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by Arthurtranslated by Gillian B |
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She only had to wait ten minutes, but it seemed to be an eternity to the Director, kneeling painfully on the wooden bar. "At least it's round," she thought to herself, shuddering at the thought of the torment she would have had to endure had the bar been triangular.
The head of the organisation made an entrance as theatrical as one could ask to see. A pale red light illuminated the door as she crossed the threshold majestically, with her long black braided hair flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a panther skin robe cinched at the waist by a braided leather belt. The robe was very short and almost reached the tops of thigh-length antelope skin boots moulded to her long legs. Her wide, magnificent eyes brilliant within her beautiful ebony face were highlit in pale pink as were the full lips of her imperious mouth. Two guards followed her, matching her slow measured pace, each with a sub-machine gun under a bare arm. They were less muscular than the giantess but nevertheless well built, their athletic bodies emphasised by their panther skin tunics knotted on the left shoulder, leaving the right shoulder completely bare.
"If this organisation wants to conquer the world," the Director said to herself, dazzled by the beauty of the woman who had just come to a halt in front of her, "they can put forward arguments that few men will be able to resist."
The Director observed that, other than Mariko, all the members of this mysterious organisation seemed to be of African origin.
The woman stood for a few minutes studying the prisoner who withstood her gaze unflinchingly. Her cold, expressionless face showed a glint of amusement when the Director twisted slightly in an effort to relieve her knees which were beginning to cause her great pain.
"So, here we have the famous Director," she pronounced at length.
The director shook her head.
"Captive but not defeated, it would seem," the woman commented, impressed by the expression in the Director's eyes; steady and determined, despite the bonds which twisted her arms up behind her back, the rope cutting into her crotch, her knees in pain from the bar and the gag which distended her cheeks. Most people in her place would be uncomfortable to say the very least. If she were, the Director never allowed it to show.
The woman in her panther-skin robe held a riding crop in her right hand. She tapped the palm of her left hand with it as she circled her catch, admiring the way her arms were twisted behind her back.
The Director felt like a child punished by a headmistress, on her knees and with her hands behind her back. However, there was only a passing resemblance. After all, a naughty child is not forced to kneel on a bar, gagged with her own panties, a rope cutting into her crotch and her arms twisted behind her back and bound!
"Remove her gag!"
Li-Anne untied the stocking knotted at the nape of the prisoner's neck and helped extract the panties which the Director pushed out with her tongue. She held the saliva-soaked cloth by the tips of her fingers and, with an expression of disgust, threw it aside. The Director moved her jaw to loosen it while the beautiful black woman returned to her position in front of her.
"Welcome to the kingdom of the Makouris, my dear lady," she said with an ironic smile.
The Director returned her gaze, "I would appreciate the welcome more if you were to have me untied and allowed me to rise."
The woman placed a foot against her chest and pushed her gently back a few centimetres. "Sorry, my dear, but it is in this position that captives must be presented to Khamba, eternal Queen of the Makouris." "The Makouris?" asked the director, nonplussed.
The Queen was about to answer when a hubbub drew everyone's attention to the entrance from the hall. Li-Anne trembled and the Director steeled herself not to let anything of her emotions show. Li-Anne's half-sister was brought in, pushed by a guard, another ebony athlete in the panther-skin uniform.
"But I am Mariko! I am Mariko!" the slender girl protested. The guard poked her with the barrel of her gun.
"This girl claims to be Mariko, O powerful Queen," explained the guard, holding Mariko by her left arm, which was twisted behind her back.
Li-Anne noted that her half-sister was bound as she had been left in the dungeon, except that her legs had been untied. Mariko had therefore remained captive while Li-Anne went to 'kidnap' the Director. She would have to play a cautious game. Seeing the Queen's questioning look, she rushed over to her half-sister and slapped her as she turned to the guard. "Why did you leave the dungeon? I did not authorise it!"
The girl turned to the Queen, anxious in the face of Li-Anne's fury. "Your Majesty, I meant no wrong. I only wanted to give the prisoner something to drink and when I removed her gag, she told me she was really Mariko. I did not believe it but she was so insistent that I really had to release her legs and bring her here before you, but I kept her arms securely bound."
Li-Anne's heart skipped a beat as she heard Queen Khamba answer quietly, "You were quite right. We can easily verify her identity."
The Director twisted her hands, pinioned behind her back. The situation smelled of danger and she was powerless, completely helpless while Mariko waited, legs akimbo, arms bound behind her back, looking at her half-sister with a faint smile.
The Queen pointed to Mariko and said to the guard, "Pull her panties down."
Mariko did not falter while two black fingers slid under the fabric, drawing her sheer panties down over her hips. Indeed, she tightened her stomach muscles to display her mound better. Just above the bush of black hair, a small green and yellow snake was tattooed on her skin. Mariko grinned broadly at her half-sister, "A small detail that you didn't know about, little sister. The only way to tell us apart, it's true but..."
Without hesitation, Li-Anne launched herself forwards. With a kick, she dazed the giantess, then, spinning round, disarmed the two guards who protected the Queen. She was about to pounce on Khamba, when two black arms grabbed her from behind, coming up under her armpits to grip the back of her neck. The grip was firm but not enough to hold Li-Anne, who, with a twist of the hip made the third guard somersault over her. Lithe as a snake, she dived for the floor, and rolled to reach a machine-gun dropped by one of the guards. As she closed her hand, she let out a piercing cry. A bare foot had crushed her hand. At the same time, she felt a violent blow to her back. It was Mariko. Her arms were still bound behind her back but her feet were free. And she knew how to use them.
Li-Anne rolled on her side to escape her half-sister's feet, but another foot struck her a terrific blow on her side. Four strong arms gripped her by the shoulders and raised her up. It was the Queen's two bodyguards, who had recovered quickly. The two girls in their panther-skin tunics held Li-Anne firmly. She blanched as she found herself face to face with the giantess, whose expression suggested that she had not appreciated being kicked on the chin. With a malevolent grin, she leapt forward and delivered a devastating punch to Li-Anne's stomach. Li-Anne doubled over in pain, despite the guards' hands supporting her. The guards hauled her upright to receive a second punch. Completely winded, Li-Anne could not prevent them from holding her up for a third punch.
"Enough!" ordered the Queen, her voice brooking no argument. "Sangra, you will kill her. It is still too soon for that. Bind her securely and return her to the dungeon. She will give us some peace that way."
"If you please, Your Majesty," Mariko asked, "let me tie her up. I am due my revenge."
"You are due nothing from me," answered the Queen severely, "since through your error, you almost ruined my plan! You will remain bound until I decide differently.
Mariko bowed her head in submission. The Queen's orders were without appeal. She remained standing, her arms bound behind her while Sangra took a long length of rope. The two guards had let go of Li-Anne and retrieved their weapons. One kept her gun trained on Li-Anne while the other held hers pressed against the Director's temple.
"Strip!" the giantess ordered as she unwound the rope.
Li-Anne had recovered her breath. She was standing upright again when the order came. As she appeared not to wish to comply, the black giantess raised her huge fist. Li-Anne understood her position immediately; she had just been overpowered by four terrifying opponents, five, counting Mariko, who despite her bound arms had played a part in her defeat. Having been devastated by the giantess's punches, she did not want to start another unequal fight which would lead to her sustaining more damage.
"OK, keep cool," she said, lowering her arms to within a few inches of her thighs. With a sigh of resignation and an apologetic glance towards the Director, still kneeling impassively, she unzipped her leather suit at the shoulders. She worked as quickly as possible so as not to give the impression of putting on a striptease. In less than a minute she was almost completely naked, wearing only her black and purple panties. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Strip completely," the giantess insisted, her tone threatening.
Li-Anne pursed her lips and glanced at the panties which represented the last bastion of her modesty. Very slowly, she slipped them down the length of her fine golden thighs. She offered the panties to the giantess. "I expect you want to use these to gag me?" she asked, in a tone of appeasement.
"No, I have something better for that..." retorted the ebony giantess.
One of the guards had gone to fetch another bundle of ropes. Sangra tossed them down on the floor behind Li-Anne, keeping one in her hands. Circling round the young woman, she brutally pulled her arms back behind her and bound her wrists with her hands palm to palm. The woman had colossal strength and Li-Anne's arms had been twisted very painfully. She had been too surprised to hold back her gasp of pain. In the face of the guards' derision, she bit her lip to deny them the pleasure of hearing her cry out.
The giantess had bound Li-Anne's wrists firmly. The rope was a long one and she continued to wind it round Li-Anne's forearms. She knotted it just below the elbows and brought the rope down to pass below the wrist binding and then up again towards the elbows, where she tied a secure knot, pulling hard on the rope to form a cinch. Li-Anne's forearms were now clamped firmly to each other, locked in a sleeve of rough hemp encircling them from wrist to elbow. Sangra stepped back to admire the visual effect
of her ropework. Li-Anne's shoulders were pulled back and her pretty pear-shaped breasts thrust forwards. Sangra decided to accentuate the curve of her prisoner's back still further. She ran a second rope behind Li-Anne's neck and brought it under her armpits, above her bound elbows, drawing them still closer together. Li-Anne bit her lip in vain; she could not hold back a moan when the knot cruelly bit into the skin of her right arm.
"Is my pretty girl not feeling well?" mocked Sangra cruelly. "You will get used to it. Pain is not so very different from pleasure, you know."
To start with, the Queen had watched the giantess's work but now had lost interest and turned her attention back to the Director, who waited discreetly, as she needs must, watching events unfold.
"A few moments ago you asked me who the Makouris were," Khamba recapped as Sangra tied another rope, thicker than the others around Li-Anne's slender waist. "The Makouris were our ancestors. I need not remind you how the blacks of America were torn from their land in Africa. So it was with our ancestors, who had built a kingdom fortified by the mountains surrounding it."
Sangra's large black fingers opened Li-Anne's crotch. Li-Anne was blushing deeply at the indignity of being handled like this. She took some consolation that no-one but Sangra seemed to be interested in her fate any more. The Queen continued her account, while she was being bound. She felt less exposed, but a glance at Mariko showed her that she was not missing any detail of her half-sister being tied up by the giantess. Mariko stood to one side, casually leaning on a pillar, her gaze riveted to Li-Anne's crotch, now split by the thick rope around her waist, which the giantess drew up between her buttocks, pulling with all her might. Li-Anne tipped her head back to cry out in pain but only let out a deep moan then pursed her lips in a pained grimace as the giantess fastened the rope to her wrist binding.
"Very neat, that big white rope making a track through your bush," commented Mariko in a low voice. Li-Anne heard this aside and blushed more deeply with shame. To be exposed naked like this was in itself an attack on her modesty, but to be bound with this thick rope pressing into her crotch, especially with her half-sister watching, was absolutely unbearable. She hung her head to hide the tears welling up in her tightly shut eyes.
The Queen was telling the story of how the Makouris Amazons were defeated after dominating the heart of Africa for centuries. They had been overcome by an army of Wapiris, engaged by a small troop of slave traders. Their firearms had got the better of the proud women warriors. Those who had nod died in the battle were roped together and carried off to the coast, where the slavers chained them up in the hold of their ship for the terrible voyage to the slave markets of the southern United States.
Khamba was interrupted by Li-Anne, protesting vehemently, "You will not put those revolting things in my mouth! No way!"
Sangra had removed her heavy combat boots and taken off her thick woollen socks. She had rolled one into a ball, which would fill Li-Anne's mouth twice over and pushed it against her lips. Li-Anne wrinkled up her nose in an effort to avoid the odour of Sangra's feet.
"If you don't like the smell, then close up your nose," taunted Sangra, pinching Li-Anne's nose between her powerful fingers. Li-Anne resisted for almost two minutes while the Queen broke off her story to observe the scene. Suffocating, Li-Anne at last gave way and opened her mouth wide. Sangra took the opportunity to push the sock between her teeth. With the fingers of one-hand, she held Li-Anne's mouth still, while with the other hand, she forced the stinking fabric behind Li-Anne's teeth. When the sock reached her throat, the dreadful taste was almost too much to bear.
Sangra took the second sock and wrapped it over Li-Anne's mouth, her lips held apart by the first sock. She pulled it tight, then knotted it at the back of her neck. Li-Anne was breathing hard through her nose, suffocated and nauseated by the wool, redolent of foot odour and forcing her mouth wide open.
Li-Anne groaned behind her enormous gag when Sangra slipped two large fingers under the rope which cut into her crotch. The rope was as tight as a violin string and it needed all the giantess's strength to get her fingers between Li-Anne's mound and the hemp. She tugged sharply leading her prisoner, surprised and in pain, towards the door.
"Back to the dungeon!" she instructed, steering her victim towards the dank cellars.