White wife conversion

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”