Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The officer began to pull her towards the vehicle. Kajal gave a yelp then dug her heels in making the duct billow up. But she slid towards the vehicle. He shouted orders to his platoon of men and they began to climb in. She reached the rear of the covered truck hair all over the place, sweat already covering her face and saw a cage in the foot well about 4 foot square.


“Get in there Miss!” He demanded, burly soldiers grabbing her arms pulling her up as she kicked her legs.


Kajal gave a shriek as her blouse tore the men pushing her into the cage before bolting it closed.


“How dare you, this is outrageous!” She shrieked trying to kick at the steel bars.





The officer closed up the trailer gate obviously taking the air conditioned limo for his ride and then the truck began to head off. Kajal rolled onto her side in a foetal position feeling claustrophobic surrounded by twenty seated jet black skinned soldiers. She called out to them but they all just smiled and grinned chatting amongst themselves in their own tribe language. She recognised them to be from the generals own tribe, his loyalist troops and as she had remembered calling them in front of camera his most despicable.


The journey seemed to last forever. She was dehydrating the sweat covering her skin and her clothes sodden with it. One of the soldiers eventually noticed bending down to feed her a water bottle through the bars.


“Drink,” he said gruffly.


She coughed and sputtered then looked up at him. Kajal had wide expressive eyes, the light blue of them and small pupils giving her a sensuous piercing stare.


“You have to let me out,” She said more of a plea than a demand now.


“Miss,” he said in a stern heavily accented voice. “You don’t tell people what to do anymore. Understand!”


She was about to reply when the truck came to a halt. The canopy opened and the humid air flooded in to mix with the sauna like conditions inside the truck. Four troopers slid long poles inside the bars allowing them to lift the cage out. Kajal gripped the bars blinking in the brilliant sunlight, her sunglasses crushed somewhere back at the runway. She was in a concrete compound with guard towers, the dense jungle closing in around the general’s hidden fort. No doubt from here he conducted his war against the rebels without prying eyes of foreigners.


She gave a moan of horror as she saw captive rebels hung from nooses or impaled on large spikes.


“Oh God it’s a hell hole,” She screamed feeling her stomach turning.


She was grateful by the time the cage had been carried across the courtyard into a cell block. The cage was placed on the floor then unbolted. Kajal crawled out unsure what to do. Fight, run, both were ridiculous. She gingerly stood straightening her dress adjusting her ripped blouse covering her sweaty heaving chest.





The officer stood in front of her.


“Listen you piece of shit,” Kajal’s anger now uncontrollable. “How the hell do you think you can just abduct me? When I see the general he’s going to know who he’s dealing with.”


The officer adjusted his black beret then gave a wide African grin.


“In the cell please Miss the general will be alone at his convenience.”


The cell door slammed shut behind her and she found herself in a large concrete room. There was a wire bed and a hole in the floor for the toilet but nothing else. High above was the ceiling with dirty roof lights. The whole place was dim and incredibly hot and humid.


Kajal undid her blouse slightly, her bra poking from the open fabric. Her whole body was dripping in sweat the insides of her thighs hot and sticky her knickers tight in her ass crack. She tightened her hair keeping the hair from her beautiful face then bent down to feel her sculpted calves massaging the bronzed skin to get the blood flowing again. She felt ridiculous when her heeled sandals stood in a concrete cell but the floor was too coarse for the soles of her soft western feet so she left them on.





In her head she thought through what would happen. She’d have to be released within a day there no way she could be accused of any crime. Sure it happened all the time here, but it would have had to have been before she let rip and told the world about his exploits. The crew had been scared to death for the last three weeks of just disappearing on trumped up charges. But now the entire world would be in uproar.


“TV reporter arrested after finding out the truth,” she muttered to herself. If she wasn’t handed back soon this was the kind of shit that could start wars.


She heard footsteps; they sounded strange, not military at all more like heels. The cell door opens two huge guards entering holding batons; behind them was Koko the general’s daughter. She was dressed in a tight heeled catsuit, her dark brown skin looking flawless, her long black hair plaited into her tail. She always was the athletic type. Tennis swimming even represented her country in athletics a few years back. Her firm large tits were pressed tightly together held in place by the fabric her cleavage showing as the zip had slowly slid down.





“How are you enjoying your new home?” The arrogant daughter teased. “Not as cosy as our college dorms but well, after all we are in some chicken shit third world country as you would say.”


Kajal shook her head looking at the intimidating group.


“No Koko I’d never said that, why are you being like this?”


Koko gave a sneer of satisfaction. “My father is a powerful man, no one crosses him. I wouldn’t dare why do you expect to get away with it.”


Kajal felt her anger growing again.


“Because I can Koko, I’m a journalist. I come from a country of free speech.” And then added sarcastically. “Remember you spent years getting educated there.”


Koko didn’t rise to the bait and instead paced around the room in her boots like a WW2 commandant hands behind her back.


“You think you will be released don’t you?”


Kajal felt her knees buckle at the question. She’d never considered otherwise. She gulped, then put back on her business like a reporter manner.


“You know full well Koko there’s no way you can keep me here.”


Koko smiled and nodded. “Very well Kajal my father will be arriving soon. We probably won’t get to speak like this again, so just remember I am not the one who betrayed a trust.” And with that she snapped her fingers and led the two guards from the cell.



“Fine by me bitch,” yelled Kajal as she heard her ex friend march away. Friends like that she could do without.


Kajal tried to sleep but the heat made it difficult. It must have been early morning when the cell door clashed open again. Standing there was the large uniformed figure of general Mobana. Kajal began to demand her release.


Slap!


She nearly fainted and her body flung towards the wall, the world spinning.


“You do not demand anything from me.” He growled, keeping his anger on a short leash.