Shadows Of Power Pt 03

Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.

This series is somewhat different to my usual storylines and is in response to a request from a reader. This series will explore the ethics of politics and personal gain and will have a number of darker themes than my usual stories.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback is welcome.

HF

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Ingrid Magnusson, the formidable Head of Human Resources at Nordahl & Björnsson, one of Nordland's most prestigious law firms, leaned back in her ergonomic office chair, her brown hair styled in a sleek bob that framing her determined expression. Green eyes scanned over the final report for the day, her attention to detail clearly evident in her review of every figure and line of text.

"Ms. Magnusson, your 5 o'clock appointment is here," Thea, her diligent assistant, announced as she entered the office.

Ingrid glanced at the clock on her desk, her lips pursing slightly. "Send them in," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority of someone accustomed to being in charge.

A moment later, a young associate entered, a folder clutched tightly in their hands. Ingrid listened intently as they presented their findings, nodding occasionally to indicate her approval.

"Thank you, that will be all," she stated firmly once the presentation was complete, dismissing the associate with a wave of her hand.

With a sense of satisfaction, Ingrid rose from her chair, smoothing out the tailored lines of her navy-blue pantsuit. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, exuding an air of sophistication and power. Paired with a crisp white blouse and polished heels, her corporate attire was the epitome of conservative professionalism.

As she made her way out of her office, Ingrid's thoughts turned to the evening ahead. She had a charity event to attend on behalf of Bjorn who was currently attending a finance ministers meeting in Paris. The event would be an opportunity to network with other influential figures in Nordland's conservative circles.

Descending the stairs to the underground garage, Ingrid's gaze fell upon her prized possession--a sleek Audi A8, the epitome of luxury and refinement. The car's sleek lines and polished exterior reflected her own sense of style and sophistication.

Unlocking the car with a press of a button, Ingrid slid into the driver's seat, the scent of leather and polish filling the air. Adjusting the mirrors and seat, she took a moment to admire her reflection in the rearview mirror--every strand of hair in place, every crease in her suit crisp and sharp.

With a sense of purpose, Ingrid started the engine and pulled out of the parking space, the car gliding smoothly along the underground garage. As she navigated the maze of concrete pillars and fluorescent lights, her mind buzzed with thoughts of the evening ahead--networking opportunities, potential political donation deals, and the chance to make a difference in the community of Nordland.

With Bjorn away at the ministers' meeting, Ingrid had been alone at home with her two daughters, Solveig and Linnea, for the past few days. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she turned onto the Nordhaven street outside the office building. She had seen Linnea that morning before she left for university, but she hadn't seen Solveig in a few days; it had been Saturday morning when she was last at home. Ingrid had assumed that she had just spent the weekend with her boyfriend, Leif.

Ingrid shook her head, not understanding what her daughter saw in him. To be honest, Ingrid couldn't understand a lot of things her elder daughter did. If only Solveig was more like Linnea, she thought to herself as she navigated the late afternoon traffic towards the function.

Pressing the buttons on the steering wheel, Ingrid pulled up the telephone directory on her phone and dialed Solveig's number. She frowned when the call went straight through to voicemail and for a moment a part of her worried that her daughter might be in trouble. She and Bjorn had been forced to bail their oldest daughter out of trouble on more than one occasion. It was only the regular allowance that they paid her that ensured her semblance of obedience to their wishes, particularly when it came to Bjorn's political activities.

Sighing, she looked at the clock; she would be at the charity event for a few hours and would then call her daughter again to see where she was.

*****

Walking back to car later that evening after the charity event, Ingrid wondered whether she should have had that third glass of champagne, especially on an empty stomach. That was one thing she always hated about these types of events; although usually well catered for with drinks, there was never anything decent to eat. Ingrid had skipped lunch that day due to several conflicting meetings and now she could feel her stomach starting to rumble.

Ingrid glanced at the time on her phone; 8:12pm. Still no calls or contact from Solveig, or from Linnea for that matter, she thought. Standing next to her car, she tried Solveig's number again; no response. Frowning, she tried to call Linnea, wondering on the oft-chance that she knew where her sister was. Likewise, there was no response to her call, which was strange for her younger, more responsible daughter.

Doing her best to push down the feelings of concern and fear that started to rise inside of her, Ingrid opened the Find My app to see where her daughters were. To her surprise, she saw that their phones' last known locations were the same, a building in an industrial area of downtown Nordhaven. What could they both be doing there, Ingrid thought to herself? A rave? A party? Ingrid frowned; it was strange that both of her daughters would be in the same place since they typically couldn't stand being in the same room together for more than two minutes.

Settling behind the steering wheel of her Audi, Ingrid started the engine and punched the location of the building into the GPS. Pulling out into the traffic, she started to make her way towards her daughters, unaware of the events that had overtaken them.

Twenty minutes later, her stomach still rumbling, Ingrid pulled up at the location on the GPS. Looking around the dark and deserted street, she thought something must have been wrong with her GPS. This might be the type of area that Solveig hung out with her university radical friends, but she couldn't imagine Linnea hanging around in such an unseemly part of the city.

Most of the buildings up and down the street were dark, obviously closed for the day. Ingrid noticed some lights on in the building adjacent to her, what looked like an old factory or storage building that had been converted to offices or accommodation at some point in time. Looking around nervously, she exited her car and made her way towards the building, making sure she locked the car doors behind her.

There was a single entrance door that looked like it had been used recently and, turning the handle, she found that it was unlocked. Cautiously, Ingrid pushed open the door to reveal a long corridor with a door at the end. It was quite dark in the hallway, but she could see a frame of light around the doorway at the end of the hallway. She looked around confused, this couldn't be where her daughters were, she thought?

Making her way to the door at the end of the hallway, she reached for the handle, again surprised to find it unlocked. The door swung open and bright light flooded out into the hallway, illuminating it and dazzling Ingrid momentarily. She heard loud female moans and groans as well as men speaking and cheering in African-accented Nordic. Stepping through the doorway, Ingrid's life changed in an instant.

As her eyes adjusted to the harsh light, Ingrid stopped dead in her tracks as her gaze moved around the room. There were perhaps a dozen black men standing around in the room, all of them with their backs to her as their attention was focused on the activities occurring in the middle of the room. The light came from several banks of industrial or filming lights that were set up on stands, all focused inwards towards the center of the room where a mattress was located. Around these lights were several video cameras, obviously filming the activities taking place on the mattress.

Ingrid's jaw dropped opened in shocked surprise as she recognized the two pale bodies sitting astride two black men lying next to each other on the mattress. It was Solveig and Linnea, obviously enjoying the sensations of the black cocks deep inside of them. To her shock and horror, her two daughters had turned to face each other and were kissing passionately as they continued to ride the black men.

Her shriek of shock, horror, disbelief and anger erupted from the depths of her throat, echoing around the room. Immediately all the people in the room spun around to look at her as her daughters broke their kiss and stopped the rocking motions, their faces turning towards their mother.

"Solveig! Linnea!" Ingrid screamed, her emotions boiling forth. Despite both her daughters being adults, Ingrid was livid when she saw what was happening. She immediately rushed forward, pushing past the circle of large, black men.

"Get the fuck up right now!" she screamed at both her daughters. Both of them were too stunned to react as the shock of seeing their mother appear whilst in the middle of what had been the most incredible sexual experience of their young lives.

Seeing that her daughters weren't moving fast enough for her liking, Ingrid let forth a stream of curses and abuse in Nordic, directed primarily at her two daughters but also at the two black men lying under them. As she reached out to drag her daughters off the men, an arm reached out and grabbed her above the elbow. Angrily, she wrenched her arm free and turned to look at who had touched her. "What the fuck is going on here?" she screamed at the young African man standing in front of her.

He regarded her for a second before raising his hands. "Hey...calm down...calm down!" he told her in accented-Nordic. Ingrid's fury was at boiling point. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" she screamed. She turned to look at her daughters. "Get up! Get up right now!" she screamed at them.

Slowly Solveig and Linnea stood up, the thick black cocks that they had been impaled on coming free from their Nordic pussies with loud slurping sounds. African sperm and Nordic vaginal juices dripped noisily from their stretched vaginas and this sent Ingrid in paroxysms of anger and rage as she continued to berate her daughters. She grabbed them by the arms and pulled them away from the two black men, still lying dumbfounded on the mattress.

The two daughters finally started to find their voices. "Mother..." Linnea started to explain. Ingrid spun on her with fire in her eyes. "Don't you dare say a word...not one! I can't believe what you have both done here! Look at you, you should both be ashamed of yourselves...turning yourselves into sluts like this!"

Jamal stepped forward. "Hey, listen..." he started to say before Ingrid cut him off with a stream of curses. "Where are my daughters' clothes and belongings?" she demanded in a scream. Jamal looked at her and tried to diffuse the situation. "They're in the room over there..." he told her calmly as he pointed to the small room where Solveig had cleaned up earlier.

Ingrid dragged her protesting daughters towards the room, still screaming at them for the shame they had brought upon themselves as a result of their behavior. Slamming the door closed behind them, Ingrid rounded on her daughters. "Get dressed and get your stuff. You two are a disgrace...I have never seen such depravity in my life, and you were both in the middle of it!"

"Mother..." Solveig started to say, she'd never seen her mother worked up like this before, even when they had argued. Ingrid spun on her heel and faced her oldest daughter. "Don't 'Mother' me! I would have expected something like this from you, with your social justice bullshit and useless friends..." She then spun around to Linnea. "But you...Linnea...what were you thinking? How could you end up in a place like this...oh...oh...God...they...they took your virginity...didn't they...?" The realization had been clouded by her anger, now the full reality of what her daughters had done hit her squarely in the face. "Oh...oh...my God! Neither of you are on birth control..." she gasped.

She grabbed their clothes and threw them at her two daughters. "Get dressed...we're going straight to the hospital and then the police. I don't know what has happened here but whatever it is, it's over!"

Just then there was a soft knock at the door and the three women turned to see Jamal enter the room, holding a glass of water. "Hey...look, I can see this looks pretty bad...I'm not sure your name...but I'm guessing you're Solveig and Linnea's mother..."

"You're damn right I am," Ingrid exclaimed. "And I'm taking them home, right now!"

"Hey, that's cool...I get that...I just wanted you to know that they weren't hurt or anything..."

"Hurt?" Ingrid exclaimed. "They were out there fucking a bunch of men! I don't know what you did to my daughters, but we're going to the police, right now..."

"Look...nothing happened...your daughters wanted all of this..." Jamal told her. "Look, I can see you're worked up...here...have a drink of water and just calm down..."

Ingrid was breathing heavily as she looked at Jamal for a moment. She turned and looked at her daughter. "Get dressed. We're leaving!" she snapped at them.

Jamal moved a step closer, holding out the glass of water. "Look...I'm Jamal...here...just have a drink...calm down, ok?"

"Jamal...I don't know what you and your friends are doing here...but I swear to God...this is over..." she told him as she tried to control her breathing. She hesitated for a moment before taking the glass of water from his hand and draining it in two big gulps, doing her best to calm down.

Placing the glass down on the table, she turned to face her two daughters, berating them for taking their time to get dressed. She could see that they were both covered in sweat, grime and God-knows what else; most likely sperm, she thought. She was going to drive them straight to Nordhaven General Hospital and report this to the police. She saw that Linnea was trembling with fear and shock while Solveig's face was set in a more determined look. Ingrid observed that Solveig looked gaunt. What had she been doing, had she been fucking all weekend, she thought?

Ingrid shook her head, why was she starting to feel fuzzy and warm? She turned to face Jamal, her mouth opening as a wave of intense arousal washed over her. "Ahhhhh..." she gasped softly, her eyes starting to glaze. Jamal regarded her for a moment before giving her an evil little grin.

"That was quick..." he said, a malicious glint in his eyes. "W...what?" she stammered, feeling shaky on her feet as the warmth and arousal continued to build inside of her. "What...what did you do...to me...?"

"I didn't do anything. But you just drank two doses of ecstasy in that water..." he told her with an increasing smile as she started to waver on her feet. He turned and looked at Solveig and Linnea who were standing there, half-dressed. "Take that shit off and get back out there..." he told them brusquely. Both young women quickly obeyed his instructions, peeling off their clothes and rushing naked back outside to the other black men.

Jamal turned his attention to Ingrid who was struggling to stand up, her hand holding the edge of the table as she wavered on her high heels. "I think it's time we get more acquainted..." he told her as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her, unresistingly, towards the door.

*****

Ingrid's expensive corporate clothing lay discarded in a trail leading from the small room to the mattress in the center of the room. The first item stripped from her slim body and dropped on the floor was the jacket from her navy-blue Armani pantsuit. Following this, her black leather Salvatore Ferragamo pumps lay scattered a few feet further on. Her expensive white Ralph Lauren silk blouse was next, laying crumpled on the floor where it had been pulled from her unresisting body.

The next item in the trail was her matching navy-blue Armani pants, that had been tugged from her hips and legs and kicked away as she made her way towards the mattress. Her underwear, a matching set of nude-colored lace bra and panties from La Perla were next, discarded at the edge of the mattress. The only items of clothing left on Ingrid's body as she knelt on her hands and knees on the dirty mattress were her sheer, nude-colored Wolford thigh-high stockings that still covered her legs, though these were pushed down around her knees and already ruined from the physical activities she was undertaking.

At the moment, this particular physical activity involved her slim, pale body accepting two large black cocks into her mouth and vagina as she knelt on her hands and knees on the mattress. Although Ingrid was intimately focused on gobbling on the black cock that was invading her mouth, part of her was grateful for the intense feeling of arousal that the ecstasy had generated in her body. Fortunately, her body had reacted naturally to this sensation with her vagina lubricating itself in response. Had this not been the case, she would have doubted her ability to accept Jamal's thick, black cock into her married Nordic vagina.

Despite this considerable lubrication, and the fact that she had given birth to both Solveig and Linnea naturally, it had still been a discomforting experience for her when Jamal had first entered her. It had taken him several minutes of slow in and out thrusting to gradually open up her tight vaginal canal. As soon as he'd started to enter her, Ingrid realized that Jamal was more than just a little bit larger than Bjorn.

Soon, however, the pleasure had overtaken the pain, and Ingrid had howled in ecstasy as he'd thrust powerfully in and out of her married cunt. Jamal had pushed her pale body through three climaxes, enjoying the sight of her augmented breasts wobbling under him in time to his thrusts as she'd shrieked and clawed at the mattress; finally, he couldn't hold out any longer and, looking into her green eyes, he'd unloaded himself as deep as he could inside her married pussy.

Ingrid had been so far gone from the pleasure that he'd been generating in her body that she'd forgotten the fact that she was unprotected; Bjorn having had a vasectomy a dozen years earlier, thereby removing the need for her to remain on the pill. Despite her age, she was still very much fertile, her periods still occurring with predictable regularity. Whether this would remain the case into the near future was yet to be seen.

When Jamal came inside of her, the head of his black cock had been pressed tight against her cervix, the entrance to her temple of Nordic womanhood. The first spurt of his ejaculate had been directed squarely at the tiny entrance at the center of this fleshy gateway. Millions of his potent sperm, all containing his unique African DNA, were injected into this opening, desperately seeking her valuable egg. The sensation of Jamal cumming so deep inside of her had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced before with her green eyes widening in surprise at the feeling it generated.

"Ahhhh..." she had wailed in pleasure, lost in the moment and ignoring the risks she was taking. Jamal had followed through with several more sharp, deep thrusts, each one time with a spurt from the end of his cock. Soon the upper recesses of her vagina had been awash with his potent seed. Grunting, Jamal had collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and he had enjoyed his own post-orgasmic afterglow. She'd been a good fuck, nice and tight, especially for a woman her age, he had mused.