White Wife Conversion CH 9
Amy took a deep breath and knocked on Agent Barne's door. When she opened it she froze as she took in the scene before her. The pregnant doctor was seated in front of Agent Barne's desk flanked on either side by security guards. Her cuffed hands were in her lap. Off to one side stood a tall thin almost waiflike woman in her late twenties. She had long silky jet black hair tied into a braid running down to the small of her back.
“Agent Summers, I have another case for you. It appears the good doctor here has been administering herself doses of IR-339” Agent Barnes began. “She had a bit of a fight with her husband and took it upon herself to begin her conversion”
“Can she do that while she’s pregnant?” Amy asked in shock.
“We’ll find out,” The Doctor said. “You should have heard the things he was saying about my reparations dividend. We’ll see how that racist feels about biracial children once his ******** starts popping out black babies like a pez-dispenser” she said before she threw her head back and began laughing.
“Dr Willow” Agent Barnes said indicating the black-haired woman “thinks it is too dangerous to stop the treatments now, so you will oversee her case.”
“Agent Summers, do you have any questions?” Dr Willow's southern twang floated through the room.
“Is it true, what Doctor Reynolds said about her ********?” Amy asked.
“I think so. It’s all just theoretical now, but yes, she is probably correct. You see your neural pathways were rewired by the conversion process. Her ********’s brain is being shaped that way. It would be the most natural thing in the world for her to be attracted to black people. In theory, that is. I will be taking fetal brain scans and monitoring them both through this process” Dr Willow finished.
“Dr. Reynolds you have a hearing with the admin board in one hour. Until then you will be held in detention with our friend Lisel” Agent Barnes said. And with that, the doctor was led out of the room.
Amy felt a blob of cum drip into her panties. She had forgotten her earlier concerns about her dalliance with Reggie. Although a wave of relief washed over her, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She took Dr Reynold’s file and left for her office. Then she took a shower. As the hot water streamed down her body she reached into her pussy and fingered herself to orgasm thinking about how Reggie had fucked her earlier. His roughness and his wife’s brutality seemed to fuel her lust for them.
The evidence of her rule-breaking washed away, for now, Amy went to find Mrs. White. She found her in a lounge talking with six other women. Sharon and Susan Blackman were sitting a few tables away talking quietly to each other. Today was their last day off before they started servicing reparees full-time. From 6 PM to 6 Am black man after black would fuck and inseminate Sharon. Her ******** would serve alongside her after she finished school. From 6 PM to midnight Susan would receive the same treatment as her mother.
Sharon spoke in low tones constantly looking about, while Susan beamed with wide, enthusiastic eyes and a giant grin on her face. Amy was going to let them be when Susan noticed her and waived her over.
“Tell her Mom” Susan urged.
“Susan!” her mother admonished.
“Is everything OK Sharon?” Amy asked gently.
“Better than OK” Susan cut in.
“Susan!” Sharon said again.
“Mom there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I understand change like this can be difficult” Amy began. “but I’m here to help you in any way I can help you I will, but you have to be willing to talk to me.”
Sharon took a deep breath and with a nod of encouragement from her ******** said quietly:
“Last night I was on the sex swing. I was trying not to look at him, but I found myself looking at his ripped abs. His body was quite sexy. It’s been years since Susan’s father looked that good. My eyes drifted down to where his….thing was going in and out of me. He was hitting me just right, the angle, the speed, everything. As I saw him, I could feel him. His motion was smooth and regular and as I felt myself being opened by him before closing behind him, well it sort of put me in a kind of trance. And then “she trailed off.”
Amy’s breath quickened. This was an important step for Sharon. She had already admitted that unlike her ******** she had never cum from one of her reparees. I wasn’t enough that she had cum while being fucked by a black cock. She had to say it out loud. The orgasm was purely physical, her admission would have to be purely voluntary. Amy wanted to make her more comfortable, so she thought for a second.
“You know, I love the sex swing,” Amy said. “Usually I like the bed or the breeding bench, but there’s something so relaxing about being able to lie there and relax. Your representative controls everything about your encounter. The angle at his cock slides into you, when they get it a particular way…wow. So, what happened?”
“Well, I didn’t even realize I was about to, um, climax until Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks and I passed out. I was vaguely aware of the repartee finishing inside me, but I didn’t come to it until I felt my next degree enter me. At least I think it was the next one” Sharon smiled suggestively. Amy could tell Sharon was loosening up so she decided to press her.
“And how was the sex with him?”
“Good. But I didn’t, uh, climax with him. But I did with the next one” Sharon paused before adding “I had sex with five more reparees last night. And three of them made me cum. Two of them made me come twice.”
“You’ve taken an important step in your rehabilitation, Sharon. I’m very happy for you” said Amy.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever be as comfortable as Susan with all this, but it might not be as awful as I thought it would be. But Amy you should have heard the things screamed last night” Sharon said with her eyes sparkling even as her cheeks blushed from her admission.
“MOM” Susan shouted louder than she intended. Her cheeks burned as they turned a bright red. Now it was Susan’s turn to be embarrassed. “I told you he made me say that.”
Amy’s curiosity was aroused at the turn of events. She heard Sharon’s smug voice drifting quietly across the table.
“Go on tell her. She’s here to help, but you have to talk to her. Tell her what I heard last night.”
Susan looked around and dropped her voice
“Well, I was strapped down to the bench and this guy comes in and sticks two fingers in my pussy” Susan began with no trace of the hesitation her mother had shown before using euphemisms to discuss her sexual dalliances. “Then he starts saying how he knows what white women come here for. And he likes seeing teens like me here getting bred. He said it gave him hope for the future. It felt really good to hear something like that. Then he reached underneath me and started grabbing my tits. He said they were small, but he would take care of that, then he shoved his cock into me. It wasn’t the biggest one I’ve had but it filled me up nicely. He stretched me out but it wasn’t painful and he wasn’t long enough to bruise my cervix no matter how hard he was fucking me.
“Then he started calling me a snowbunny slut who just came here to let” Susan paused and looked around before continuing in an even quieter whisper “niggers fuck her stupid. Then he told me to admit it. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then he told me he wanted me to say it. It seemed so wrong to say it, but then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and he told me it was disgraceful for me to come here to have a nigger baby and not even be able to admit it. So I said it trying to keep my voice down.
“‘I want a nigger baby’ I said. He told me to say I wanted his nigger cock to knock me up. ‘Knock me up with your nigger dick and give me a nigger baby’ and he kept telling me to say it over and over. I had taken six black cocks at this point, and I was ready for my next orgasm and every time I said something he fucked me harder. It felt so good. Somehow, he held me on the brink and then he shoved himself as deep into me as he could and started breeding me. The throbbing of his cock pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t even realize I was shouting when I begged him one last time ‘GIVE ME A NIGGER BABY IN MY SNOWBUNNY PUSSY’” Susan finished her story as Amy beamed.
“Wow, that must have been very exciting for you. But be careful about saying things like that. Not everybody likes that type of thing. And there is a world of difference between getting fucked hard and getting your ass belted red by a pissed-off reparee.” Amy’s mind turned to the burning welt that her master's wife had left on her ass earlier.
“I will be” Susan assured her. “Although I did kind of feel a little naughty, it was exciting at the same time. Almost as exciting as the swing felt to Mom. I look forward to trying it sometime.”
Amy pulled out her tablet and poked around for a few minutes before she smiled at Susan.
“Your wish is granted. Tomorrow night you and your mother will both be in swing rooms next to each other. They were the last two that weren’t booked.”
“Booked?” Sharon asked.
“Sometimes genealogical repartees request certain women in specific rooms. I have one who likes to fuck me in the stocks. 12-hour days aren’t fun when you are bent over with your head and hands locked up, but that is the debt I owe so I make the best of it. The worst part is how many repartees find that it is the perfect position to fuck you in the ass. Sometimes I can barely walk the next day” Amy smiled “but you don’t have to worry about that. The only women who end up in the stocks are genealogical reparations and women who don’t follow the rules or misbehave. And it doesn’t sound like either of you are going to have any problems here.” Mother and ******** looked at each other and shook their heads. “Then I think you should take the rest of your day off and enjoy yourselves. I’ll cancel our afternoon session since I think this conversation will count towards your therapy today. I’ll get you two cleared for spa privileges since you are doing so well. Then look at the fitness classes and try one out. The better shape you are in the better the sex is going to be. And getting your endurance up is as important as getting your reparees cocks up if you want to enjoy your time here.”
Sharon and Susan thanked Amy as she left to go over to talk to Emily and the six other women.
In the holding cells, Dr Reynolds was being uncuffed and led into Liesel’s room. Liesel was lying on one of the two double beds. She was pale and sweaty. Her body occasionally shivered involuntarily.
“What do you want race traitor” Liesel said in a weak, tremulous voice.
“I’m your new roommate until our conversions are completed,” Dr Reynolds said appraising her former patient. She felt a sense of relief as she had been worried about what Liesel would do when they were together, but Liesel was too weak to move very much. Liesel’s reaction to IR-339 treatment made her smile. Often women would have mild symptoms from the conversion therapy, but she had never even heard of anyone being so impaired. Dr Reynolds wondered if it was from her mental state or perhaps some response from her Aryan genetics to the conversion. Either way, it would make an interesting paper one day.
Liesel couldn’t even respond as in her mind's eye she had visions of horse-hung black studs fucking white women. She couldn’t get them out of her head. If she fell asleep her dreams were mostly of black men ****** and breeding her. But the worst ones were her dreams of submitting to her black lovers willingly. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t stay awake. All the while the clock kept counting down to her next dose of IR-339 and session in the chair.
Liesel rolled onto her side, turning her back on her new roommate as her tears silently fell onto her pillow.
“Agent Summers, I have another case for you. It appears the good doctor here has been administering herself doses of IR-339” Agent Barnes began. “She had a bit of a fight with her husband and took it upon herself to begin her conversion”
“Can she do that while she’s pregnant?” Amy asked in shock.
“We’ll find out,” The Doctor said. “You should have heard the things he was saying about my reparations dividend. We’ll see how that racist feels about biracial children once his ******** starts popping out black babies like a pez-dispenser” she said before she threw her head back and began laughing.
“Dr Willow” Agent Barnes said indicating the black-haired woman “thinks it is too dangerous to stop the treatments now, so you will oversee her case.”
“Agent Summers, do you have any questions?” Dr Willow's southern twang floated through the room.
“Is it true, what Doctor Reynolds said about her ********?” Amy asked.
“I think so. It’s all just theoretical now, but yes, she is probably correct. You see your neural pathways were rewired by the conversion process. Her ********’s brain is being shaped that way. It would be the most natural thing in the world for her to be attracted to black people. In theory, that is. I will be taking fetal brain scans and monitoring them both through this process” Dr Willow finished.
“Dr. Reynolds you have a hearing with the admin board in one hour. Until then you will be held in detention with our friend Lisel” Agent Barnes said. And with that, the doctor was led out of the room.
Amy felt a blob of cum drip into her panties. She had forgotten her earlier concerns about her dalliance with Reggie. Although a wave of relief washed over her, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She took Dr Reynold’s file and left for her office. Then she took a shower. As the hot water streamed down her body she reached into her pussy and fingered herself to orgasm thinking about how Reggie had fucked her earlier. His roughness and his wife’s brutality seemed to fuel her lust for them.
The evidence of her rule-breaking washed away, for now, Amy went to find Mrs. White. She found her in a lounge talking with six other women. Sharon and Susan Blackman were sitting a few tables away talking quietly to each other. Today was their last day off before they started servicing reparees full-time. From 6 PM to 6 Am black man after black would fuck and inseminate Sharon. Her ******** would serve alongside her after she finished school. From 6 PM to midnight Susan would receive the same treatment as her mother.
Sharon spoke in low tones constantly looking about, while Susan beamed with wide, enthusiastic eyes and a giant grin on her face. Amy was going to let them be when Susan noticed her and waived her over.
“Tell her Mom” Susan urged.
“Susan!” her mother admonished.
“Is everything OK Sharon?” Amy asked gently.
“Better than OK” Susan cut in.
“Susan!” Sharon said again.
“Mom there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I understand change like this can be difficult” Amy began. “but I’m here to help you in any way I can help you I will, but you have to be willing to talk to me.”
Sharon took a deep breath and with a nod of encouragement from her ******** said quietly:
“Last night I was on the sex swing. I was trying not to look at him, but I found myself looking at his ripped abs. His body was quite sexy. It’s been years since Susan’s father looked that good. My eyes drifted down to where his….thing was going in and out of me. He was hitting me just right, the angle, the speed, everything. As I saw him, I could feel him. His motion was smooth and regular and as I felt myself being opened by him before closing behind him, well it sort of put me in a kind of trance. And then “she trailed off.”
Amy’s breath quickened. This was an important step for Sharon. She had already admitted that unlike her ******** she had never cum from one of her reparees. I wasn’t enough that she had cum while being fucked by a black cock. She had to say it out loud. The orgasm was purely physical, her admission would have to be purely voluntary. Amy wanted to make her more comfortable, so she thought for a second.
“You know, I love the sex swing,” Amy said. “Usually I like the bed or the breeding bench, but there’s something so relaxing about being able to lie there and relax. Your representative controls everything about your encounter. The angle at his cock slides into you, when they get it a particular way…wow. So, what happened?”
“Well, I didn’t even realize I was about to, um, climax until Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks and I passed out. I was vaguely aware of the repartee finishing inside me, but I didn’t come to it until I felt my next degree enter me. At least I think it was the next one” Sharon smiled suggestively. Amy could tell Sharon was loosening up so she decided to press her.
“And how was the sex with him?”
“Good. But I didn’t, uh, climax with him. But I did with the next one” Sharon paused before adding “I had sex with five more reparees last night. And three of them made me cum. Two of them made me come twice.”
“You’ve taken an important step in your rehabilitation, Sharon. I’m very happy for you” said Amy.
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever be as comfortable as Susan with all this, but it might not be as awful as I thought it would be. But Amy you should have heard the things screamed last night” Sharon said with her eyes sparkling even as her cheeks blushed from her admission.
“MOM” Susan shouted louder than she intended. Her cheeks burned as they turned a bright red. Now it was Susan’s turn to be embarrassed. “I told you he made me say that.”
Amy’s curiosity was aroused at the turn of events. She heard Sharon’s smug voice drifting quietly across the table.
“Go on tell her. She’s here to help, but you have to talk to her. Tell her what I heard last night.”
Susan looked around and dropped her voice
“Well, I was strapped down to the bench and this guy comes in and sticks two fingers in my pussy” Susan began with no trace of the hesitation her mother had shown before using euphemisms to discuss her sexual dalliances. “Then he starts saying how he knows what white women come here for. And he likes seeing teens like me here getting bred. He said it gave him hope for the future. It felt really good to hear something like that. Then he reached underneath me and started grabbing my tits. He said they were small, but he would take care of that, then he shoved his cock into me. It wasn’t the biggest one I’ve had but it filled me up nicely. He stretched me out but it wasn’t painful and he wasn’t long enough to bruise my cervix no matter how hard he was fucking me.
“Then he started calling me a snowbunny slut who just came here to let” Susan paused and looked around before continuing in an even quieter whisper “niggers fuck her stupid. Then he told me to admit it. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then he told me he wanted me to say it. It seemed so wrong to say it, but then he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and he told me it was disgraceful for me to come here to have a nigger baby and not even be able to admit it. So I said it trying to keep my voice down.
“‘I want a nigger baby’ I said. He told me to say I wanted his nigger cock to knock me up. ‘Knock me up with your nigger dick and give me a nigger baby’ and he kept telling me to say it over and over. I had taken six black cocks at this point, and I was ready for my next orgasm and every time I said something he fucked me harder. It felt so good. Somehow, he held me on the brink and then he shoved himself as deep into me as he could and started breeding me. The throbbing of his cock pushed me over the edge, and I didn’t even realize I was shouting when I begged him one last time ‘GIVE ME A NIGGER BABY IN MY SNOWBUNNY PUSSY’” Susan finished her story as Amy beamed.
“Wow, that must have been very exciting for you. But be careful about saying things like that. Not everybody likes that type of thing. And there is a world of difference between getting fucked hard and getting your ass belted red by a pissed-off reparee.” Amy’s mind turned to the burning welt that her master's wife had left on her ass earlier.
“I will be” Susan assured her. “Although I did kind of feel a little naughty, it was exciting at the same time. Almost as exciting as the swing felt to Mom. I look forward to trying it sometime.”
Amy pulled out her tablet and poked around for a few minutes before she smiled at Susan.
“Your wish is granted. Tomorrow night you and your mother will both be in swing rooms next to each other. They were the last two that weren’t booked.”
“Booked?” Sharon asked.
“Sometimes genealogical repartees request certain women in specific rooms. I have one who likes to fuck me in the stocks. 12-hour days aren’t fun when you are bent over with your head and hands locked up, but that is the debt I owe so I make the best of it. The worst part is how many repartees find that it is the perfect position to fuck you in the ass. Sometimes I can barely walk the next day” Amy smiled “but you don’t have to worry about that. The only women who end up in the stocks are genealogical reparations and women who don’t follow the rules or misbehave. And it doesn’t sound like either of you are going to have any problems here.” Mother and ******** looked at each other and shook their heads. “Then I think you should take the rest of your day off and enjoy yourselves. I’ll cancel our afternoon session since I think this conversation will count towards your therapy today. I’ll get you two cleared for spa privileges since you are doing so well. Then look at the fitness classes and try one out. The better shape you are in the better the sex is going to be. And getting your endurance up is as important as getting your reparees cocks up if you want to enjoy your time here.”
Sharon and Susan thanked Amy as she left to go over to talk to Emily and the six other women.
In the holding cells, Dr Reynolds was being uncuffed and led into Liesel’s room. Liesel was lying on one of the two double beds. She was pale and sweaty. Her body occasionally shivered involuntarily.
“What do you want race traitor” Liesel said in a weak, tremulous voice.
“I’m your new roommate until our conversions are completed,” Dr Reynolds said appraising her former patient. She felt a sense of relief as she had been worried about what Liesel would do when they were together, but Liesel was too weak to move very much. Liesel’s reaction to IR-339 treatment made her smile. Often women would have mild symptoms from the conversion therapy, but she had never even heard of anyone being so impaired. Dr Reynolds wondered if it was from her mental state or perhaps some response from her Aryan genetics to the conversion. Either way, it would make an interesting paper one day.
Liesel couldn’t even respond as in her mind's eye she had visions of horse-hung black studs fucking white women. She couldn’t get them out of her head. If she fell asleep her dreams were mostly of black men ****** and breeding her. But the worst ones were her dreams of submitting to her black lovers willingly. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t stay awake. All the while the clock kept counting down to her next dose of IR-339 and session in the chair.
Liesel rolled onto her side, turning her back on her new roommate as her tears silently fell onto her pillow.
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