White wife conversion

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.