The Association: The African Clan

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

Four years ago, The Association was turned upside down by a professor for whom control was an elixir but these women don’t stay down for long.
They picked up the pieces of their life and went ahead to paint another picture. Life was fine, until one fateful night, a call from Leslie changed the newly existing narrative
This is the story of strong women; Bridget, Maura and Leslie. It is one of strings of sisterhood that transcend geography and time and how the singular actions of one can cause a ripple effect in the life of others. For Bridget, it feels like a journey into time past when Kura, a leader of the African clan, plots to usurp the authority of The Association, starting with converting their recruits.
It is even more disturbing because Kura doesn’t take the conventional route. Now, Bridget finds herself away from home. She has to save Leslie and preserve the integrity of The Association. And she is but one person. Meanwhile back home, her partner Maura rounds up their most potent weapon: their human resources to find answers.
They’re in different cities but the cause being championed is the same...
Kura meets Bridget and therein begins a face-off between two strong women on opposite sides of the divide. There is respect even though affection is absent.
Kura is power hungry and doesn’t mind how she gets it. A dangerous way presents itself to Kura when Leslie digs and unearthes more than she bargained for. For Kura to actualise her dream of absolute power through this means, she needs another Alpha. And she chose Bridget.
On the other end, Maura and her team have answers and are on their way to London. Will they make it in time to make a difference?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Clifford-LeBaron
• Release date: Apr 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310808654

Amy Clifford-LeBaron

I am Amy Clifford-LeBaron, 23 years old and I live in Washington, N.J. I write erotic short stories on the side, while my main occupation is translating and providing content for various websites.

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THE ASSOCIATION

THE AFRICAN CLAN

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

Copyright 2016 John Delto Publishing

This book contains strong sexual language and is not suitable for minor readers

Publishers Note

This book is a sequel to the The Association series.

The Association - Leslie – The Penetration has begun

The Association – Bridget - For the Love of a Woman

The Association – Maura - The FBI Gets Naked

The Association – Victoria - The Professor Gets her Reward

Table of Content

PROLOGUE

STRINGS OF SISTERHOOD

PART ONE

PART TWO

INTO NEW TERRITORY

PART ONE

PART TWO

THE AFRICAN CLAN

PART ONE

PART TWO

UNSPOKEN

PART ONE

PART TWO

Imprint

PROLOGUE

8:17PM Central African Time

Surprisingly, the place where they kept her in the country seemed well furnished and polished. The floor was marbled and scrubbed clean while the walls, a dim colour of lemon and pink, entirely glimmered with different fine paintings, carvings and sculptures that displayed female figures having their mouths on each other, or their thighs spread wide for fingers and pouting lips. Staring at those pictures alone made the room quite intoxicating and arousing.

Leslie would have preferred if the walls and its compelling images were the only reasons that her legs felt so weak and sore. But she wasn’t in the room as a visitor, or as a spectator. Instead, she currently had her mouth gagged with a piece of cloth while her hands were tired at her back to her sore ankles. She was entirely naked too. The way her abductors had tied her down, she was kneeling on the floor with her naked breast on the bed, while her round ass shot up, revealing her clit and ass hole in such a way that it was embarrassing that she felt so wet and ready, yet she couldn’t look at it or even touch herself there.

What were they planning to do to her?

Leslie wiggled her body for the umpteenth time just to find the right position to be comfortable. It was always useless though; whenever she moved her body, she end up flexing the muscle around her clit, sharpening the edges until she could almost cry out for someone to just lick her swollen clitoris, or finger her till hell was let loose. Her nipples rose and fell intermittently too, confused whether she was infinitely aroused, or unpleasantly close to climax. Leslie has been in that position for almost a day, and no one had offered her food, water or just crazy monkey sex.

If thirst or hunger didn’t kill her, she sure knew that she was going to die of arousal or the lack of climax soon.

Sighing, Leslie closed her eyes and began another round of what she had been doing since she was captured. She began to imagine her hand in her own pussy and could hear herself gasp as she saw herself squirting cream all over the paintings on the wall.

How are you holding up?

The voice was like a whisper, and Leslie was almost convinced that it was part of her imagination, had she not felt a finger caressing the soft mounds of her clit. It felt so relieving. She hissed as two fingers dug into her creamy hole at the same time and stayed there, unmoving.

Pleasant, isn’t it? The voice asked her again.

Leslie clasped her lips together and refused to say anything. She knew why they were doing this to her. She had stumbled onto something she shouldn’t have. And the price for her nosiness was the animal sexual rage that they were hoping to feed her with. She could give up anytime and just tell them everything they wanted to know.

…It was only a matter of time. She knew this. She had seen many girls give up on their control with Professor Sawyer in a past that she hoped she wouldn’t remember now. With her abductors, losing control was different. They weren’t trying to control her, they were trying to get her to talk.

You know, The voice was whispering behind her again, I bet you think you can handle two fingers at once. But what about a fist. Solid and digging into your wet pussy so fast, that you want to cum real hard. It won’t stop after this though.

Leslie didn’t want hardcore sex. At the moment, she wanted everything to stop. She wanted the long hours of sexual torture to stop, when those fingers inside her will be replaced with a very flattering tongue. No fist. No fist.

I can’t hear you? The voice said again.

Leslie was unaware that she had muttered the words instead of thinking about them. She was breaking and she couldn’t control herself.

Please. She heard herself say.

Well, why would you be begging and refuse to say what it is you want, Leslie?

They knew her name too? Leslie didn’t have time to think about how that was possible. Immediately, she heard footsteps in the room as if three other people had joined the first voice. Two appeared suddenly on the bed in front of her and began to toy with her nipples. The first one, a brunette, raised Leslie up a little and placed a pillow beneath her chin. This allowed her breasts to dangle free and become accessible to them. Again, Leslie hissed as both girls bent so low and began to suckle on her nipples at once. The brunette fingered herself as she did.

That is what you want, isn’t it?

Leslie sighed and finally accepted her situation. She had been searching for answers to an old sex magic myth for years, and when she finally found a cue that pointed to the Eastern coast of Central Africa, she had been on a plane as fast as her legs could carry her. Surprisingly, she hadn’t spent a day on the coast before she found herself caught in a web. The web was created by the most dangerous clan that lived on African soil. She couldn’t believe that the Association had never spoken about them