Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"Now," he said, belching wine not willing to discuss anymore," watch my concubine in action."


Kajal was aching and sore, as she stood naked and curvaceous in her high heels. The fantastic hairstyle was more bedraggled returning to her long curly cascade. She felt ridiculous in front of all these people but arched her back to relieve the strained muscles and her seated audience gasped at her expanding melons. Then she put her hand to her mouth as she recognised something being carried into the room.


It was the wicker chair with totem pole stirrups that she had used on her first day and many days after in his northern hellhole castle. She remembered Mobana wanking as he watched a nurse fist her tight strong pussy for the first time, until she came on the bitch's wrist. The two men put the chair down then bowed to Kajal before leading her to the seat.


There was a buzz of excitement as she sat the men tying her hands behind the chair as before.


"No please," she said looking at the general. "These were almost the only words she had spoken in hours." Please not in front of all these people."


As the two men lifted her knees then hooked her legs either side of the totem poles into a birthing position she shook her head in realization.


"Oh God he's going to put his hand up me." Then she thought back to the wedding guest queue and a more terrifying idea entered her min." Oh fuck no not every one!"





It was a strange relief when Kajal saw small men entering the hall. The two African pygmies were bald, naked and glistening with oils. They carried a silver jug of similar lubricant. The midget slaves hurried forward until they stood in front of the spread open woman.


The guest dignitary explained above a din of excitement and discussion.


"These are my gifts, President. Tribesmen tutored in love play and sexual arousal. They will delight and amused even the most decent of audiences."


The little men bowed then turned to Kajal, their hands inside her thighs examining her. Their fingers trailed to her slit and they giggled as her silicone-enhanced clit popped out one of the dwarf native rubbing the tender bud between his fingers.


Kajal groaned her face flush his attention making her moisten almost immediately.


The other little man was on his knees, his tongue licking up her slit his mouth opening her pussy so he could rim her tunnel entrance. Kajal's body was already tensing her toes pointing as she tried to stretch herself another few inches. Although humiliating she couldn't deny it was arousing her.





Mobana nodded in pride, his bitch already responding to the sexual advances. He could see her clit red and fiery the black hands of small men pressing it between thumbs making it harden still


"Oh heavens ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She thrust her mound up to meet them the kneeling pygmy's mouth now trailing spittle and her love juices. "Oh you dirty little fucks!"


The clit-rubbing midget took the jug and poured a steady trail down her tummy, the river of lubricant filling her pussy, smearing her clit and collecting on the hole licking pygmies tongue. He pulled back rubbing his hand with oil into a fist.


She shook her head as she felt his hand turn to a ball and press on her womanly tunnel.


The crowd gasped in delight as his black fist entered her, his arm sliding inside like her was searching for a lost item.


"Oh god ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"


The pygmy was touching points she never knew existed making her wail without care, her eyes bulging her sore nipples like horns. Her chute was flooded, her own juice and the lubricant filling her nostrils with a sickly musk. The slime was running down the native's hand dripping from his elbow.



As he withdrew his fist she sighed in ecstasy the other small man continuing to tickle and caress her fat maggot like clit. The sensation was making her see spots before her eyes.


The kneeling pygmy turned his head and spoke to the mesmerised guests.


"Now for your pleasure we will make this woman climax like she has never done before."


The baldhead little man grinned his white teeth sparkling against his jet-black face. Then Kajal began to moan and shake her head. "Oh God what no..." The crowd were stunned in silence then burst into animated debate. The other pygmy was pouring the lubricant from the silver jug directly onto his little friend's head, the grease running down his face.


He bent down his shiny glistening head pressing against her open aroused slit like a torpedo tip. Kajal gave a high pitched yelp of shock, then looked to her husband shaking her head in panic.


"OH no, no you uggggggggggg!"


The man pressed forward his lubricated crown opening her up. Mobana was mesmerized as he could see the small man's head pressing harder, Kajal's pussy lips stretching her face one of abject horror. There was a collective whistle as suddenly his temple then the top of his head entered her body. Slopppp!


The young waif babe gave a horrendous moan. It was from an amazing sensation of openness, her lips swallowing an incredible shape, her inner flesh feeling his ears rubbing her shaft and his eye sockets bump over her labia rim.





Then she moaned again with her eyes a blaze seeing all the guests' mouths open in awe. The pygmy's nose pressed at her hole his head shaking a little as Kajal's pelvis writhed trying to back off.


"Ohh fuck no, no it's uggggggggggggg!" As his nose slid inside her pussy the man gasping through his mouth she finished the sentence in her mind. "Not possible!"


She looked down over her cathedral domes, her thighs so wide. HEr hooked legs in this birthing position the sight of the rear of a pygmy mans neck glistening with juices as he twisted his skull inside her pussy.


The other pygmy's fingers rubbed her swollen clit the little mans eyes looking at her face seeing her growing tenseness as climax built.


"Oh no ohhh no ohhhhhh!"


Inside her hot tunnel the small face was awash with juice, the feeling suffocating his mouth gulping air just outside her body. He felt her muscles squeezing, his head swelling her groin as he pushed up on his forehands, sliding slowly deeper.


She was coming.


The hall filled with her ecstatic screams as her body exploded. Her clit felt like she wanted the man to rip it from her body, his fingers gripping it like a mini sausage on a stick. Her tunnel began to convulse her hips buck as she twisted the buried mans head like she was trying to break his neck. The pygmy was gripping the chair legs his shoulders strong and locked his dark hot world like a roller coaster ride at night


"Oh fuckkk, No you fucckkkkkk!"


She was screaming expletives her body a volcano of perspiration and energy. Her beautiful lips were in an air gasping pout her tits throbbing her swollen groin shuddering as she literally come on the man's face.






His body started to spasm in suffocation; he'd had enough, his head pulling from her hole the juices dripping from his nose, his head a glistening hot mess.


As he pulled away his colleague reached down between Kajal's wide thighs squeezing her labia together like a gasping mouth letting the orgasmic juice pump out like a cliff waterfall onto the marble floor as the blonde still continued to buck and writhe in subsiding frenzy. The voyeuristic crowd gasped as her slit poured its slimy contents like the pygmies silver jug, Kajal shaking her head in claustrophobic embarrassment unable to say anything apart from a long deep groan of relief.





It was late that afternoon when Kajal was escorted to the big green presidential helicopter. She didn't know why but the general needed to fly back North that very night and he had no intentions of missing out on his wedding night. As she sat in the whining bird's red-carpeted passenger area like a waiting room she could see Mobana shaking hands with his friend and ally the minister of his neighbouring country. At his side Koko stood in heeled boots and military fatigue no doubt having spent the afternoon enjoying that enormous Nubian slave.


"Good luck my friend," the minister. "They will meet you at dawn to begin the negotiations."


Mobana nodded, "they will find me as serious a diplomat as I am a general," he bragged


"Indeed." The minister said stepping back and bowing with a smile.


The General saluted his two escorting guards and Kajal recognised them as her wedding escort, the officers who had suckled so proudly on her breasts.





The door opened and as the swirling evening heat filled the cabin the general, Koko and his officers entered. Koko gave her the slightest of nose-raised looks, the general more of a commanding nod. But the two majors acted in reverence both saluting then lowering their eyes.


"See my soldiers," the general laughed, taking a sip of wine as the helicopter began to taxi, "with such a queen blessed by our gods the rebels must know their time is over, that is why they call this meet."


Kajal gave the slightest of dismissive shakes of the head more in contempt than disbelief. The general's face narrowed but she had already realised in a way being married to him was safer than not. Koko went to slap her face and the general gripped her wrist as the soldier's face one of horror. "Behave yourselves, both of you," he snapped and the women sat there in arrogant silence.


As the evening jungle crawled below her craft like a widening slick of deep green Kajal realised where they were heading. She had stupidly hoped she was heading to the capital but that would have been too easy. No, she would never again come close to the world. Instead she was heading back to that awful place of dominance and pain Mobana's deep jungle fortress.


The regal cabin allowed a degree of sound proofing to the ferocious rota just above their heads and Koko taunted her old friend.


"You were spectacular today my queen," she said with a sly grin. "All those months of training worked wonders didn't it?" Kajal looked sternly back at her. The general had earphones on communicating with his command and was oblivious to their discussion.


"My father will tire of you and when that happens I'll be waiting."


Kajal gave the slightest of smiles. Koko was taken aback, was it a sly grin?


"Maybe he'll tire of you first," was her unexpected response.


The black beauty had no chance to continue their game as Mobana took off his headphones happy with the news.


"Tomorrow I will bring peace to my country," Mobana said in a pompous rant. "A great leader can always be magnanimous in victory." Koko's eyebrow rose at this interpretation of ongoing events.


"Selfless as always to your duty father" She added in praise and possible mockery.





He lit a cigar reclining back on his seat looking at his new wife.


"But first I have a wedding night to enjoy."


As the aircraft banked and dipped approaching the massive walls of his camp Kajal could see miles and miles of blackness, the Northern jungle home to the rebel army. Somewhere in that blackness lay the remains of her plane and film crew. She was just one more statistic in a war that appeared to be drawing to a close and with it any hope of her plight been revealed.



High up in the central keep of his jungle fortress Kajal slowly undressed under the lustful gaze of her new husband. Outside the pitch-black night hummed with insect choir and she was grateful of the big ceiling fan slowly wafting her perspiring body.





Mobana reclined on the ornate bed, his body naked his fat rolls of skin looking like he had been winched into place. As she slid the negligee from her shoulders he gave the slightest of appreciative nods her naked hourglass body glistening in the pale light.


"Very beautiful," he coughed, taking a swig of wine then a puff of his cigar. He leaned forward to talk. He loved to talk. Loved to hear himself talk.


"You are my bride and my tribe's bride. Such an over confident  bitch brought to her knees." He crawled closer. "But life could be bearable if you allow it to be." He caressed her thigh then up to her waist. "If you please me you could live many years in comfort." His face then frowned. "Or you will live many years in distress."


Kajal nodded feeling the potion he had given her take effect. She needed the relaxant, hungered for it even. She needed something to take the edge of the reality of tonight, tomorrow and forever.


"Sir," she said softly, his hand cup between her legs, his palm pressing on her mound, his fingers in the crack of her ass. "I'll do whatever you say."


He smiled then sat at the side of the bed.





"Very good, my Queen," he said, putting his hand into a silver bowl at his bedside. "Now come here and bend over."


His hand removed from the bowl a long sturdy sausage. The thing was a German frankfurter or bratwurst type food. A strong skinned meat in a thick cylindrical tube. The long food had been dripping with gel and the President traced the end down the crack of her ass as Kajal touched her toes and her heels legs slightly apart.