Chapter 1

Pamela splashed and laughed in the crystal blue waters of the pool with her new friend Nasear. The hot African sun beat down. Its heat shimmered above the surface. The cool waters were refreshing, but provided little protection to Pamela's perfect white skin.

At sixteen years of age Pamela radiated health. She had lived all her life in New York, and to be swimming in the luxuriance of a tropical African garden seemed to her to be a miracle. Nasear, her new friend dived and swooped around the pool like a seal. Her lithe brown body rippled and shone as she raced around the pool.

"Pamela, come and get oiled. You'll burn without protection! Come up here and I'll rub you down." Pamela looked up. It was Joanne, The Minister's Personal Assistant. Regretfully but obediently Pamela left the coolness of the pool, and entered the heat of the day. Water ran in rivulets and drops down her shapely teenage body. Her womanhood had blossomed in the last few years. Her young breasts had blossomed from large apple sized mounds. To a full and thrusting youthful perfection.

Through her bikini top, her water stiffened nipples perked upwards through the thin material. Her slim waist, with slightly rounded stomach, hid a tight round derriere that had turned many a head despite her youthful age. Her legs had lost their coltishness. Full soft upper thighs collected and funnelled the water down her legs.

She flopped on to the diving board, where Joanne had laid a long woolly towel along its length. Reaching above her to grab the board, she stretched from top to toe.

"Hurry up, then I you must, I can't bear being in the hot sun!" Joanne grinned. Her hands held a bottle of a cream prepared by a local aromatherapist. The powerful aromas triggered a deep satisfaction within Pamela.

This was terrific.

Her father Jack Fleming was an accountant working for the World Bank. He was currently on secondment to the Zimbabwe National Bank. Only two months ago they had lived in an apartment in a typical New York brownstone.

Then at a reception at the IMF bank. Her father had met The Minister.

Now she bathed in the sun, and was pampered and spoilt like one of the idle rich.

'Here goes!' Pamela flinched as the cold cream splashed on to her back. She preened as Joanna's supple hands stroked and smoothed, probed muscles.

Pamela's skin tingled.

As she rested her head on her hands she noticed the gardener working away on the nearby shrubbery. She shivered as she realised he was slyly peaking at the girls at play. She couldn't get used to the way the locals here ogled her body.

They quite open about it and were very forward!

Always finding an excuse to touch, to chatter with laughing appraising eyes. Such rude and naughty things they said, but always with those humorous laughing eyes that sparkled so!

Her boyfriends in America would never have dared to be so bold! These Africans didn't seem to care when Daddy was present. Pamela sometimes felt embarrassed for him. Mind you he did not always seem to notice the attention Pamela received.

Her mother, Karen, was still a stunner. At 32, she had a voluptuous 36-28-36 figure, with full proud breasts, a trim flat tummy and a firm prominent behind tapering into silky smooth fleshy thighs. Daddy was all over her when they went out, to keep the locals at bay.

African seemed to have a very aggressive, very sexual nature.

Pamela was shocked at some the scenes by the roadside driving home at night. It looked as though every other gardener, or domestic, was openly making love outside the walls of their employers homes! Even girls still in their school uniform were at it! Her thoughts wandered...

Pamela was tingling from the massage of the aromatherapy cream. She had been surprised such creams could be used as protection from the sun. Now she luxuriated in the scents, the soothing massage, relaxing in the hot sun.

To be honest it made her feel a little sexy knowing the gardener was ogling her through the bushes.

Nasear rose from the pool like some a mermaid rising out of the sea. Pamela eyes watched as drops of water glistened and shone in the sun as they fell from her body. She was envious Nasear's natural supple grace. Despite being the same age, her African beauty was like an untamed wild creature.

Pamela grinned.

The gardener clearly could not decide who to ogle, his eyes flashing between the sweet beautiful bodies decorating his garden today.

Fresh flowers of female humanity, his thick hard black cock twitched.

Nasear strolled with natural elegance along the poolside to join Joanne in smoothing the cream into Pamela's soft white skin. Her eyes met those of Joanne and they smiled knowingly. The Minister would certainly enjoy training Pamela to his particular and demanding needs.

The gardener tripped over his rake lying among the leaves in the bushes, and hurtled out of the bushes in a flurry of arms and legs. Joanna's laughter peeled across the garden.

"Come here Timothy! Stop messing about."

The gardener looked nervous. Joanne was a terror with her whip, a regular little dominatrix, careless as to who felt the lash of her whip quick to rise in passion. Unfortunately for Timothy she was currently The Minister's favourite and could do no wrong.

Today however, she seemed at ease. She was more like the pretty Rhodesian Miss that decorated so many gardens, and colonial tea rooms. She signalled to him, and her eyes flashed. Timothy edged forward.

All the girl's eyes were fixed on his loins. Suddenly, he realised, that his large member was still flopping free from his trousers. Afraid of being seen by the guards he fumbled to push it back inside his overalls. Sometimes, though not often, he wished it was not quite so big.

'Timothy!'

Joanne's strident voice whipped across the lawn, Timothy froze. His eyes raked the house. If any of the guards came to investigate her shout he was done for.

The Minister was merciless with those who interfered with his playthings, as he liked to call the white women and girls, broken in to serve his own particular jaded tastes.

Pamela looked up at Joanne who grinned back at her.

She looked again at the gardener, and her eyes dropped to his crotch. His large bulge cock had bobbed erect despite himself. Now it was Pamela's turn to ogle.

"Do you want to have some real fun?" Her eyes sparkled. Pamela looked nervous. Joanne grinned.

"Don't be such a scaredy cat, Pamela." She teased.

Unsure what Joanne intended, but confident that Joanne was so obviously in charge. Pamela waited for whatever was going to happen next. Her eyes strayed back to that bobbing black hardness. She had never allowed the boys back home to take it out. Though she had certainly felt enough of them pressed against her.

Now she was seeing one for the first time.

Nasear leaned forward and whispered in Pamela's ear.

"Do you like what you see?" Pamela flushed.

Joanne strolled across the lawn. Her shapely, indeed almost womanly, seventeen year old body, swayed lithely. Sexily. She grinned at Timothy.

"What have you got there for me Timothy? Is it for us?" Her mischievous grin and flashing eyes, just made Timothy's nervousness increase. His eyes dropped to Joanne's full thrusting creamy white breasts scarcely covered by the thin material of her bikini.

His cock jerked another inch upwards.

Nasear whispered in Pamela's ears.

"If you think that looks big, wait till you see The Minister's".

Pamela's looked quickly at Nasear, seeing an amused lasciviousness in her eyes that she had not seen before. What did she mean? Pamela had no intention of seeing The Minister's cock. She could not imagine that authoritarian figure in the same ridiculous nervous state as the gardener.

Joanne had reached the gardener. She stood hands on hips, looking down at the jerking and bobbing black member, before looking into his nervous eyes. Timothy was in a quandary. His eyes raked the gorgeous shapely white body of this Rhodesian teenager. His lust was evident and aroused, but fear of The Minister kept him in control of himself.

Her soft cool hand enclosed his black staff.

Joanne leaned forward.

"Do exactly as I tell you and we will have some fun, and I won't tell The Minister". She looked him in the eye, waiting for his response. He nodded nervously, and was rewarded with a slow caress of his manhood. Joanne turned.

"Look what we have hear girls! A new toy to play with!" She laughed at Pamela's astonished gaze. She strode back to the pool. Leading Timothy by one firm hand attached to his member.

Pamela's eyes were fixed on that white hand clasping the long black flesh within. She shivered. A tingle sprang up in her loins. She shifted her hips nervously in unconscious arousal.

The Minister was grinning like a Cheshire cat. His plans were all falling into place, now it was time to transform his plans into action. His heavy cock stirred in his pants.

He had met the so delicious Pamela only once. When the Fleming family had arrived in Harare some three weeks ago he had sent his car to the airport to greet them. Prior to that he had seen only her photograph.

His country always needed expat staff to provide the expert technical and professional expertise not yet available from his own countrymen. He strongly resented employing these expats, but was realistic enough to recognise if he relied only on his countrymen, then even the existing level of corruption and bribery would seem trifling!

It was essential that corruption by lesser employees was stamped on at every turn. Such corruption would lower his own ability to continue making a fortune from the opportunities that arose!

Still there was nothing to prevent The Minister and his friends in similar circumstances from exploiting these expats in turn. When he had met Jack Fleming, and his sweet and sexy wife Karen, at a reception at the IMF offices in New York, he had known immediately that he wanted that sweet young wife in his own bed.

Nevertheless he maintained perfect poise, while praising his own country and the wonderful lifestyle, scenery, and wildlife. Jack and Karen having lived all their lives in New York were enthralled.

When he had responded to their obvious interest by offering Jack a job, they had been delighted.

"But what about our daughter Pamela? We would be able to bring her, she's sixteen now. Are there any good schools?" The Minister's interest surged. A sixteen year old daughter to this sweet and sexy wife! She must be lovely?

"But surely you are too young to have a daughter of such an age?" Karen's golden tan could not hide her blushing at the compliment from this strangely authoritative and interesting man. The Minister's eyes playfully danced over her figure.

Karen was 32 years old, dark blond, 5'3"/126lbs with a voluptuous 36C-28-36 figure, with her full breasts, a trim flat tummy and a firm prominent behind tapering into silky smooth fleshy thighs. Her complexion was a golden tan obtained from a sauna bed rather than real sunlight.

She imagined herself reclining by a swimming pool, in a fragrance filled garden. An African servant to look after the house, and another to look after the garden. Leaving Karen in a little piece of heaven.

Jack was also excited. He so wanted to be involved in International Banking, a term overseas working for the Zimbabwe National Bank was just what he needed to improve his CV. He would have a much better chance of promotion in New York. If this man could get them such a job, then Jack would do anything he could to encourage and satisfy him that Jack was his man!

Little did he realise the full price he would pay.

"Karen do you have a picture of Pamela?"

Jack beamed as Karen looked in her bag for a photograph. Pamela was a little tomboy at times, but pretty as a picture. She could charm anyone with her pixy like features, her blue eyes, and cheerful buoyant disposition. Karen fetched out her latest picture of Pamela. Pausing in sudden embarrassment she paused.

"Go on Karen, what's the matter?"

Karen fluttered. It was the picture taken just last week at the Sports Day. Pamela had been wearing a tank top. It left her midriff bare, and she was wearing running shorts. Her burgeoning adolescent and nubile body was rather exposed to show a stranger...

Jack was controlling a frown. She could see it hidden in his eyes. Quickly she passed the photo to The Minister, watching his reaction like a hawk protecting her chicks.

With that typical African indolence his expression remained unchanged. Karen relaxed.

No need to worry, she thought. He is after all a much older man.

Inside The Minister was ecstatic.

Pamela's tank top did little to hide the thrusting developing mounds that had sprouted like apples from her slim frame. The smooth expanse of bare midriff and coltish nicely turned legs sent a surge of lust to his loins.

Oh Yes!

Jack Fleming was admirably qualified for the job.

So now the moment for his taking of sweet innocent Pamela had come. He did not think of it as seduction. He would have that teenager one way or another!

The gardener at Jack and Karen's villa had rang him earlier this morning to confirm that Karen had apparently gone away for a few days with some of her new expat friends.

Now he had to get Jack of the way.

First he had sent for his niece. When she had first arrived, still in her school uniform, he had been delighted to see how pretty she was. As The Minister was extremely wealthy and influential he had offered to fund his niece through school. It was quite normal among extended African families to offer assistance, and though his brother was something of a dunce At least he could help in this way. Now she was sitting demurely in his office on her best behaviour.

As the only decent schools were in Harare, she had come to stay with him. With her sensual precociousness nature The Minister, Mr Oluo, had thoroughly enjoyed her stay.

"Joanne! In here!"

Joanne was his PA. Her father had fled to Mozambique in shame after The Minister had seized his company and bedded not just his wife, but his daughter as well. It had not taken him long to find suitable employment for Joanne close at hand where he could sample her charms when the urge took him! She was rather pretty and that always impressed overseas African politician's and businessmen.

"Fetch Mr Fleming, tell him it's urgent!" Joanne scuttled off. Jack was quick to respond to the urgent summons from his authoritarian and intimidating boss.

"Jack, we have a problem, just the sort of thing I hired you for. The army barracks at Magunje have alerted me. Some devious underhand clerk has found yet another way to swindle us. I want you up there immediately to sort out the problem before he discovers we know! I want a full report. Don't take any nonsense from the army Military Police. This letter will give you authority they can't ignore! We want a full inventory of what should be there, and what is there. Check this clerk's bank account, home, friends and family. What is more do it all personally. Don't be fooled he has probably stashed his loot in the homes of various relatives, so do a thorough search."

Jack was pleased at the quiet assumption by The Minister that he was up to the job. But Karen was away. He wouldn't be able leave Pamela. He would have to turn it down. How could he do that? This was his first major assignment. To turn it down would not look good! He was not sure if he could face The Minister's wrath which he had seen explode on lesser employees, white or African.