“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.
. Thank you so much.
