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.
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and i can't help wondering how it might work on some white male 'guinea pigs'
