Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

She knew what to do, he'd already explained.


The evening began to rumble with thunder, as the weather grew more intense and humid. The president was now laid back on his bed, his hands on Kajal's great rump. The blonde goddess was straddling his flabby chest, her ass waving towards his face, her head down between his thighs sucking on his cock. As she took deep long slurps she gave slight grunts of effort her anal muscles hard at work.


"Yes Kajal I can see it now, uhh good push, push harder as you fellate me."





The general's eyes widened in enjoyment as while his bride dutifully blew his cock he could watch as a stiff greased sausage appeared from her anus. The rubbery skinned meat slowly snaked from her ass as the woman squeezed with all her might.


That's it my queen, you swallowed it all the way in, now let me see you shit it back out."


She could feel herself forcing the meat truncheon out like a stiff tail all the while his rampant cock in her mouth the eye hole seeping with enjoyment.


There was a crack of thunder and the blonde's skin glowed with sweat like a fluorescent statue.


His hands kneaded her ass cheeks pulling them wide and Kajal's head lifted and she gave a groan of humiliation as she squeezed the sausage all the way out the thing dropping on Mobana s chest slippery with gel.


"Hold tight," Mobana coached and Kajal nodded and gritted her teeth.


Her yes widened and she froze then gasped as she felt the sausage press then slid back up her ass until her sphincter closed around it; the turd deep inside her again.


"I want to watch you do it again my dear. And again, and again."


The big black tyrant pushed her onto her knees, his body behind and as he knelt he slid his cock up into her pussy his hands on her ass cheeks again spreading wide awaiting the bratwurst tip to appear slowly from her anus again. Her tits swung heavy and pendulous and she gave a slight whisper and then began to push.





"Yes my President, anything you command."


It would be a long night.












Kajal was awoken in a painful thump on the bedroom floor. She had been sleeping across her master's midriff when the big dictator had leapt from the bed sending her flying into a crumpled heap. As she rolled the dawn light filling the room she heard Mobana's voice. It seemed different she had never heard him like this; it seemed agitated.





The dictator was pulling on a dressing gown and slippers as a bug eyed trooper had a message in his hand. As Kajal pulled her gown across her naked body she caught the final words as the two men hurried down the steps.


"Get me the capital I must speak with my son!"


Kajal pulled herself to her feet brushing her hair from her face pulling the long silk gown tight around her hips, her breasts thrusting the fabric out like a crazy coke bottle shape.


As she turned away from the widow she felt the heat and pressure wave as her world was then turned upside down hearing a high pitched buzz, her vision blacking out.


Mobana had reached the compound just as the first rocket hit. The aide had been ranting about the capital. There were rebels on the street and the world media was already in frenzy as they relayed the images back to the networks. He saw Koko running towards him dressed in fatigues and a machine pistol in her hand.


For a moment he was confused. Why did she need a weapon? He needed to speak to his son, but the man told him the line to the city was dead. Mobana wondered if his son was too.


As the rocket hit he flung himself to the ground, the fortress beginning to erupt in small arms fire.


It had been an ambush. He pulled himself to his feet, Koko screaming.


"Father the capitals over run. The palace is in flames. You've been tricked."


Another rocket hit the walls then a third exploding on the main gate.


Mobana's face drained as Koko looked at him for guidance. But he was like a rabbit in the headlights. His troops were running to and fro the sounds of battle close by just on the other side of the fortress gate.


"Father?" Koko shouted at the side now running for his life.


Mobana ran too, pushing past his daughter pulling up his trailing dressing gown as the rotors on his big green helicopter parked across the compound began to spin.


Suddenly the gates gave way and through a cloud of smoke the figures of skinny jungle rebels began to dance between tracer fire. Koko was running also, chasing her fleeing father as a battle royal began in the courtyard. Mobana was already in the helicopter screaming to the pilot the rotors spinning at take off speed.


"Father don't leave me!"


The chopper was lifting and Mobana never looked out to see his daughter fall.


At that very moment a dazed, deafened Kajal stumbled out into the chaos. She swayed in her bare feet the tight silk gown billowing in the morning wind and rain. The muddy compound was red with blood but she hardly noticed taking cross over steps as if any second she'd fall.





Her ears were still ringing and she could only sense the hiss of bullets as Mobana's elite troops held on grimly to an inner circle of sandbags and wrecked vehicles.


She looked up almost falling as she shielded her eyes to the beating rain. The big green bird thundered overhead the "thumpa" sound of its blades resonating on the sodden earth. Close by rebel troops ignored the woman and levelled their rocket launchers at the target.


Then for the second time in minutes Kajal was on her back the heat of the explosion like a flash bulb in her face.


She never saw it hit the ground, only felt the flames and smell of kerosene as the wreck burned in a hundred pieces.


She stood again like a drunken fool lurching into danger. The noise and carnage danced around her as like some white robed ghosts she floated across the battlefield.


Her foot felt something and she tripped.


It was Koko; the girl a crumpled bullet riddled mess. Kajal gripped the babe's hair pulling her head up. She was dead and Kajal felt the anger, cheated of her revenge. She saw men close by the shouts of pain and anger beginning to filter into her deafened world. The slice of a rebel bullet spattered her with blood and the beautiful blonde waited for the final killer round as she began to feint.


From the redoubt the president's tribal soldier charged with the passion of voodoo and Kajal's vision saw double as a line of men thundered towards her, their features snarling in death faces.


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She awoke to silence. The feted jungle air closed around her body and she realised she could see the stormy sky above. How long had she been lying here? In a moment she pulled her body upright. Her nightgown was torn and smeared and as she stood her arm felt limp the pain dull, but the wound dressed.


She was back in the keep. On her wedding bed the damaged room now open to the sky, the bed more like a lop side ramp. She stood then limped to the balcony. The doors were smashed hanging by threads and as she pushed them open they collapsed.


She could see down into the war zone. The battle was over.


All around the rebel bodies were piled high as sweat-smeared soldiers collected their defeated enemies. She couldn't know but across the country the uprising had failed. But she did know one thing; she was still here. She began to sob her tears matching the morning downpour. Even now she hadn't died; the nightmare just wouldn't end.



The sexy prisoner heard the shout of soldiers and she shook her head in frustration.


Below in the compound the major one of her wedding escort saw her and gave a tribal cry. Kajal's beautiful face looked up and her eyes showed a flicker of life force as she struggled to understand. The soldiers on mass had knelt in the red stained earth the rain and wind beating down around them. The major was the only one to raise his head and gaze on their divine talisman.


He knew Mobana was dead, so was his daughter and now they had heard his son was too. Only one of their tribe's regal line remained to lead them as she had already victoriously done this very day; walking between her enemies with the majesty of an immortal.








As the downpour increased in this twisted dark heart of a continent the hundred or so kneeling warriors paid dutiful homage to their new Queen.


THE END