The Reparations Act

The next morning rather than being woken to suck him off, instead he grabbed my wife off the floor and threw her onto the bed. Black Daddy had a needle prepared for her, which my wife saw.

“Oh no, fuck no.” She screamed and went to climb off the bed.

“Grab the bitch, baby dick. Hold her down.”She fought like a banshee, screaming fury and venom the whole time. I may be smaller than Black Daddy, but I was big enough for this. Soon I had her pinned, and he pushed the needle into her. The moment the drugs went in, she relaxed and laid back. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, Black Daddy pulled off her panties and handed them to me.

“Here cuck, these should remind you who owns your bitch.” They did, he only ever put panties on her to soak the seed that leaked out over night. As usual they were soaked, a gusset gooey with a vile smelling mess. I slid them on, my balls sat right in the mess.

He’d started stroking her clit as the drugs took hold. It didn’t take long before she was writhing under his touch. Black Daddy looked up at me, made sure I was watching. Then proceeded to make out with her. The sound of wet sounds of her pussy and their mouths was crushing my soul.

He seemed really taken with me holding my wife’s legs up for him to use her. This time was no exception, the white husband offering his vulnerable wife’s pussy to him. He ate that sort of humiliation up.

“Gonna turn your wife into a junkie whore, baby dick. Even if I don’t breed her, she’s gonna be suckin and fuckin black dick all day every day.” He was talking to me while fucking her, using her to masturbate.

“I’ll make sure she so hooked, no white man’ll want her but the lowest of the low. Hell, the brothers only gonna do her cause she white. Just another piece of white trash, hangin around the hood takin black meat for dope.” He stopped long enough to free me from my cage.

“Stroke your dicklet, tell me about her gettin used while you do.” Oh god, I hated this part. I burned with shame the way it turned me on.

“Fuck ok, yes Black Daddy.” I held one leg and stroked myself with the other. My eyes locked on his cock inside her.

“It’s so hot when she fucks other men, cums with them. Oh but it’s better when they just take her, use her.” My wife noisily came here but I didn’t care, I was remembering the videos.

“The men who hold her down, hurt her. Stuff their giant black cocks in her, oh god…” I spurted all over her belly, my load so small, thin and watery compared to Black Daddy’s.

He just smiled at this and kept thrusting, “yeah white boy. Your woman made for this, I told you white pussy belongs to black men. Where do black men cum?” He looked at me expectantly.

“In my wife,” I answered.

“Lick that shit off her cuck, whiteboy cum belongs in y’all’s faggy little mouths. Beg me to cum in yo bitch.” He was getting closer I could tell.

I bent to lick up the mess I’d made, “please Sir, please. Shoot your cum in her. Put your baby inside her, make her yours. White women belong to black men, I don’t deserve her pussy. I can only get hard for black cock.”

Black Daddy smiled, “swallow that shit then open wide baby dick.” He pulled out and jacked himself off into my open mouth. As ever it was huge and filled my mouth to the brim, hot and salty. Spurt after spurt until he was spent.

“Hold it for a second, try not to swallow none.” He slid a finger on each hand into my wife’s gaping pussy, holding it open wide. “Spit my babies in yo wife.”

I leaned over and drooled his seed down into her. After a couple of days of getting creampied, her hole stank badly. I gagged at the smell a bit. Imagine if it was this moment that got her pregnant and it was my fault. Ugh.

“You a broken cuck, got a mouthful black nut and you’re fine. But you get a whiff of her slut box and you wanna puke.” Black Daddy laughed, “she do stink though. After this take her in the shower and wash her. Mind your hands whiteboy or I cut your nuts off.”

He started using his softish cock to push the cum down in her. Soon he was just pounding away like before. My wife just laid there mostly unconscious occasionally moaning. Then she came around his black pole, he loved lording that over me.

Here it was 8 am and he was about to cum in her for the second time. With one huge thrust he slammed all the way in, groaning loudly. “Oh I love white pussy,” he said pulling his wet cock out of her. He pushed her on the floor with a thump and laid down in her place hands behind his head. He looked smug.

“Get her ass up and clean her. And put your cage on first, I don’t trust your depraved ass.” Me depraved? That’s a laugh coming from him.

It was hard washing her and holding her up in the shower. Despite being quite thin, she was dead weight in my arms. Totally out of it. I used the shower head to spray her down and rubbed soap all over. I shot the water jet up her holes to rinse them out. Whatever drugs he was giving her did a number on her. She was totally out of it and moaning like a whore anytime anything went near her pussy.

Dragging her wet to the bed to dry, Black Daddy had been going though our closets. He had her wedding dress on the bed.

“Put that shit on her baby dick, I wanna fuck her in her wedding dress.” He was hard and ready, how did he keep doing this?

Later after seeding her yet again, he had a photographer come over. I don’t know where he got these ideas. We had a photo shoot, her in the wedding dress on her knees kissing his hard black cock. Me behind them nude in my cage. Fag written on my chest in her lipstick. Her dress lifted to show cum leaking down her thigh. Rather than paying he let the photographer have her for an hour, free to use her mouth and asshole.

We listened downstairs to the bed creak. Black Daddy laughing at every moan or smack we heard. Finished the photographer came down and thanked Black Daddy for a great time. I was made to thank the photographer for fucking her better than I could.

The worst part was taking the picture to be printed. Sitting there while it was being run through the giant printer. People walking by looked at it. Humiliating. Black Daddy just oh so chatty with everyone within range, telling everyone everything. He even offered my darling wife’s mouth to the manager just for fun. His smug look after was infuriating.

I went with them that evening to sell my wife. It was more drugs in her, more men. No more homeless thankfully, but another huge group of black men. I wondered how he set all this up every time. All he seemed to do was fuck, and sleep.

As bad as watching the videos were, being there was so much worse. Hearing the things they said about her, and me. The terrible sounds their bodies made together, flesh slamming together with the intention to hurt. The grunting as they came in her. My wife was starting to ask for more of the needle too. I could tell this was going to be bad. This week had aged her 10 years and the drugs weren’t helping.

During a quiet moment when just one man was inside her, I asked Black Daddy if we could visit my wife’s ****** at her cabin. Wifeys twin sister needed help fixing something at her secluded cabin outside of town, and had asked us to come up the week before. I could see Black Daddy didn’t want to be bothered. But an identical twin of my wife, that piqued his interest. Fucking one white whore was good, fucking two was even better. Better still was twins. Maybe even breed them both, that was irresistible.

I didn’t have to be inside his head to follow his thought process. It was part of my desperate plan, to save ourselves. I knew what kind of bait he’d respond to and baited my trap accordingly. He told me maybe but I was sure I had him.

A couple hours later and there was one man left to go. Black Daddy called him Horse, why I soon found out. He undressed and the biggest dick I’ve ever seen even in porno was hanging off of this dude. Even doped to the gills, my wife cried the whole time he was inside her. It was like he ramming an arm inside her. After she swallowed his nut, Horse slapped her hard across the face.

“Not bad whore, next time I hurt you more though.” He spat on her and left.

After him, there were no more men to empty themselves into her. I was glad to be leaving, that room had become horrifyingly gross. I felt sorry for the cleaning people who would come after. If this was the sort of room that ever got cleaned. She was basically lying in a pool of slime that had been sprayed in or on her. Black Daddy hadn’t tried to make me clean it. I would have let him kill me before I got my mouth anywhere near that.

If anyone was going to die from this, it wouldn’t be me. I was doing terrible things to my wife yes, but I was playing for time. Trying to save her, I prayed she understood that. I knew if I didn’t act we’d never be done with the man. He’d find some pretext to keep extending our reparations, over and over until he knocked her up or we were dead.

Later at home I was considering this all as he prepped another shot for my wife. He made her beg for his dick, promise to be black cock only. Before he injected her, he got her to tell me she didn’t love me anymore.

Once she was shot up again, he mounted her once more. I set what I thought was a humiliated expression on my face and held her legs and plotted Black Daddy’s demise. We just had to get to the cabin.

When Black Daddy fell asleep, I crept around the bed and carefully unplugged his phone from charger. This part was important. I hid my wife’s too. Couldn’t have records of where we’d been. Didn’t know if they could track where phones had gone, but let’s not take any chances. I was going to be suspect number one.