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Chapter 7 by ThePinkPiccolo ThePinkPiccolo

What's next?

An explanation

“So, what gives?” I said, asking the black girl who spoke some English. “What makes 6 pregnant women hang out here just to be my fucktoys?”

She looked back at me in confusion. I tried again. “Why are you here?” I said more simply.

She still looked confused, but she seemed ready to try an answer. As if explaining to a simpleton, she said, “because Ruritania demands it”.

Huh? I wondered. What the hell did that mean?

She must have seen the bafflement on my face, so in her vampiric accent, she elaborated. “We have been told us that it is good for state that we are here”. The bafflement was still obviously visible, so she elaborated, "and, that you are rich pervert, but if we keep you happy then Ruritania will be saved".

I nodded slowly. I reached out my hand and casually caressed her left boob contemplating that statement and what it might mean generally. "Soooo," I said after a while, "If I were to take a piss in your mouth and ask you to drink it?"

She looked momentarily aghast then found her resolve and said quickly, "then I would be happy to, knowing that this was for good of my country". Her eyes glanced around her though, as if the statement was for the benefit of someone else's ears other than mine.

Hmm. I thought. Is the place bugged? Of course it must be. And that meant that the girls here were what, maybe not entirely patriotic... ****? afraid maybe of those listening in? That made sense. But why? Why would the government of Ruritania go to such lengths that they would intimidate their own citizens enough that a bunch of pregnant women were willing to suck my dick, and potentially even drink my pee?

I should find out.

"What's your name honey?" I asked the black woman.

"Aivlys sir".

"Great... um, Aivlys?" I ventured, trying to get my tongue around the girl's unusual name. "Ok, you're my new translator. Come on, you're coming with me.", and with that I took her by the hand and led her back out onto the street to my waiting group of minders and the government representative who's name I had forgotten already.

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