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You drop the struggling, squealing girl onto some floor pillows and tear the last of the filmy undergarments from her pale young body. Djuba laughs at her struggles, his black cock thick and erect as he watches her trying to maintain any shred of dignity.

"Nooo! Goddess Noooo! Lippi, please! Please Stop!" the frantic girl begs as you finish stripping her. She is nothing like the maidens of your village, her hips are slender, she has no ass and her breasts don't even fill your hands.

If you didn't know she was eighteen you would have guessed that this is the just-budding figure of a much younger girl, but what you are interested in now is not a wife fit to bear your warrior sons, but a way to punish the family that humiliated and abused you for the past year.

"You didn't say 'please' or 'thank you' to Lippy when you saw him sweating in the garden yesterday, did you Missy?" you growl. "Yesterday Lippy was just a dumb **** that your family could order and slap and have whipped as they wanted." The young woman's clear blue eyes blink with tears, but she doesn't try to deny what you are saying. "Things they change. You don't got no power no more." Every bit of anger and humiliation that you've been holding back fuels your desires now and you growl fiercely into the crying young woman's pretty ear. "You just a helpless little girl who can scream all she like; you be seeing what a black-skinned warrior do to a pretty little white girl when he catch her."

"Don't! Lippy, Listen to me!" Mistress Tarla shouts frantically. "I know you're angry, and I know you want ****, but listen. If the city falls none of us will be safe, not you either. If you help get us to safety, you can have any reward you can name." You can only imagine the things that this woman could give you, and you intend to find out, but first there is an important task to finish. When Mistress Tarla sees you pulling down your frayed trousers, she redoubles her efforts. " I'll free you! I'll sign the papers so you can go home!" You pause, that was a tempting incentive and Tarla picks up on your interest. "I'll free you and Djuba both! And give you money too so you can get home. Please, Lippy have mercy!"

"Shut up," Djuba growls, prodding her with his foot. "You want mercy from us when you treated us like dirt. Ain't no mercy for you." He is stroking his cock in his hand as he adds, "Or your pretty daughters."

"Oh Goddess, I'm so sorry! So sorry for how I treated you! It was all my fault! I was the one who was cruel, not my innocent daughters!" As if she finally realizes that there is another way to tempt a man, she changes the nature of her pleas. "Take me instead! Use me as you will, both of you! **** your big black cocks into all my holes! Slake your vengeance on me but let my baby go, she's only just come of age!"

"We gonna take you anyway," you growl. "You're offering something we already have."

"But I will serve you willingly," the buxom matron begs, softening her voice as she looks up at you. "I am not without....skills. I can give you pleasures that you would not get from simply **** me. I can do things...things you've never felt....I have tricks...I will do all this and more if you let my daughters go. Please Lippy...Djuba...have mercy...and claim me as your ****..."