Darkest Africa. (Shemale on Male, Shemale on Female, Femdom, Rough, Docking, pregs)

Warning! This story will undoubtedly have very strong racial tones. If this bothers you, don't go any farther. Personally I find racism offensive in real life, but in this context, it's just part and parcel to the native's delightfully primitive sexual culture.

After all, this is a story about a tribe of African shemales breeding and using a white boy and his mother for their personal pleasures. It's also going deep into the realm of fantasy, so don't be shocked by boys getting ass pregnant by shemale cock! Yes, it's going to get a bit wild out there in Darkest Africa...

Also, the first chapter is a bit of a tease, just to set up the tone and story. Don't worry, when things get rolling, the goo will be thick and heavy. :D

Darkest Africa, an Erotic Serial.

Chapter One: The Crash.

Summer 1963. Somewhere over the plains of a mythical Africa, a small engine plane was having trouble over seldom visited tribal lands...

Amber DeClark and her son Adam gripped their seats with white knuckles as the tiny plane's engine sputtered, misfired, and then suddenly went dead. Only the sound of the wind and the pilots frantic pounding on the control panel remained.

“God, we're going to die! I knew this fucking trip was a mistake.”

Amber was terrified and rightly so, the plane was gliding now over a mass expanse of formless black. There was no way they could make it to civilization.

Adam said nothing, the willowy teen stared in terror out his window, wondering if this would be his last moments on earth.

“Damn it! We're not dead yet so keep it together! When we land, get out of the plane, but don't go far. Our best chance to get rescued is if we keep close to it.”

Chuck, the bearded bush pilot they hired, fought the controls and slowly brought the plane down. He hoped to land in tall grass, though he couldn't see where he was going.

The plane bumped the ground hard twice, the window shattering and throwing glass everywhere. Then as they screamed their lungs out, the plane hit a tree. Only silence followed.

Adam felt odd as he woke up, realizing that he was being carried. His arms and legs were securely tied around a long wooden pole. His body ached all over but he really didn't feel like anything was broken. It must have been early morning, he could see the light of the sun coming up.

“Where... Am I...” Adam muttered softly, looking around to see what was going on. His position was rather restricted, but he could see the face of a native woman shouldering the back end of his pole. His arms and legs were tied around the pole with thick leather strips. The native woman's skin was a dark brown, her hair done up in some kind of tribal braiding. She smiled at him as he looked at her, saying something in her tongue. Bizarrely, he felt her hand eagerly grope his bottom, aggressively gripping his cheeks through the fabric of his pants while she talked.

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