Milked, Volumes Five Through Eight

by Alex Carlsbad

  He moved forward and gently started planting kisses all across her beautiful oval face.

  Jennifer was happy and yet her belly tightened every time she thought of the precarious nature of her situation. She still could not believe how much things had changed the last couple of years. Dark and brooding skies, the thunder of distant battles echoing from behind the horizon, and the almost constant, soul-grinding solitude had become the norm of the day. Oh how far the world had fallen!

  Born and raised in Philadelphia, Jennifer had gone to Harvard where she earned her undergraduate degree in business administration. There she met Ben.

  The sky had been the limit back then. Very young and totally in love, they had decided to opt for a clean new start in London. Ben was able to quickly land a job with one of the big multinational banks in the Citi.

  Then the financial crash struck and virtually overnight nobody was hiring business graduates anymore. Things slowly deteriorated and soon the little family had eaten through their entire savings.

  Late one evening, Jenny accidentally made the acquaintance Mr. Costas, their neighbor next door. Seeing the dire straits of the young couple he suggested that Jenny use his website to sell her breast milk. To her surprise and consternation, she discovered that there existed a sizable group of individuals across the world that paid large sums of money for a young white woman's milk. One thing led to another and soon on a trip to Africa she met Mr. Inoukoue. He took her under his protection and changed her world for her.

  For many months Jennifer stuck to making trips between Nigeria and London where Ben stayed to take care of their daughter while doing odd jobs in the hope that the global situation would improve and the economy would soon pick up again.

  That was when the virus hit. They called it the Barbie Plague because it selectively appeared to target young blond women with blue eyes. She was in Africa when she first heard about it. It seemed so unbelievable that a disease could selectively target people based on their appearance! Surely it couldn't be true!

  Late one night, Jenny decided to risk it all. She felt she was going to go crazy with homesickness. She had to board a plane for England! So what if she got sick? So what if she never got pregnant again? She already had Melody. How many childless couples would give anything just so they had one beautiful smart kid like Melody.

  Mr. Inoukoue however wouldn’t allow it. He simply wouldn’t permit that young beautiful Jenny would throw away her chance at ever becoming a mother again. He yelled at her and told her she was out of her mind. He threatened to imprison her, if that was what it would take to keep her healthy.

  He arranged for her to stay at a remote cottage in the jungle in Zimbabwe. Now her only contact with her two-year-old daughter Melody and Ben was via the Internet. They frequently talked on Skype and that was as good as it got.

  Soon Jennifer realized how happy she would have been to simply be able to turn back time to when she could at least still visit with her family.

  She knew she was growing more and more lonely and desperate with every passing day. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before she went crazy and simply made a run for it through the jungle.

  At least they had money, money that Xavier Inoukoue gave her in exchange for being his consort.

  The Crisis had devastated the world leaving many millions of people shell-shocked and in abject poverty.

  Still, it had taken her many sleepless nights to come to terms with the reality of her personal circumstance. She simply could not tell her husband the truth about the real source of her new income. Jenny knew Ben well. The truth would shatter him. It would most probably break any man and split any marriage asunder.

  She, Jennifer Smith, was now, for all intents and purposes the de facto concubine of a powerful African warlord. A slut. A whore. She wiped a lonely tear that rolled down her cheek. In return for a generous and steady source of income she was the modern incarnation of a live-in concubine.

  Instead of the truth, Jennifer knew Ben still clung to the thought that she had a job with an African company in Nigeria.

  How far she had fallen!

  “Jenny, you have to come see that!” Xavier’s voice boomed from up ahead. She had joined Inoukoue for a late afternoon stroll through the jungle.

  “Coming,” she yelled trying to sound happy and chipper. What would life be without Mr. Inoukoue? Bleak, brutal and short, that’s for sure.

  Jennifer and her bodyguards rounded a bend in the road and came up against the most breathtaking view she had ever seen in her life. Victoria Falls! Roiling mists slowly moved across the vista of waterfalls and canyons that ran for mile upon mile of luscious jungle before her eyes. It was exquisite! Like something straight out of her honeymoon, the one she and Ben had never had a chance to take.

  “Aaah!” she screamed and then broke down in giggles. A strong arm grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up in the air swirling her in a circle like a little child.

  “My beautiful American mistress,” laughed Mr. Inoukoue holding her petite figure as he danced around making her long blond curls sway about as she giggled and surrendered herself to the joy of the moment.

  “You are bad!” she laughed and playfully batted at his muscular chest as he slowly brought her down to the ground.

  “I am very bad indeed, my love. Some would say I am even evil. But that is why I can have someone like you in my life. This alone makes selling my soul to the Devil worth it. I am delighted that groveling little merchant Costas brought you to me.”

  He saw her features cloud and mercifully moved on to a different topic.

  “I wanted you to see this,” he said. “You deserve it. Come,” he motioned for their bodyguards to stay back as he took her by the hand and led her down a meandering path to an outcrop of rocks where they both sat.

  Straight ahead were the Victoria Falls, one of the most spectacular waterfalls in the entire world. Gone were the tourists, afraid or unable to travel. All that remained was the wild and powerful Jungle.

  For a minute Jennifer felt as if she had been transported into another universe.

  A soft moan escaped her lips.

  Xavier placed a big hand on her shoulder gently caressing the nape of her neck where he knew was a spot that was favorite to them both.

  “You don’t like Victoria Falls?” He asked carefully.

  “It is not that,” she replied shaking her head. The big man behind her remained silent for a long while.

  “I know,” he said quietly. “I always knew our thing could not last. Africa is fun for a while, but it was too much to ask you to remain with me.”

  Jennifer shivered at his words. “Oh no! No, it’s not like that,” she tried to imbue her words with a sincerity she did not feel. “I, I love you.” Mr. Inoukoue placed a big finger on her lips.

  “Shush now,” he smiled sadly. “Don’t worry, I will never throw you back out on the street. You and your family will be taken care off one way or another.” He brought both hands up to cradle her face. She felt almost infantile in his massive presence. “I have made arrangements for your safety, pretty Jenny. Soon you leave me and rejoin your family, very soon.”

  It was all too much. She started sobbing pitifully as tears poured down her cheeks.

  “Come,” he said and brought her in and hugged her tightly.

  Jennifer buried her face in his white cotton shirt. Soon it was wet with her tears.

  He cradled her head caressing her with his big hands. He could be so incredibly gentle for a man of his size. Jennifer looked up at him.

  “Thank you,” she said. He nodded and hugged her tighter as they watched the sun start to dip over the horizon. Far away, birds commenced their evening lullabies.

  She was almost completely relaxed when she felt his big familiar hands slowly fall to caress her chest. She leaned back against him and smiled. He drew gentle circles around her sensitive nipples through the thick army-issue shirt she was wearing. He had insisted that in spite of the hea
t, she had to ware clothes made out of thick material so that if her breasts leaked, it would not be readily apparent to the ever-present bodyguards around. She had grown accustomed to the big man’s lovemaking and now surrendered herself to the feel of his rough skin as his hands found their way underneath the garment and cupped her naked breasts.

  She smiled.

  She thought of her breasts. Inoukoue had been smitten with her bosom from the very start. She felt his hard cock spring to life.

  Suddenly she felt his hand grab both her wrists holding them in one hand like one would hold a small child.

  Instinctively Jennifer knew what that meant. A couple of weeks back he had confided in her how much he loved role-play. Through trial and error they had discovered that the fantasy that seemed to excite them most was the one where he was the caveman brute and she enacted the part of an innocent white girl about to be abducted.

  Instinctively she let a soft whimper escape her clenched throat. Inoukoue pulled her arms straight back making her bend forward at the waist. With a powerful shove from his heavy boot he pushed her forward and she tumbled in the grass.

  “Undress!” he bellowed.

  With shaking hands Jenny played her part, unbuttoning and shedding her clothes. For every garment she took off, Xavier removed one off too.

  Soon both master and concubine were naked like the day they had been born. She felt herself grow hot and excited as he towered tall above her naked form.

  Her breath came hot and quick and her eyes blazed with desire. Suddenly he was at her side and she was in his arms. He could feel her heart beat wildly like a little bird against his chest. He looked down at her and delved into her soul as his eyes pierced hers. Her lips quivered beneath his stare as he held her captive in his embrace. Words tried to come out of her panting lips but remained inaudible.

  “Take me, Master,” she thought. “Take me for I am yours.”

  “I will take you like the little wanton slave in heat you are,” he growled, “but first I want to feed on you.” Immediately Jennifer sat up in the grass knowing exactly her master’s favorite feeding position.

  “Come, please,” she whimpered. “Drink my milk and enjoy this small gift I can give you, master.”

  Slowly the big strong colossus laid on the ground placing his enormous head in her lap. She bent forward making it easier for his lips to latch onto her breast. He started drinking immediately.

  She felt every pull of his with the very center of her body. Every gulp he took made her body quiver with love and tenderness. She moaned as her hand absently played with the thick black curls of her master’s hair.

  Every time he swallowed her milk, a small part of her unraveled. She felt naked and vulnerable being made to submit herself in that most intimate way. She felt him groan as he moved onto her second titty. She felt her body melt into his mouth.

  Time slowed down to a trickle and Jennifer felt herself relax into a trancelike state. She almost did not notice when her master gently took hold of her wrist again and brought both her arms behind her back where he clasped them in place.

  Soon he was done and Jennifer brought her lips down to his. They kissed like they had never kissed before. She opened her lips and their tongues met, hot, wet and hungry. He nibbled at her lip, sending sudden little waves of pleasure then pain that wiggled and writhed causing an indescribable tornado of feelings run through her body. With his free hand he found her feet and soon started massaging her ankles and toes.

  His kiss became kisses. He kissed her on the lips on the neck covering her face in little pecks of love and adoration.

  “Do you want this?” She looked up into his eyes and saw only dark lust and far.

  “I so want you, master,” she said and he pulled her towards him like as if she weighed nothing.

  Suddenly his hands were everywhere all at once. She felt him grip the back of her neck and tilt her head so that he could kiss all along its length. She tried to reach for his manhood but he slapped her hands away. His lips slowly found their way back to her nipples that he then covered with his mouth. She felt herself being pushed back into the dirt as he covered her with his toned and powerful body. She stroked her hands up and down the canyons of muscles and sinews where his back morphed into his tight waist and buttocks.

  Suddenly he groaned and sat up. She had seen his cock many times already. She had felt its glorious thickness caress her insides countless nights but now his erection was right in front of her, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun, it glistened with pre-cum, hard and throbbing. Jennifer knew then that all she wanted in this instant was to feel it in her.

  “Spread your legs for me, slave,” he growled.

  Her body was already fully on display for her dark master. With trembling hands she reached down and held onto her knees pulling her legs back and out, opening up herself to be ravished.

  “Thank you, master,” Jennifer squeaked when she felt the first touch of his giant head. Then she screamed as he suddenly impaled her in one long smooth stroke. His gargantuan cock stretched her out. She felt the shock to the core and then another as he withdrew and pushed forward again.

  “Tell me do you want me?” He said accentuating his words with thrusts that made her breasts bounce. He was working her stronger than he had ever done before.

  His passion felt like lava and his cock like a piston of flame sending tears to her eyes. The rush of pleasure roiling through her body was nearly unbearable.

  “Answer me, bitch, do you want me.” Again, he accelerated his thrusts as his fingers dug into the skin of her shoulders. Pain and pleasure joined in waves falling over her body eliciting electric jolts that started at her center and only grew in strength as they cascaded in waves roiling throughout her taught body.

  “Yes, master, I want you,” she cried out as he brought down his giant pelvis crushing her against the ground. Fresh waves of tears boiled up and sprang down her cheeks.

  “Master, please!” she screamed incoherently. “Please! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  Jennifer felt her orgasm building. She felt it roaring in from all directions at once. He slammed against her again and she screamed in response.

  “Yes master, yes master, yes master,” she babbled and soon the words lost their meaning and she was moaning and whining pitifully in the throes of her ecstasy. She was totally helpless before this onslaught of pure power as he beat down on her.

  He plunged one more time all the way in to the hilt and as she felt his thick scrotum rub against the cheeks of her ass, her climax came like a tidal wave. The roaring element burst across her and all of a sudden her legs gave out and flopped down from where she had wrapped them around her master’s pelvis. Her body redirected every last ounce of energy to her pussy that convulsed and squeezed around his thick girth.

  Somewhere far away she heard him groan and then she knew he was coming too. His proud black cock was emptying itself at the very center of her body! She felt muscles that had forever been out of her control take charge and milk it for all that she was worth. She felt droplets of sweat trickle down from his chest and face raining down across her panting face.

  Behind them, unknown to either Jennifer or her lover, a man lay. Covered in jungle camouflage, he didn’t smile, or show any hint of satisfaction at having witnessed the primal scene of lust that the two lovers had just enacted before his eyes. He merely adjusted the focus of his camera and made sure that the video feed continued uninterrupted.

  Submitting to Her New Master

  They could not keep their hands off each other. The jet-black Mercedes limousine purred like a giant cat as it cornered the turn into the presidential compound. Jenny giggled and looked up for the millionth time to check the rearview mirror and make sure the driver wasn't copping a look. Ben laughed as he playfully moved his hands up her thighs.

  "Stop that!" She whispered. "Think of the impression you're making!"

  "Why? Who cares what the driver thinks? I haven't been with you in
ages," Ben replied renewing his efforts to get his hands under Jenny's dress. "If anything, he is probably wondering why I haven't taken you already. In fact now that you mention it, I am worried about the impression I am making. He probably thinks I am weak and indecisive for not making up for lost time right now. You don't want to start a rumor about how weak and indecisive the president's new financial advisor is, do you?"

  Jenny was going to laugh but upon second thought, she decided Ben maybe had a point. A couple of tourist brochures on the inbound flight notwithstanding Kazakhstan might as well be the dark side of the moon.

  "Just then a little sound came from the car seat by them. Immediately both parents forgot what they were doing and turned to look at their little precious bundle of joy.

  "I cannot believe how much she has grown," whispered Jenny as she leaned in to kiss Melody’s tiny button of a nose. The two-year old giggled and waved her hands in the air.

  "I know," Ben agreed. "Her hair is going to be just like yours. Future heartbreaker right there!" Jenny nudged him in the ribs and was about to say something when the limo came to a stop and almost instantaneously a finely dressed attendant opened their door.

  "Welcome to his Excellence the President of Kazakhstan's home," the man said. Behind him Jenny could see two elderly women dressed in the traditional garb of the country barely able to contain their excitement.

  "You must be Jennifer," said one of them grasping Jenny's hand just as she stepped out of the car.

  "And this there must be your beautiful daughter!" Exclaimed the second. They completely ignored Ben and this made Jenny smile.