Governor and Daughter 4 by gaggedKitty23

GOVERNOR AND DAUGHTER – CHAPTER 4The click-clack of heels on concrete descended.

“Hakim, you impudent ass! Salib, you let him do this? You both agreed that you would wait!” The feminine voice snapped at the two men like a whip. Michaela and her father turned to see a woman striding toward them with boldness and confidence. She was at least six feet tall and wore a dazzling white blazer and slacks. The unknown woman had a bronzed complexion, large and vivid gray-green eyes, and what would have been a waterfall of lustrous black hair had been tied up into a long and flowing ponytail.

Hands on hips, she stopped and stared at Salib, then at Hakim.

“I take the risk. I go to arrange our counterfeit documents so that we can leave the country safely, and this is the thanks I get? You would deny me my part in our vengeance, brother?”

As her withering glare drilled into Hakim, the Arab man tried to shrug her off.

“This is a matter of family honor, Fatima. This is a male’s purview. I am the head of the household. You are merely a woman. Do not pretend to involve yourself in affairs above your place.” They were confident-sounding words, but even Michaela and Mick Werdan could detect a hesitancy and defensiveness in Hakim’s retort. Even if the more fundamentalist brand of Islamic culture dictated an inferior place for women, the sparkling intelligence in Fatima’s eyes seemed to be having none of it. Right away Michaela detected it; whether official or unofficial, Fatima’s place among this group of terrorists was as leader rather than subordinate.

“Perhaps I will leave you here then, brother,” Fatima said with a massive eye-roll and a curled lip of contempt. “You can stay and get caught and killed by the Americans like our idiot brother.”

“Do not speak ill of Mahmoud,” Hakim growled. He lunged toward Fatima, intending to slap her across the face. Even in her heels, Fatima moved with the grace of a tigress. She neatly side-stepped her brother’s attempt, then kneed him squarely in the groin. Hakim fell to his knees, gasping, clutching himself and rolling onto his side.

“Listen carefully, fool. I will not be denied my rightful place in meting out vengeance for the death of our brother. He may have been a reckless idiot, but I loved him every bit as much as you did. Besides, were it not for me this entire operation would not have worked. You and Salib and his cousins may have executed it, brother, but I was the one who planned it. I will not be denied my place in it now. Show some respect.”

Hakim finally sat up, lungs heaving, face sullen but docile – at least for now.

Meanwhile, Fatima proceeded to disrobe until she stood as naked as both her brother and Salib. The Arab beauty had the physique of an athlete. When she let her hair down, it flowed down her back in a cascade of shining charcoal. Her slender figure looked like it belonged on the website of a modeling agency – or perhaps something less reputable – as she strode forward and eyed Michaela.

“Such a waste. You were going to kill her already?” Fatima glanced back at Hakim and threw him another look of contempt. “You never could control yourself, brother. Always impulsive, always demanding instant gratification. It was that same impulse that got Mahmoud killed,” she added viciously, seeing the anger flash in Hakim’s eyes.

Michaela took note of the overtly adversarial relationship between the two siblings. Fatima seemed to relish goading her brother. At the same time, whatever hope had stirred in Michaela when she had heard that voice yell ‘Stop!’ was now quickly waning. This woman seemed every bit as vicious as her kin. This Fatima wanted vengeance on Michaela’s dad for protecting New York from her awful terrorist brother, Mahmoud. There would be no help from her, Michaela realized with a sinking heart. ‘I am still alive though,’ Michaela thought stubbornly. ‘Now I just have to do whatever is in my power to stay that way, and to help Daddy.’

“Do you like what you see, girl?” Fatima said, standing right in front of Michaela and exhibiting her full naked figure. Her breasts were larger than Michaela’s small to medium-sized cones, with wider areolae. “Let’s take you down from those chains. I want to get a better look at you.” The taller Arab woman now proceeded to take Michaela down from her shackles. For the first time since waking up in captivity, Michaela found herself completely untied and unchained. The 23-year-old girl stood on shaky legs, staring down at the concrete floor, afraid to look up.

“Has my brother been treating you harshly, girl? Has he been using you to exact his revenge upon your poor father?” Michaela didn’t respond. She just stared meekly at the ground.

SLAP. Fatima’s hand connected with Michaela’s cheek, sending her world spinning.

“Answer me, slut!”

Michaela quickly bobbed her head. “Yes! Yes, he’s been hurting me. Please don’t hit me again,” Michaela begged.

Fatima now grasped Michaela by the chin and forced their gazes to meet. “You will call me ‘Mistress’ whenever you speak to me. Understood, slave?”

Michaela sputtered but forced out the words. “Y-yes Mistress.”

With a grunt of reluctant approval, Fatima let go of the girl’s chin. “Good. Now maybe I’ll show you some mercy, slave. Your father has to die for what he has done to my family…but YOU, perhaps, do not. Show me your gratitude, bitch. Show your Mistress some love.”

At first Michaela hesitated. Her ravaged mind refused to comprehend what the woman wanted. Then it struck her like a blow. She… she wanted Michaela to touch her? To be… intimate with her? Michaela was not attracted to women, so what the cruel Arab woman asked of her now seemed beyond alien. But, not wanting to get slapped again, and still grateful for Fatima’s timely rescue, Michaela decided to cooperate.

Michaela leaned toward the taller woman. She sucked gently on one of Fatima’s nipples, then switched to the other nipple. Her trembling hand tentatively slipped between Fatima’s legs, stroking her pussy as she continued to suckle on the woman’s breasts. Fatima let out a tiny sigh of contentment. Michaela may not have been attracted to women, but she knew her own body, knew a woman’s body, and her fingers deftly stroked and massaged Fatima’s clit as if it were her own. Fatima caressed Michaela’s hair as the girl continued to lick and then gently nip at Fatima’s hardened pink buds.

“Mmmm. This whore would make an excellent slave. Pity we cannot bring her back with us to Morocco,” Fatima said with a sigh. Now, gently tugging on Michaela’s hair, she forced the girl’s lips to meet hers. For a few seconds, Fatima deepened the kiss. Michaela felt their tongues colliding as Fatima’s hands caressed her sore and recently whipped ass. Michaela groaned as Fatima’s fingers traced a line along one of the welts branded across her ass cheeks.

“Did my cruel brother and his friend whip you, slut? Mmmm. Don’t worry, I will be gentler with you,” she said with a purr that made Michaela feel revolted yet also grateful. Perhaps this woman might be their salvation after all. As vicious as she could be, this treatment was not nearly as rough as what Hakim and Salib had subjected her to. Michaela resolved that she would do whatever she could to curry this woman’s favor. The sexy brunette now returned Fatima’s kiss and even slid her hands to caress and massage Fatima’s ass in a reciprocal show of tenderness. The dominating Arab woman broke their kiss just long enough to slide her mouth over to Michaela’s other cheek, which was still coated with a layer of Salib’s half-dried, semi-glistening cum. She now even seemed to relish licking up the fluid from Michaela’s face. Then she shifted her mouth to the crown of Michaela’s head, vacuuming up the errant seed in the girl’s hair. Michaela licked Fatima’s neck and continued to let her captor take the lead. When Fatima resumed kissing Michaela, the female captive responded, their mouths and lips working in tandem. They just stood there, the ravished girl and her female captor, kissing and caressing each other for several long minutes. Michaela moaned into Fatima’s mouth as rapist and captive stroked each other’s pussies.

Meanwhile, Hakim and Salib could only watch, their cocks growing stiffer by the second, reawakening for another round of rape. They couldn’t hide their impatience any longer. “Are you going to toy with that bitch forever, until we grow old and die?” Hakim spat.

Abruptly, Fatima withdrew from the kiss. She reached out and savagely pinched both of Michaela’s nipples.

“AYY!” Michaela squealed.

“I suppose that for once you may be right, dear brother. There is no reason to waste time.” She pointed to the cracked concrete floor. “Kneel, bitch.”

Unnerved by Fatima’s abruptly harsher demeanor, Michaela quickly obeyed. She knelt on the floor and looked up at her Mistress.

“Stay there and watch. I’m going to reward you for being a good little slut by comforting your dear father.” Next she turned toward Mick Werdan. The stricken governor was staring bleakly ahead. “Did you hear that? I’m going to reward your daughter’s tit-sucking and sweet show of tenderness, governor, by showing you a little mercy. Are you grateful?” When Mick Werdan didn’t reply, her expression softened in mock sympathy. “You poor, traumatized bastard. Cat got your tongue? Your poor daughter has had to see her father suffer so much. Perhaps I should help you now, yes? Perhaps I should comfort you.” So saying, the Arab vixen knelt down before the chair to which Governor Werdan had been tied. She proceeded to detach the alligator clip and wire from Mick Ucomo Werdan’s testicles. Then, ever so gently, she began to suckle on one of his balls, taking it tenderly into her mouth. Next, she moved to the other testicle, sucking on it just as lovingly.