Step into the Serpent Chapter 1.
On this particular night in Africa, the atmospheric air was abnormally moist. The sky held no moon, allowing a light fog to pervade the horizon. As a UH 60 Blackhawk helicopter loomed in the distance, two guards positioned at the main entrance of a notorious warlord's compound were taken out by a Seal Team sniper. The helicopter moved forward, and six figures quietly descended via ropes. This elite Seal Team, known as Gold unit, had a significant target: The Serpent, a warlord known for his violent atrocities.
Born to a tragic family, Solomon bin Umana was orphaned at a young age of four, becoming a child soldier in the arduous African civil war. He commenced killing at merely eleven years old. While many claim nations such as France, Germany, England, and the United States blame him for the murder of thousands of individuals, it's estimated that this number could be even higher. Allegations spread of raping over five hundred women, yet no one knew the true appearance of bin Umana. The famous comparison is that he was as tall as Shaquille O'Neal, bearing a voice similar to Idris Elba. An unknown fact is that the U.S. government has worked in covert collaboration with him for the past decade, experiencing him and his mercenaries to fulfill secretive tasks deemed essential by the Pentagon.
As news of harm done to United Nations volunteers and personnel of the Red Cross spread, governments and media outlets denounced him. One specific victim was a British co-ed, Rhodes Scholar, and the daughter of the Prime Minister herself — Freya Allan Winterbottom. Though she endured a life-threatening situation, her predicament never came to light. The truth about her circumstance was buried under a veil of deceit, while international relations unfolded in a politically charged backdrop.
Freya, a demure 5'2", 120-pound young woman, was undertaking a charity assignment in the Republic of Congo as part of her Rhodes scholarship. A band of famished and desperate refugees, attempting to fill their empty bellies, swarmed the orphanage she had been volunteering. Faced with inevitable gang rape, Freya was about to experience a horrific ordeal. However, her situation took a surprising turn when a large African man entered the room. "The Serpent" was his nickname, featuring nearly purple black skin, piercingly white teeth, and military fatigues bearing aSerpent emblem. With ease, he eliminated the men attempting to violate her. The former rape victims and terrified Freya witnessed this massive figure disappear outside. Before long, most of the orphans were safely rounded up, the carnage of the remaining marauding perpetrators painted the property with their blood. Even more astounding, a group of African paramilitary soldiers accompanied the fearsome giant.
While the media fabricated stories about Freya Winterbottom being abducted by an ISIS splinter group, England scrambled to save their reputation. MI-6 dispatched a highly skilled female agent, Hallee Atwell, to rescue their Prime Minister's daughter. Shortly after her encounter with Solomon bin Umana, she vanished and was declared missing in action. In response to this, a unit of United Kingdom Special Forces were sent from Sierra Leone, only to face the same fate as their predecessor. Exacting his revenge, bin Umana claimed the lives of the British special forces soldiers with a spear and a machete before vanishing.
Prior to this moment, reports from a coalition of American and European intelligence agencies, combined with pure fortune, revealed Solomon bin Umana concealed in a safe house in Uganda. A MQ Reaper drone hovered overhead Solomon's safe haven, overseeing Seal Team Six Gold Unit's readiness. The drone's infrared sensors surveilled for any adversaries trying to leave the killing zone. The clock pressed on. Gold Unit had ten minutes to implement the mission. Minute five, the entire compound was engulfed in an immeasurable blast. The blast's potency almost caused the Blackhawk to crash. There were no survivors from Seal Team Gold Unit.
Several months afterwards, both Freya Winterbottom and agent Hallee Atwell arrived at the British Embassy in Nairobi, Kenya. Both were placed on an MI-6 military aircraft and whisked away to England. Within 24 hours, a vehicle pulled up at 10 Downing Street, in Westminster London. The Prime Minister welcomed his adored daughter, who had been missing for over 8 months. He then collapsed upon the sight of Freya's swollen abdomen. Agent Hallee Atwell was pregnant as well and was granted an indefinite maternity leave. Later, when both women delivered their children, the doctors were astonished. "Did you view the size of the penises on those little devils?!" Each of the ladies had twins, half African baby boys.
January 2024
Mega-Rich real estate tycoon, Jared Kushner, was in Congo. The official motive for his presence was to negotiate a cobalt trade deal for Israel. Yet Kushner held a personal project. He founded the Caligula Club. An exclusive, secret social club populated by wealthy couples who leased male sex slaves from disadvantaged or war-stricken countries. The sex servants were only men. They could be either impoverished or refugees deprived of their livelihood due to war or genocide. Most of the males experienced no choice during the "recruitment." But they also had no life, or future prospects. When they understood they'd be extracted from a hellhole, reunited with millionaires, and got the chance to fuck some of the most beautiful women in the world, they didn't protest much. You could purchase a man's dignity with tight, lubricated pussy and a cosy bed.
Kushner found and trafficked the sex servants. His network acquired all the essential paperwork; arranged illicit transportation and ensured safe delivery. The clients were required to pay all costs up front, with the remaining balance after the delivery of their personal sex plaything. The clients were obliged to provide housing and sustenance. If a couple preferred, they could exchange their male sex plaything with any other couple. Or return the sex servant to Kushner and receive a portion of their deposit back. This form of reverse male human trafficking was augmenting Jared Kushner's wealth and status as one of the wealthiest men below fifty.
Jared stood at the crater's edge. Through his Ray Ban Aviator sunglasses, he inspected the throng of African boys and men under him digging for cobalt. The boys would excavate shallow tunnels using their own hands or rocks. The men would remove the heavier cobalt ores. Accidents claimed numerous victims due to tunnel collapses, injuries, damage, or death. But dehydration and heatstroke accounted for the most fatalities. None of the diggers aroused Jared's attention. As he turned away, he sighted a monstrously large male figure carrying a child in his arms. The man possessed a predatory demeanor. A lion among the prey.
The most common mishap for the small diggers entailed a cave-in. The digging master was yelling at the colossal African to return to work. The brute placed the child at the master's feet. The lignified Nubian seized the water jug from the master and poured a small stream of water on the child's face. From Jared's vantage point, the child appeared to be around ten years old. Jared, on the other hand, was assessing the towering Nubian's weak, corded muscles and complete lack of fat. He sported an unkempt afro and a short, thick beard. The master instinctively reached for his pistol. But a threatening glare from the powerful man resulted in the master's hand faltering.
Jared, promptly advanced, while the child regained consciousness. The towering Nubian first took a few swigs from the water jug and then sat the child up, offering the jug for the child to drink. Jared, extending a flattering smile, akin to a U.S. Congressman, "Pardon me, my muscular friend. I have a proposal for you." The giant Nubian towered over the delicate, soft-skinned American man in awe. Jared's stomach knotted, and a cold sweat dripped down his back.
Solomon bin Umana had attempted to evade the world's most formidable intelligence organisations tracking his movements. Now he sensed a chance. He beamed a radiant grin, "Say as little as possible, little man." Solomon was being transported to America with a new name and identity courtesy of this opportunistic, affluent American.
Jonathan's smoking hot spouse, Sydney, checked off all the requirements. Jonathan and Sydney were both wealthy and white. Jonathan was at least a decade older than his wife and came across her when she was just 19. They've dated for the last five years and got married less than a year ago. Surprisingly, a 26-year-old, 5'3, 120 lb, 34DD blonde actress named Sydney became well-known in the entertainment industry. Who would've believed it? The two first met at a well-known local bar, Winchester Tavern, in southeast London. Sydney had relocated there for her college education when she was only 18. Following that, she was uncovered by the Producers of Downtown Abbey for a new series for BBC television (not to be confused with the "BBC" that's on your dirty mind). One year later, the two of them achieved their first meeting at Winchester Tavern. It's essential to note that it was actually the hottest new club in London, which Jonathan bought and renovated from an old bar. Everyone was envious of Jonathan for being married to Sydney Schweemy.
The couple shifted to the United States, turning into Hollywood's latest "it" couple. Sydney earned millions. Jonathan was a successful restaurateur with two significant eateries in Las Vegas, with another one on the verge of opening in Beverly Hills. Besides, Jonathan had a close friendship with Jarred Kusher.
The Kushers, Jared and Yvonne, introduced the wealthy and powerful crowd to a brand-new vice. With Jared's worldwide business relations in Antwerp, Tel Aviv, Ukraine, and Bucharest, he launched a twisted new trafficking of sexual fetishism.
Plagued by boredom and more money than any human being requires, the wives of the wealthy and influential individuals began acquiring, hiring, and trading men from all over the world to fulfill their carnal desires.
Sydney and Jonathan, after six years of being sexually involved and an additional year of marriage, couldn't simmer down their sexual ardor. The irresistible sexual lethargy arose in both of them. They were astonished by their desire for experiences with other people. The gorgeous young couple attempted all of the typical methods to bolt up romance without finding delight. Sydney was even contemplating a breakup with Jonathan. Conversely, Jonathan's latent sexual fetish was intensifying. He was fixated on the idea of his delightful blonde wife being ravaged by a stranger. He dreamt about having his lovely wife's pussy beaten.
But it wasn't until a romantic getaway on a private island in the Bahamas that Jared and Yvonne Kusher informed them about a discreet and exclusive system. In truth, Jonathan and Sydney became a part of a mysterious member group. This set comprised wealthy and alluring famous couples. The coalition encompassed Salma Hayek and her French billionaire tycoon husband, Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, Scarlett Johansson and Colin Jost, Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively, and Beyonce and Jay Z, with certain rumors about Jared's clients involving Prince William and Duchess Kate, and several other prominent worldwide figures.
Recently, actress Margie Robben persuaded her husband that she desired to acquire two Uyghur males from a Chinese detention facility to play out her imaginary fantasy of being an Empress attended by two male minions.
Kimmy Arashian, a well-known sex-toy tycoon, leased two Haitian refugees to play action along with her on her Only Fans account.
Unquestionably, Yvonne Kusher had to put an end to any other poorly performing competitors (no intended pun) by persuading Jared to obtain five virile male Rohingya individuals from the border camp in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
Sydney and Jonathan experienced their inaugural appointment when Yvonne and Kusher hosted them during a private event. The fresh members sat silently at their viewing table, stunned by the fact that they had just witnessed a thrilling orgy with both Yvonne and Margie receiving intense pleasure from the team of Rohingya and the two Uyghurs.
Jonathan's eyes were infatuated with lust, spotting the showcase of moans, squawks, and a roaring ocean of orgasmic delight from Yvonne as the five strong, athletic Rohingya guys impaled and thrust into every aspect of Yvonne. Sydney's eyes darted all over the place, watching in disbelief as the Rohingya squad depicted an almost ballet of maneuvers, pleasuring Yvonna to the edge of her climactic satisfaction.
Jonathan's eyes were drugged with arousal, as he observed one burly, sturdy Uyghur apply lubricant to Margie and preserve her anus like a randy dog. Sydney reached across and massaged her husband's knee under the table, grasping his swollen organ over his trousers. The second skinny and muscular Uyghur stimulated and slapped Margie's pretty face with his stretching erection. Then, he raped her mouth by fastening his cock in it.
Jonathan's leg started shaking when he saw Margie and Yvonna being fucked without stopping. Sydney's hand found his zipper. The intense sexual action in front of Jonathan overwhelmed his senses so much that he didn't realize his wife had unzipped his pants and was stroking his 5-inch erection. Sydney knew her husband's penis well. The men let out a series of orgasmic moans and shouts. Like firefighters, they released their semen, spraying it onto Margie and Yvonna, filling their body openings with cum.
Sydney continued to quickly stroke her husband's erect penis from the base to the tip until she felt his thigh tremble and spasm. Jonathan ejaculated, just like a middle school volcano project, dropping his warm white liquid onto her fingers. Sydney didn't hear her husband give a loud groan as his entire body relaxed, along with his erection. Jonathan's body now felt deflated, as he slumped down in his chair. Sydney's eyes were glued on the sight of Margie and Yvonna's depraved sexual desires. Something deep inside Sydney's shadow self awoke.
The weeks that dragged on for Sydney seemed like months as she anxiously awaited their "guest." For proper service, Sydney and Jonathan had to fill out an intimate questionnaire. This would help them find the right couple. Finally, Sydney got the call she had been waiting for.
"Sydney, my dear."
"Oh boy!" Sydney sighed, "I thought you'd never call."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, Yvonna's got you. Your special delivery arrives today."
Yvonna's casual comment made Sydney's stomach flutter.
"Today! What?! Don't fool around with me, Yvonna!"
Yvonna giggled on the phone. "I know, it takes a while. Then suddenly...the big day comes."
"Oh shit! I need to tell Jonathan right away. We have to prepare our house."
Yvonna ignored Sydney's silence. "So, tell me, are you getting two male escorts like Margie? I think you mentioned Jared said they could be from Ukraine."
Yvonna laughed to herself. "No, sweetheart. Jonathan really wanted Jared to get you someone black. He kept begging Jared for that. But I didn't think it was going to happen because the one he found was supposed to go to European royalty. Unfortunately, that's no longer possible due to a health emergency. So your luck just got better."
Sydney was stunned. Yvonna's words kept swirling in her head, taunting her. A...black...man...? B-but...I've never been with a black man!
Yvonna started laughing again.
"This will change your life so much! They don't come more Hot, Dry, and Poor than these African boys. But that'll all be in the dossier that comes with the delivery. Poor guy just came off a boat from Africa. I think he's from either Sudan or Sierra Leone. Anyway, you're lucky for your husband to want this. I wish it were me. I'm so jealous of you, witnessing lovely Sydney being brutally fucked and anally violated by a big black African dick."
Sydney's tone turned serious. "Yvonna, can you tell me anything else about him?"
"Sure thing. You already know he's black. He's just coming off a boat from Africa! I guess from either Sudan or Sierra Leone. These countries are really hot, dry, and poor. But that'll all be in the file given at delivery. He was a child soldier, but then spent his entire young life in a labor camp. So, his new life with you in Malibu...wow, it'll be life-changing for him."
Suddenly, Sydney's husband, Jonathan, appeared in the kitchen, and they shared a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Yvonna, Jonathan just returned home from his meeting. I need to inform him about our surprise guest!"
"Sure, dear. The delivery service will get in touch when they're on their way. You'll be one happy f*cked bitch!"
Yvonna ended the call and stretched out on the couch. Her toned, white thighs opened wide enough for her husband, Jared, who had been performing oral sex on her since before the phone call with Sydney. Yvonna's jealousy began to grow, thinking about Sydney Schweeny being ruthlessly fucked and brutally f*cked by a massive black African cock.
Sydney was surprised by how much she longed to experience the things Yvonna described. She thought about the large penis she had never tried before. Her eyes traveled back to Margie and Yvonna, both covered in cum, enjoying themselves. Jonathan, spent and drained, only made Sydney more curious. The idea of a black sex slave excited her like never before.
Jonathan was thrilled and jittery at the same instant. His digits were stumbling with the skilled Red One 5K digital video camera. The $30,000 he invested on it was petty money compared to him. Jonathan had been consumed with porn since he was "satisfying his member". At least that's what his college colleagues dubbed it. Jonathan's preferred porn category was undoubtedly the BBC group. Nonetheless, not just any clips. It had to be a petite lovely getting thoroughly expanded and stretched by BBC. specifically those who were clueless. The more authentic sense of surprise on the girl, the greater the pleasure for Jonathan.
Jonathan directed the camera at Sydney, "It's showtime. Are you ready, dear?"
Sydney preserved her poise and smiled back at the camera, instead focusing on the mysterious red light, which seemed to tease her.
Jonathan: "So, tell our audience your name?" The video was a mock simulation. It was a brainwave Jonathan devised to bring his fantasies to life. Also, for personal satisfaction.
Sydney: "Hello, I'm Sydney."
Jonathan: "Sydney, please stand up and show us what you're wearing?"
Seen in the fluorescent coral dress, Sydney revealed herself. It was an airy, mint green dress with a pattern of azure flowers. The top was low and hung on two spaghetti hoops. The base was voluminous and reached the midpoint of her thighs.
Jonathan: "Sydney, so you're here today to have a pretty good time with our roomy newcomer. Right?"
With her adorable Disney Princess known, Sydney flashed a smiley face. Her cheeks seemed to turn slightly pink.
Jonathan: "Sydney, are you uneasy?"
Sydney: "Well...A bit, I presume. But also very curious. I've never performed anything similar before."
Jonathan: "There's no need to be anxious, love. You'll do well. "This is a stunner! Your figure is sublime! Simply breathtaking! And the view of your breasts, yum!"
The sexual anticipation in the space was almost palpable. Appreciating his wife's voluptuous bust, and the knowledge that tonight she'd feel an African man's manliness within her, Jonathan's loins began to heat up and his erection started to form. Jonathan's fantasy of watching his wife being sexually dominated by a black man was almost game time. He envisioned this scene various times. One evening, he'd had dull sex once again, and Sydney had reciprocated his kink confession with one of her own. Despite having the shape of a biblical harlot, Sydney's only sex partners had been her spouse, and a Korean boy from her freshman year in Oxford who'd had her virginity. So, Sydney was prepared to do something outrageous and unlike herself.
Jonathan regained his focus.
"Sydney, have you ever been with a black man? I...I... m-m mean, have you ever had sex with one?"
"No, never." Sydney replied excitedly. "But I thought about it...."
The flushed red in Sydney's cheeks grew. Her eyes darted sideways a few times before returning to the camera. Naked and nude, Sydney felt the building sexual energy between her and the towering, silent black man.
Jonathan grinned to himself. "Sydney, I think our visitor truly likes you. He can't take his eyes off you."
With the camera's zoom, Jonathan widened the angle to momentarily occupy the entire space.
"Both of you now remember my rules?" Jonathan anticipated their agreement. Mallek appeared to be enthralled by Sydney's flowing tresses, twisting strands of her blonde hair between his fingers.
Sydney, instantly alerted, looked at the large guy and honestly inquired, "No anal, right?"
Laughing, Jonathan clarified, "Lady, don't be worried about anything like that. If he can fit into your derriere, he can have it. What I'm saying is NO kissing, and Mallek can't lap at your clitoris. These are off the table."
The simple black man on the couch admired Sydney. Not her body or attractiveness. But his obsession was with her rushed breathing and droplets of sweat forming on her face. The formidable energy Sydney gave off was tantalizing. Mallek was convinced that her pent-up passion would spew her fluid from her groin like a fountain.
Jonathan: "Mallek, say something about yourself to Sydney and our audience."
Mallek was a man of few words, his voice deep and containing a hint of an accent that sounded similar to South Africa's Afrikaans dialect, but not quite. Clad in a simple khaki T-shirt and loose black cargo pants, he exuded an air of mystery.
Jonathan, Sydney's husband, directed the scene from behind the camera, capturing every move of their sexy game. Sydney, a petite blonde with large breasts, sat next to the massive Mallek, who dwarfed any other man. Standing up, she faced the camera and heeded her husband's instructions.
"Mallek, stand behind Sydney, and after she takes off her dress, explore her breasts," Jonathan instructed through the lens.
Sydney's mind raced with thoughts. She couldn't believe what she was doing! Having been with just two men in her life, and Jonathan being her second, she wondered if he was comfortable with her nakedness now. But that thought quickly left her mind as Mallek's presence consumed her.
Standing next to this giant of a man, Sydney felt the ground shake beneath her 5'3 frame. "Doff the dress," her husband urged from behind the camera.
In a swift motion, Sydney pushed her floral sun dress up and off, revealing her curvy figure in a barely there hot pink bikini that resembled tinsel. Her thong was only inches from Mallek's powerful legs.
The mighty Mallek's gaze hung onto Sydney's back, his eyes piercing into her, making her feel like prey before the big hunt. Everything about him screamed raw power and masculinity.
Listening to Jonathan's directive, she stepped forward and effortlessly lifted her sun dress over her head. Immediately, her large 34DD breasts were exposed, spilling out of the tiny bikini top.
Behind her, Mallek loomed large, his eyes fixated on the theatrics of Sydney's behind, displaying a bright pink thong that split her ass crack wide open like ripe peaches. His gaze moved down to observe her side cleavage, the flirtatious swell that would make any man groan.
Jonathan, observing the scene through the viewfinder, carefully adjusted his camera. He noticed Sydney's husband clad in Gucci boxers, his crotch stirring not only from her ample cleavage but also from the sight of his wife's innocent smile.
Mallek's breath warmed her neck with each inhale, sending shivers down Sydney's spine. As his hands appeared, she felt her nipples harden firmly against the fabric of her bikini top, begging for release. His large hands slid under the fabric, ready to claim their prize. Her nipples quivered as they were caressed, her chest rising and falling with each sigh.
From his vantage point, Jonathan zoomed in to capture every second of the onscreen pleasure.
As Mallek squeezed and fondled her breasts in his massive hands, Sydney groaned and arched her back. The pressurerollercoastered between gentle to demanding, her body craving more. Simultaneously, Mallek's finger and thumb encircled her right nipple, trapped between them like a butterfly. The iron-like grip had Sydney rising on her tiptoes, yearning for release.
Suddenly, she was yanked backwards, her body forced into Mallek's powerful legs into a deep embrace. His fingers caressing her breasts proved too much to bear as Sydney's world shook from pleasure.
Jonathan watched with excitement as Mallek bent for Sydney's exposed neck, his lips licked and sucked from the base to her temples. His actions triggered flexing thighs, signaling an orgasm about to take over. Her belly tightened, shaking uncontrollably as she succumbed to the pleasurewave, her legs quaking beneath her.
Mallek moved swiftly without forewarning, his gigantic arm slithered down as his right hand landed on Sydney's nether region. He fingered her labia majora from the outside of her bikini bottom. He then discarded the fragile material, his middle finger caressed the folds between Sydney's bulging camel toe. Mallek sensed her glistening flesh and savored the aroma of her arousal. She was an amorous beast, yearning to be ravished.
Sydney was still recovering from the climax brought on by her nipples being stroked. However, she was unexpectedly surprised by Mallek's fingers, which were roughly 5 to 6 inches long. His finger size resembled her husband, Jonathan's, erect penis. Right now, this digit was sliding up and down her moist slit. Sydney's vaginal lips opened and revealed themselves like a maiden longing for her king.
"Eh geeeeddaaaawwwws!" she moaned and lowered her head, as Mallek embedded merely a few inches of his middle finger into her damp folds.
"My dear, you're exceptionally tight," he whispered into her ear. "We'll need to have intercourse several times before your cunt can accommodate my full size. Countless times, every day." It felt like an oath.
Sydney's hips kicked into motion, and her quivering legs were wobbling. Mallek, who had only entered her cunt up to one knuckle, was caressing the sensitive area, positioned just above the ceiling of her vagina. Jonathan's lens captured Sydney's juices traveling down her thighs. Jonathan realized that his own dick was of the same length as Mallek's finger. At this moment, Mallek's finger was stimulating Sydney's G-spot. Sydney's frame was rocked by an orgasm that left her moaning and whimpering. "Ohh shiiiitttt!"
She then became weak, and Mallek managed to lower her body onto the leather chaise behind them.
Jonathan's camera followed Sydney's writhing forms as they landed on the chaise.
Mallek moved past Sydney, sat down on the chaise, and cradled her chin in his palm, raising her head. He swiped his finger coated with her own secretions on her lips. Sydney caught both herself and her husband off guard, as her lips slowly parted, and her small pink tongue emerged to lick Mallek's muscled finger. The middle finger that had pleasured her vagina at that very moment. She sucked it as she would suck her husband's penis.
Abruptly, the entire house lost power. In the blackness, Sydney wailed.
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