy phallic carvings flanking his matrimonial alter. The general was there in his finest uniform looking triumphant, a preening peacock of a leader enjoying his occasion. Behind the witch doctor standing on a plinth was a huge ape of a man, a jet-black Nubian warrior maybe 6 foot 4 bulging muscles; thighs like tree trunks. He was naked apart from a loin cloth his shovel hands massaging together in preparation like he was an Olympic weight lifter about to go for gold. Rachael looked to her right to see Koko bowing in sarcastic courtesy along with the awful psychotic son, little Mobana.

The escorting guards pressed on her shoulder making the stunning bride drop to her knees in front of the crazy holy man, his mask a multicoloured plumed extravaganza.

The drums continued to resonate a deep thunder throughout the hall. And Rachael felt the heat and noise like a soothing hypnotic blanket.

The ceremony was a wailing cacophony of dance and sacrifice. A chicken slaughtered then at its climax Mobana placing a gold collar around her elegant neck. As he did his foul breath spat words of contempt at her. "At last you know your place woman."

The general stood back the crowd applauding the witch doctor prostrate on the ground exhausted by conversing with the nether world.

Koko and Madam Chui took Rachael's bound arms making her climb the few steps to the altar plinth. There the huge Nubian stood his body glistening like a prize racehorse.

"Now in the tradition," Koko said sweetly twisting her around forcing her to knell at the top of the steps, "the bride's first duty is to suckle her new tribe in a sign of benevolence and generosity."

"What," Rachael gasped feeling the Nubian squat behind her his two powerful hands gripping her breast low down near their bases. His body pressed into her back pinning her tied arms his cupped palms holding her tits like a push up bra.

"Don't worry," Koko added as she stepped back and orderly queue of guests already forming, "the powerful beast behind you will do all the milking."

And with that his hands tightened like vices her teats foaming then beginning to spit creamy fluid.

The first two down to her big pink nipples were her bodyguard escort. Both majors in the general's army the bullet headed warriors mouths encircled her teats their hands by their sides the Nubian squeezing her breast the milk spurting onto their tongues as they sucked and licked. The men acted strange more reverent now eyes closed the enjoyment of savouring her breast added to by a halo of religious honour.

With each powerful squeeze she gave a little yelp until after a minute they both bowed and backed away lips dribbling as Rachael gasped see two more eager faces drop before her. "Oh God not everyone! Please!"

As the drums hammered away the line of guests began their visit to the white fountains of Babylon.