Rasheeda Burid's saga continues, as she marries the Caliph and becomes the Mistress of the von Gohttas. But it is not enough; to make her revenge complete, she wants them to believe she is a Goddess for real...
When she saw Rasheeda coming, heidrun didn’t only take the position of deference to her Mistress; she caught herself considering her, for the first time in her presence, as a divine being. She was not even ashamed of it; it was more like a relief to see that Rasheeda seemed to content herself with the fullness of her submission. Perhaps was she born for this, after all, to be owned body and soul to this woman?… and her journey had been all along about reaching that purpose, at last! She couldn’t believe she was feeling so good!
The wolfgang stallion was feeling good too, especially since Rasheeda’s arrival. His penis, which had been down for ten minutes despite the presence of the beautiful heidrun in her birthday suit, had suddenly risen when the sweeping sound of the slippers of his Goddess had been heard; he was covering white females like heidrun ten times a day, but without Rasheeda to rub his buttocks gently before and during his performance, he could never have got a stallion career in the first place. Like Pavlov’s dog, wolfgang had learnt to become hard on sight of the powerful Maghrebin woman, paying to the tutelar Goddess of his breed a deep and sincere homage. It was with an intense satisfaction that Rasheeda began to unlace heidrun’s vulva; the covering that was going to take place meant for her the creation of a pack of mascot-pets to take care of her body when she would be an old woman.
