A few of the girls at the academy had their own room for one good reason or another, but I suspect Rihanna got hers because she knew some important people. Her room was on the second floor of the old building and had her name printed on a label, which had been slotted in a holder on the door.

"Come in," came a voice, when I knocked loudly.

As I pushed the door open, I could see that the three girls were chatting and looking at some photographs while sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked around the room and was amazed at the sheer variety and quantity of African art hanging on every wall in the room.

The moment I stepped into the room and pushed the door shut, I almost jumped out of my skin. "Oh!" I cried, stepping sideways away from a tall statuesque middle-aged black man, who had been standing out of sight to my left, hidden until I closed the door. It was forbidden for men to enter the rooms or dormitories, so his presence was a total surprise to me.

"We've been waiting for you, girl," Rihanna said, admonishing me straight away.

While the sisters sat on the edge, the black goddess was sitting on her bed, cross legged, with her back supported by pillows. Her breasts were bulging against the tightness of her white blouse and her red pleated tartan skirt was stretched from thigh to thigh. The narrow white gusset rose vertically from beneath her butt, in the 'V' of her thick muscular ebony thighs. It was struggling but managing to hide her plump labia lips from my searching eyes.

Spread out in front of the Zulu student, lay four glossy colour photographs. Heavens above, I sighed, what on earth was she looking at?

"Bule, come take a look." She said proudly, as though she was displaying the snaps from one of her safari trips.

I looked around at the tall visitor, who I don't think had moved a muscle since I entered the room. He was dressed in light grey pants and a white shirt, which was buttoned all the way up to the neck. He stood with his hands clasped together in front of his body, with his feet spaced about two feet apart.

Above his oval expressionless face, his greying hair was cropped short as was his beard. His skin was the same ebony tone as Rihanna's, making me wonder if they were related. Then I noticed his green eyes, which strengthened my suspicions.

"Pay attention bule!" Dawn snapped, bringing my attention back to what they were saying.

I walked over and peered down at the four photographs.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, as my eyes flashed from one picture to another.

There was young Cathy standing on the stools with a painful expression on her face. Her white panties were stretched between her knees while she held her skirt up. I was standing with my face pressed against her mons. In two pictures, my pink tongue could clearly be seen licking her labia. They were the most incriminating pictures I had ever seen. Far worse than the one they already had of me masturbating.

There I was, a white student, giving a black girl, who was younger than me, a good tonguing. What made it worse was the expression on Cathy's face. My head began to spin while the room appeared to turn upside down. I started to collapse and if it wasn't for the man standing behind me, I would have crashed to the floor.

As soon as I was steady on my feet again, the man removed his hand from my arm and stepped back.

"Thank you, sir," I stammered, but there was no response from the expressionless man.

"Quite the little actress, isn't she?" Rihanna's comment was laced with heavy sarcasm.

"My God," I spluttered. "You set me up..."

Rihanna started to gather the pictures together. "It's art, girl. They are also pictures of you forcing a young black girl to submit to your sordid depravity." She said, then slid the photos into an envelope.

"Rihanna, for god's sake, I'm here. I've returned to your room. I'm doing what you asked."

"Where are the clothes I told you to bring to us?"

"Look Rihanna, I don't mind doing things to you... Er, I mean for you. I'll do that stuff, but I won't hand over my clothes. My Father will be coming in a week or two and he will go potty if he catches me in these old, tatty clothes. All hell will break loose, and he will take me away from the academy."

"You are a stupid bule. You don't get it, do you. Cathy's father is the chief of police. Imagine those photographs in his hands. Oh, yes, you'll be leaving the academy, not with your father, but in handcuffs. You'll be lucky if you get out of prison before you're thirty."

Tears began to roll down my face. The statuesque black man stood back with his arms folded. Dawn and especially Cathy glared at me.

"That's an awful thing to imagine," I blurted out.

"No, Jenny, I'm not imagining those images."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to commit to being one of my followers. It would put you on a solid footing and the photographs would remain buried forever."

"Forever?"

She nodded. "Absolutely, but you have to commit your body and soul to be able to be a follower."

"I will, Rihanna."

"Good, now remove your panties!"

Rihanna had lowered her voice, a level of sound which jarred my nerves and spurred me to comply with her wishes. I reached under my skirt and worked the cottons off my hips and butt, then slipped them down my legs, until I could step out of them. Catharine came round to where I was standing at the end of the bed and took the bunched up garment.

"Bule, turn round and sit on the end of the bed," Rihanna ordered, continuing to use a derogatory slang term.

The black girls frequently called us white students, Bule, when they wanted to befriend us. I turned round so that I was facing the stranger, then sat back onto the edge of the high divan. I assumed the man was there to perform a ritual of some kind. Surrounded by African art, I imagined that I was going to be involved in a mock sacrifice.

"Now lay back, Bule. That's it, right back," she urged, as I lowered myself backward.

Dawn and Catharine moved around the bed to stand either side of my legs, then suddenly bent over and each grabbed one of my ankles.

"Wh... What are you doing?" I cried when they lifted my legs.

The girls continued to lift, forcing me to bend my knees onto my chest. Above me, Rihanna shifted position onto her knees and as I stared in disbelief, the sisters handed my ankles to Rihanna. She then shuffled forward, planted her knees on my shoulders and her pantie clad cunt onto my mouth.

Rihanna pushed my ankles out wide and down onto the covers, forcing my posterior to lift a little and stretch open.

"Muuuuumph!" I cried, trying to protest at having my mouth and nose covered with her cotton clad sex.

When I tried to speak, I found I was munching her pussy, which was unbelievably erotic. She wiggled her butt, forcing her labia onto my teeth and her soft entrance onto my nose. I savoured her scent and flavour, while I tried to work my lips against the thin cotton barrier.

I had forgotten about my own exposed sex until someone wiped some cold liquid along the full length of my labia.

"Mmmmmm!" I tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled sound.

"Hush, girl. The doctor is applying a liquid to deaden the flesh. It will all be over in a few minutes. Then you'll be one of my followers, just like Dawn and Cathy."

"Mmmmmm!" I feared the unknown and didn't understand the import of what she was saying.

I knew something was happening to my labia, but Rihanna was intent on distracting me by rubbing her pantie clad sex against my mouth and nose. I was pinned to the bed and my posterior was naked and defenceless. Then, the thing I was anticipating finally happened. The man nubbed the end of his cock against my succulent entrance.

Rihanna lifted her sex off my mouth. "Jenny, ask the doctor to make a woman of you. You need to be a clean woman to follow me."

All I could see was Rihanna's panty clad ass. "Um, yes, okay. Er, Doctor, I want to be a woman and be one of Rihanna's followers."

"Uhhhhh," I gasped when he applied pressure and drove his cock into my virginal quim. He plunged in, through my hymen and on until he had fully impaled me. Rihanna lowered her ass and continued to hold my ankles firmly against the bed covers, while the man pistoned his cock back and forth in my youthful vagina.

I was totally inexperienced and yet I soon came around to liking the deep, exciting sensation the man's thrusting cock created. Then it happened. I felt a real orgasm welling in the pit of my stomach and when it arrived, it blew my mind. "Ahhhhhhhh," I cried in jubilation against Rihanna's white panties.

Then, he ejaculated and the pleasure deescalated quickly. Rihanna waited until he withdrew. "Is she clean, doctor?" Rihanna asked.

"Yes, my child," growled the man in a low bass tenor. "You have excelled yourself this time child. The bule can follow you with clear thoughts and a pure mind."

Rihanna went back to gently rubbing her sex against my mouth for a few minutes. Then, after the door closed, Rihanna finally released my ankles, allowing me to return to my earlier position, with my legs hanging over the bed and my feet on the floor.

The black Zulu goddess kept her full weight pressed down on my salivating mouth for another minute. Finally, she lifted herself off my face and backed away to resume her position sitting at the head of the bed.

I looked backward at my mistress, sitting under the animal skin shield and imagined her naked, spear in hand, urging the warriors on to fight. I sat up and looked down.

I touched my labia gingerly. "Wh... what has he done to me?" I was stunned to the core. I ran my finger down my shallow cleft. I could feel the thread crisscrossing my lips, but out of sight.

"He's sewn you up so that you can be one of us. One of Rihanna's followers," Dawn said.

"My clit, what's happened to it?"

Rihanna worked her way off the bed and came around to face me. "This is temporary. If you like being pure, the doctor can do a permanent cut. If not, the steel stiches can be removed, then you'll be back to normal."

"Will I be scarred?"

"No, Jenny. Do not worry. It had to happen because I wanted you to be one of my followers. Put your panties on. There will be some pain. Take a paracetamol. It will soon fade. I don't want you to be on your own tonight, so Cathy is going to keep you company for the rest of the day." She lowered her voice. "Do what she says and remember that although you are both my followers, her black skin makes her superior to you."