(YO! This is just a short thing I started hammering out on a whim...part of a larger tale I've had going in my head for awhile now, that I decided I may start actually hammering out into short stories or something. Anyway, feedback appreciated!)
Freya sighed.
She stared cautiously at the oversized, ebony dildo which sat suction-cupped to the glass table in the center of the bedroom. A variety of security cameras, just out of reach, watched her every movement as the blonde haired former college student slipped out of bed completely nude. The one mark on her body being an old tattoo of a swastika marking her left thigh, with a new, bright red X tattooed over it.
"A bigger one, already? I'd just gotten used to the last one..." She sighed as she walked over to the plastic cock, her fingers curiously caressing over its tip as she looked around the room. Nothing else was different, as usual. The place had the look of a normal hotel room, it was well furnished, with comfortable chairs for relaxing, a fantastic bed that she looked forward to relaxing in every night, and a large bathroom better than the one she'd had in her old life.
Freya thought back to what brought her here, she'd done it so much by now that the act was beginning to get boring for her. She'd had a good life, if a little sheltered. Growing up in a comfortable suburb with well off parents, far away from the worries of the world. That sort of complacent lifestyle had gotten to her, in time. By the time she left her home for college, she, like so many other young students like her, were swept up in the political violence sweeping the United States. Cohesion among the states had been crumbling for a long time, mob violence across the entire political spectrum and ever class of citizen breaking what was once the greatest nation on earth.
Freya turned, staring at the room's TV. It was large, high quality, and protected behind a strong glass barrier built into the wall. Speakers pumped the erotic sounds of bodies slapping together, and the intense moaning of women being ruthlessly fucked by black men, and endless wave of porn that was her only source of entertainment now. Sometimes the videos were switched out with long videos of white women explaining their love for black men, proudly showing off Queen of Spades tattoos and similarly branded lingerie. As her emerald eyes watched yet another young white women fall to her knees, and begin caressing, stroking, and kissing an oversized black cock on screen, she grabbed the dildo's shaft, and slowly lowered herself just far enough for its tip to caress between her lips, driving shivers throughout her entire body.
"FIGHT" A man wielding a loudspeaker screeched, as she daydreamed of the past. "Fight to secure our future! Fight to secure our destiny!", and so Freya had. For the first time, entering into one of the mosh pits of mob violence deep within the streets of a city she'd never been to before. The chaos was blurry in her thoughts now, so much happening at once, so much that she'd slowly began to forget. All that she knew, was that at some point her vision went dark, and some unknowable amount of time later, she'd woken up in this room, alone, and watched.
She wondered how long it had been now...two months? Three? She wondered if it mattered at all, as she closed her eyes, and let out a deep moan as she imagined strong, ebony hands gripping her shoulders, and pressed down on her new dildo, feeling every inch of its beautiful, dark length as she surrendered her mind to lust.
Freya sighed.
She stared cautiously at the oversized, ebony dildo which sat suction-cupped to the glass table in the center of the bedroom. A variety of security cameras, just out of reach, watched her every movement as the blonde haired former college student slipped out of bed completely nude. The one mark on her body being an old tattoo of a swastika marking her left thigh, with a new, bright red X tattooed over it.
"A bigger one, already? I'd just gotten used to the last one..." She sighed as she walked over to the plastic cock, her fingers curiously caressing over its tip as she looked around the room. Nothing else was different, as usual. The place had the look of a normal hotel room, it was well furnished, with comfortable chairs for relaxing, a fantastic bed that she looked forward to relaxing in every night, and a large bathroom better than the one she'd had in her old life.
Freya thought back to what brought her here, she'd done it so much by now that the act was beginning to get boring for her. She'd had a good life, if a little sheltered. Growing up in a comfortable suburb with well off parents, far away from the worries of the world. That sort of complacent lifestyle had gotten to her, in time. By the time she left her home for college, she, like so many other young students like her, were swept up in the political violence sweeping the United States. Cohesion among the states had been crumbling for a long time, mob violence across the entire political spectrum and ever class of citizen breaking what was once the greatest nation on earth.
Freya turned, staring at the room's TV. It was large, high quality, and protected behind a strong glass barrier built into the wall. Speakers pumped the erotic sounds of bodies slapping together, and the intense moaning of women being ruthlessly fucked by black men, and endless wave of porn that was her only source of entertainment now. Sometimes the videos were switched out with long videos of white women explaining their love for black men, proudly showing off Queen of Spades tattoos and similarly branded lingerie. As her emerald eyes watched yet another young white women fall to her knees, and begin caressing, stroking, and kissing an oversized black cock on screen, she grabbed the dildo's shaft, and slowly lowered herself just far enough for its tip to caress between her lips, driving shivers throughout her entire body.
"FIGHT" A man wielding a loudspeaker screeched, as she daydreamed of the past. "Fight to secure our future! Fight to secure our destiny!", and so Freya had. For the first time, entering into one of the mosh pits of mob violence deep within the streets of a city she'd never been to before. The chaos was blurry in her thoughts now, so much happening at once, so much that she'd slowly began to forget. All that she knew, was that at some point her vision went dark, and some unknowable amount of time later, she'd woken up in this room, alone, and watched.
She wondered how long it had been now...two months? Three? She wondered if it mattered at all, as she closed her eyes, and let out a deep moan as she imagined strong, ebony hands gripping her shoulders, and pressed down on her new dildo, feeling every inch of its beautiful, dark length as she surrendered her mind to lust.
