The dark side of the palace

General Okeme, the supreme leader of Lumumba, barked an order in his native tongue. The four guards immediately reached down, pulled the two young women from the carpet, and easily carried them out of the Presidential Office through a secret doorway and down a long flight of stairs.

Brooke and Debbie struggled and protested, but the guards were much too powerful and their cries fell on deaf ears. these guards were specially trained and totally loyal to the President. Soon the two women were carried into what could only be called a dungeon. A large windowless room of thick stone and heavy beams. Solid wooden tables filled the center of the room while the walls were lined with heavy iron rings and racks of instruments of ****. The girls were forcefully tossed to the cold stone floor.

"You can't do..." Brooke, who had never been treated so disrespectfully, started to rise in protest.

"Auggggggggggg!" Her protest was transformed into a ear-piercing scream. One of the guards had pressed a cattle prod against her firm ass and had pulled the trigger. She had never felt such pain.

"I wonder how long it will take you white bitches to learn you first lessons?" General Okeme had followed the girls down into the dungeon. "The first rule is never to speak, never to even open your mouth unless your superior gives permission."

"Please, sir, we are on a mission of peace and...." Debbie never got to finish her explanation. At the nod of the General, the guard kicked her, rolling her on her back, pressed the cattle prod against her supple breast, and released the current.

Debbie screamed in pain, a pain so intense her bladder released. A pool of piss quickly formed under her body. The guards noticed, laughed, and pointed out the mishap to their leader.

"You pigs foul the floor of my palace!" The General stormed toward the girls. "Strip off those rags you are wearing and clean the floor!"

The girls looked up at the monster and then at each other. Terror filled their eyes.