“Name?”
“Emily White”
“Age?”
“28”
“Marital Status?”
“Married”
“How long?”
“Six years. We were married after we graduated from college”
“Any children?”
“Two ********* 4 and 2.”
“And you know why you are here?”
Emily paused and took a deep breath as she pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She struggled to keep calm before speaking. She felt a great terror welling up inside her stomach as if saying it made it too real.
“I’m here” she paused before looking the young woman in the eye and continuing “to further the cause of racial justice by paying reparations for my household.”
“Are you a volunteer, or a conscript?”
“A conscript. I couldn’t volunteer... I mean… It’s just… I’m married.” Emily stammered.
“You would be surprised how many enlightened wives volunteer. Many are repeat customers. I’m married and I volunteered. Well actually as an employee of the reparations department, I had to volunteer for one cycle, but I volunteered for the job.” The petite redhead stood up and opened the door. As she did Emily took in her maternity dress.
“Are you…..?” Emily started.
“Yes. My little reparations dividend.”
“From…?” Emily found herself unable to form complete sentences.
“My time in the reparations facility? Yes. It took two months. Four hours a day five days a week, but as you can see it was worth it. I was sore for a week after I was done. Sore, but satisfied. Follow me and I will show you to the education center for orientation. After that, I will answer any questions you might have and finish getting you processed and started.”
“Can I ask you something?” Emily asked. The revelation that this young woman had gone through this
“Sure”
“Is it true? You know, what they say?”
“What do they say?” The redhead asked, suppressing a smile.
“About their size, down there,” Elizabeth said pointing her finger towards her crotch.
“I found it was mostly true. Some were average size. None were small, but most were considerably above average. Actually, according to the Ohsown.com ESPL (erection size percentile list), most of the men I serviced were in the top 7 percent” the redhead said simply.
“Ohsown.com?”
“It’s a really interesting app. Someone took all the available data and can now tell where a man ranks compared to other men. Size wise” she added. “You should check it out sometime. It can be quite informative. I thought my husband was average, and it said he was in the 51st percentile.”
Emily hesitated before speaking again. The redhead beamed inside, thoroughly reveling in the blond housewife’s discomfort.
“And the other thing….” Emily just left the question hanging in the air. While the redhead stared at her blankly. “You know.” Nothing. “Once you, you know…” Emily paused “Once you go black…?” The redhead stared at her quizzically. Emily took a deep breath and lowered her voice a little before continuing. “Once you go black you never go back. Is it true?”
“Well, it depends a lot on the woman, it isn’t always so black and white if you’ll pardon the expression. Some do and some don’t, but there are shades of gray. I still have sex regularly with my husband. Anytime he wants, but I have other needs now. I see several black men on the side and sometimes I spend my lunch break in the facility. My husband knows about them. It’s not just the sex either. I feel so good when I submit my body to bring pleasure to underprivileged black men and move the cause of racial harmony forward. Every stroke they take into my pussy feels like a blow to the system, every load of cum I take in my white womb feels like a flood of racial enlightenment.
“But” the redhead continued “some do go black only. Others pay their reparations and continue about their lives like it was any other one-night stand”
“I see,” said Emily. “One more thing. What are the chances I’ll get pregnant?”
“Again, that depends. For women who get assigned a repartee and do their duty, it’s about 25 percent of the time. For women sentenced to the reparations facility, it depends on the length of the sentence. The longer they serve the higher the odds of conception. For a woman sentenced to one month, say for refusing to pay reparations it’s a 50/50 chance. A girl sentenced to a year has an 80 percent chance of walking out of the facility with a baby. Of course, if someone is sentenced to a cycle then it is 100 percent. I hope that helps. Now let's get you down to orientation.”
“Yes thank you,” said Emily as she gathered up her purse. “One in four chance of having an interracial child isn’t so bad. And who knows, I may get into it like you seem to be” Emily joked.
“Who knows?” Repeated the redhead with a slight giggle.
She led Emily down the hall and into a room where about a dozen other women sat at long tables facing the front of the room. Some sat alone quietly while others stood chatting with each other like old friends. They seemed to range in age from an athletic brunette in her mid-forties to a petite Asian in a cheerleader uniform with CHS emblazoned on the front. Every hair color and style was present. From the Asian girl’s brunette ponytail that ended in the middle of her slender back pointing down to her pert firm perfectly rounded ass, to the curly red tresses of a pale-skinned woman in her mid-thirties, to the blond bob of a petite housewife in her late twenties.
She took a seat at the back of the room and looked around as the redhead closed the door behind her. Then Emily noted a few of the women were in handcuffs seated between two guards on the side of the room. They must be here because of the sentencing the redhead had mentioned she thought.
The redhead walked back to her desk smiling and rubbing her swelling belly while reading the file she brought with her.
“She has no idea what is about to happen to her,” she said quietly.
“Emily White”
“Age?”
“28”
“Marital Status?”
“Married”
“How long?”
“Six years. We were married after we graduated from college”
“Any children?”
“Two ********* 4 and 2.”
“And you know why you are here?”
Emily paused and took a deep breath as she pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She struggled to keep calm before speaking. She felt a great terror welling up inside her stomach as if saying it made it too real.
“I’m here” she paused before looking the young woman in the eye and continuing “to further the cause of racial justice by paying reparations for my household.”
“Are you a volunteer, or a conscript?”
“A conscript. I couldn’t volunteer... I mean… It’s just… I’m married.” Emily stammered.
“You would be surprised how many enlightened wives volunteer. Many are repeat customers. I’m married and I volunteered. Well actually as an employee of the reparations department, I had to volunteer for one cycle, but I volunteered for the job.” The petite redhead stood up and opened the door. As she did Emily took in her maternity dress.
“Are you…..?” Emily started.
“Yes. My little reparations dividend.”
“From…?” Emily found herself unable to form complete sentences.
“My time in the reparations facility? Yes. It took two months. Four hours a day five days a week, but as you can see it was worth it. I was sore for a week after I was done. Sore, but satisfied. Follow me and I will show you to the education center for orientation. After that, I will answer any questions you might have and finish getting you processed and started.”
“Can I ask you something?” Emily asked. The revelation that this young woman had gone through this
“Sure”
“Is it true? You know, what they say?”
“What do they say?” The redhead asked, suppressing a smile.
“About their size, down there,” Elizabeth said pointing her finger towards her crotch.
“I found it was mostly true. Some were average size. None were small, but most were considerably above average. Actually, according to the Ohsown.com ESPL (erection size percentile list), most of the men I serviced were in the top 7 percent” the redhead said simply.
“Ohsown.com?”
“It’s a really interesting app. Someone took all the available data and can now tell where a man ranks compared to other men. Size wise” she added. “You should check it out sometime. It can be quite informative. I thought my husband was average, and it said he was in the 51st percentile.”
Emily hesitated before speaking again. The redhead beamed inside, thoroughly reveling in the blond housewife’s discomfort.
“And the other thing….” Emily just left the question hanging in the air. While the redhead stared at her blankly. “You know.” Nothing. “Once you, you know…” Emily paused “Once you go black…?” The redhead stared at her quizzically. Emily took a deep breath and lowered her voice a little before continuing. “Once you go black you never go back. Is it true?”
“Well, it depends a lot on the woman, it isn’t always so black and white if you’ll pardon the expression. Some do and some don’t, but there are shades of gray. I still have sex regularly with my husband. Anytime he wants, but I have other needs now. I see several black men on the side and sometimes I spend my lunch break in the facility. My husband knows about them. It’s not just the sex either. I feel so good when I submit my body to bring pleasure to underprivileged black men and move the cause of racial harmony forward. Every stroke they take into my pussy feels like a blow to the system, every load of cum I take in my white womb feels like a flood of racial enlightenment.
“But” the redhead continued “some do go black only. Others pay their reparations and continue about their lives like it was any other one-night stand”
“I see,” said Emily. “One more thing. What are the chances I’ll get pregnant?”
“Again, that depends. For women who get assigned a repartee and do their duty, it’s about 25 percent of the time. For women sentenced to the reparations facility, it depends on the length of the sentence. The longer they serve the higher the odds of conception. For a woman sentenced to one month, say for refusing to pay reparations it’s a 50/50 chance. A girl sentenced to a year has an 80 percent chance of walking out of the facility with a baby. Of course, if someone is sentenced to a cycle then it is 100 percent. I hope that helps. Now let's get you down to orientation.”
“Yes thank you,” said Emily as she gathered up her purse. “One in four chance of having an interracial child isn’t so bad. And who knows, I may get into it like you seem to be” Emily joked.
“Who knows?” Repeated the redhead with a slight giggle.
She led Emily down the hall and into a room where about a dozen other women sat at long tables facing the front of the room. Some sat alone quietly while others stood chatting with each other like old friends. They seemed to range in age from an athletic brunette in her mid-forties to a petite Asian in a cheerleader uniform with CHS emblazoned on the front. Every hair color and style was present. From the Asian girl’s brunette ponytail that ended in the middle of her slender back pointing down to her pert firm perfectly rounded ass, to the curly red tresses of a pale-skinned woman in her mid-thirties, to the blond bob of a petite housewife in her late twenties.
She took a seat at the back of the room and looked around as the redhead closed the door behind her. Then Emily noted a few of the women were in handcuffs seated between two guards on the side of the room. They must be here because of the sentencing the redhead had mentioned she thought.
The redhead walked back to her desk smiling and rubbing her swelling belly while reading the file she brought with her.
“She has no idea what is about to happen to her,” she said quietly.
White Wife Conversion ch. 02
A short man with thinning blond hair and bright blue eyes looking out from behind small rounded spectacles stood at the desk in the front of the room.
“Hello ladies” he began softly. Emily saw all the women standing and chatting quickly sit down. “My name is Agent Barns. I see some new faces and would like to welcome you and thank you for your participation. Some of you have been here before and it is good to see you again.
“I will start with a basic overview of what the Department of Reparations is and what part you will play in completing our mission. We are here to address the systemic inequalities faced by black men in our society. We are here to help even the playing field if you will. By providing services to the underprivileged you will be showing them that our country acknowledges, and will attempt to make up for, the historical wrongs their people have suffered. Now, when I call your name please stand”
Agent Barnes called a list of names until seven of the women were standing.
“You will all be paying reparations. After your medical check, you will be assigned a repartee. He will decide where and for how long you will pay reparations. You will become his property. Now he can’t do anything that will produce long-term effects for you, like divorce your husband, or sell your house, but you must obey his, or their, in the case of married reparees, commands. Any questions?”
The redhead in her thirties raised her hand tentatively.
“Yes, Miss Conners”
“Mrs Conners” she quietly corrected.
“Of course, my mistake,” he said looking down at the papers in front of him. “Please go on.”
“I have two questions” she began quietly. “One when you say no long-term effects, well it’s just that, the letter said we had to stop taking any form of contraception and, well I have, but, that kind of seems like a long-term effect. Doesn’t it?” she added with a nervous laugh.
“Well, when I said no long-term effect I meant legally speaking. Your repartee can’t make you enter into a contract and will have no access to your bank accounts or work functions. But yes, getting bred is a long-term consequence. Your reparee will decide what form of birth control you use; condoms, plan B, or nothing at all” agent Barnes said. If you do get pregnant you are required to carry the baby to term and raise them.”
“I see,” MRS Conners said slowly. That last bit seemed to echo in Emily’s ears. She looked at the women standing and could see several of them had become uncomfortable as well. “Well, what about the length of our reparations? You said that the repartee determines how long we pay. Could that be forever, then?”
“That’s not the length you should be worried about dearie” laughed a tall woman with a mop of curly blond hair. She was quite pretty and very tall. Emily could see she was at least a head taller than the tallest woman she had seen her talking to. The comment brought giggles from the women still seated. Emily saw the Asian teen giggle into her hand.
“Thank you, Jennifer, but I’ll handle the questions if you don’t mind,” said Agent Barnes.
“Yes, I see your point. No, it’s not forever. The max length of payment is ten days, but your repartee can leave any time they are finished. Once they leave the location where you are paying reparations, whether that place is your home or a hotel, wherever, your term is finished, and you can go back to your lives.”
“OK, thank you,” she said hesitantly.
“That is all ladies,” he said ushering the standing women to the door behind him. “Down the hall and to the right for medical exams. After that, you will be told where and when you will meet your repartee tomorrow.”
Emily looked at the remaining women. In addition to herself, the woman agent Barnes had called Jennifer, and the young Asian cheerleader there were the three women in handcuffs. Two seemed to be related probably mother and ********, but maybe sisters she wasn’t sure. They had the same sandy brown hair and pale blue eyes. Next to them sat a young girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. She looked angry and had a scowl on her face without which she would have been quite pretty.
“The rest of you will pay your reparations at our reparations breeding center” Agent Barnes continued once the last of the other women had gone. “You will be cleared medically and proceed to either the breeding center or the conversion center. We’ll start with the breeding center, then move on to the legal matters. In the breeding center you will be attached to one of five pieces of furniture; a bed that allows for a maximum range of positions, cuffed over a breeding bench a comfortable padded bench you lie face down on, the sex swing, the rack, and the pillory, but that is only for those that need to be punished. Follow the rules and you can avoid that one.
“You will work 12 hours a day, submitting to all demands of the men and women who visit the center. You will stay for either the period of judicial sentencing or in the case of genealogical reparations until pregnancy occurs with a minimum of one month of service. If this is your first payment then your schedule will be slightly modified for the first week to allow you time to adjust to the, ahem, resizing. You will work a four-hour shift the first day, with the next day off for recovery, after that, you will work eight hours with another day off to recover, then a full shift with another day off after that, then a full day every day until you have served your sentence or in the case of genealogical reparations until you have achieved an interracial conception.
“Sharon and Susan Blackman,” he said. Two of the women in handcuffs were nudged by the policemen and stood up. “Sharon you were charged with flight to avoid procreation after you received your summons. As a result, you and your ******** must pay reparations. You were sentenced to one year in the breeding center.”
“Please” Sharon cried “I know what I did was wrong but please don’t punish my ********. She’s too young. She can’t risk having a baby and become a single teen mother.”
“MRS Blackman, you have both been sentenced to one year and there is nothing I can do to change that. You should look at it as an opportunity rather than a punishment. You can try and change the small-minded bigotry that you are imparting to your ********. And I should mention that the sentence is for one year. If you get pregnant early on you might just give birth, return to the breeding center, and get pregnant again before your sentence is served.”
“Oh my god, what will my ****** say if we get pregnant with black babies?” She began to sob. Emily looked at the ******** who was pale, wide-eyed, and trembling where she stood.
“That is exactly the attitude that landed you here in the first place.”
“I had the same reaction at first” piped up Jennifer in a much softer tone than her earlier crude joke. “But the world is changing, attitudes are changing, and we must change with it. Besides you will have plenty of time to get used to the idea before you finish your sentence.”
“Jennifer, will you show them to the medical center, please?” Agent Barnes requested. One policeman took the stunned mother and ******** by the arms and followed Jenifer out into the hall.
Emily sat quietly as she watched them leave, waiting to hear her fate.
“Hello ladies” he began softly. Emily saw all the women standing and chatting quickly sit down. “My name is Agent Barns. I see some new faces and would like to welcome you and thank you for your participation. Some of you have been here before and it is good to see you again.
“I will start with a basic overview of what the Department of Reparations is and what part you will play in completing our mission. We are here to address the systemic inequalities faced by black men in our society. We are here to help even the playing field if you will. By providing services to the underprivileged you will be showing them that our country acknowledges, and will attempt to make up for, the historical wrongs their people have suffered. Now, when I call your name please stand”
Agent Barnes called a list of names until seven of the women were standing.
“You will all be paying reparations. After your medical check, you will be assigned a repartee. He will decide where and for how long you will pay reparations. You will become his property. Now he can’t do anything that will produce long-term effects for you, like divorce your husband, or sell your house, but you must obey his, or their, in the case of married reparees, commands. Any questions?”
The redhead in her thirties raised her hand tentatively.
“Yes, Miss Conners”
“Mrs Conners” she quietly corrected.
“Of course, my mistake,” he said looking down at the papers in front of him. “Please go on.”
“I have two questions” she began quietly. “One when you say no long-term effects, well it’s just that, the letter said we had to stop taking any form of contraception and, well I have, but, that kind of seems like a long-term effect. Doesn’t it?” she added with a nervous laugh.
“Well, when I said no long-term effect I meant legally speaking. Your repartee can’t make you enter into a contract and will have no access to your bank accounts or work functions. But yes, getting bred is a long-term consequence. Your reparee will decide what form of birth control you use; condoms, plan B, or nothing at all” agent Barnes said. If you do get pregnant you are required to carry the baby to term and raise them.”
“I see,” MRS Conners said slowly. That last bit seemed to echo in Emily’s ears. She looked at the women standing and could see several of them had become uncomfortable as well. “Well, what about the length of our reparations? You said that the repartee determines how long we pay. Could that be forever, then?”
“That’s not the length you should be worried about dearie” laughed a tall woman with a mop of curly blond hair. She was quite pretty and very tall. Emily could see she was at least a head taller than the tallest woman she had seen her talking to. The comment brought giggles from the women still seated. Emily saw the Asian teen giggle into her hand.
“Thank you, Jennifer, but I’ll handle the questions if you don’t mind,” said Agent Barnes.
“Yes, I see your point. No, it’s not forever. The max length of payment is ten days, but your repartee can leave any time they are finished. Once they leave the location where you are paying reparations, whether that place is your home or a hotel, wherever, your term is finished, and you can go back to your lives.”
“OK, thank you,” she said hesitantly.
“That is all ladies,” he said ushering the standing women to the door behind him. “Down the hall and to the right for medical exams. After that, you will be told where and when you will meet your repartee tomorrow.”
Emily looked at the remaining women. In addition to herself, the woman agent Barnes had called Jennifer, and the young Asian cheerleader there were the three women in handcuffs. Two seemed to be related probably mother and ********, but maybe sisters she wasn’t sure. They had the same sandy brown hair and pale blue eyes. Next to them sat a young girl with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. She looked angry and had a scowl on her face without which she would have been quite pretty.
“The rest of you will pay your reparations at our reparations breeding center” Agent Barnes continued once the last of the other women had gone. “You will be cleared medically and proceed to either the breeding center or the conversion center. We’ll start with the breeding center, then move on to the legal matters. In the breeding center you will be attached to one of five pieces of furniture; a bed that allows for a maximum range of positions, cuffed over a breeding bench a comfortable padded bench you lie face down on, the sex swing, the rack, and the pillory, but that is only for those that need to be punished. Follow the rules and you can avoid that one.
“You will work 12 hours a day, submitting to all demands of the men and women who visit the center. You will stay for either the period of judicial sentencing or in the case of genealogical reparations until pregnancy occurs with a minimum of one month of service. If this is your first payment then your schedule will be slightly modified for the first week to allow you time to adjust to the, ahem, resizing. You will work a four-hour shift the first day, with the next day off for recovery, after that, you will work eight hours with another day off to recover, then a full shift with another day off after that, then a full day every day until you have served your sentence or in the case of genealogical reparations until you have achieved an interracial conception.
“Sharon and Susan Blackman,” he said. Two of the women in handcuffs were nudged by the policemen and stood up. “Sharon you were charged with flight to avoid procreation after you received your summons. As a result, you and your ******** must pay reparations. You were sentenced to one year in the breeding center.”
“Please” Sharon cried “I know what I did was wrong but please don’t punish my ********. She’s too young. She can’t risk having a baby and become a single teen mother.”
“MRS Blackman, you have both been sentenced to one year and there is nothing I can do to change that. You should look at it as an opportunity rather than a punishment. You can try and change the small-minded bigotry that you are imparting to your ********. And I should mention that the sentence is for one year. If you get pregnant early on you might just give birth, return to the breeding center, and get pregnant again before your sentence is served.”
“Oh my god, what will my ****** say if we get pregnant with black babies?” She began to sob. Emily looked at the ******** who was pale, wide-eyed, and trembling where she stood.
“That is exactly the attitude that landed you here in the first place.”
“I had the same reaction at first” piped up Jennifer in a much softer tone than her earlier crude joke. “But the world is changing, attitudes are changing, and we must change with it. Besides you will have plenty of time to get used to the idea before you finish your sentence.”
“Jennifer, will you show them to the medical center, please?” Agent Barnes requested. One policeman took the stunned mother and ******** by the arms and followed Jenifer out into the hall.
Emily sat quietly as she watched them leave, waiting to hear her fate.
White Wife Conversion ch. 03
“Liesel Ebrhardt, you have been found guilty of the following hate crimes: Vandalism, destruction of private property, kidnapping and battery on a person of color, and intentional infliction of emotional distress. You painted a slur on her garage and when she caught you, you hit her dragged her into a car where you and your accomplices Ripped her clothes off and drove away yelling, according to your social media video and I quote “Go back to Africa, nigger” and drove away, leaving her naked in public. Please stand and hear your sentence.”
The blond girl with the perma-scowl glared at agent Barnes but remained seated. That is until the guard hauled her up to her feet and pushed her forward. The scowl briefly disappeared, and she smiled at the recounting of her crime. Her smile faded as Agent Barnes looked up from his papers.
“Due to the heinous nature of your hate crime, you have been sentenced to conversion and five cycles at the breeding center.”
“Fuck you” she screamed “I’m not going to let a nigger breed me. You go to hell.” She began to struggle and tried to get away from the guard. “No fucking beast is gonna fuck this fine Aryan body. You race traitors will pay.”
She continued to squirm and scream invectives at the guards and Agent Barnes, who clicked on his mouse a few times and soon two more guards came in to subdue her along with a young woman in scrubs. The young woman produced a syringe and stuck it in the hysterical blond’s arm. Presently her struggles decreased, and she slumped in her guards’ arms. As they dragged her to the door Agent Barnes stepped forward and took her chin into his hand. He raised her face and looked into her heavy lidded eyes.
“You are exactly the kind of person this program was designed to help. I look forward to you progress and, of course, your reparations dividend. Five cycles. Five times you will be impregnated, give birth and raise a mixed-race child. You will never know which of the hundreds of black men you will service will be the fathers. And you are going to enjoy every minute of it.” Agent Barnes smirked.
“Go to hell!” the Aryan princess slurred before beginning to weakly sing Deutschland Uber Alles as she was dragged out.
Emily watched in stunned silence. Five babies! She knew pregnancy was possible, but five repeatedly in succession?!?! And what was that bit about conversion she wondered. Agent Barnes shuffled some papers around and began packing his briefcase.
“What about me?” Emily stood up and whispered hoarsely.
“You are” he glanced down at his computer screen “Mrs White correct?”
“Yes sir. Emily White.” At this the skinny Asian girl looked up with surprise and delight on her face
“You and Amy can proceed to the breeding center where your conversion will be completed.”
“WHAT!?!?!?” Emily shouted, louder than she intended.
A shadow crossed agent Barnes furrowed brow as he began clicking on his laptop. After several minutes of furious clicking Agent Barnes face softened and he said quietly “Emily please sit down, this may come as a shock to you. When you were selected for reparations a genealogical trace of your ****** revealed that you are related to three families who owe a significant debt to race relations in this country. Two of your great-great-great-grandparents were involved in the slave trade bringing in over 20,000 slaves. Your husband’s mother’s ****** owned a plantation that had a nasty habit of impregnating their slaves. Each of those souls born into slavery must be reborn into freedom. Until the scales are balanced, we cannot move forward and will be stuck in an endless cycle of recriminations and racial animosity. You will help racial harmony in this country by repaying that debt.”
“How many?” Emily whispered hoarsely through a suddenly dry mouth.
“23,982, but the debt has been reduced by the payments of your ****** so currently it stands at 23,837. However, the conversion will make the process fly by.” Agent Barnes said quietly.
Emily processed what she was hearing slowly. She knew that pregnancy was a possibility but now she was being told she would have to have a black baby. The numbers stunned her. Twenty-three thousand people was a small city that her ****** was responsible for. She had always been progressive and while she supported reparations, she never imagined this could happen. But someone had to do something and that someone was her. That something was submitting her pussy and womb to the cause. Plus, the idea that she would be fixing a historical wrong excited her a little. She found herself tingling with sudden excitement and fear.
“And I can help by having a baby that….. Wait, what? Conversion?
“Not a baby, you will be reporting to the breeding center whenever you aren’t pregnant. Once you get pregnant you will be released until you have your baby, once you are cleared medically you will report back to the breeding center to get bred again. This will continue until the debt is paid or until you can no longer get pregnant.”
Emily thought she was going to pass out. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. She was not going to have just one child; she was going to be impregnated over and over again. She involuntarily passed her hand over her flat stomach which would soon bulge with her first debt repayment. Emily thought about her ****** and how she would tell her husband. They had talked about having another child, but now they would never have another together although she would have many, many more.
She thought about her ****** and how she would explain the constant stream of black babies that would be coming out of her. What would she tell her *********? Things began to spin and she started having a panic attack.
“Here, have some water.” the Asian girl said as she handed Emily a bottle from her backpack.
“Thank you” Emily said as she took a sip. The room fell silent for a few long minutes as Emily sipped from the water bottle and her mind turned over all that she had just heard. Finally she spoke again asking calmly in a quiet voice “What was that bit about conversion?”
The blond girl with the perma-scowl glared at agent Barnes but remained seated. That is until the guard hauled her up to her feet and pushed her forward. The scowl briefly disappeared, and she smiled at the recounting of her crime. Her smile faded as Agent Barnes looked up from his papers.
“Due to the heinous nature of your hate crime, you have been sentenced to conversion and five cycles at the breeding center.”
“Fuck you” she screamed “I’m not going to let a nigger breed me. You go to hell.” She began to struggle and tried to get away from the guard. “No fucking beast is gonna fuck this fine Aryan body. You race traitors will pay.”
She continued to squirm and scream invectives at the guards and Agent Barnes, who clicked on his mouse a few times and soon two more guards came in to subdue her along with a young woman in scrubs. The young woman produced a syringe and stuck it in the hysterical blond’s arm. Presently her struggles decreased, and she slumped in her guards’ arms. As they dragged her to the door Agent Barnes stepped forward and took her chin into his hand. He raised her face and looked into her heavy lidded eyes.
“You are exactly the kind of person this program was designed to help. I look forward to you progress and, of course, your reparations dividend. Five cycles. Five times you will be impregnated, give birth and raise a mixed-race child. You will never know which of the hundreds of black men you will service will be the fathers. And you are going to enjoy every minute of it.” Agent Barnes smirked.
“Go to hell!” the Aryan princess slurred before beginning to weakly sing Deutschland Uber Alles as she was dragged out.
Emily watched in stunned silence. Five babies! She knew pregnancy was possible, but five repeatedly in succession?!?! And what was that bit about conversion she wondered. Agent Barnes shuffled some papers around and began packing his briefcase.
“What about me?” Emily stood up and whispered hoarsely.
“You are” he glanced down at his computer screen “Mrs White correct?”
“Yes sir. Emily White.” At this the skinny Asian girl looked up with surprise and delight on her face
“You and Amy can proceed to the breeding center where your conversion will be completed.”
“WHAT!?!?!?” Emily shouted, louder than she intended.
A shadow crossed agent Barnes furrowed brow as he began clicking on his laptop. After several minutes of furious clicking Agent Barnes face softened and he said quietly “Emily please sit down, this may come as a shock to you. When you were selected for reparations a genealogical trace of your ****** revealed that you are related to three families who owe a significant debt to race relations in this country. Two of your great-great-great-grandparents were involved in the slave trade bringing in over 20,000 slaves. Your husband’s mother’s ****** owned a plantation that had a nasty habit of impregnating their slaves. Each of those souls born into slavery must be reborn into freedom. Until the scales are balanced, we cannot move forward and will be stuck in an endless cycle of recriminations and racial animosity. You will help racial harmony in this country by repaying that debt.”
“How many?” Emily whispered hoarsely through a suddenly dry mouth.
“23,982, but the debt has been reduced by the payments of your ****** so currently it stands at 23,837. However, the conversion will make the process fly by.” Agent Barnes said quietly.
Emily processed what she was hearing slowly. She knew that pregnancy was a possibility but now she was being told she would have to have a black baby. The numbers stunned her. Twenty-three thousand people was a small city that her ****** was responsible for. She had always been progressive and while she supported reparations, she never imagined this could happen. But someone had to do something and that someone was her. That something was submitting her pussy and womb to the cause. Plus, the idea that she would be fixing a historical wrong excited her a little. She found herself tingling with sudden excitement and fear.
“And I can help by having a baby that….. Wait, what? Conversion?
“Not a baby, you will be reporting to the breeding center whenever you aren’t pregnant. Once you get pregnant you will be released until you have your baby, once you are cleared medically you will report back to the breeding center to get bred again. This will continue until the debt is paid or until you can no longer get pregnant.”
Emily thought she was going to pass out. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. She was not going to have just one child; she was going to be impregnated over and over again. She involuntarily passed her hand over her flat stomach which would soon bulge with her first debt repayment. Emily thought about her ****** and how she would tell her husband. They had talked about having another child, but now they would never have another together although she would have many, many more.
She thought about her ****** and how she would explain the constant stream of black babies that would be coming out of her. What would she tell her *********? Things began to spin and she started having a panic attack.
“Here, have some water.” the Asian girl said as she handed Emily a bottle from her backpack.
“Thank you” Emily said as she took a sip. The room fell silent for a few long minutes as Emily sipped from the water bottle and her mind turned over all that she had just heard. Finally she spoke again asking calmly in a quiet voice “What was that bit about conversion?”
White Wife Conversion ch. 04
“Maybe I should explain.” the Asian girl in the cheerleader outfit volunteered. Agent Barnes nodded and she continued. “My name is Amy Summers. I am a senior at Central High School where I am a varsity cheerleader. I am an intern here at the Reparations Department. I have been here for two years since I turned sixteen and could intern here. I take AP courses for the most part and already have over a year of college credit in math and sciences. I have been accepted to college where I will be double majoring in premed and psychology. I would have graduated high school already, but I took a year off for some self-discovery and life experiences.
“I have one child, a reparations dividend from the program. I have two other children from my marriage. One of them is from my ex-husband. I am paying the same debt you are. We are cousins.” Seeing the confused look on Emily’s face she explained “Well not by blood but my parents adopted me as a baby while my *** was stationed in Korea. His ****** and your husband’s ****** are kin.” All this spilled out in a single breath. Amy said it in a cheery, optimistic tone that happy teenagers sometimes have.
“I know this can seem a little overwhelming, but I want you to see that even though you will be in the program you can still have a full, satisfying, and productive life. The conversion process will ease you into your new lifestyle. For the next week you will be given injections of IR-339 twice a day then you will watch informational videos about social issues, biology, reproductive genetics, societal oppression of blacks, reparations and what is needed for societal evolution. Each session lasts about two hours. After completing all the conversion sessions, you will be taken to what we like to call your turning out party. All eligible members of the families that our ancestors have wronged will be invited to attend as well as the other women from our families that are in the program. You will be secured to the breeding bench and anyone that wants to can have sex with and inseminate you.
“The IR-339 reprograms the pleasure centers in your brain to be highly susceptible to stimulation from African DNA. The videos will reinforce the importance of the program and your part in it. Your first load of black cum will activate the prepared pleasure centers in your brain to link sexual satisfaction with the African DNA. Your first orgasm after that will cement that link in your brain.
“After getting all that pleasure the demands of the program won’t seem so bad.”
“But my husband…..” Emily trailed off. Amy looked to Agent Barns who was typing away and looking at some notes on Emily’s file. Amy steeled herself. She had never had to do this before. Usually, they were notified in the letter she should have received. How do you tell a young wife and mother that she will never again enjoy sex with her husband? Amy took a deep breath and was relieved to hear Agent Barnes voice.
“What happens with you and your husband will be based on your relationship. Many of the women you will meet next week are still with their husbands. All have had to make changes in their relationships with their partners. Some haven’t been successful. The hard truth is you will no longer be sexually attracted to your husband. That doesn’t mean you can’t have sex with him. For years women have had sex with their husbands even when they weren’t enjoying it or just didn’t want to.”
“I’m sorry this all being dropped on you like this” Amy said sympathetically while reaching out to hold her hand. “It should have been in the letter.”
“I’m sorry too” began Agent Barnes “because that was my fault. You see when genealogically linked women enter the program their Agent would send out the letter and make contact to prepare her. In this case the agent didn’t get the notification.”
“Who was it?” Amy asked shocked at the carelessness someone had taken with this case. Being an Agent was a serious responsibility.
“One Agent Amy Summers. Congratulations Amy as you are 18 now you have been hired on. Emily was to be your first case. We thought it appropriate as you would be spending so much time together in the dormitory you could be the most help to her. Your notifications were to be sent to me and I would start the process, but it got gummed up in the works somehow. I’m very sorry Emily” Agent Barnes said sadly.
Inside Amy want to jump up and down and scream, but that would be inappropriate given the circumstances. Instead, she simply said “Thank you”.
“Well, you earned it. Now take Emily down to get her processed then onto the conversion room and help get her set up and started. After you are done with that, please come to my office we have a lot to talk about.”
“Yes sir” Amy paused. “Agent Barnes can I also have the case for Miss Eberhardt? I have some thoughts on how to make the process more effective for her. It would also be my first time handling a felony case.”
“Are you sure you want to take on that much responsibility so quickly?”
“I can handle it, Sir.”
“Good luck Agent Summers” Agent Barnes said and smiled as he handed the file to Amy. Amy liked the sound of her new title and smiled slightly as she took Emily’s hand and led her out of the room.
Emily was silent through the rest of her processing. Finally, Amy led Emily down a hallway and pushed open a door to a small changing room. Amy took a basket off the shelf and handed it to Emily.
“Put your clothes in here and we’ll go in, see the doctor and get you started. You’ve been pretty quiet. Are you OK?”
“I think I am still in shock” Emily paused. “I have been thinking about my husband. He doesn’t know about what’s going on and he’s expecting me to be home. Can I call him? I really want to talk to him”
“As your Agent I am here to help you in any way I can, so I will see what I can do. Normally once a subject comes in for conversion, they don’t get to see their ****** until they leave with their dividends. It helps to ensure a smooth conversion. But things are not normal this time, so I will see if I can arrange a call or even possibly a quick meeting. No promises though.”
While Emily removed her clothes and began folding them and putting them in the bin, Amy examined Emily’s fantastic body. Emily was 5’6 with an athletic frame, wide hips, and a flat toned stomach. She had small B cup breasts with small dark areolas and small nipples. Amy noted that soon her breasts would grow and be feeding her black child, just as her own barely A cups would.
When Amy had started paying her reparations she had never even considered having sex with another woman, but after years of service she now considered herself solidly bisexual. Her mouth began to water as Emily handed her the box and turned to the door at the other side of the room displaying her firm ass and well-defined legs. Amy found her pussy joining her mouth as she thought about Emily’s turning out party next week.
The door opened into a medical room containing two padded chairs with ominous looking straps. At the end of each were stirrups for their feet. Liesl was already strapped into one of the chairs, her head wobbling back and forth sweeping her heavily lidded eyes across the room. A doctor was injecting her with her first dose of IR-339. Liesl moaned a soft noooo. Then the doctor placed a VR headset on her.
“OK I am going to start your program now. If you look away from the screen or close your eyes for longer than a few seconds, the program will restart from the beginning. Just relax and this should only take about two hours. Then you will be taken to your room so you can rest. After that I’ll see you again at 2 o’clock.” The doctor placed a pair of noise canceling headphones on Liesl’s head and started the program.
Liesl’s eyes were filled with images of strong black bodies. Dark skinned men rippling with muscles and women with voluptuous breasts and flaring hips flashed on the screen. Next there would be news stories about racist crimes committed against the black race. Then short shows showing interracial couples. Then a few testimonials from women about how being blacked has improved their sex lives.
The doctor tuned to see Amy helping Emily into the chair.
“Amy good to see you. How have you been?” asked the doctor.
“I’m good, and you?” Amy replied as she began strapping Emily down.
“The baby is getting a little restless lately, but I think she should settle down soon” she said rubbing her distended belly.
“Is that your reparations dividend?” Emily blurted out without thinking.
“No this is my husband’s ********. One night were a little ***** and he was especially horny. He fucked me like he hadn’t seen a woman in years. I had warned him if he got me pregnant, I was going to volunteer at the breeding center until I had another black baby. When I told him I’d be strapped to a breeding table while dozens of complete strangers fucked with their big black cocks he went into a frenzy and well, you see the result” the doctor explained as she picked up another syringe.
When Amy finished strapping Emily into the chair she reached underneath and pulled up a large rubber ball with a small rod jutting out that was attached to the chair. It pressed gently against Emily’s pussy lips and the rod laid firmly across her clit. One her dose was administered the VR headset was fixed into place. Just before they put on her headphones, she heard Liesl moan quietly. As the screen lit up she understood why. When black me were on the screen the ball and rod would begin to vibrate softly. Emily found herself getting wet as illicit thoughts about what awaited her began racing through her mind.
It took her a while to realize that the machine to which she was hooked wouldn’t let her orgasm. Every time was close to cuming the machine would slow or stop allowing her to cool down before starting up again. The result was a tired, frustrated, and sweaty white wife.
About the time that Emily was realizing she wouldn’t be allowed to cum, Sharon Blackman was being strapped face down on her hands and knees over a large, padded bench that she noticed was surprisingly comfortable. There was a gap at the top that allowed her38D breasts to hang free. Like her ******** she had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. They both had pixy like faces with sharp chins and pointy noses.
Sharon Was about to begin her sentence and somewhere else in the building her ******** was about to do the same. She had never like the idea of reparations. She wondered why did she have fuck a black guy? She never owned slaves. She had never done anything to deserve this, and neither did her ********. This was so wrong
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her door opening and closing. Then the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
“I have one child, a reparations dividend from the program. I have two other children from my marriage. One of them is from my ex-husband. I am paying the same debt you are. We are cousins.” Seeing the confused look on Emily’s face she explained “Well not by blood but my parents adopted me as a baby while my *** was stationed in Korea. His ****** and your husband’s ****** are kin.” All this spilled out in a single breath. Amy said it in a cheery, optimistic tone that happy teenagers sometimes have.
“I know this can seem a little overwhelming, but I want you to see that even though you will be in the program you can still have a full, satisfying, and productive life. The conversion process will ease you into your new lifestyle. For the next week you will be given injections of IR-339 twice a day then you will watch informational videos about social issues, biology, reproductive genetics, societal oppression of blacks, reparations and what is needed for societal evolution. Each session lasts about two hours. After completing all the conversion sessions, you will be taken to what we like to call your turning out party. All eligible members of the families that our ancestors have wronged will be invited to attend as well as the other women from our families that are in the program. You will be secured to the breeding bench and anyone that wants to can have sex with and inseminate you.
“The IR-339 reprograms the pleasure centers in your brain to be highly susceptible to stimulation from African DNA. The videos will reinforce the importance of the program and your part in it. Your first load of black cum will activate the prepared pleasure centers in your brain to link sexual satisfaction with the African DNA. Your first orgasm after that will cement that link in your brain.
“After getting all that pleasure the demands of the program won’t seem so bad.”
“But my husband…..” Emily trailed off. Amy looked to Agent Barns who was typing away and looking at some notes on Emily’s file. Amy steeled herself. She had never had to do this before. Usually, they were notified in the letter she should have received. How do you tell a young wife and mother that she will never again enjoy sex with her husband? Amy took a deep breath and was relieved to hear Agent Barnes voice.
“What happens with you and your husband will be based on your relationship. Many of the women you will meet next week are still with their husbands. All have had to make changes in their relationships with their partners. Some haven’t been successful. The hard truth is you will no longer be sexually attracted to your husband. That doesn’t mean you can’t have sex with him. For years women have had sex with their husbands even when they weren’t enjoying it or just didn’t want to.”
“I’m sorry this all being dropped on you like this” Amy said sympathetically while reaching out to hold her hand. “It should have been in the letter.”
“I’m sorry too” began Agent Barnes “because that was my fault. You see when genealogically linked women enter the program their Agent would send out the letter and make contact to prepare her. In this case the agent didn’t get the notification.”
“Who was it?” Amy asked shocked at the carelessness someone had taken with this case. Being an Agent was a serious responsibility.
“One Agent Amy Summers. Congratulations Amy as you are 18 now you have been hired on. Emily was to be your first case. We thought it appropriate as you would be spending so much time together in the dormitory you could be the most help to her. Your notifications were to be sent to me and I would start the process, but it got gummed up in the works somehow. I’m very sorry Emily” Agent Barnes said sadly.
Inside Amy want to jump up and down and scream, but that would be inappropriate given the circumstances. Instead, she simply said “Thank you”.
“Well, you earned it. Now take Emily down to get her processed then onto the conversion room and help get her set up and started. After you are done with that, please come to my office we have a lot to talk about.”
“Yes sir” Amy paused. “Agent Barnes can I also have the case for Miss Eberhardt? I have some thoughts on how to make the process more effective for her. It would also be my first time handling a felony case.”
“Are you sure you want to take on that much responsibility so quickly?”
“I can handle it, Sir.”
“Good luck Agent Summers” Agent Barnes said and smiled as he handed the file to Amy. Amy liked the sound of her new title and smiled slightly as she took Emily’s hand and led her out of the room.
Emily was silent through the rest of her processing. Finally, Amy led Emily down a hallway and pushed open a door to a small changing room. Amy took a basket off the shelf and handed it to Emily.
“Put your clothes in here and we’ll go in, see the doctor and get you started. You’ve been pretty quiet. Are you OK?”
“I think I am still in shock” Emily paused. “I have been thinking about my husband. He doesn’t know about what’s going on and he’s expecting me to be home. Can I call him? I really want to talk to him”
“As your Agent I am here to help you in any way I can, so I will see what I can do. Normally once a subject comes in for conversion, they don’t get to see their ****** until they leave with their dividends. It helps to ensure a smooth conversion. But things are not normal this time, so I will see if I can arrange a call or even possibly a quick meeting. No promises though.”
While Emily removed her clothes and began folding them and putting them in the bin, Amy examined Emily’s fantastic body. Emily was 5’6 with an athletic frame, wide hips, and a flat toned stomach. She had small B cup breasts with small dark areolas and small nipples. Amy noted that soon her breasts would grow and be feeding her black child, just as her own barely A cups would.
When Amy had started paying her reparations she had never even considered having sex with another woman, but after years of service she now considered herself solidly bisexual. Her mouth began to water as Emily handed her the box and turned to the door at the other side of the room displaying her firm ass and well-defined legs. Amy found her pussy joining her mouth as she thought about Emily’s turning out party next week.
The door opened into a medical room containing two padded chairs with ominous looking straps. At the end of each were stirrups for their feet. Liesl was already strapped into one of the chairs, her head wobbling back and forth sweeping her heavily lidded eyes across the room. A doctor was injecting her with her first dose of IR-339. Liesl moaned a soft noooo. Then the doctor placed a VR headset on her.
“OK I am going to start your program now. If you look away from the screen or close your eyes for longer than a few seconds, the program will restart from the beginning. Just relax and this should only take about two hours. Then you will be taken to your room so you can rest. After that I’ll see you again at 2 o’clock.” The doctor placed a pair of noise canceling headphones on Liesl’s head and started the program.
Liesl’s eyes were filled with images of strong black bodies. Dark skinned men rippling with muscles and women with voluptuous breasts and flaring hips flashed on the screen. Next there would be news stories about racist crimes committed against the black race. Then short shows showing interracial couples. Then a few testimonials from women about how being blacked has improved their sex lives.
The doctor tuned to see Amy helping Emily into the chair.
“Amy good to see you. How have you been?” asked the doctor.
“I’m good, and you?” Amy replied as she began strapping Emily down.
“The baby is getting a little restless lately, but I think she should settle down soon” she said rubbing her distended belly.
“Is that your reparations dividend?” Emily blurted out without thinking.
“No this is my husband’s ********. One night were a little ***** and he was especially horny. He fucked me like he hadn’t seen a woman in years. I had warned him if he got me pregnant, I was going to volunteer at the breeding center until I had another black baby. When I told him I’d be strapped to a breeding table while dozens of complete strangers fucked with their big black cocks he went into a frenzy and well, you see the result” the doctor explained as she picked up another syringe.
When Amy finished strapping Emily into the chair she reached underneath and pulled up a large rubber ball with a small rod jutting out that was attached to the chair. It pressed gently against Emily’s pussy lips and the rod laid firmly across her clit. One her dose was administered the VR headset was fixed into place. Just before they put on her headphones, she heard Liesl moan quietly. As the screen lit up she understood why. When black me were on the screen the ball and rod would begin to vibrate softly. Emily found herself getting wet as illicit thoughts about what awaited her began racing through her mind.
It took her a while to realize that the machine to which she was hooked wouldn’t let her orgasm. Every time was close to cuming the machine would slow or stop allowing her to cool down before starting up again. The result was a tired, frustrated, and sweaty white wife.
About the time that Emily was realizing she wouldn’t be allowed to cum, Sharon Blackman was being strapped face down on her hands and knees over a large, padded bench that she noticed was surprisingly comfortable. There was a gap at the top that allowed her38D breasts to hang free. Like her ******** she had sandy brown hair and brown eyes. They both had pixy like faces with sharp chins and pointy noses.
Sharon Was about to begin her sentence and somewhere else in the building her ******** was about to do the same. She had never like the idea of reparations. She wondered why did she have fuck a black guy? She never owned slaves. She had never done anything to deserve this, and neither did her ********. This was so wrong
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her door opening and closing. Then the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
White Wife Conversion CH5
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her door opening and closing. Then the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Sharon felt her stomach tighten as her newest lover grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her slit. With a hard shove he mounted her, driving his ebony pole deep into her pussy, and turning her husband into a cuckold. She grunted at the pain of his sudden intrusion, but otherwise remained silent as the first man other than her husband impaled her on his cock.
Raised as a strict Catholic she had carefully guarded her virginity until she gave herself to her husband on their wedding night. She was nervous about having sex with her husband as she was afraid that she wouldn’t like it. However, she was prepared to endure it because that was a wife’s duty. So, she was pleasantly surprised at how much she enjoyed sex with her husband. She frequently came and always enjoyed the feeling of his penis inside her. She always thought she would only have one lover in her life, and now a stranger whose name she didn’t even know was driving his ridged cock deep inside her.
Six inches of him was embedded in her and he still had four more to go. He was considerably thicker than her husband and even with the lube she was struggling not to scream in pain. Now he was pushing into areas of her pussy that had never been touched before. She felt a searing pain as the next two inches stretched the walls of her pussy open but managed to only let a ragged breath escape her lips.
The head of her reparee’s cock brushed over her g-spot and a cry of excitement finally broker her silence. She was shocked at how much pleasure poured through her body from one single brush of his cock.
“Yeah, you like the brothas, don’t you” a deep voice grumbled from behind her.
She was immediately ashamed that she had enjoyed sex even for a moment with another man and she quickly grabbed hold of herself. She was tempted to retort that she didn’t like the ‘brothas’ but she didn’t was to antagonize the man that was already fucking her so painfully with his huge cock. Sharon just looked forward and tried to get through this ordeal. Occasionally a grimace would cross her face as a particularly deep thrust caused a spasm of pain, or grunt as his cockhead slipped over that deep spot inside her.
Sharon wasn’t enjoying the sex. It felt like someone was shoving a baseball bat inside her. Her cunt was like a piñata, and he wanted the candy. Then she heard him grunting and the pace of his fucking increased. She panicked at the thought of what was coming, and she thrashed about trying get herself of that cock before it spewed his essence into her, but the straps held her tight.
“Yeah, that’s right baby cum for me” he gasped, misinterpreting her struggles. Then he threw his head back and groaned loudly, driving himself to the hilt inside her and then holding still. Sharon felt every inch of him throb inside her and she felt his cum hit her cervix just above his cockhead. She had his swimmers inside her now and they began their journey to find her egg.
Sharon slumped on the bench in defeat. This was the beginning. She knew it would eventually end with her on her back, legs in stirrups pushing out a black baby. After catching his breath for a little while he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her. She shuddered as he did, and a soft sigh of relief escaped her as her pussy slowly contracted. She heard him get dressed and leave without a word.
Sharon lay there and realized she could hear the couple in the room next to hers. She could hear them talking, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Sometimes a high-pitched squeal and cry would come through, but she couldn’t tell if it was being caused by pleasure or pain.
There was no doubt about the couple in the room on the other side, however.
“Oh god you’re so deep” a woman cried. “Oh god I’ve missed this so much. Fuck me, oh yes, oh god. My husband never fucks me like this. Harder, fuck me, give me that cock.” Sharon listened to the animalistic passions from the next room with disgust. How could any white women be enjoying this she wondered?
Her revery was interrupted by the sound of her door opening again a few minutes later. She tried to relax as the sound of a zipper reached her ears. Once again, she felt a stranger’s cock press into her. The sperm from her last visitor made this cock slide in easier, but it was still painful. Her pussy made wet sloppy sounds as her newest cock sloshed around inside her. She could do nothing but take his strokes, grunt quietly and wait for him to finish. From the other room she could hear the second woman scream.
“I love black cock. Fuck my white pussy. I’m gonna cum. Oh god, oh god I’M CUMMING” she finished in a high-pitched wail. Sharon was disgusted at the display. What a slut that woman must be Sharon thought. From the same room she heard a man grunt quickly and loudly.
“Black cock cums in white pussy” the voice said
“Give it to me. Give me that nut” yelled the woman. Then the room fell silent. The man in the first room signaled that he was emptying himself into his mate with a loud “YYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS”. Sharon was getting long slow strokes from her lover. She was starting to sweat from her exertions. The woman in the first room was making another reparations payment. She was making grunting and cooing noises as she was getting the same as Sharon.
After some time, Sharon felt the man inside her tense up and deliver another load of baby batter to her unprotected womb. Sharon realized with a shock that the majority of men she had now had sex with were black! They were the first of many that would fill her with their DNA trying to put her in the ****** way. The thought sent a shudder through her.
Over the next three hours the pattern was repeated over and over. A man would fuck her until he came then she would rest for a while and wait until her next sperm donor would come in to make a deposit.
As Sharon’s shift wore on the woman in the first room got progressively louder. After a while it became clear that she was enjoying herself. Sharon listened to the woman’s moans of pleasure with growing disgust. What kind of slut lets a stranger do that her and enjoy it, Sharon wondered. She got her answer a few minutes later when the woman in the first room started screaming.
“Oh Jesus Christ, I’m so close, please don’t stop. Yes like that. Faster, faster, oh god I’m so close. Yes. Yes. YYYYEESSS. OOOHH GGGAWWWDDD.” The once quiet woman in the room next to Sharon cried out. After a few more minutes she began shouting again. “Yes give it to me. Give me that nut. Fuck me. Fuck my race. BREED ME. BREED ME. BREEEEDDD MMMEEEEEEE. YES. Yes, yes.”
Sharon listened in horror to her ******** begging to have a black baby fucked into her.
Sharon felt her stomach tighten as her newest lover grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her slit. With a hard shove he mounted her, driving his ebony pole deep into her pussy, and turning her husband into a cuckold. She grunted at the pain of his sudden intrusion, but otherwise remained silent as the first man other than her husband impaled her on his cock.
Raised as a strict Catholic she had carefully guarded her virginity until she gave herself to her husband on their wedding night. She was nervous about having sex with her husband as she was afraid that she wouldn’t like it. However, she was prepared to endure it because that was a wife’s duty. So, she was pleasantly surprised at how much she enjoyed sex with her husband. She frequently came and always enjoyed the feeling of his penis inside her. She always thought she would only have one lover in her life, and now a stranger whose name she didn’t even know was driving his ridged cock deep inside her.
Six inches of him was embedded in her and he still had four more to go. He was considerably thicker than her husband and even with the lube she was struggling not to scream in pain. Now he was pushing into areas of her pussy that had never been touched before. She felt a searing pain as the next two inches stretched the walls of her pussy open but managed to only let a ragged breath escape her lips.
The head of her reparee’s cock brushed over her g-spot and a cry of excitement finally broker her silence. She was shocked at how much pleasure poured through her body from one single brush of his cock.
“Yeah, you like the brothas, don’t you” a deep voice grumbled from behind her.
She was immediately ashamed that she had enjoyed sex even for a moment with another man and she quickly grabbed hold of herself. She was tempted to retort that she didn’t like the ‘brothas’ but she didn’t was to antagonize the man that was already fucking her so painfully with his huge cock. Sharon just looked forward and tried to get through this ordeal. Occasionally a grimace would cross her face as a particularly deep thrust caused a spasm of pain, or grunt as his cockhead slipped over that deep spot inside her.
Sharon wasn’t enjoying the sex. It felt like someone was shoving a baseball bat inside her. Her cunt was like a piñata, and he wanted the candy. Then she heard him grunting and the pace of his fucking increased. She panicked at the thought of what was coming, and she thrashed about trying get herself of that cock before it spewed his essence into her, but the straps held her tight.
“Yeah, that’s right baby cum for me” he gasped, misinterpreting her struggles. Then he threw his head back and groaned loudly, driving himself to the hilt inside her and then holding still. Sharon felt every inch of him throb inside her and she felt his cum hit her cervix just above his cockhead. She had his swimmers inside her now and they began their journey to find her egg.
Sharon slumped on the bench in defeat. This was the beginning. She knew it would eventually end with her on her back, legs in stirrups pushing out a black baby. After catching his breath for a little while he slowly pulled his softening cock out of her. She shuddered as he did, and a soft sigh of relief escaped her as her pussy slowly contracted. She heard him get dressed and leave without a word.
Sharon lay there and realized she could hear the couple in the room next to hers. She could hear them talking, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Sometimes a high-pitched squeal and cry would come through, but she couldn’t tell if it was being caused by pleasure or pain.
There was no doubt about the couple in the room on the other side, however.
“Oh god you’re so deep” a woman cried. “Oh god I’ve missed this so much. Fuck me, oh yes, oh god. My husband never fucks me like this. Harder, fuck me, give me that cock.” Sharon listened to the animalistic passions from the next room with disgust. How could any white women be enjoying this she wondered?
Her revery was interrupted by the sound of her door opening again a few minutes later. She tried to relax as the sound of a zipper reached her ears. Once again, she felt a stranger’s cock press into her. The sperm from her last visitor made this cock slide in easier, but it was still painful. Her pussy made wet sloppy sounds as her newest cock sloshed around inside her. She could do nothing but take his strokes, grunt quietly and wait for him to finish. From the other room she could hear the second woman scream.
“I love black cock. Fuck my white pussy. I’m gonna cum. Oh god, oh god I’M CUMMING” she finished in a high-pitched wail. Sharon was disgusted at the display. What a slut that woman must be Sharon thought. From the same room she heard a man grunt quickly and loudly.
“Black cock cums in white pussy” the voice said
“Give it to me. Give me that nut” yelled the woman. Then the room fell silent. The man in the first room signaled that he was emptying himself into his mate with a loud “YYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS”. Sharon was getting long slow strokes from her lover. She was starting to sweat from her exertions. The woman in the first room was making another reparations payment. She was making grunting and cooing noises as she was getting the same as Sharon.
After some time, Sharon felt the man inside her tense up and deliver another load of baby batter to her unprotected womb. Sharon realized with a shock that the majority of men she had now had sex with were black! They were the first of many that would fill her with their DNA trying to put her in the ****** way. The thought sent a shudder through her.
Over the next three hours the pattern was repeated over and over. A man would fuck her until he came then she would rest for a while and wait until her next sperm donor would come in to make a deposit.
As Sharon’s shift wore on the woman in the first room got progressively louder. After a while it became clear that she was enjoying herself. Sharon listened to the woman’s moans of pleasure with growing disgust. What kind of slut lets a stranger do that her and enjoy it, Sharon wondered. She got her answer a few minutes later when the woman in the first room started screaming.
“Oh Jesus Christ, I’m so close, please don’t stop. Yes like that. Faster, faster, oh god I’m so close. Yes. Yes. YYYYEESSS. OOOHH GGGAWWWDDD.” The once quiet woman in the room next to Sharon cried out. After a few more minutes she began shouting again. “Yes give it to me. Give me that nut. Fuck me. Fuck my race. BREED ME. BREED ME. BREEEEDDD MMMEEEEEEE. YES. Yes, yes.”
Sharon listened in horror to her ******** begging to have a black baby fucked into her.
White wife conversion ch 6
Amy left Emily and headed to Agent Barnes’s office and knocked on the door. Then she went in.
“Amy I have some good news for you”.
“More good news? This seems to be my lucky day. First the promotion and now…….” Amy trailed off expectantly.
“Your proposal has been approved. The requirement has been passed by the state legislature and the Governor will sign it at the end of the month. As a reward your school has been chosen to kick off the campaign.”
“I never thought it would happen so quickly” she said in disbelief.
“Well, they wanted it to start as soon as possible so the progress of the first class will be displayed at graduation” he explained. “You will make the announcement at your school after the signing ceremony”
“We can have a school assembly? Like a huge pep rally where the girls are introduced” Amy asked.
Agent Summers you are in charge. You can handle it any way you want.”
“This is so exciting” she squealed. A thought occurred to her, and she suddenly was very serious. “Before I get to carried away, Reggie wanted me to remind you that your monthly payment was due.” Agent Barnes looked very uncomfortable.
“Do I have to? Can’t you just tell him I took care of it?” Agent Barnes asked uncertainly.
“Oh Agent Barnes, you know I can’t lie to my master. He feels a debt is owed and must be paid. Besides if I don’t you know what will happen to me” she said. “And anyway it isn’t so terrible for you is it?”
Agent Barnes shuddered remembering the only time he ever refused. Amy had come into his office in tears and showed him the welts and red marks and bruises that she had received from her master for her failure. She had begged until he relented just to make sure she wouldn’t have to endure another punishment session.
“No not terrible, just….” He trailed off. “OK where do you want it?”
“It’s your choice. Any where but my pussy since I’m not pregnant now. I do have a pep rally this afternoon, so I’d prefer not to have to redo my make up or have your spunk leaking out of me during our cheer routine. But it’s up to you” she said closing his door.
“all right down your throat it is” Agent Barnes said, undoing his zipper.
“Master Reggie really does appreciate all that you have done for us” she told him, before adding “And so do I” as she dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his average white cock between her lips.
Fifteen minutes later Amy breezed out to her car. She had such an exciting day already; Meeting Emily, getting her promotion, having her program proposal approved and now she had to prepare her teammates for what was coming. On top of all that she still had the taste of Agent Barnes cum in her mouth. Unlike most white men’s cum she had tasted his was quite delicious. If she wasn’t totally converted to BBC she might even say his was the best. It was sweet with a hint of nuttiness and a touch of salt.
As she drove to school one problem cast a grey cloud over her mood. She had to tell Reggie that they couldn’t fuck for another week until Emily White had finished her conversion therapy. She knew he wouldn’t like it and would probably be mad, but she had to adhere to the rules of the organization she now worked for. She only hoped she would have the strength to resist him and hold onto her principles.
She pulled into the parking lot and siged. I might as well get this over with she thought to herself. She stepped out of the car and stretched. It was a cool day and the sun was warm on her exposed skin. From just above where her white sneakers and ankle socks ended up her toned calves over her knees and the midpoint of her firm thighs the sun warmed her legs. The sun worked its magic on her bare midriff from just below her belly button to just below her small firm tits. Her petite stomach showed a hint of her abs.
A few minutes later she stood, trembling slightly, in front of her Black Master, the love of her life and told him everything about her day. Finally she concluded by telling her Master “and since we are on the same station we’ll be starting our breeding cycle with her turning party. I know I have missed you since I birthed my baby, but it’s only another week.” Amy waited breathlessly for his reaction. He moved so swiftly she didn’t have time to react. There was a loud crack in her ear as he slapped her.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he raged. His hand came up and Amy flinched thinking she was going to get another slap. Instead he grabbed her hair and pulled her ear to her mouth. “You think you are so big now with your fancy job and grades, but I know who you really are. Don’t I? You’re just a junkie whore. Aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?” he yelled.
“Yes sir. That’s what I am” she said as tears began to form in her eyes, blurring her visions.
“Yeah you sucked a lot of cock just to shoot up didn’t you, you fucking whore” he whispered into her ear
“Yes sir” she sobbed. Why did he always have to be so mean to he she wondered.
“I’m the one who got you clean, didn’t I, BITCH?”
“Yes sir” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“And now you gonna come in here and tell me if I can or can’t fuck you? Bend over the desk you dumb cunt” he said shoving her roughly over to his desk. This was it and Amy knew it. She couldn’t deny him. Her job, her future, meant nothing to her. Her only desire now was to satisfy and obey her Master. She obeyed immediately, bending over face down on his desk suggestively raising her skirt to shot her small rounded ass. She heard his belt being undone and pulled off. Amy shuddered at the slap of leather against leather as is was snapped between her Masters powerful hands.
She heard the whistling of the belt before it struck home, tearing a scream from the little teen. It was followed by two more before her a menacing voice asked: “Who’s pussy is this?” as two fingers slid into her gaping pussy.
“It’s yours sir” she sighed as a wave of euphoria emanated from her pussy. Soon he would fuck her and everything would be alright. She listened happily to the belt deliver two more blows higher up her ass.
“And when can I fuck my pussy?” He asked.
“Whenever you want SIR” she grunted as the fingers were pulled out of her pussy only to be jammed forcefully into her ass. Amy sighed expectantly as she felt his cock slide up and down her pussy lips. She was surprised at how wet she was. One thrust and everything would be fine. Then she felt the head part her lips followed by six mor inches. Amy groaned in ecstasy as he began slow stoking her pussy with his thick cock. Soon she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in her pussy. She was lost in the pleasure of his mating as her orgasm crested. Soon his sperm would be deposited in her to begin the process of getting her pregnant again.
“Your Daddy expecting you home tonight?” he asked as his cock plowed hard, deep, fast strokes into her fertile teen body.
“Noooo” she groaned weakly. “After turning out……ugh…….parties I usually stayyyyyyyyyyy. AT…THE……BREEEEEEEEEDDDDING………..FUCK…………FUCK” she screamed as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
“Good. Don’t tell him any different. After school you come to my house and entertain my wife till I get home. Then I’ll spend the weekend putting a baby in you. Understand?”
Another weak yes came from the pretty Asian teen. Then he began to shake as his orgasm exploded out of the top of his cock delivering his sperm to her need-soaked body. Amy panted for a few seconds trying to gather her thoughts and reveling in the feel of his hot cock and cum lodged deep inside her. He slowly softened and slipped out of her pussy. Then he stood up and sat down at his desk.
“You can go now, but first let me ask you something. What kind of dumb slut risks her career just to take a pussy full of sperm?” He asked her scathingly.
“Your devoted Asian slut, sir. I would do anything for you.” Then she walked out of his office before he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. Once out of his office she readjusted her clothing and walked to the bathroom to touch up her make up. She put some paper towels in her panties to keep the sperm from soaking them and displaying the evidence of her betrayal to everyone who saw them during her routines that afternoon.
When she was through with that she composed herself and walked out of the bathroom. Now she was on a mission she had to find two girls. Abigail Danvers and Christy Moore. Respectively they were the student council president and the head cheerleader. She smiled as she thought about their futures.
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“Amy I have some good news for you”.
“More good news? This seems to be my lucky day. First the promotion and now…….” Amy trailed off expectantly.
“Your proposal has been approved. The requirement has been passed by the state legislature and the Governor will sign it at the end of the month. As a reward your school has been chosen to kick off the campaign.”
“I never thought it would happen so quickly” she said in disbelief.
“Well, they wanted it to start as soon as possible so the progress of the first class will be displayed at graduation” he explained. “You will make the announcement at your school after the signing ceremony”
“We can have a school assembly? Like a huge pep rally where the girls are introduced” Amy asked.
Agent Summers you are in charge. You can handle it any way you want.”
“This is so exciting” she squealed. A thought occurred to her, and she suddenly was very serious. “Before I get to carried away, Reggie wanted me to remind you that your monthly payment was due.” Agent Barnes looked very uncomfortable.
“Do I have to? Can’t you just tell him I took care of it?” Agent Barnes asked uncertainly.
“Oh Agent Barnes, you know I can’t lie to my master. He feels a debt is owed and must be paid. Besides if I don’t you know what will happen to me” she said. “And anyway it isn’t so terrible for you is it?”
Agent Barnes shuddered remembering the only time he ever refused. Amy had come into his office in tears and showed him the welts and red marks and bruises that she had received from her master for her failure. She had begged until he relented just to make sure she wouldn’t have to endure another punishment session.
“No not terrible, just….” He trailed off. “OK where do you want it?”
“It’s your choice. Any where but my pussy since I’m not pregnant now. I do have a pep rally this afternoon, so I’d prefer not to have to redo my make up or have your spunk leaking out of me during our cheer routine. But it’s up to you” she said closing his door.
“all right down your throat it is” Agent Barnes said, undoing his zipper.
“Master Reggie really does appreciate all that you have done for us” she told him, before adding “And so do I” as she dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his average white cock between her lips.
Fifteen minutes later Amy breezed out to her car. She had such an exciting day already; Meeting Emily, getting her promotion, having her program proposal approved and now she had to prepare her teammates for what was coming. On top of all that she still had the taste of Agent Barnes cum in her mouth. Unlike most white men’s cum she had tasted his was quite delicious. If she wasn’t totally converted to BBC she might even say his was the best. It was sweet with a hint of nuttiness and a touch of salt.
As she drove to school one problem cast a grey cloud over her mood. She had to tell Reggie that they couldn’t fuck for another week until Emily White had finished her conversion therapy. She knew he wouldn’t like it and would probably be mad, but she had to adhere to the rules of the organization she now worked for. She only hoped she would have the strength to resist him and hold onto her principles.
She pulled into the parking lot and siged. I might as well get this over with she thought to herself. She stepped out of the car and stretched. It was a cool day and the sun was warm on her exposed skin. From just above where her white sneakers and ankle socks ended up her toned calves over her knees and the midpoint of her firm thighs the sun warmed her legs. The sun worked its magic on her bare midriff from just below her belly button to just below her small firm tits. Her petite stomach showed a hint of her abs.
A few minutes later she stood, trembling slightly, in front of her Black Master, the love of her life and told him everything about her day. Finally she concluded by telling her Master “and since we are on the same station we’ll be starting our breeding cycle with her turning party. I know I have missed you since I birthed my baby, but it’s only another week.” Amy waited breathlessly for his reaction. He moved so swiftly she didn’t have time to react. There was a loud crack in her ear as he slapped her.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he raged. His hand came up and Amy flinched thinking she was going to get another slap. Instead he grabbed her hair and pulled her ear to her mouth. “You think you are so big now with your fancy job and grades, but I know who you really are. Don’t I? You’re just a junkie whore. Aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?” he yelled.
“Yes sir. That’s what I am” she said as tears began to form in her eyes, blurring her visions.
“Yeah you sucked a lot of cock just to shoot up didn’t you, you fucking whore” he whispered into her ear
“Yes sir” she sobbed. Why did he always have to be so mean to he she wondered.
“I’m the one who got you clean, didn’t I, BITCH?”
“Yes sir” she cried, tears streaming down her face.
“And now you gonna come in here and tell me if I can or can’t fuck you? Bend over the desk you dumb cunt” he said shoving her roughly over to his desk. This was it and Amy knew it. She couldn’t deny him. Her job, her future, meant nothing to her. Her only desire now was to satisfy and obey her Master. She obeyed immediately, bending over face down on his desk suggestively raising her skirt to shot her small rounded ass. She heard his belt being undone and pulled off. Amy shuddered at the slap of leather against leather as is was snapped between her Masters powerful hands.
She heard the whistling of the belt before it struck home, tearing a scream from the little teen. It was followed by two more before her a menacing voice asked: “Who’s pussy is this?” as two fingers slid into her gaping pussy.
“It’s yours sir” she sighed as a wave of euphoria emanated from her pussy. Soon he would fuck her and everything would be alright. She listened happily to the belt deliver two more blows higher up her ass.
“And when can I fuck my pussy?” He asked.
“Whenever you want SIR” she grunted as the fingers were pulled out of her pussy only to be jammed forcefully into her ass. Amy sighed expectantly as she felt his cock slide up and down her pussy lips. She was surprised at how wet she was. One thrust and everything would be fine. Then she felt the head part her lips followed by six mor inches. Amy groaned in ecstasy as he began slow stoking her pussy with his thick cock. Soon she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in her pussy. She was lost in the pleasure of his mating as her orgasm crested. Soon his sperm would be deposited in her to begin the process of getting her pregnant again.
“Your Daddy expecting you home tonight?” he asked as his cock plowed hard, deep, fast strokes into her fertile teen body.
“Noooo” she groaned weakly. “After turning out……ugh…….parties I usually stayyyyyyyyyyy. AT…THE……BREEEEEEEEEDDDDING………..FUCK…………FUCK” she screamed as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
“Good. Don’t tell him any different. After school you come to my house and entertain my wife till I get home. Then I’ll spend the weekend putting a baby in you. Understand?”
Another weak yes came from the pretty Asian teen. Then he began to shake as his orgasm exploded out of the top of his cock delivering his sperm to her need-soaked body. Amy panted for a few seconds trying to gather her thoughts and reveling in the feel of his hot cock and cum lodged deep inside her. He slowly softened and slipped out of her pussy. Then he stood up and sat down at his desk.
“You can go now, but first let me ask you something. What kind of dumb slut risks her career just to take a pussy full of sperm?” He asked her scathingly.
“Your devoted Asian slut, sir. I would do anything for you.” Then she walked out of his office before he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. Once out of his office she readjusted her clothing and walked to the bathroom to touch up her make up. She put some paper towels in her panties to keep the sperm from soaking them and displaying the evidence of her betrayal to everyone who saw them during her routines that afternoon.
When she was through with that she composed herself and walked out of the bathroom. Now she was on a mission she had to find two girls. Abigail Danvers and Christy Moore. Respectively they were the student council president and the head cheerleader. She smiled as she thought about their futures.
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White wife conversion chapter 7
*************************************************************************************Emily woke up early the next morning. Her second treatment yesterday afternoon had left her exhausted and she fell asleep shortly after dinner. Her dreams that night were plagued by images of powerful black men like the ones she had seen in her conversion videos. Not once did she think of or see her husband in her dreams.
The men in her dreams took her quickly, passionately, and repeatedly. She was damp and her womanly juices were smeared on her toned firm thighs when she awoke. She felt guilty when she thought about her husband because she knew that even though she hadn’t done anything yet, she would. She felt guilty even though they were just dreams and she had no choice in what she was going to have to do, she loved her husband and her ****** very much.
She and her husband both believed in racial harmony, and the reparations movement, but not in racial superiority or the BNWO. But now feared that might be changing. She headed to the shower still feeling somewhat aroused from her dreams. After soaping up she slipped her fingers into herself but after ten fruitless minutes she rinsed off and headed down to breakfast.
Masturbating had never been a problem for her before and she was confused as to why she couldn’t get herself off. She correctly surmised it had something to do with the conversion treatments she was receiving. She would ask the doctor about it when she went in for her next treatment.
At breakfast she sat a a table close to Sharon and Susan Blackman. The mother and ******** were arguing with a quiet intensity, trying to keep their voices low.
“I don’t know what came over me Mama” Susan whispered tersely “they just kept going at me over and over again. I couldn’t hold back anymore and it all just came tumbling out of me.”
“I can’t believe the sick things you said. I didn’t raise you to be a slut, and certainly not a slut for black men” Sharon hissed back.
“I have to get ready for school” Susan said. She winced as a sharp stabbing pain rang through her raw red pussy when she stood up. Then she continued slightly louder than she intended “You know Mama it’s going to happen. Whether I say it or not they are going to knock us up. We are going to get fucked every day for the next year. Hundreds maybe thousands of men will be pumping us full of cum. And just remember it’s all because of what you did! So maybe you should think about that before you criticize me.” With that Susan hobbled off to get changed.
“She’s right you know” an athletically built redhead from the next table said gently. “There is nothing you can do now to change your fate. But the good news is this doesn’t have to be a terrible experience for you. I was just like you when I was sent here for the first time. I cried myself to sleep every night for three weeks before I began to relax a little. I didn’t like having to have sex with complete strangers, but once I embraced my new life here I began to hate it less and enjoy it more. And like agent Barnes said maybe you can change and grow. Your old-fashioned attitudes are being stamped out. Once you accept your new place in the BNWO your life, and your ********’s, will become exponentially better. Try not to be too mad at your ********, she is just making the best of her current situation. Besides” she added I’ve had the best and most powerful orgasms of my life in this building”.
“Why are you here” Sharon asked, not quite sure what to say to the pretty redhead. She was still burning from her exchange with her ********, but Sharon didn’t want to be rude and tell her to mind her own business, after all she didn’t know how long they would be here together, and she didn’t want to make any enemies right away.
“I drove a woman to an abortion clinic. I didn’t know it was a reparation dividend, but that didn’t matter. I was sentenced to two cycles and five years of service at the breeding center every weekend. They are served consecutively. I am here to get pregnant with my second child. After that I can go on birth control when I am serving that part of my sentence.”
“So you have to have two black children and be ***** every weekend for five years? Just because you gave a friend a ride?” Sharon asked incredulously.
“Oh, no, she wasn’t a friend. I am a driver for hire. I drive people all over the city.” She paused pensively for a moment. “I just don’t drive women to abortion clinics anymore.”
Sharron was floored. She thought about what the poor woman was going to go through just because she gave a complete stranger a ride. Sharon noticed the woman’s wedding ring.
“And you’re married?” The redhead nodded taking a bite of her food. “How are you two dealing with this? What does he think? Is he white? Does he know about, you know, what you said, about the, uh,” Sharon lowered her voice “orgasms”.
All the questions tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying. They were very personal questions asked of a complete stranger. But the fact was she had been concerned about her and her husband’s relationship, ever since the last time she saw him. When she was led out of the courtroom after her sentence had been handed down, she had locked eyes with her equally shocked husband for just a moment before being hustled out the door to the breeding center with her ********.
“Wow that’s a lot to take in. Yes, I am married to a white man. We are very much in love and although he doesn’t love the idea of my having sex with hundreds of men, much less having two children with them I know he will stand by me. We are planning on my husband getting me pregnant as soon as I am done serving my sentence. I love him very much and honesty is a very important in a relationship, but I may have misled him a little regarding how much I enjoy sex with black men. I have only told him that I have had orgasms when I am serving my time here. I don’t think he needs to know how much better these big black cocks fuck me, or how much I enjoy being submissive to them in the name of racial justice. The only reason I don’t tell him about sleeping with women is because I am saving that for an anniversary surprise in a couple of months. I’ll tell him all the details of how I became bi and then give him his first threesome. The cherry on top is the woman in the threesome is the first girl I ever had sex with. Oh, speak of the devil there she is now.”
Sharon and Emily turned to see Amy stride into the room. She looked radiant. Her smile beamed across her pretty face and when she saw the three women looking at her she waved and made her way over to them.
“You have to have sex with women?” Sharon asked anxiously.
“Well sometimes black women do come in. Sometimes alone, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands. Sometimes a man will come in with his girlfriend, or snowbunny. But mostly it is getting tendered to the special request section.”
“What’s that?” Sharon once again queried.
Amy had arrived at the table to hear that last exchange and took the opportunity to explain.
“Special request section allows men, and women, in the geological program to request special on demand access to any woman in their ancestor pool. They can choose multiple women at once if they want to see them serve each other. They can pick anyone on their ancestor pool or anyone currently serving in the breeding facility. As long as one of the women in their ancestor pool.”
“They can make me have sex with another woman?” Sharon blurted out.
“Yes. As long as you are serving your sentence here you are the property of the reparations department. They own you and can make you do almost anything to please our black clients. That’s how Maggie and I met. Dante wanted to fuck her again so he put in an SR for she and I to do a show for, and with, him. How are you doing Maggie? Your first month is almost up do you think you will be staying another month?”
“Well I don’t feel pregnant, but I hope it happens soon. I need to be out of here before my anniversary. I was just telling my new friend here about my anniversary present for my husband.”
“Well keep trying and hope for a fast breeding. I am really looking forward to meeting your husband, so I hope our clientele get the job done soon” Amy said as she leaned over and gave Maggie a tender kiss on the lips before addressing the stunned Sharon. “Sharon you are off today for recovery so sleep, relax, watch TV. I’ll drop off and pick up Susan from school today. You and I have a 3 o’clock counseling session, then Susan will join us for a ****** meeting before she and I have a one on one counseling session, then dinner. Emily if you are done I can take you down to the conversion center before I take Susan to school.”
“Whats the conversion center” Sharon asked almost fearfully.
“Amy, I can explain it to her if you have to go” volunteered Maggie.
“Thank you. I’ll see you after your shift and we can talk about plans for your husbands surprise” Amy replied before giving her another kiss. A stunned Emily got up and followed Amy out. As they were walking Emily tried to process all she had seen and heard in the last few minutes.
“Amy” she asked tentatively “is she your girlfriend?”
“Not exactly. She and I are just really god friends who sometimes have sex” Amy answered. “you know I am your agent, we are going to be working closely together. I don’t have any secrets and I’m not ashamed of anything I do here, so if you have questions don’t hesitate, just ask.”
“You have sex with her when you are required to?”
“Of course. I also have sex with her when we are together and we want to. Sex is going to be lot different for you now. It is just for pleasure. Not love, not the integral part of a relationship just pleasure. So you can take it from any source, besides some of these women will be here for months or years with the same people so it just happens sometimes.”
“But I’m not a lesbian” Emily whispered.
“Probably not, although it does happen now and then. I have been to several weddings of women who met while serving here. But you might find yourself moving in the direction of bisexuality.”
As they entered a heavily drugged, but still struggling Lisel was being manhandled into the chair. Once she was strapped in the doctor injected Lisel with her treatment and began the video. Emily was strapped into her chair as the doctor approached needle in hand.
“How are you feeling today Emily?” she asked.
“Ok I gues. Just a little anxious” Emily said.
“Can’t wait to get started?” the doctor joked.
“It’s not that. I, um, well you see….” Emily trailed off as she tried to collect her thoughts. “Last night I had these dreams., you know” she whispered “sex dreams.”
“About black men?” the doctor asked. Emily nodded. “That’s perfectly natural. Your brain is processing the images you saw with the new pathways in your mind.”
“Well this morning I was so aroused from the dreams I tried to, er, take matters into my own hands and, uhh”
“You couldn’t stimulate yourself properly? Again, that is perfectly normal. Because of your treatment your brain now recognizes that you are trying to stimulate your pleasure pathways and rejects it since it isn’t another person. It’s the same reason you can’t tickle yourself” the doctor finished.
“So I can never masturbate again?” Emily cried out as panic began to set in.
“The effect isn’t permanent” the pretty doctor with the prominent belly bulge reassured her “once you have your first orgasm on a big black cock your brain will sort of reboot itself and almost all pleasure pathways should be open to you again.”
“Almost?” Emily asked not really wanting to know.
“You won’t be able to enjoy penetration sex with anyone besides black men. That is the point of conversion” the doctor said flatly.
“Oh, thank you Doctor” Emily said.
Emily moaned quietly as she felt the conversion drugs hit her system. Her pussy began to get moist as the images appeared in front of her in bold 3-D. It was like she was in the room with the people on the screen. In her ears an announcer was speaking.
“This was a grudge match 5 years in the making. D’Marcus Jones and Chad Softwood have met in the ring twice before. Split decisions resulted in each winning one fight. But when their fights turned political the hatred grew even worse. This fight was unofficially known as the race war. An avowed white supremacist Softwood, said this about his opponent, BNWO supporter Jones.”
The picture cut to a powerfully built white man standing in a bar with his arm around a woman. The caption on the bottom read Chad and Karen Softwood.
“I’ll tell you what, these niggers with this BNWO bullshit need to be stopped. We need a movement to shut ‘em down. And I’ll fight D’Marcus Jones that BNWO puppet. I’ll show you what white folks can do. Oh and if he’ll put up one of slutty little nigger loving snowbunny race traitors I’ll put up my wife. If I can’t beat him I deserve to be cuckolded by him. He can have her for 30 days after the fight to whatever he wants with her.”
“And I’ll tell you right now” Karen chirped in “I’ll put my pussy up but I ain’t gonna fuck no nigger, am I baby?” As an answer Chad bent down and kissed his short petite wife, her brown hair falling over her shoulder and midway down her back.
The picture shifted to a montage of D’Marcus training. Running behind a pace car his sweat running down his sculpted abs. Lifting weights his muscles bulging and his tight-fitting shorts displaying his endowment. Sparring with another fighter his body a symphony of movement. This montage has Emily moaning as the vibrating chair sent waves of pleasure radiating from her crotch.
“Chad aint nothing but a little white bitch boy. So I’m gonna take his challenge. If he wins, he can have Laura. And if she fucks a white guy I don’t want her back, so you can keep her. But I anint gonna lose and when I win, I am gonna fuck his wife so good she won’t want togo back to him. But either way I’m gonna send that bitch home with my baby in her womb” D’Marcus’s voice spoke over the training montage.
He looked so manly, so powerful in front of her. His voice speaking so bluntly about what he would do to someone’s wife almost made Emily cum. The training montage ended with a home video of Laura on her knees getting a ferocious pounding from behind. The petite blond girl was moaning and pleading with him.
“Oh god you’re so big. I’m so..ugh..full. Please baby don’t send me away I’ll….ohgod…do anything. I’ll get you my…ooooo…aaahhhh…sister. I know you want her, I can get her for you. Please don’t make me fuck a white man. PLLLLLAAAAAAHHHH” she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
“We all remember what happened next. 45 seconds into the first round D’Marcus let loose with a flurry of blows staggering his opponent before finishing him off with a ferocious uppercut that sent Chad Softwood to the mat” the announcer narrated as the film showed the powerful black man destroying the racist white supremacist. As Karen ran up to her husband D’Marcus grabbed her arm and with the help of his entourage dragged her away.
“I hadn’t considered the possibility that my husband would lose and I would be forced to live up to the terms of the bet” Karen’s voice said “I kept trying to get to my husband who was lying motionless on the canvas. Instead, I was dragged down the tunnel to D’Marcus’s dressing room. When I got there three beautiful blond women were standing in the room naked. Laura, her mother Louise, and her younger sister Lisa had been watching the fight on the TV. Laura and Louise looked excited, but Lisa seemed nervous.
“For the first time any where we have the video of the aftermath of the fight” the narrator continued. “Although the audio isn’t particularly good you can see what happens as the alpha male climes his prize”
“His friends held my hands behind my back as D’Marcus tore my dress off” Karen narrated the video as it showed her pinned to the table by four large black men. “He told Laura to get me ready and then told their mother to have Lisa get him ready.”
The video showed Laura bending between Karen’s thighs as Louise led Lisa to D’Marcus before she watched her ******** kneel before him. Lisa opened her mouth and began bobbing her head on D’Marcus’s enormous fourteen-inch, thick black cock. “I was shocked when I saw that monster cock. There is now way that thing is going to fit in me” Karen’s voice continued “but Lisa was doing an incredible job eating my pussy. She would bring me t the brink of orgasm before backing down. Finally she began kissing my body leaving two fingers rubbing my clit and dipping them into my pussy. She grabbed my hair and jerked me so that I was looking directly at her sister sucking that monster cock. ‘He’s goann fuck you up with that black dick, but don’t worry you’ll get used to it soon enough. Then you’ll never get enough’ she giggled as she went back to pleasuring my pussy.
“I had never even kissed a girl before and now I was silently praying that a woman would finally make me cum.”
Emily completely understood as she too was praying that the vibrator slowly stimulating her would finally give her the release she desperately craved. The video showed D’Marcus stepping back from the young blond girl and turning his attention to the white wife he had just won being held down by his beefy entourage.
“I felt him pressing his cock into me” Karen said, “it was like I was being fucked with a baseball bat.” The audio, while not good, clearly captured Karen’s screams as her pussy was resize by the superior black man. “I was babbling and crying and screaming nonsensically as he kept ramming more and more of that huge cock into me. I thought I was going to split in two, there was so much pressure on my abdomen as he rearranged my guts with that monster. I don’t know when it stopped hurting, but soon enough it got easier to take his blacksnake.”
The video sped up to three times speed and Emily noted that he had been pounding her for almost forty minutes before it slowed down to normal. In that time Karen’s hair had become tussled and stuck in large clumps to her sweat soaked face. No one was holding her down anymore. Her hands were wrapped around his back and her ankles were locked around his hips. She was humping back at him and grunting each time he slammed forward into her.
“One thing about athletes” Karen went on, “they have stamina. My pussy was raw, and swollen and it hurt like hell, but he kept fucking me. Finally, he began fucking me with short jerky strokes and he began groaning. I remember screaming ‘NO NO NO’ “Karen said as the video showed her whipping her head back and forth as D’Marcu threw his head back and screamed. “When I felt him pulse inside me, I was all too aware of his warmth pushing deep into my unprotected reproductive organ. That sent me over the edge, and I came hard. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that orgasm was probably the end of my marriage.
“D’Marcus fucked both Lisa and myself a couple of times a day until I got my period which surprised me because with amount of cum my pussy was getting I was sure he had impregnated me. During that time he focused on Lisa. Every load was shot into her pussy as she begged him to get her pregnant. She wanted all the white boys at her catholic school to see her body change as she grew a mixed race child in a body they would never get to touch. She cried out through her orgasm that she wanted to walk in her high school graduation with his baby in her. She got her wish and missed her next period. After Lisa was knocked up He turned all his attention to me.”
The video showed Karen walking slowly out of D’Marcus’s apartment with bowed legs. Her hair was a mess it looked windblown and tangled. Cum was still drying on her face and long strings of it were in her hair. She stopped to answer a few questions from reporters and as she got into a waiting car a dollop of cum slipped from her pussy onto the ground.
“As soon as we got home Chad threw me down on the bed and started fucking me. I tried to push him off but he was like an animal and eventually I stopped my fruitless struggles. It was kind of pleasant, but in no way arousing. I realized that everything I had heard was true. There was no going back for me. After about ten minutes he came inside of me and I shivered in disgust at the feeling of his inferior sperm in my body.
“But for about ten days there was no getting away from my husband or his average sized penis. He would come to me two or three times a day and bend me over the kitchen sink or pull me into his lap on the couch. He seemed to be oblivious to my disintrest. I swear I was ***** by my husband than I ever was by D’Marcus. I confirmed I was pregnant and we all know the result.”
A newspage showed the picture of Chad Softwood beaming over his wife and white son. “’He may have won the fight in the ring, but my wife’s body shows who won the most important fight’ Fighter Says After Birth of Son” the headline read. Karen looked down at her son with a mix of sadness and disappointment. But as the pictures of the next few days slid past her mood seemed to improve in direct correlation to the baby’s darkening skin color Two weeks later an elated Karen looked down at the light mocha child suckling at her breast.
After that there were pictures of her wedding to D’Marcus. Karen on her knees in a white dress as her husband towered over her. It changed to a video of a priest saying “I now pronounce you man and snowbunny. You may kiss the bride.” But instead of letting her stand up he turned her around to face the crowd. “I have an announcement to make. I have decided to start a ****** right away. Three months a go I cut Karen off from sex. I told her we should wait until our wedding day to make it more special.” Karen smiled slightly embarrassed that her parents and other ****** were hearing details of her sex life. D’Marcus continued “At that time I also switched out her birth control pills for placebos. She hasn’t been protected for a while now” D’Marcus said as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knelt behind her “and it’s time we got started”. Karen shrieked as he drove his cock into her. Most of the room cheered and continued on with the celebration.
“It was exciting” Karen’s voice came on, “knowing that he controlled when I got pregnant and apparently where. He fucked me for about half an hour and during that time the hall had broken out into an orgy. Lisa came up and started making out with me like we did during that first month together. Laura and Louise went down in a pile of tangled arms and legs as several men began fucking them at once. I even saw my own sister making out with a black guy and rubbing his cock through her pants. When I saw her the next day she could barely walk. Soon someone pulled Lisa away, bent her over a chair and began plowing her from behind. After my third orgasm everything became kind of fuzzy. It was wonderful especially when I felt him shooting our second child into me.”
The video ended with a montage of photos. Lisa getting her high school diploma in a blue cap and gown over a distended belly. Lisa in the hospital holding her own mixed-race baby. Louis and Laura were there too. Cooing at the baby over their own bloated stomachs, although neither of them had a clue who the fathers might be. They had taken so muck black cock bareback that it could be almost any black man in their city. Not to mention the long weekend they spent at the migrant hotel in Black Pines. Finally it ended with Lisa’s yearbook page with her Senior Quote highlighted. “Breed Proud. Breed Strong. Breed Black”.
The video returned to the fight that started it all. As it showed the knock down over and over on a three second loop. The words from Lisa’s quote flashed over the screen. Then it changed to more videos of black men knocking out skinny white boys. Emily jumped as the vibrator resting on her asshole turned up and sent spasms of pleasure through her from her clit to her ears. After a few more clips the video changed to a lecture about how monogamy is the tool of the white man to keep the black man away from their white women out of fear that the women would enjoy sex more with black cock. That would lead to more of them would choose not to mate with white men and possibly lead to the breakup of existing relationships. Emily thought about her husband. Had he wanted to keep her from experiencing the pleasure that could come from having unprotected sex with a black man, or men? Was he a racist? She was almost cumming to these thoughts as the machine powered down her stimulation, leaving her practically screaming in frustration, but she was too exhausted to make more than a disappointed groan.
After the lecture were some video clips showing women cumming with their black studs then the same girl visibly pregnant and finally her holding her mixed race child. The words Breed Strong. Breed Proud. Breed Black. flashing on the screen in between girls. There must have been fifty women Emily watched as she was held on the brink of orgasm for about half an hour. When the program ended, and the straps were released Emily saw Lisel still on her bed twitching as she watched her video. She had closed her eyes for too long the video had restarted.
Emily also had a slight twitch in her hips as well as a visible tremor in her hand. She found herself too weak to stand and had to be wheeled to her room where a large black nurse helped her into bed. As she looked at him, she pictured his strong hands grabbing her breasts. She imagined his weight coming down on her young petite frame. Her pussy gushed at the thought, but he had turned and left after he got her tucked in. And Emily was alone, frustrated, confused, hornier than she had ever been in her life with absolutely nothing she could do about any of it.
Emily slipped into a fitful sleep.
Next Emily’s Dream
The men in her dreams took her quickly, passionately, and repeatedly. She was damp and her womanly juices were smeared on her toned firm thighs when she awoke. She felt guilty when she thought about her husband because she knew that even though she hadn’t done anything yet, she would. She felt guilty even though they were just dreams and she had no choice in what she was going to have to do, she loved her husband and her ****** very much.
She and her husband both believed in racial harmony, and the reparations movement, but not in racial superiority or the BNWO. But now feared that might be changing. She headed to the shower still feeling somewhat aroused from her dreams. After soaping up she slipped her fingers into herself but after ten fruitless minutes she rinsed off and headed down to breakfast.
Masturbating had never been a problem for her before and she was confused as to why she couldn’t get herself off. She correctly surmised it had something to do with the conversion treatments she was receiving. She would ask the doctor about it when she went in for her next treatment.
At breakfast she sat a a table close to Sharon and Susan Blackman. The mother and ******** were arguing with a quiet intensity, trying to keep their voices low.
“I don’t know what came over me Mama” Susan whispered tersely “they just kept going at me over and over again. I couldn’t hold back anymore and it all just came tumbling out of me.”
“I can’t believe the sick things you said. I didn’t raise you to be a slut, and certainly not a slut for black men” Sharon hissed back.
“I have to get ready for school” Susan said. She winced as a sharp stabbing pain rang through her raw red pussy when she stood up. Then she continued slightly louder than she intended “You know Mama it’s going to happen. Whether I say it or not they are going to knock us up. We are going to get fucked every day for the next year. Hundreds maybe thousands of men will be pumping us full of cum. And just remember it’s all because of what you did! So maybe you should think about that before you criticize me.” With that Susan hobbled off to get changed.
“She’s right you know” an athletically built redhead from the next table said gently. “There is nothing you can do now to change your fate. But the good news is this doesn’t have to be a terrible experience for you. I was just like you when I was sent here for the first time. I cried myself to sleep every night for three weeks before I began to relax a little. I didn’t like having to have sex with complete strangers, but once I embraced my new life here I began to hate it less and enjoy it more. And like agent Barnes said maybe you can change and grow. Your old-fashioned attitudes are being stamped out. Once you accept your new place in the BNWO your life, and your ********’s, will become exponentially better. Try not to be too mad at your ********, she is just making the best of her current situation. Besides” she added I’ve had the best and most powerful orgasms of my life in this building”.
“Why are you here” Sharon asked, not quite sure what to say to the pretty redhead. She was still burning from her exchange with her ********, but Sharon didn’t want to be rude and tell her to mind her own business, after all she didn’t know how long they would be here together, and she didn’t want to make any enemies right away.
“I drove a woman to an abortion clinic. I didn’t know it was a reparation dividend, but that didn’t matter. I was sentenced to two cycles and five years of service at the breeding center every weekend. They are served consecutively. I am here to get pregnant with my second child. After that I can go on birth control when I am serving that part of my sentence.”
“So you have to have two black children and be ***** every weekend for five years? Just because you gave a friend a ride?” Sharon asked incredulously.
“Oh, no, she wasn’t a friend. I am a driver for hire. I drive people all over the city.” She paused pensively for a moment. “I just don’t drive women to abortion clinics anymore.”
Sharron was floored. She thought about what the poor woman was going to go through just because she gave a complete stranger a ride. Sharon noticed the woman’s wedding ring.
“And you’re married?” The redhead nodded taking a bite of her food. “How are you two dealing with this? What does he think? Is he white? Does he know about, you know, what you said, about the, uh,” Sharon lowered her voice “orgasms”.
All the questions tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think about what she was saying. They were very personal questions asked of a complete stranger. But the fact was she had been concerned about her and her husband’s relationship, ever since the last time she saw him. When she was led out of the courtroom after her sentence had been handed down, she had locked eyes with her equally shocked husband for just a moment before being hustled out the door to the breeding center with her ********.
“Wow that’s a lot to take in. Yes, I am married to a white man. We are very much in love and although he doesn’t love the idea of my having sex with hundreds of men, much less having two children with them I know he will stand by me. We are planning on my husband getting me pregnant as soon as I am done serving my sentence. I love him very much and honesty is a very important in a relationship, but I may have misled him a little regarding how much I enjoy sex with black men. I have only told him that I have had orgasms when I am serving my time here. I don’t think he needs to know how much better these big black cocks fuck me, or how much I enjoy being submissive to them in the name of racial justice. The only reason I don’t tell him about sleeping with women is because I am saving that for an anniversary surprise in a couple of months. I’ll tell him all the details of how I became bi and then give him his first threesome. The cherry on top is the woman in the threesome is the first girl I ever had sex with. Oh, speak of the devil there she is now.”
Sharon and Emily turned to see Amy stride into the room. She looked radiant. Her smile beamed across her pretty face and when she saw the three women looking at her she waved and made her way over to them.
“You have to have sex with women?” Sharon asked anxiously.
“Well sometimes black women do come in. Sometimes alone, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands. Sometimes a man will come in with his girlfriend, or snowbunny. But mostly it is getting tendered to the special request section.”
“What’s that?” Sharon once again queried.
Amy had arrived at the table to hear that last exchange and took the opportunity to explain.
“Special request section allows men, and women, in the geological program to request special on demand access to any woman in their ancestor pool. They can choose multiple women at once if they want to see them serve each other. They can pick anyone on their ancestor pool or anyone currently serving in the breeding facility. As long as one of the women in their ancestor pool.”
“They can make me have sex with another woman?” Sharon blurted out.
“Yes. As long as you are serving your sentence here you are the property of the reparations department. They own you and can make you do almost anything to please our black clients. That’s how Maggie and I met. Dante wanted to fuck her again so he put in an SR for she and I to do a show for, and with, him. How are you doing Maggie? Your first month is almost up do you think you will be staying another month?”
“Well I don’t feel pregnant, but I hope it happens soon. I need to be out of here before my anniversary. I was just telling my new friend here about my anniversary present for my husband.”
“Well keep trying and hope for a fast breeding. I am really looking forward to meeting your husband, so I hope our clientele get the job done soon” Amy said as she leaned over and gave Maggie a tender kiss on the lips before addressing the stunned Sharon. “Sharon you are off today for recovery so sleep, relax, watch TV. I’ll drop off and pick up Susan from school today. You and I have a 3 o’clock counseling session, then Susan will join us for a ****** meeting before she and I have a one on one counseling session, then dinner. Emily if you are done I can take you down to the conversion center before I take Susan to school.”
“Whats the conversion center” Sharon asked almost fearfully.
“Amy, I can explain it to her if you have to go” volunteered Maggie.
“Thank you. I’ll see you after your shift and we can talk about plans for your husbands surprise” Amy replied before giving her another kiss. A stunned Emily got up and followed Amy out. As they were walking Emily tried to process all she had seen and heard in the last few minutes.
“Amy” she asked tentatively “is she your girlfriend?”
“Not exactly. She and I are just really god friends who sometimes have sex” Amy answered. “you know I am your agent, we are going to be working closely together. I don’t have any secrets and I’m not ashamed of anything I do here, so if you have questions don’t hesitate, just ask.”
“You have sex with her when you are required to?”
“Of course. I also have sex with her when we are together and we want to. Sex is going to be lot different for you now. It is just for pleasure. Not love, not the integral part of a relationship just pleasure. So you can take it from any source, besides some of these women will be here for months or years with the same people so it just happens sometimes.”
“But I’m not a lesbian” Emily whispered.
“Probably not, although it does happen now and then. I have been to several weddings of women who met while serving here. But you might find yourself moving in the direction of bisexuality.”
As they entered a heavily drugged, but still struggling Lisel was being manhandled into the chair. Once she was strapped in the doctor injected Lisel with her treatment and began the video. Emily was strapped into her chair as the doctor approached needle in hand.
“How are you feeling today Emily?” she asked.
“Ok I gues. Just a little anxious” Emily said.
“Can’t wait to get started?” the doctor joked.
“It’s not that. I, um, well you see….” Emily trailed off as she tried to collect her thoughts. “Last night I had these dreams., you know” she whispered “sex dreams.”
“About black men?” the doctor asked. Emily nodded. “That’s perfectly natural. Your brain is processing the images you saw with the new pathways in your mind.”
“Well this morning I was so aroused from the dreams I tried to, er, take matters into my own hands and, uhh”
“You couldn’t stimulate yourself properly? Again, that is perfectly normal. Because of your treatment your brain now recognizes that you are trying to stimulate your pleasure pathways and rejects it since it isn’t another person. It’s the same reason you can’t tickle yourself” the doctor finished.
“So I can never masturbate again?” Emily cried out as panic began to set in.
“The effect isn’t permanent” the pretty doctor with the prominent belly bulge reassured her “once you have your first orgasm on a big black cock your brain will sort of reboot itself and almost all pleasure pathways should be open to you again.”
“Almost?” Emily asked not really wanting to know.
“You won’t be able to enjoy penetration sex with anyone besides black men. That is the point of conversion” the doctor said flatly.
“Oh, thank you Doctor” Emily said.
Emily moaned quietly as she felt the conversion drugs hit her system. Her pussy began to get moist as the images appeared in front of her in bold 3-D. It was like she was in the room with the people on the screen. In her ears an announcer was speaking.
“This was a grudge match 5 years in the making. D’Marcus Jones and Chad Softwood have met in the ring twice before. Split decisions resulted in each winning one fight. But when their fights turned political the hatred grew even worse. This fight was unofficially known as the race war. An avowed white supremacist Softwood, said this about his opponent, BNWO supporter Jones.”
The picture cut to a powerfully built white man standing in a bar with his arm around a woman. The caption on the bottom read Chad and Karen Softwood.
“I’ll tell you what, these niggers with this BNWO bullshit need to be stopped. We need a movement to shut ‘em down. And I’ll fight D’Marcus Jones that BNWO puppet. I’ll show you what white folks can do. Oh and if he’ll put up one of slutty little nigger loving snowbunny race traitors I’ll put up my wife. If I can’t beat him I deserve to be cuckolded by him. He can have her for 30 days after the fight to whatever he wants with her.”
“And I’ll tell you right now” Karen chirped in “I’ll put my pussy up but I ain’t gonna fuck no nigger, am I baby?” As an answer Chad bent down and kissed his short petite wife, her brown hair falling over her shoulder and midway down her back.
The picture shifted to a montage of D’Marcus training. Running behind a pace car his sweat running down his sculpted abs. Lifting weights his muscles bulging and his tight-fitting shorts displaying his endowment. Sparring with another fighter his body a symphony of movement. This montage has Emily moaning as the vibrating chair sent waves of pleasure radiating from her crotch.
“Chad aint nothing but a little white bitch boy. So I’m gonna take his challenge. If he wins, he can have Laura. And if she fucks a white guy I don’t want her back, so you can keep her. But I anint gonna lose and when I win, I am gonna fuck his wife so good she won’t want togo back to him. But either way I’m gonna send that bitch home with my baby in her womb” D’Marcus’s voice spoke over the training montage.
He looked so manly, so powerful in front of her. His voice speaking so bluntly about what he would do to someone’s wife almost made Emily cum. The training montage ended with a home video of Laura on her knees getting a ferocious pounding from behind. The petite blond girl was moaning and pleading with him.
“Oh god you’re so big. I’m so..ugh..full. Please baby don’t send me away I’ll….ohgod…do anything. I’ll get you my…ooooo…aaahhhh…sister. I know you want her, I can get her for you. Please don’t make me fuck a white man. PLLLLLAAAAAAHHHH” she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
“We all remember what happened next. 45 seconds into the first round D’Marcus let loose with a flurry of blows staggering his opponent before finishing him off with a ferocious uppercut that sent Chad Softwood to the mat” the announcer narrated as the film showed the powerful black man destroying the racist white supremacist. As Karen ran up to her husband D’Marcus grabbed her arm and with the help of his entourage dragged her away.
“I hadn’t considered the possibility that my husband would lose and I would be forced to live up to the terms of the bet” Karen’s voice said “I kept trying to get to my husband who was lying motionless on the canvas. Instead, I was dragged down the tunnel to D’Marcus’s dressing room. When I got there three beautiful blond women were standing in the room naked. Laura, her mother Louise, and her younger sister Lisa had been watching the fight on the TV. Laura and Louise looked excited, but Lisa seemed nervous.
“For the first time any where we have the video of the aftermath of the fight” the narrator continued. “Although the audio isn’t particularly good you can see what happens as the alpha male climes his prize”
“His friends held my hands behind my back as D’Marcus tore my dress off” Karen narrated the video as it showed her pinned to the table by four large black men. “He told Laura to get me ready and then told their mother to have Lisa get him ready.”
The video showed Laura bending between Karen’s thighs as Louise led Lisa to D’Marcus before she watched her ******** kneel before him. Lisa opened her mouth and began bobbing her head on D’Marcus’s enormous fourteen-inch, thick black cock. “I was shocked when I saw that monster cock. There is now way that thing is going to fit in me” Karen’s voice continued “but Lisa was doing an incredible job eating my pussy. She would bring me t the brink of orgasm before backing down. Finally she began kissing my body leaving two fingers rubbing my clit and dipping them into my pussy. She grabbed my hair and jerked me so that I was looking directly at her sister sucking that monster cock. ‘He’s goann fuck you up with that black dick, but don’t worry you’ll get used to it soon enough. Then you’ll never get enough’ she giggled as she went back to pleasuring my pussy.
“I had never even kissed a girl before and now I was silently praying that a woman would finally make me cum.”
Emily completely understood as she too was praying that the vibrator slowly stimulating her would finally give her the release she desperately craved. The video showed D’Marcus stepping back from the young blond girl and turning his attention to the white wife he had just won being held down by his beefy entourage.
“I felt him pressing his cock into me” Karen said, “it was like I was being fucked with a baseball bat.” The audio, while not good, clearly captured Karen’s screams as her pussy was resize by the superior black man. “I was babbling and crying and screaming nonsensically as he kept ramming more and more of that huge cock into me. I thought I was going to split in two, there was so much pressure on my abdomen as he rearranged my guts with that monster. I don’t know when it stopped hurting, but soon enough it got easier to take his blacksnake.”
The video sped up to three times speed and Emily noted that he had been pounding her for almost forty minutes before it slowed down to normal. In that time Karen’s hair had become tussled and stuck in large clumps to her sweat soaked face. No one was holding her down anymore. Her hands were wrapped around his back and her ankles were locked around his hips. She was humping back at him and grunting each time he slammed forward into her.
“One thing about athletes” Karen went on, “they have stamina. My pussy was raw, and swollen and it hurt like hell, but he kept fucking me. Finally, he began fucking me with short jerky strokes and he began groaning. I remember screaming ‘NO NO NO’ “Karen said as the video showed her whipping her head back and forth as D’Marcu threw his head back and screamed. “When I felt him pulse inside me, I was all too aware of his warmth pushing deep into my unprotected reproductive organ. That sent me over the edge, and I came hard. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that orgasm was probably the end of my marriage.
“D’Marcus fucked both Lisa and myself a couple of times a day until I got my period which surprised me because with amount of cum my pussy was getting I was sure he had impregnated me. During that time he focused on Lisa. Every load was shot into her pussy as she begged him to get her pregnant. She wanted all the white boys at her catholic school to see her body change as she grew a mixed race child in a body they would never get to touch. She cried out through her orgasm that she wanted to walk in her high school graduation with his baby in her. She got her wish and missed her next period. After Lisa was knocked up He turned all his attention to me.”
The video showed Karen walking slowly out of D’Marcus’s apartment with bowed legs. Her hair was a mess it looked windblown and tangled. Cum was still drying on her face and long strings of it were in her hair. She stopped to answer a few questions from reporters and as she got into a waiting car a dollop of cum slipped from her pussy onto the ground.
“As soon as we got home Chad threw me down on the bed and started fucking me. I tried to push him off but he was like an animal and eventually I stopped my fruitless struggles. It was kind of pleasant, but in no way arousing. I realized that everything I had heard was true. There was no going back for me. After about ten minutes he came inside of me and I shivered in disgust at the feeling of his inferior sperm in my body.
“But for about ten days there was no getting away from my husband or his average sized penis. He would come to me two or three times a day and bend me over the kitchen sink or pull me into his lap on the couch. He seemed to be oblivious to my disintrest. I swear I was ***** by my husband than I ever was by D’Marcus. I confirmed I was pregnant and we all know the result.”
A newspage showed the picture of Chad Softwood beaming over his wife and white son. “’He may have won the fight in the ring, but my wife’s body shows who won the most important fight’ Fighter Says After Birth of Son” the headline read. Karen looked down at her son with a mix of sadness and disappointment. But as the pictures of the next few days slid past her mood seemed to improve in direct correlation to the baby’s darkening skin color Two weeks later an elated Karen looked down at the light mocha child suckling at her breast.
After that there were pictures of her wedding to D’Marcus. Karen on her knees in a white dress as her husband towered over her. It changed to a video of a priest saying “I now pronounce you man and snowbunny. You may kiss the bride.” But instead of letting her stand up he turned her around to face the crowd. “I have an announcement to make. I have decided to start a ****** right away. Three months a go I cut Karen off from sex. I told her we should wait until our wedding day to make it more special.” Karen smiled slightly embarrassed that her parents and other ****** were hearing details of her sex life. D’Marcus continued “At that time I also switched out her birth control pills for placebos. She hasn’t been protected for a while now” D’Marcus said as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knelt behind her “and it’s time we got started”. Karen shrieked as he drove his cock into her. Most of the room cheered and continued on with the celebration.
“It was exciting” Karen’s voice came on, “knowing that he controlled when I got pregnant and apparently where. He fucked me for about half an hour and during that time the hall had broken out into an orgy. Lisa came up and started making out with me like we did during that first month together. Laura and Louise went down in a pile of tangled arms and legs as several men began fucking them at once. I even saw my own sister making out with a black guy and rubbing his cock through her pants. When I saw her the next day she could barely walk. Soon someone pulled Lisa away, bent her over a chair and began plowing her from behind. After my third orgasm everything became kind of fuzzy. It was wonderful especially when I felt him shooting our second child into me.”
The video ended with a montage of photos. Lisa getting her high school diploma in a blue cap and gown over a distended belly. Lisa in the hospital holding her own mixed-race baby. Louis and Laura were there too. Cooing at the baby over their own bloated stomachs, although neither of them had a clue who the fathers might be. They had taken so muck black cock bareback that it could be almost any black man in their city. Not to mention the long weekend they spent at the migrant hotel in Black Pines. Finally it ended with Lisa’s yearbook page with her Senior Quote highlighted. “Breed Proud. Breed Strong. Breed Black”.
The video returned to the fight that started it all. As it showed the knock down over and over on a three second loop. The words from Lisa’s quote flashed over the screen. Then it changed to more videos of black men knocking out skinny white boys. Emily jumped as the vibrator resting on her asshole turned up and sent spasms of pleasure through her from her clit to her ears. After a few more clips the video changed to a lecture about how monogamy is the tool of the white man to keep the black man away from their white women out of fear that the women would enjoy sex more with black cock. That would lead to more of them would choose not to mate with white men and possibly lead to the breakup of existing relationships. Emily thought about her husband. Had he wanted to keep her from experiencing the pleasure that could come from having unprotected sex with a black man, or men? Was he a racist? She was almost cumming to these thoughts as the machine powered down her stimulation, leaving her practically screaming in frustration, but she was too exhausted to make more than a disappointed groan.
After the lecture were some video clips showing women cumming with their black studs then the same girl visibly pregnant and finally her holding her mixed race child. The words Breed Strong. Breed Proud. Breed Black. flashing on the screen in between girls. There must have been fifty women Emily watched as she was held on the brink of orgasm for about half an hour. When the program ended, and the straps were released Emily saw Lisel still on her bed twitching as she watched her video. She had closed her eyes for too long the video had restarted.
Emily also had a slight twitch in her hips as well as a visible tremor in her hand. She found herself too weak to stand and had to be wheeled to her room where a large black nurse helped her into bed. As she looked at him, she pictured his strong hands grabbing her breasts. She imagined his weight coming down on her young petite frame. Her pussy gushed at the thought, but he had turned and left after he got her tucked in. And Emily was alone, frustrated, confused, hornier than she had ever been in her life with absolutely nothing she could do about any of it.
Emily slipped into a fitful sleep.
Next Emily’s Dream
White Wife Conversion CH 8
Emily and her husband walked hand in hand down the tree lined park path. The sun peeking out in between bright white fluffy clouds felt good on the skin not covered by her yoga pants workout shirt. She leaned on him as they walked, she felt amazing. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this happy.
A little further up the path a group of black men were hanging out under one of the trees. They whistled at her as they leered at her toned ass. Her husband started saying something to them about his wife and monogamy and the sanctity of marriage.
Then he disappeared beneath a flurry of black fists. A scream stuck in Emily’s throat. She wanted to run but something about the scene held her fast. Some of the black men began pointing at her and laughing. She looked down to see a small wet patch between her legs. With a shock the petite young wife and mother realized how excited the action in front of her had gotten her.
One of the men came towards her. As he got closer, he seemed to grow in stature until he towered over her. He took off his shirt, then with one hand he ripped her shirt off. Her instinct was to cover herself with her hands, but instead she just stood there and let him look at her firm breasts. He stepped out of his shorts and Emily saw his 14-inch cock.
Then she was on her back on the grass her overstuffed pussy yielding to the most erotic fucking she had ever had. She looked over at her husband crumpled and bleeding on the ground. She thought she could see the heartbreak in his eyes as she shouted at his assailant.
“Harder. Fuck yes. Harder. You’re so big. Fuck” then a smile grew on her face “I’m. Going. To. Cum. Faster. Faster. I’m almost there. Don’t..stop..sooo..close.”
She reached out to put her arms around him, but he seemed to fade away leaving her with an empty feeling in her soul.
Emily woke up with a start. She was bathed in sweat and between her legs there was a large dark stain on the sheets. Her hair was matted to her forehead and her pussy was throbbing. Reaching between her legs brought her no relief and she began to cry. When she thought about her dream and how she had treated her husband she began to sob. After her crying fit subsided, she struggled to her feet and went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Then she returned to bed almost too scared to fall asleep again.
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As Emily slipped back into another dream, her cousin Amy was bound on her masters bed with leather straps pinning her arms behind her back. Her black hair was now in a long silky braid with another leather strap woven into it forming a loop at the end. This loop was attached to a hook that forced Amy’s head forward so she was looking at the large dildo sliding in and out of her. She could fell Her Masters wife breathing heavily on her neck.
“You come over here to fuck my husband” the ebony goddess spat at the thin framed girl beneath her.
“Yes” Amy whined.
“You want him to knock you up”
“He wants to knock me up” she replied before a particularly deep and vicious caused a spasm of pain to run up her spine. Amy’s master’s wife could be even meaner than he was. She resented the young, pretty Asian girl. She didn’t like that Amy was the reason her husband divorced her. Amy was the reason she had to raise her husband’s bastard son. And now he he was trying to knock her up again.
“That’s not the question I asked you, slut. I asked if you wanted him to knock you up?”
Amy knew that his wife was perfectly aware of the answer.
“Yes” Amy hissed.
“You love him, don’t you” asked the woman wearing the strap on. She slowed down her thrusts and reached down to rub Amy’s swollen clit.
“Yes I do. Yess, yesss” Amy moaned as her lesbian lover brought her closer to orgasm. They had been lovers for many years and knew just how to please each other.
Amy realized she was about to cum and nothing could stop it. Not that her mistress was trying to stop it. She leaned forward and whispered in Amy’s ear.
“He doesn’t love you. You’re just a fuck toy to him. He married you, but you’re just a junkie slut that’s why he left you and took his baby with him. Now all you have left of your marriage is some john’s kid. A permanent reminder of being so desperate for a hit that you let your johns bareback your pussy you dumb slut.”
Every word was true and it hurt worse than anything her master had ever done to her. What made it worse is that she couldn’t stop the orgasm that made her body tremble as she heard them.
“Are you done with her?” Amy heard her master’s voice.
“For now” Reggie’s wife replied, rolling Amy onto her stomach and taking the strap off her wrists. Amy pulled her hands under her and began rubbing her sore wrists.
“How much time you got” Reggie asked.
“I have to be back by three for a conversion session” Amy said. Reggie pulled her up onto her hands and knees as his wife settled her thighs one either side of her face. Amy immediately began to eat her mistress’s pussy. Soon Amy could taste the pleasure juice dripping from the pussy in front of her. Reggie threw his hips forward. Amy grunted as she began sucking on her clit. She brought her mistress to several orgasms and felt her own orgasm beginning to build. Amy’s face was jerked up as her mistress held her jaw and stared into her eyes.
“You gonna sit there and let my man get you pregnant in front of? How disrespectful can you get? Who do you think you are to come up here and do me like this?”
“I’m so..” Amy started.
“Shut up. Don’t make a sound, you hear?” she asked as she got off the bed. Amy heard her rustle in the closet for a moment then the sound of a thin reed switch slicing through the air followed by a startled cry.
“What the fuck?!?!?” a surprised Reggie shouted.
“Fuck her faster. And harder. Blow your load into this bitch’s womb and get her out of here.” Reggie picked up the pace and depth of his strokes. “And if you make one sound…” Reggie’s wife let the threat hang in the air as she rubbed the switch over Amy’s nipple and looked into her green, almond shaped eyes. Amy had an adorable button nose, thin lips and a slightly pointed chin. She watched Amy intently until her eyes snapped closed and her face bunched up as she tried to remain silent.
He felt good inside her, and Amy tried her best to conceal her growing passion. For the most part sex with Reggie wasn’t painful anymore. Now even though she could feel him stretching her pussy it was no longer painful. There was the right amount erotic discomfort to stimulate her beyond what other men could do to her.
She held her breath then let it out in short, ragged gasps. Although Amy was braced for the pain of his slamming into her cervix so she was able to keep quiet, it did nothing to lessen the agony of his thrusts. But even through the discomfort she felt several small quakes run through her pussy. She knew the big one was coming.
Suddenly the ferocious assault ended, and Reggie froze. The sudden throbbing in her tightly stretched pussy in addition to the warmth of his attempt to breed her pushed her over the edge. Unable to control herself, Amy let out a high pitched wail that slowly died away as she recovered.
“All right, you got what you came for. Now get out” Reggie’s wife said gathering the petite teens clothes. When Amy didn’t move fast enough Reggie shoved her out of bed sending her tumbling to the ground. She got up just in time to see her mistress through her things into the hall. Dizzy and exhausted from her orgasm Amy stumbled out after them as quickly as she could.
As she passed her mistress the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The unmistakable sound of the switch. It hit her just ass with a crack. Amy screamed in pain lost her balance and fell onto the floor in the hallway.
“I told you not to make a sound. Now make sure you are home by ten tonight. I got plans for us.”
“Yes, Nicole” Amy replied meekly. Then she watched as her dark-skinned mistress closed the door to be alone with her husband.
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Amy went straight to her office thinking she could see Emily, get a shower in and get herself ready for the rest of the afternoon. She was pulling into the parking lot when her phone rang. She tried not to panic when she saw it was her boss. If he somehow knew what she was doing with Reggie she was ruined.
“Hello Agent Barnes. I was just about to park” she said trying to sound casual.
“Good, come to my office right away.” What Agent Barnes said next sent gave her goosebumps. “we have a situation.”
A little further up the path a group of black men were hanging out under one of the trees. They whistled at her as they leered at her toned ass. Her husband started saying something to them about his wife and monogamy and the sanctity of marriage.
Then he disappeared beneath a flurry of black fists. A scream stuck in Emily’s throat. She wanted to run but something about the scene held her fast. Some of the black men began pointing at her and laughing. She looked down to see a small wet patch between her legs. With a shock the petite young wife and mother realized how excited the action in front of her had gotten her.
One of the men came towards her. As he got closer, he seemed to grow in stature until he towered over her. He took off his shirt, then with one hand he ripped her shirt off. Her instinct was to cover herself with her hands, but instead she just stood there and let him look at her firm breasts. He stepped out of his shorts and Emily saw his 14-inch cock.
Then she was on her back on the grass her overstuffed pussy yielding to the most erotic fucking she had ever had. She looked over at her husband crumpled and bleeding on the ground. She thought she could see the heartbreak in his eyes as she shouted at his assailant.
“Harder. Fuck yes. Harder. You’re so big. Fuck” then a smile grew on her face “I’m. Going. To. Cum. Faster. Faster. I’m almost there. Don’t..stop..sooo..close.”
She reached out to put her arms around him, but he seemed to fade away leaving her with an empty feeling in her soul.
Emily woke up with a start. She was bathed in sweat and between her legs there was a large dark stain on the sheets. Her hair was matted to her forehead and her pussy was throbbing. Reaching between her legs brought her no relief and she began to cry. When she thought about her dream and how she had treated her husband she began to sob. After her crying fit subsided, she struggled to her feet and went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face. Then she returned to bed almost too scared to fall asleep again.
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As Emily slipped back into another dream, her cousin Amy was bound on her masters bed with leather straps pinning her arms behind her back. Her black hair was now in a long silky braid with another leather strap woven into it forming a loop at the end. This loop was attached to a hook that forced Amy’s head forward so she was looking at the large dildo sliding in and out of her. She could fell Her Masters wife breathing heavily on her neck.
“You come over here to fuck my husband” the ebony goddess spat at the thin framed girl beneath her.
“Yes” Amy whined.
“You want him to knock you up”
“He wants to knock me up” she replied before a particularly deep and vicious caused a spasm of pain to run up her spine. Amy’s master’s wife could be even meaner than he was. She resented the young, pretty Asian girl. She didn’t like that Amy was the reason her husband divorced her. Amy was the reason she had to raise her husband’s bastard son. And now he he was trying to knock her up again.
“That’s not the question I asked you, slut. I asked if you wanted him to knock you up?”
Amy knew that his wife was perfectly aware of the answer.
“Yes” Amy hissed.
“You love him, don’t you” asked the woman wearing the strap on. She slowed down her thrusts and reached down to rub Amy’s swollen clit.
“Yes I do. Yess, yesss” Amy moaned as her lesbian lover brought her closer to orgasm. They had been lovers for many years and knew just how to please each other.
Amy realized she was about to cum and nothing could stop it. Not that her mistress was trying to stop it. She leaned forward and whispered in Amy’s ear.
“He doesn’t love you. You’re just a fuck toy to him. He married you, but you’re just a junkie slut that’s why he left you and took his baby with him. Now all you have left of your marriage is some john’s kid. A permanent reminder of being so desperate for a hit that you let your johns bareback your pussy you dumb slut.”
Every word was true and it hurt worse than anything her master had ever done to her. What made it worse is that she couldn’t stop the orgasm that made her body tremble as she heard them.
“Are you done with her?” Amy heard her master’s voice.
“For now” Reggie’s wife replied, rolling Amy onto her stomach and taking the strap off her wrists. Amy pulled her hands under her and began rubbing her sore wrists.
“How much time you got” Reggie asked.
“I have to be back by three for a conversion session” Amy said. Reggie pulled her up onto her hands and knees as his wife settled her thighs one either side of her face. Amy immediately began to eat her mistress’s pussy. Soon Amy could taste the pleasure juice dripping from the pussy in front of her. Reggie threw his hips forward. Amy grunted as she began sucking on her clit. She brought her mistress to several orgasms and felt her own orgasm beginning to build. Amy’s face was jerked up as her mistress held her jaw and stared into her eyes.
“You gonna sit there and let my man get you pregnant in front of? How disrespectful can you get? Who do you think you are to come up here and do me like this?”
“I’m so..” Amy started.
“Shut up. Don’t make a sound, you hear?” she asked as she got off the bed. Amy heard her rustle in the closet for a moment then the sound of a thin reed switch slicing through the air followed by a startled cry.
“What the fuck?!?!?” a surprised Reggie shouted.
“Fuck her faster. And harder. Blow your load into this bitch’s womb and get her out of here.” Reggie picked up the pace and depth of his strokes. “And if you make one sound…” Reggie’s wife let the threat hang in the air as she rubbed the switch over Amy’s nipple and looked into her green, almond shaped eyes. Amy had an adorable button nose, thin lips and a slightly pointed chin. She watched Amy intently until her eyes snapped closed and her face bunched up as she tried to remain silent.
He felt good inside her, and Amy tried her best to conceal her growing passion. For the most part sex with Reggie wasn’t painful anymore. Now even though she could feel him stretching her pussy it was no longer painful. There was the right amount erotic discomfort to stimulate her beyond what other men could do to her.
She held her breath then let it out in short, ragged gasps. Although Amy was braced for the pain of his slamming into her cervix so she was able to keep quiet, it did nothing to lessen the agony of his thrusts. But even through the discomfort she felt several small quakes run through her pussy. She knew the big one was coming.
Suddenly the ferocious assault ended, and Reggie froze. The sudden throbbing in her tightly stretched pussy in addition to the warmth of his attempt to breed her pushed her over the edge. Unable to control herself, Amy let out a high pitched wail that slowly died away as she recovered.
“All right, you got what you came for. Now get out” Reggie’s wife said gathering the petite teens clothes. When Amy didn’t move fast enough Reggie shoved her out of bed sending her tumbling to the ground. She got up just in time to see her mistress through her things into the hall. Dizzy and exhausted from her orgasm Amy stumbled out after them as quickly as she could.
As she passed her mistress the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. The unmistakable sound of the switch. It hit her just ass with a crack. Amy screamed in pain lost her balance and fell onto the floor in the hallway.
“I told you not to make a sound. Now make sure you are home by ten tonight. I got plans for us.”
“Yes, Nicole” Amy replied meekly. Then she watched as her dark-skinned mistress closed the door to be alone with her husband.
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Amy went straight to her office thinking she could see Emily, get a shower in and get herself ready for the rest of the afternoon. She was pulling into the parking lot when her phone rang. She tried not to panic when she saw it was her boss. If he somehow knew what she was doing with Reggie she was ruined.
“Hello Agent Barnes. I was just about to park” she said trying to sound casual.
“Good, come to my office right away.” What Agent Barnes said next sent gave her goosebumps. “we have a situation.”
White Wife Conversion CH 9
Amy took a deep breath and knocked on Agent Barne's door. When she opened it she froze as she took in the scene before her. The pregnant doctor was seated in front of Agent Barne's desk flanked on either side by security guards. Her cuffed hands were in her lap. Off to one side stood a tall thin almost waiflike woman in her late twenties. She had long silky jet black hair tied into a braid running down to the small of her back.
“Agent Summers, I have another case for you. It appears the good doctor here has been administering herself doses of IR-339” Agent Barnes began. “She had a bit of a fight with her husband and took it upon herself to begin her conversion”
“Can she do that while she’s pregnant?” Amy asked in shock.
“We’ll find out,” The Doctor said. “You should have heard the things he was saying about my reparations dividend. We’ll see how that racist feels about biracial children once his ******** starts popping out black babies like a pez-dispenser” she said before she threw her head back and began laughing.
“Dr Willow” Agent Barnes said indicating the black-haired woman “thinks it is too dangerous to stop the treatments now, so you will oversee her case.”
“Agent Summers, do you have any questions?” Dr Willow's southern twang floated through the room.
“Is it true, what Doctor Reynolds said about her ********?” Amy asked.
“I think so. It’s all just theoretical now, but yes, she is probably correct. You see your neural pathways were rewired by the conversion process. Her ********’s brain is being shaped that way. It would be the most natural thing in the world for her to be attracted to black people. In theory, that is. I will be taking fetal brain scans and monitoring them both through this process” Dr Willow finished.
“Dr. Reynolds you have a hearing with the admin board in one hour. Until then you will be held in detention with our friend Lisel” Agent Barnes said. And with that, the doctor was led out of the room.
Amy felt a blob of cum drip into her panties. She had forgotten her earlier concerns about her dalliance with Reggie. Although a wave of relief washed over her, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She took Dr Reynold’s file and left for her office. Then she took a shower. As the hot water streamed down her body she reached into her pussy and fingered herself to orgasm thinking about how Reggie had fucked her earlier. His roughness and his wife’s brutality seemed to fuel her lust for them.
The evidence of her rule-breaking washed away, for now, Amy went to find Mrs. White. She found her in a lounge talking with six other women. Sharon and Susan Blackman were sitting a few tables away talking quietly to each other. Today was their last day off before they started servicing reparees full-time. From 6 PM to 6 Am black man after black would fuck and inseminate Sharon. Her ******** would serve alongside her after she finished school. From 6 PM to midnight Susan would receive the same treatment as her mother.
Sharon spoke in low tones constantly looking about, while Susan beamed with wide, enthusiastic eyes and a giant grin on her face. Amy was going to let them be when Susan noticed her and waived her over.
“Tell her Mom” Susan urged.
“Susan!” her mother admonished.
“Is everything OK Sharon?” Amy asked gently.
“Better than OK” Susan cut in.
“Susan!” Sharon said again.
“Mom there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I understand change like this can be difficult” Amy began. “but I’m here to help you in any way I can help you I will, but you have to be willing to talk to me.”
Sharon took a deep breath and with a nod of encouragement from her ******** said quietly:
“Last night I was on the sex swing. I was trying not to look at him, but I found myself looking at his ripped abs. His body was quite sexy. It’s been years since Susan’s father looked that good. My eyes drifted down to where his….thing was going in and out of me. He was hitting me just right, the angle, the speed, everything. As I saw him, I could feel him. His motion was smooth and regular and as I felt myself being opened by him before closing behind him, well it sort of put me in a kind of trance. And then “she trailed off.”
Amy’s breath quickened. This was an important step for Sharon. She had already admitted that unlike her ******** she had never cum from one of her reparees. I wasn’t enough that she had cum while being fucked by a black cock. She had to say it out loud. The orgasm was purely physical, her admission would have to be purely voluntary. Amy wanted to make her more comfortable, so she thought for a second.
“You know, I love the sex swing,” Amy said. “Usually I like the bed or the breeding bench, but there’s something so relaxing about being able to lie there and relax. Your representative controls everything about your encounter. The angle at his cock slides into you, when they get it a particular way…wow. So, what happened?”
“Well, I didn’t even realize I was about to, um, climax until Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks and I passed out. I was vaguely aware of the repartee finishing inside me, but I didn’t come to it until I felt my next degree enter me. At least I think it was the next one” Sharon smiled suggestively. Amy could tell Sharon was loosening up so she decided to press her.
“And how was the sex with him?”
“Good. But I didn’t, uh, climax with him. But I did with the next one” Sharon paused before adding “I had sex with five more reparees last night. And three of them made me cum. Two of them made me come twice.”
“You’ve taken an important step in your rehabilitation, Sharon. I’m very happy for you” said Amy.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever be as comfortable as Susan with all this, but it might not be as awful as I thought it would be. But Amy you should have heard the things screamed last night” Sharon said with her eyes sparkling even as her cheeks blushed from her admission.
“MOM” Susan shouted louder than she intended. Her cheeks burned as they turned a bright red. Now it was Susan’s turn to be embarrassed. “I told you he made me say that.”
Amy’s curiosity was aroused at the turn of events. She heard Sharon’s smug voice drifting quietly across the table.
“Go on tell her. She’s here to help, but you have to talk to her. Tell her what I heard last night.”
Susan looked around and dropped her voice
“Well, I was strapped down to the bench and this guy comes in and sticks two fingers in my pussy” Susan began with no trace of the hesitation her mother had shown before using euphemisms to discuss her sexual dalliances. “Then he starts saying how he knows what white women come here for. And he likes seeing teens like me here getting bred. He said it gave him hope for the future. It felt really good to hear something like that. Then he reached underneath me and started grabbing my tits. He said they were small, but he would take care of that, then he shoved his cock into me. It wasn’t the biggest one I’ve had but it filled me up nicely. He stretched me out but it wasn’t painful and he wasn’t long enough to bruise my cervix no matter how hard he was fucking me.
“Then he started calling me a snowbunny slut who just came here to let” Susan paused and looked around before continuing in an even quieter whisper “niggers fuck her stupid. Then he told me to admit it. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then he told me he wanted me to say it. It seemed so wrong to say it, but then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and he told me it was disgraceful for me to come here to have a nigger baby and not even be able to admit it. So I said it trying to keep my voice down.
“‘I want a nigger baby’ I said. He told me to say I wanted his nigger cock to knock me up. ‘Knock me up with your nigger dick and give me a nigger baby’ and he kept telling me to say it over and over. I had taken six black cocks at this point, and I was ready for my next orgasm and every time I said something he fucked me harder. It felt so good. Somehow, he held me on the brink and then he shoved himself as deep into me as he could and started breeding me. The throbbing of his cock pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t even realize I was shouting when I begged him one last time ‘GIVE ME A NIGGER BABY IN MY SNOWBUNNY PUSSY’” Susan finished her story as Amy beamed.
“Wow, that must have been very exciting for you. But be careful about saying things like that. Not everybody likes that type of thing. And there is a world of difference between getting fucked hard and getting your ass belted red by a pissed-off reparee.” Amy’s mind turned to the burning welt that her master's wife had left on her ass earlier.
“I will be” Susan assured her. “Although I did kind of feel a little naughty, it was exciting at the same time. Almost as exciting as the swing felt to Mom. I look forward to trying it sometime.”
Amy pulled out her tablet and poked around for a few minutes before she smiled at Susan.
“Your wish is granted. Tomorrow night you and your mother will both be in swing rooms next to each other. They were the last two that weren’t booked.”
“Booked?” Sharon asked.
“Sometimes genealogical repartees request certain women in specific rooms. I have one who likes to fuck me in the stocks. 12-hour days aren’t fun when you are bent over with your head and hands locked up, but that is the debt I owe so I make the best of it. The worst part is how many repartees find that it is the perfect position to fuck you in the ass. Sometimes I can barely walk the next day” Amy smiled “but you don’t have to worry about that. The only women who end up in the stocks are genealogical reparations and women who don’t follow the rules or misbehave. And it doesn’t sound like either of you are going to have any problems here.” Mother and ******** looked at each other and shook their heads. “Then I think you should take the rest of your day off and enjoy yourselves. I’ll cancel our afternoon session since I think this conversation will count towards your therapy today. I’ll get you two cleared for spa privileges since you are doing so well. Then look at the fitness classes and try one out. The better shape you are in the better the sex is going to be. And getting your endurance up is as important as getting your reparees cocks up if you want to enjoy your time here.”
Sharon and Susan thanked Amy as she left to go over to talk to Emily and the six other women.
In the holding cells, Dr Reynolds was being uncuffed and led into Liesel’s room. Liesel was lying on one of the two double beds. She was pale and sweaty. Her body occasionally shivered involuntarily.
“What do you want race traitor” Liesel said in a weak, tremulous voice.
“I’m your new roommate until our conversions are completed,” Dr Reynolds said appraising her former patient. She felt a sense of relief as she had been worried about what Liesel would do when they were together, but Liesel was too weak to move very much. Liesel’s reaction to IR-339 treatment made her smile. Often women would have mild symptoms from the conversion therapy, but she had never even heard of anyone being so impaired. Dr Reynolds wondered if it was from her mental state or perhaps some response from her Aryan genetics to the conversion. Either way, it would make an interesting paper one day.
Liesel couldn’t even respond as in her mind's eye she had visions of horse-hung black studs fucking white women. She couldn’t get them out of her head. If she fell asleep her dreams were mostly of black men ****** and breeding her. But the worst ones were her dreams of submitting to her black lovers willingly. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t stay awake. All the while the clock kept counting down to her next dose of IR-339 and session in the chair.
Liesel rolled onto her side, turning her back on her new roommate as her tears silently fell onto her pillow.
“Agent Summers, I have another case for you. It appears the good doctor here has been administering herself doses of IR-339” Agent Barnes began. “She had a bit of a fight with her husband and took it upon herself to begin her conversion”
“Can she do that while she’s pregnant?” Amy asked in shock.
“We’ll find out,” The Doctor said. “You should have heard the things he was saying about my reparations dividend. We’ll see how that racist feels about biracial children once his ******** starts popping out black babies like a pez-dispenser” she said before she threw her head back and began laughing.
“Dr Willow” Agent Barnes said indicating the black-haired woman “thinks it is too dangerous to stop the treatments now, so you will oversee her case.”
“Agent Summers, do you have any questions?” Dr Willow's southern twang floated through the room.
“Is it true, what Doctor Reynolds said about her ********?” Amy asked.
“I think so. It’s all just theoretical now, but yes, she is probably correct. You see your neural pathways were rewired by the conversion process. Her ********’s brain is being shaped that way. It would be the most natural thing in the world for her to be attracted to black people. In theory, that is. I will be taking fetal brain scans and monitoring them both through this process” Dr Willow finished.
“Dr. Reynolds you have a hearing with the admin board in one hour. Until then you will be held in detention with our friend Lisel” Agent Barnes said. And with that, the doctor was led out of the room.
Amy felt a blob of cum drip into her panties. She had forgotten her earlier concerns about her dalliance with Reggie. Although a wave of relief washed over her, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She took Dr Reynold’s file and left for her office. Then she took a shower. As the hot water streamed down her body she reached into her pussy and fingered herself to orgasm thinking about how Reggie had fucked her earlier. His roughness and his wife’s brutality seemed to fuel her lust for them.
The evidence of her rule-breaking washed away, for now, Amy went to find Mrs. White. She found her in a lounge talking with six other women. Sharon and Susan Blackman were sitting a few tables away talking quietly to each other. Today was their last day off before they started servicing reparees full-time. From 6 PM to 6 Am black man after black would fuck and inseminate Sharon. Her ******** would serve alongside her after she finished school. From 6 PM to midnight Susan would receive the same treatment as her mother.
Sharon spoke in low tones constantly looking about, while Susan beamed with wide, enthusiastic eyes and a giant grin on her face. Amy was going to let them be when Susan noticed her and waived her over.
“Tell her Mom” Susan urged.
“Susan!” her mother admonished.
“Is everything OK Sharon?” Amy asked gently.
“Better than OK” Susan cut in.
“Susan!” Sharon said again.
“Mom there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I understand change like this can be difficult” Amy began. “but I’m here to help you in any way I can help you I will, but you have to be willing to talk to me.”
Sharon took a deep breath and with a nod of encouragement from her ******** said quietly:
“Last night I was on the sex swing. I was trying not to look at him, but I found myself looking at his ripped abs. His body was quite sexy. It’s been years since Susan’s father looked that good. My eyes drifted down to where his….thing was going in and out of me. He was hitting me just right, the angle, the speed, everything. As I saw him, I could feel him. His motion was smooth and regular and as I felt myself being opened by him before closing behind him, well it sort of put me in a kind of trance. And then “she trailed off.”
Amy’s breath quickened. This was an important step for Sharon. She had already admitted that unlike her ******** she had never cum from one of her reparees. I wasn’t enough that she had cum while being fucked by a black cock. She had to say it out loud. The orgasm was purely physical, her admission would have to be purely voluntary. Amy wanted to make her more comfortable, so she thought for a second.
“You know, I love the sex swing,” Amy said. “Usually I like the bed or the breeding bench, but there’s something so relaxing about being able to lie there and relax. Your representative controls everything about your encounter. The angle at his cock slides into you, when they get it a particular way…wow. So, what happened?”
“Well, I didn’t even realize I was about to, um, climax until Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks and I passed out. I was vaguely aware of the repartee finishing inside me, but I didn’t come to it until I felt my next degree enter me. At least I think it was the next one” Sharon smiled suggestively. Amy could tell Sharon was loosening up so she decided to press her.
“And how was the sex with him?”
“Good. But I didn’t, uh, climax with him. But I did with the next one” Sharon paused before adding “I had sex with five more reparees last night. And three of them made me cum. Two of them made me come twice.”
“You’ve taken an important step in your rehabilitation, Sharon. I’m very happy for you” said Amy.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever be as comfortable as Susan with all this, but it might not be as awful as I thought it would be. But Amy you should have heard the things screamed last night” Sharon said with her eyes sparkling even as her cheeks blushed from her admission.
“MOM” Susan shouted louder than she intended. Her cheeks burned as they turned a bright red. Now it was Susan’s turn to be embarrassed. “I told you he made me say that.”
Amy’s curiosity was aroused at the turn of events. She heard Sharon’s smug voice drifting quietly across the table.
“Go on tell her. She’s here to help, but you have to talk to her. Tell her what I heard last night.”
Susan looked around and dropped her voice
“Well, I was strapped down to the bench and this guy comes in and sticks two fingers in my pussy” Susan began with no trace of the hesitation her mother had shown before using euphemisms to discuss her sexual dalliances. “Then he starts saying how he knows what white women come here for. And he likes seeing teens like me here getting bred. He said it gave him hope for the future. It felt really good to hear something like that. Then he reached underneath me and started grabbing my tits. He said they were small, but he would take care of that, then he shoved his cock into me. It wasn’t the biggest one I’ve had but it filled me up nicely. He stretched me out but it wasn’t painful and he wasn’t long enough to bruise my cervix no matter how hard he was fucking me.
“Then he started calling me a snowbunny slut who just came here to let” Susan paused and looked around before continuing in an even quieter whisper “niggers fuck her stupid. Then he told me to admit it. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then he told me he wanted me to say it. It seemed so wrong to say it, but then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and he told me it was disgraceful for me to come here to have a nigger baby and not even be able to admit it. So I said it trying to keep my voice down.
“‘I want a nigger baby’ I said. He told me to say I wanted his nigger cock to knock me up. ‘Knock me up with your nigger dick and give me a nigger baby’ and he kept telling me to say it over and over. I had taken six black cocks at this point, and I was ready for my next orgasm and every time I said something he fucked me harder. It felt so good. Somehow, he held me on the brink and then he shoved himself as deep into me as he could and started breeding me. The throbbing of his cock pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t even realize I was shouting when I begged him one last time ‘GIVE ME A NIGGER BABY IN MY SNOWBUNNY PUSSY’” Susan finished her story as Amy beamed.
“Wow, that must have been very exciting for you. But be careful about saying things like that. Not everybody likes that type of thing. And there is a world of difference between getting fucked hard and getting your ass belted red by a pissed-off reparee.” Amy’s mind turned to the burning welt that her master's wife had left on her ass earlier.
“I will be” Susan assured her. “Although I did kind of feel a little naughty, it was exciting at the same time. Almost as exciting as the swing felt to Mom. I look forward to trying it sometime.”
Amy pulled out her tablet and poked around for a few minutes before she smiled at Susan.
“Your wish is granted. Tomorrow night you and your mother will both be in swing rooms next to each other. They were the last two that weren’t booked.”
“Booked?” Sharon asked.
“Sometimes genealogical repartees request certain women in specific rooms. I have one who likes to fuck me in the stocks. 12-hour days aren’t fun when you are bent over with your head and hands locked up, but that is the debt I owe so I make the best of it. The worst part is how many repartees find that it is the perfect position to fuck you in the ass. Sometimes I can barely walk the next day” Amy smiled “but you don’t have to worry about that. The only women who end up in the stocks are genealogical reparations and women who don’t follow the rules or misbehave. And it doesn’t sound like either of you are going to have any problems here.” Mother and ******** looked at each other and shook their heads. “Then I think you should take the rest of your day off and enjoy yourselves. I’ll cancel our afternoon session since I think this conversation will count towards your therapy today. I’ll get you two cleared for spa privileges since you are doing so well. Then look at the fitness classes and try one out. The better shape you are in the better the sex is going to be. And getting your endurance up is as important as getting your reparees cocks up if you want to enjoy your time here.”
Sharon and Susan thanked Amy as she left to go over to talk to Emily and the six other women.
In the holding cells, Dr Reynolds was being uncuffed and led into Liesel’s room. Liesel was lying on one of the two double beds. She was pale and sweaty. Her body occasionally shivered involuntarily.
“What do you want race traitor” Liesel said in a weak, tremulous voice.
“I’m your new roommate until our conversions are completed,” Dr Reynolds said appraising her former patient. She felt a sense of relief as she had been worried about what Liesel would do when they were together, but Liesel was too weak to move very much. Liesel’s reaction to IR-339 treatment made her smile. Often women would have mild symptoms from the conversion therapy, but she had never even heard of anyone being so impaired. Dr Reynolds wondered if it was from her mental state or perhaps some response from her Aryan genetics to the conversion. Either way, it would make an interesting paper one day.
Liesel couldn’t even respond as in her mind's eye she had visions of horse-hung black studs fucking white women. She couldn’t get them out of her head. If she fell asleep her dreams were mostly of black men ****** and breeding her. But the worst ones were her dreams of submitting to her black lovers willingly. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t stay awake. All the while the clock kept counting down to her next dose of IR-339 and session in the chair.
Liesel rolled onto her side, turning her back on her new roommate as her tears silently fell onto her pillow.
White Wife Conversion CH10
Liesel was a racist. She was a bigot. She was a symbol of everything that the BNWO was working to correct. But she wasn’t stupid. She was, in fact, quite smart. She came from a long line of scientists and doctors. Her Great-grandfather had come to America as part of Operation Paperclip and had brought his politics with him. He had inculcated his ****** with his faith in racial superiority. Raising them in small communities of like-minded people. Liesel had bought into her ******’s beliefs wholeheartedly.
When she first arrived she had tried to spot weaknesses in the routines that would provide her an opportunity to escape. She was concerned not only for herself but for the resistance itself. If they could turn good Aryan women into mindless black cock sluts, who might she give up? She was worried about her friends such as Bekka who was like a sister to her. The idea of Bekka getting scooped up on some trumped-up charge and sent here made her skin crawl. One other thought occurred to her. She needed to get out of there and tell the world what was happening. She had never heard of the conversion process until now, which meant almost none of the women who completed the process were talking about it!
And all this on top of the fact that she didn’t want to get ***** and bred by any nigger that walked through her door. But the drugs they gave her to keep her calm dulled her mind and sapped her strength. There was only one flaw she might exploit when the guards opened the elevator and turned their back to her momentarily. The IR-339 had left her weak, uncoordinated, anxious, horny, and unable to escape. She was concerned about the fact that the videos she was forced to watch were becoming less and less shocking every day.
She fought to keep her hatred for the black race burning within her, but it was getting harder and harder. Even now with one day left her rhetoric sounded hollow. But still, she clung to it, mentally fighting for what she knew was right.
Liesel moaned in her sleep. Dr Reynolds smiled as she watched the girl's hips thrust unconsciously. She wondered what the little blonde was dreaming about. Her eyes slipped down to Liesel’s hands which were gripping and releasing her thin sheets.
Liesel wasn’t having a dream; it was a nightmare. She was on her back looking up at a canopy of trees. She sensed it was hot and humid. Above her, a huge black man was thrusting as he pinned the struggling girl to the ground. As she looked past her attacker, she saw dozens more waiting their turn. Her ****** finished and moved away only to be replaced instantly with another.
“Oh my god,” Liesel thought “I’m going to be gangraped by these African warriors”. Liesel didn’t understand why she wasn’t more upset at that realization. Far from it, she felt excitement at the idea. Even though she should have felt revulsion at the thought of being conquered by these massive African warriors somehow she only felt radiant pleasure.
Lisel’s eyes snapped open as the door to their cell swung out. It was now or never as she was dragged naked down the hall. She knew she had to take her chance, or she would be too weak to try again. Steeling up her hatred for black people she focused her mind and prepared mentally herself. The guard turned his back and Liesel sprang.
Dr Willow watched as the burly black guard manhandled a dazed Liesel onto the chair. Soon the blonde was secured. She slurred curses at everyone as she fought the effects of her conversion.
“Did you have to sedate her again?” Dr Willow asked.
“No,” he chuckled, “I think she was trying to attack me. But she just fell over and started kicking her legs. Once she tired herself out, I picked her up and carried her down here.”
The thin doctor leaned over Liesel and looked into her eyes. The blonde girl’s blue eyes were red and glassy with heavy lids. They lolled side to side languidly as she tried to focus. Finally, her lips began to move, and the venomous hatred with a defiantly whispered “Fuuucckkk youuu….rraccccee trrrrraaaiii…”
“Perhaps we have been going too easy on you” Dr Willow smiled at Liesel. She turned to her assistant and made some notes on the chart. “Double the dose. Let’s see how she does with that.”
“What! You can’t do that” Dr Reynolds said.
“It’s still within protocol limits” Dr Willow snapped. “And may I remind you that you are not a doctor here right now. But perhaps I misunderstood.” she grinned maliciously and turned to her assistant and casually said “Double doses all around” and strode into her office.
Liesel’s eyes rolled into her head as the IR-339 hit her nervous system. Dr Reynold's red hair tossed across her face and she moaned pleasurably as her dose took effect.
“Oh mama” Dr Reynolds moaned dreamily “she likes this.” The redhead felt her baby moving inside her.
Amy entered the room with Emily and walked her to her chair before securing the petite housewife. The nurse briefly looked at her chart and ducked into the doctor’s office.
“Doctor, did you want double doses for all of them?” She asked.
Dr Willow, not looking up from her charts, waved her away with a curt yes. The nurse returned with a syringe and emptied it into the blond wife and mother. This injection felt different as waves of pleasure buffeted her body.
In her office, Dr willow realized what her nurse meant and jumped up from her desk and ran out of her office.
It seemed to Emily that the woman’s voice came from far away as she heard Dr Willow cry out “What do you mean ALL of them?”
Dr. Willow looked into Emily's eyes “Hey, are you there” she asked gently. Emily struggled to focus but muttered a yes back to her. “OK you have accidently been given a double…stay with me Emily,” Dr Willow said loudly as Emily’s eyes started to flutter “A double dose of IR-339. It's going to be a rough night for you and tomorrow isn’t going to be a picnic either, but you’ll be fine tomorrow night after your turning out party.”
Emily nodded, not sure of what she had just heard. She felt her arousal grow as she was fitted for this evening’s conversion session. With her goggles on and the vibrator resting on her clit she was lost in pleasure as she waited for her session to start.
“I think we have to show them your video,” Dr Willow said to Amy quietly. “Do they know about you?”
Amy shook their head slowly. “I was going to talk to Emily after her session tonight. Do we need to?”
“I think they should know.” Dr Willow said. “If it was just Liesel I wouldn’t bother, and Dr Reynolds probably can’t get owned since she had already been bred black. Although that would be fun to see on the off chance she did get owned. But Emily might have an orgasm as her first stud is pulling out of her. She has a right to know. And she might need some extra time to process.”
“It’s not how I wanted them to find out, but you’re right. Go ahead” Amy said.
Amy stared into the darkness. Suddenly a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties appeared naked in front of her. She was of average height and build with wavy brown hair and dark eyes. On her breast was a QOS tattoo.
“My name is Sara, and I’m a black cock slut” she said before being replaced by a perky young redhead with a slim waist and a flat chest. “My name is Maggie and I’m a snow bunny”. Another woman replaced the redhead, then another and another. There had been at least a dozen all proclaiming their love of black cock when the screen went blank and then the words “WHAT TO EXPECT”….” WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING”…” TO BE CONVERTED” appeared.
Across the room, Liesel began to tremble in fear. What had they done to these women that they would willingly admit they let niggers fuck them she thought. Then the pictures started hundreds of them floating in the air in front of them. The pictures showed white women surrounded by their many interracial children. Some appeared to be ****** photos, white couples with white children as well as mixed-race children.
A wave of pleasure washed over Emily as an epiphany struck her. That is going to be my ****** one day, she thought as she imagined her two ********* and husband standing around her as she held her black baby in her arms. Emily smiled as she noticed most of the women in the photos were in various stages of pregnancy.
Liesel struggled weakly in her bonds. She couldn’t look away from the horrifying yet fascinating pictures scrolling past. It disgusted her that she was so aroused by the pregnant belly’s scrolling past. How could they look so happy and satisfied, she wondered. She gasped as the vibrator on her sensitive nub pulsed slowly.
Emily noticed that nearly all the women had tattooed a spade of various designs somewhere on their bodies. But many had smaller yin-yang tattoos in the shape of spades on their abdomens. She wondered what they were for. Some had one or two many had more. The IR-339 made it difficult for her to concentrate on any one image for too long. There were so many, and they were all so beautiful. As her vibrator turned on, she smiled and moaned softly.
The pictures were replaced by a blond-haired woman in her late thirties. She was completely naked, her left breast marked with a spade tattoo. Just below her belly button were three of the yin-yang symbols. Her voice was warm and sported a southern twang.
“My name is Angela, and I was in the program for four years. As you can see” she said waving her hand over the yin-yang spades “I have three children. I got divorced because I didn’t want children so when I found out I had to pay reparations for my slaver ancestors I was shocked. Looking back, I think I was also a little racist. I don’t think I ever would have even considered having sex with a black man if I didn’t pay reparations. Now I love being a mother and wouldn’t trade my life for anything. And the sex, OH MY GOD! IT. IS. AMAZING!” she yelled excitedly.
Angela faded away and was replaced by a woman in her mid-forties with dark hair. “I divorced my loser husband after conversion” she almost spat. “I could never get enough now. I had six children at the breeding center. Every time I felt a black cock slide into me it made me feel” she paused “fulfilled. Any time I saw a black man I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock until he fucked me. My new husband is black, and I have never felt so satisfied.”
A woman with pale skin and hair the color of burnished copper stared out with bright green eyes. “I love my husband and he has been wonderful through all my changes. I wanted to stay faithful after my conversion. I lasted three days before I fucked a stranger in a coffee shop bathroom. He was so good-looking and charming that I couldn’t resist him. He pulled me into the bathroom and just went to town on me. No foreplay, just hard raw fucking that left me in a post-orgasmic haze for several hours.”
A young woman with yellow hair and ice-blue eyes spoke next. “I never thought I would be so proud to pay reparations after the way I was raised,” she said as she moved her hand to reveal a swastika on a red background surrounded by a large spade.
All the agony and overstimulation of her body faded as Leisel’s mind focused on the woman. She knew her - Greta Von Furst. She wrote the book on the perils of interracial breeding, literally. ‘Miscegenation and the Downfall of Western Civilization’ was a very influential book and Leisel had a signed copy of it on her desk. She had gotten her autograph at a reading when the book first came out and now she was watching her hero was bound on her back to a breeding bench being fucked by a black cock.
As the scene changed to a recording of the athletic blond whimpering Greta being roughly fucked Leisel noticed that the swastika tattoo on her breast was missing the spade. Leisel watched with fascinated horror as the black man drove himself to the hilt threw back his head and roared.
“No..no..don’t…uugh” Greta moaned pitifully. Then her face went blank, and her heavy-lidded eyes took on a dreamy quality. Then her head began to bob as another black cock filled the racist blonde’s pussy. A confused look crossed her face which slowly turned to fear. As she built to her orgasm a smile slowly stretched her lips. “Oh shit…oh shit..o” she panted softly before her breath caught in her throat. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out as her eyes opened wide before rolling up. Then clearly visible on her toned stomach, her muscles began to tremble. Her legs shook and her back arched against the restraints.
“I just didn’t understand” Greta intoned over her blissful face as the image froze. “But I did learn something important about being an Aryan woman” she continued as the image in front of them changed to a full-body shot of a nude and heavily pregnant Greta. “We make excellent breeders” she finished as her hand ran over the seven yin yang tattoos on her side.
Leisel felt sick. She also felt a surge of determination. What had they done to them? She knew she had to fight the conditioning and she pushed down the urges she felt. The vibrator slowly picked up speed as the women continued to scroll by. Their faces flashed by, women of all ages, some visibly pregnant, each one with a story. Leisel fought the pleasurable sensations emanating from her clit.
“After the conversion, I made sure to explain to my girls how important this was. I told them about our ****** history and how they would one day probably end up getting converted as well. I let them know about how many slaves our ****** had and how many black babies our ****** would have to have. We decided they should start trying to have babies in the hopes of getting white ********* who would one day pay off our debt. My first summer after I got pregnant after my conversion, I took them to Asia. I was seven months pregnant when we got home. My ********* were six weeks pregnant, my youngest with twins, all girls. The next summer we spent in Ireland and Scotland. My youngest had a boy, but her sister had a pretty little ginger girl. We are going to go to Sweden next” said one.
“I dumped my loser husband and haven’t had sex with a white man since,” said another with three yin-yang tattoos.
“I got converted three months after I moved into an apartment at college, I’ve probably slept with the entire school by now” a perky coed with a slight belly bump and a yin-yang tattoo exclaimed.
“My husband and I are active swingers, but I only swing with black men, although I do have occasional threesomes with my husband and another woman. I like to throw him a bone every once in a while because I love the big lunk” a brunette in her thirties smiled.
Emily gasped as the image dissolved to show Amy kneeling naked on the floor. Emily had never seen Amy naked, and it wasn’t what she expected. Her small dark brown nipples were both pierced with a hoop that matched the ones in her belly button and clit. On her upper abdomen was a large spade probably ten inches high just below her breasts. Above her bare pussy were the words “Reggie’s Slut” and one yin-yang tattoo.
“As you can see conversion can have many different outcomes,” Amy said before the screen went black and words began to appear.
“WHAT TO EXPECT”
“WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING”
“TO BE BLACK OWNED”
When she first arrived she had tried to spot weaknesses in the routines that would provide her an opportunity to escape. She was concerned not only for herself but for the resistance itself. If they could turn good Aryan women into mindless black cock sluts, who might she give up? She was worried about her friends such as Bekka who was like a sister to her. The idea of Bekka getting scooped up on some trumped-up charge and sent here made her skin crawl. One other thought occurred to her. She needed to get out of there and tell the world what was happening. She had never heard of the conversion process until now, which meant almost none of the women who completed the process were talking about it!
And all this on top of the fact that she didn’t want to get ***** and bred by any nigger that walked through her door. But the drugs they gave her to keep her calm dulled her mind and sapped her strength. There was only one flaw she might exploit when the guards opened the elevator and turned their back to her momentarily. The IR-339 had left her weak, uncoordinated, anxious, horny, and unable to escape. She was concerned about the fact that the videos she was forced to watch were becoming less and less shocking every day.
She fought to keep her hatred for the black race burning within her, but it was getting harder and harder. Even now with one day left her rhetoric sounded hollow. But still, she clung to it, mentally fighting for what she knew was right.
Liesel moaned in her sleep. Dr Reynolds smiled as she watched the girl's hips thrust unconsciously. She wondered what the little blonde was dreaming about. Her eyes slipped down to Liesel’s hands which were gripping and releasing her thin sheets.
Liesel wasn’t having a dream; it was a nightmare. She was on her back looking up at a canopy of trees. She sensed it was hot and humid. Above her, a huge black man was thrusting as he pinned the struggling girl to the ground. As she looked past her attacker, she saw dozens more waiting their turn. Her ****** finished and moved away only to be replaced instantly with another.
“Oh my god,” Liesel thought “I’m going to be gangraped by these African warriors”. Liesel didn’t understand why she wasn’t more upset at that realization. Far from it, she felt excitement at the idea. Even though she should have felt revulsion at the thought of being conquered by these massive African warriors somehow she only felt radiant pleasure.
Lisel’s eyes snapped open as the door to their cell swung out. It was now or never as she was dragged naked down the hall. She knew she had to take her chance, or she would be too weak to try again. Steeling up her hatred for black people she focused her mind and prepared mentally herself. The guard turned his back and Liesel sprang.
Dr Willow watched as the burly black guard manhandled a dazed Liesel onto the chair. Soon the blonde was secured. She slurred curses at everyone as she fought the effects of her conversion.
“Did you have to sedate her again?” Dr Willow asked.
“No,” he chuckled, “I think she was trying to attack me. But she just fell over and started kicking her legs. Once she tired herself out, I picked her up and carried her down here.”
The thin doctor leaned over Liesel and looked into her eyes. The blonde girl’s blue eyes were red and glassy with heavy lids. They lolled side to side languidly as she tried to focus. Finally, her lips began to move, and the venomous hatred with a defiantly whispered “Fuuucckkk youuu….rraccccee trrrrraaaiii…”
“Perhaps we have been going too easy on you” Dr Willow smiled at Liesel. She turned to her assistant and made some notes on the chart. “Double the dose. Let’s see how she does with that.”
“What! You can’t do that” Dr Reynolds said.
“It’s still within protocol limits” Dr Willow snapped. “And may I remind you that you are not a doctor here right now. But perhaps I misunderstood.” she grinned maliciously and turned to her assistant and casually said “Double doses all around” and strode into her office.
Liesel’s eyes rolled into her head as the IR-339 hit her nervous system. Dr Reynold's red hair tossed across her face and she moaned pleasurably as her dose took effect.
“Oh mama” Dr Reynolds moaned dreamily “she likes this.” The redhead felt her baby moving inside her.
Amy entered the room with Emily and walked her to her chair before securing the petite housewife. The nurse briefly looked at her chart and ducked into the doctor’s office.
“Doctor, did you want double doses for all of them?” She asked.
Dr Willow, not looking up from her charts, waved her away with a curt yes. The nurse returned with a syringe and emptied it into the blond wife and mother. This injection felt different as waves of pleasure buffeted her body.
In her office, Dr willow realized what her nurse meant and jumped up from her desk and ran out of her office.
It seemed to Emily that the woman’s voice came from far away as she heard Dr Willow cry out “What do you mean ALL of them?”
Dr. Willow looked into Emily's eyes “Hey, are you there” she asked gently. Emily struggled to focus but muttered a yes back to her. “OK you have accidently been given a double…stay with me Emily,” Dr Willow said loudly as Emily’s eyes started to flutter “A double dose of IR-339. It's going to be a rough night for you and tomorrow isn’t going to be a picnic either, but you’ll be fine tomorrow night after your turning out party.”
Emily nodded, not sure of what she had just heard. She felt her arousal grow as she was fitted for this evening’s conversion session. With her goggles on and the vibrator resting on her clit she was lost in pleasure as she waited for her session to start.
“I think we have to show them your video,” Dr Willow said to Amy quietly. “Do they know about you?”
Amy shook their head slowly. “I was going to talk to Emily after her session tonight. Do we need to?”
“I think they should know.” Dr Willow said. “If it was just Liesel I wouldn’t bother, and Dr Reynolds probably can’t get owned since she had already been bred black. Although that would be fun to see on the off chance she did get owned. But Emily might have an orgasm as her first stud is pulling out of her. She has a right to know. And she might need some extra time to process.”
“It’s not how I wanted them to find out, but you’re right. Go ahead” Amy said.
Amy stared into the darkness. Suddenly a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties appeared naked in front of her. She was of average height and build with wavy brown hair and dark eyes. On her breast was a QOS tattoo.
“My name is Sara, and I’m a black cock slut” she said before being replaced by a perky young redhead with a slim waist and a flat chest. “My name is Maggie and I’m a snow bunny”. Another woman replaced the redhead, then another and another. There had been at least a dozen all proclaiming their love of black cock when the screen went blank and then the words “WHAT TO EXPECT”….” WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING”…” TO BE CONVERTED” appeared.
Across the room, Liesel began to tremble in fear. What had they done to these women that they would willingly admit they let niggers fuck them she thought. Then the pictures started hundreds of them floating in the air in front of them. The pictures showed white women surrounded by their many interracial children. Some appeared to be ****** photos, white couples with white children as well as mixed-race children.
A wave of pleasure washed over Emily as an epiphany struck her. That is going to be my ****** one day, she thought as she imagined her two ********* and husband standing around her as she held her black baby in her arms. Emily smiled as she noticed most of the women in the photos were in various stages of pregnancy.
Liesel struggled weakly in her bonds. She couldn’t look away from the horrifying yet fascinating pictures scrolling past. It disgusted her that she was so aroused by the pregnant belly’s scrolling past. How could they look so happy and satisfied, she wondered. She gasped as the vibrator on her sensitive nub pulsed slowly.
Emily noticed that nearly all the women had tattooed a spade of various designs somewhere on their bodies. But many had smaller yin-yang tattoos in the shape of spades on their abdomens. She wondered what they were for. Some had one or two many had more. The IR-339 made it difficult for her to concentrate on any one image for too long. There were so many, and they were all so beautiful. As her vibrator turned on, she smiled and moaned softly.
The pictures were replaced by a blond-haired woman in her late thirties. She was completely naked, her left breast marked with a spade tattoo. Just below her belly button were three of the yin-yang symbols. Her voice was warm and sported a southern twang.
“My name is Angela, and I was in the program for four years. As you can see” she said waving her hand over the yin-yang spades “I have three children. I got divorced because I didn’t want children so when I found out I had to pay reparations for my slaver ancestors I was shocked. Looking back, I think I was also a little racist. I don’t think I ever would have even considered having sex with a black man if I didn’t pay reparations. Now I love being a mother and wouldn’t trade my life for anything. And the sex, OH MY GOD! IT. IS. AMAZING!” she yelled excitedly.
Angela faded away and was replaced by a woman in her mid-forties with dark hair. “I divorced my loser husband after conversion” she almost spat. “I could never get enough now. I had six children at the breeding center. Every time I felt a black cock slide into me it made me feel” she paused “fulfilled. Any time I saw a black man I wanted to drop to my knees and suck his cock until he fucked me. My new husband is black, and I have never felt so satisfied.”
A woman with pale skin and hair the color of burnished copper stared out with bright green eyes. “I love my husband and he has been wonderful through all my changes. I wanted to stay faithful after my conversion. I lasted three days before I fucked a stranger in a coffee shop bathroom. He was so good-looking and charming that I couldn’t resist him. He pulled me into the bathroom and just went to town on me. No foreplay, just hard raw fucking that left me in a post-orgasmic haze for several hours.”
A young woman with yellow hair and ice-blue eyes spoke next. “I never thought I would be so proud to pay reparations after the way I was raised,” she said as she moved her hand to reveal a swastika on a red background surrounded by a large spade.
All the agony and overstimulation of her body faded as Leisel’s mind focused on the woman. She knew her - Greta Von Furst. She wrote the book on the perils of interracial breeding, literally. ‘Miscegenation and the Downfall of Western Civilization’ was a very influential book and Leisel had a signed copy of it on her desk. She had gotten her autograph at a reading when the book first came out and now she was watching her hero was bound on her back to a breeding bench being fucked by a black cock.
As the scene changed to a recording of the athletic blond whimpering Greta being roughly fucked Leisel noticed that the swastika tattoo on her breast was missing the spade. Leisel watched with fascinated horror as the black man drove himself to the hilt threw back his head and roared.
“No..no..don’t…uugh” Greta moaned pitifully. Then her face went blank, and her heavy-lidded eyes took on a dreamy quality. Then her head began to bob as another black cock filled the racist blonde’s pussy. A confused look crossed her face which slowly turned to fear. As she built to her orgasm a smile slowly stretched her lips. “Oh shit…oh shit..o” she panted softly before her breath caught in her throat. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out as her eyes opened wide before rolling up. Then clearly visible on her toned stomach, her muscles began to tremble. Her legs shook and her back arched against the restraints.
“I just didn’t understand” Greta intoned over her blissful face as the image froze. “But I did learn something important about being an Aryan woman” she continued as the image in front of them changed to a full-body shot of a nude and heavily pregnant Greta. “We make excellent breeders” she finished as her hand ran over the seven yin yang tattoos on her side.
Leisel felt sick. She also felt a surge of determination. What had they done to them? She knew she had to fight the conditioning and she pushed down the urges she felt. The vibrator slowly picked up speed as the women continued to scroll by. Their faces flashed by, women of all ages, some visibly pregnant, each one with a story. Leisel fought the pleasurable sensations emanating from her clit.
“After the conversion, I made sure to explain to my girls how important this was. I told them about our ****** history and how they would one day probably end up getting converted as well. I let them know about how many slaves our ****** had and how many black babies our ****** would have to have. We decided they should start trying to have babies in the hopes of getting white ********* who would one day pay off our debt. My first summer after I got pregnant after my conversion, I took them to Asia. I was seven months pregnant when we got home. My ********* were six weeks pregnant, my youngest with twins, all girls. The next summer we spent in Ireland and Scotland. My youngest had a boy, but her sister had a pretty little ginger girl. We are going to go to Sweden next” said one.
“I dumped my loser husband and haven’t had sex with a white man since,” said another with three yin-yang tattoos.
“I got converted three months after I moved into an apartment at college, I’ve probably slept with the entire school by now” a perky coed with a slight belly bump and a yin-yang tattoo exclaimed.
“My husband and I are active swingers, but I only swing with black men, although I do have occasional threesomes with my husband and another woman. I like to throw him a bone every once in a while because I love the big lunk” a brunette in her thirties smiled.
Emily gasped as the image dissolved to show Amy kneeling naked on the floor. Emily had never seen Amy naked, and it wasn’t what she expected. Her small dark brown nipples were both pierced with a hoop that matched the ones in her belly button and clit. On her upper abdomen was a large spade probably ten inches high just below her breasts. Above her bare pussy were the words “Reggie’s Slut” and one yin-yang tattoo.
“As you can see conversion can have many different outcomes,” Amy said before the screen went black and words began to appear.
“WHAT TO EXPECT”
“WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING”
“TO BE BLACK OWNED”
and i can't help wondering how it might work on some white male 'guinea pigs'
