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Aunt swears nephew to secrecy over an erotic night.

The King bellowed, "Of course, of course, yes, yes. Which one?" I pointed at the blue eyed one. The King clapped his hands as he ordered his servants who were always standing near. "Unshackle her. Take off her clothes. Bring me her papers."

I stood there with my mouth open. Sasheed just laughed. Shaking his head he whispered to me, "Do you have any idea what you have just done?"

From his tone and expression, I knew that I had gotten myself into something. I formed the word "what," as the King brought her papers over for me to look at. As they were handed to me, Sasheed said, "The girl is now your property. My father is giving her to you. And, my friend, don't even think for a second of rejecting a gift from the King.

My mind was spinning as I looked at the papers. She had been kidnapped during a raid on property owned by the church that her parents were missionaries for. Both her parents were killed. She and they were Dutch. Her cost to the King? A mere $400.00. Pocket change. The King kissed me again on both cheeks. I wish he would stop that shit. He handed me a paper giving me ownership of the girl.

She was standing naked. He eyes were downcast. There were black and blue marks on her from a beating. Her body was average. Her breasts were small. A natural blonde with an untrimmed pussy.

Abruptly, the King announced that he had business to attend to as he departed.

"What the hell will I do with her now?"

"Fuck her, or anything that you want to."

"I don't mean that. How do I get her out of the country and into the US.

"Oh, that is nothing. I will get diplomatic papers for her that will allow you to take her anywhere, unchallenged."

Fearfully the girl cowered before us. I put her black garment around her. Sasheed took me to my bed room. I dragged her along by the hand. I locked the door. I took off her robe again and took her in the shower with me. She just stood there, as I washed her body. Entering the bed room, she tried to curl up in a corner on the floor.

I picked her up, gently laying her on the bed. Stroking her face, I kissed her on the forehead, while covering her with a sheet. She was trembling. I got in the other side, and turned my back to her as I went to sleep. It had been a hell of a day.

Two days later, Sasheed, the girl, who I had named Alena, and I got off that 747 in the good old U. S. of A. I took her with me to the language department at the University. By now, she clung to me like a puppy dog.

We were in luck. Dr. Dan Powers, spoke her language. He was dumbfounded as I relayed my story to him. From time to time, he would look at Alena.

When I finished, he held his chin for several moments. "You know, If this gets out, the authorities will deport her back to Africa. Lord knows what will happen to her then. End up in a whore house would be my guess. Your it. You are all she has got. Her only chance. On the other hand, if you marry her, it would be easy for her to become a citizen, and you can go from there. What do you want me to tell her?"

I sat staring at her. I had come to thinking of her as beautiful. But shit, I had never had a conversation with the girl. Talk about rolling the fucking dice!

I gritted my teeth. Looking at her, I said to Professor Powers. "You tell her the truth about everything. Tell her that I'm just a college student without much money. Tell her that I want to marry her, and make her my wife, not temporary, but permanently. Tell her that she has a choice of that, or I will do my best to set her free, either here or in Canada. What ever she decides."

"Sort of thought you were the kind of guy to choose that path." He turned to face Alena, and spoke non-stop to her for twenty minutes. As he went alone, she looked at me. Her posture straightened. She pointed at me, while speaking to Dr. Powers.

Alena stood up.

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