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At The Club

The man was seated on the deep plush couch as she moved her body in front of him. His brown eyes were locked onto the movements of her body as he savoured her every sway and wiggle. Georgia thrust her body forward arching her back to present her naked breasts to his face. As she moved forward it seemed certain that she would collide with his seated form but with consummate skill, a skill born of giving many dances like this, she halted just in front of him. She felt his breath on her body.

The clientele of the 'Franklin Mint' was mainly blue-collar and mainly African-American but otherwise it could be pretty diverse. Everyone from seniors to students, from athletes to the obese, from a bronzed Adonis to a face that only a mother could love. There were even a certain number of women customers and a few white guys. Georgia saw very little of the latter - white guys didn't come to THIS club to see a white girl dance. Well, that was just fine by Georgia.

She had swiftly learned that something she had realised about Josh Hawkins applied even more here. The joy of it all for her largely lay in the reactions and the appreciation that she drew. She had loved fucking old Josh but that hadn't been because he was some kind of a super stud. He had been better than anyone seeing him in the street might have guessed but he was, when you came down to it, a portly grizzled man about twice her own age. He'd fucked her well but what had made the experience for her, what had ensured she would always want more, was the obvious desire for her that he showed and the obvious joy that she was bringing him. The little soccer-mom had become a sexual goddess, at least for a weekend and at least in the mind of one very satisfied Black man.

That was how she felt when she danced here or when she did her web-cam shows. She knew how much her audience wanted and desired her and it gave her a great feeling of confidence and power. She might be in the latter part of her thirties and she might have long thought of herself as a dowdy house-wife and mom but these men most certainly did not agree. It would be a lie to say that every Black guy that walked into the club made a bee-line for her but enough of them did and they were VERY appreciative of her body and her skills.

It was even better, of course, if the customer was like this one. He really was a beautiful young man. Very tall, very dark and very handsome. A face which showed his African ancestry but also had wonderfully regular features. There was a symmetry to him that she could gaze at all day and when she looked into those eyes of his... They were dark brown pools of lust for her and they could just about make her go weak at the knees - not exactly convenient when you were dancing for someone! What added a little spice was his age. The guys on the door would have carded him so he must have been 21 but he really looked a couple of years younger, her daughter's age. It was deliciously wicked to be dancing pretty much naked before this young man and feeling the heat of his breath on her.

She looked down into his face again and he seemed to sense it. He tore his eyes away from her breasts and looked up. Their eyes met and she felt a thrill of electricity go through her. This beautiful young man wanted her and he wanted her bad. She felt like singing from the roof-tops in joy at her newly-found sexual power but instead she did something a little more practical. She leaned forward that inch or two and momentarily pushed his face in between her breasts.

When she let him come up for air she gave him a sweet smile. "I'm not supposed to do that out here but it just seemed right with you." He gave a little nod and she saw his tongue run over his upper lip. Did he believe her or did he just feel it was something she said to all her customers?

He had come into the club with five or six of his friends. Part of a birthday celebration perhaps? Anyway he'd seen her and pretty much immediately honed in on her to give him a lap-dance in the champagne room. He hadn't even seemed to look at any of the other dancers - he had been very clear that what he wanted was her. Maybe he just had a thing for white women - she was the only white dancer there that night - but it did her ego no harm at all.

"You like..." she breathed at him. He didn't answer but then he didn't need to. She could feel the hard bulge in his pants. It was clear that he was really enjoying the show. She straddled him and then turned round and pushed her butt back towards him. She gave her rear end a wiggle and then playfully looked back over her shoulder at him. His eyes were like saucers and she knew his whole attention was fixed on her every move. She gave a last extra deep grind and heard him give a little gasp.

At that moment she knew that she had the feminine power to make this strong handsome young man cum in his pants. The knowledge sent a warm pulse of satisfaction surging through her body but she was also quite sure that she didn't want to humiliate him. She turned back to lock eyes with him and placed her small white hands on his broad strong chest. She leaned forward and kissed him. "Next time," she said, 'we can go to a private room and I can finish our dance."

The young man seemed to like that idea. She had an idea that she'd be seeing him again. It was the hustle, her boss would say, but for Georgia sometimes the hustle could be a positive pleasure!

***

It hadn't been long ago that Georgia had felt that her life was just drifting away. The years had ticked by until she had found herself divorced and with her only daughter leaving the 'nest'. She was only 36 but she had been a wife and then a soccer mom for so long that she had almost ceased to think of herself as a sexual being. Being a mom and starting her career from scratch had taken all her time and energy. With her marriage ended and her daughter moved away that was no longer the case. She had found 'the game' and her Master and her life had changed out of all recognition.

She had gone into this all worrying that maybe she wouldn't be considered sexy enough. It hadn't turned out that way. She had found that she could turn plenty of heads and, even better, she could attract plenty of the guys she found most sexy - Black men. That had been another revelation for her.

She knew that her Master had arranged things for her. He had guided her into situations where she came up against a lot of Black men and where those men had the chance to demonstrate how hot they thought she was. It might be a ten-spot tucked into her garter or a more intimate tribute but she was confident now that plenty of men wanted her. As a little bonus the dancing turned out to be better than any gym membership for keeping you in shape!

What had surprised her most had been the money. She was political enough to follow Jewel's example in putting double into the kitty for the non-dancing staff - it certainly didn't hurt to keep them and the other dancers on side - but, even after Hoss had took his cut, she was still taking home a few hundred dollars a night minimum. Hoss had taken her to 'guest' at other clubs a couple of times and once she'd come home with a comfortable four figures. She knew that she was taking home more than any other dancer at the Mint. Hoss had explained it real simply, "You a cracka ho who don't look like a crack ho. Any brotha with a hankering for white meat gonna pay plenty to get up close and personal with that fine pink pussy of yours."

Which was all well and great but she remembered Shonna's bitching about Jewel and worried that she might be resented in the same way. It turned out not to be much of a problem. Firstly, now her dead-beat boyfriend was out of the way Shonna had suddenly found that she was much better off financially speaking, well in every way of speaking in fact. Secondly, Shonna bitched about everything and Georgia learned to be able to tell when she was really pissed off from when she was just Shonna being Shonna.

She also figured that she had profited from Jewel's absence. The girl had gone to do her two months working for Cassius. Aisha had heard that she was dancing at his clubs but she and the other wiser heads just pointed out that it might always start that way working for Cassius but it never ended there. Georgia couldn't explain it but she had always felt a sort of connection with Jewel, someone she had never met. Perhaps it was because they were the only two white girls that had been working Hoss' club since Georgia had started there. It didn't stop her getting jealous when Jewel's merits and skills were constantly praised to the skies but she felt concern for the girl. She'd heard too many stories about Cassius - too many warnings about him and the 'meat market' clubs over in H-Town.

Only after three weeks - when Aisha's contacts reported Jewel still feature dancing at Cassius' higher-end clubs - did Georgia feel she could stop worrying about the other dancer. It seemed the dire warnings might have been rather exaggerated. How unlike the dancers to over-dramatise something! Besides Jewel had to take her own decisions and make her own way in life. It wasn't as if Georgia was her mom or something...

***

At times it seemed almost surreal this shadow life that Georgia was leading. If it could even be called a shadow life. With the extra shifts that the long summer vacation allowed sometimes her dancing and other activities seemed to be her real life and the respectable school administrator role just a part she had been playing.

There were still some school duties through the Summer of course. She had attended a two-day seminar in New York on 'educational processes and social mobility in modern America.' All very worthwhile but really an opportunity for a lot of school administrators to get together and swap best practice.

The hotel had been jam-packed with attendees - some men but mostly women aged from their thirties to their sixties. It was like looking into her future at every turn! Not that they weren't generally a good bunch but their lives ran down certain rails and Georgia now knew that it didn't have to be that way for her. It might not even be her choice. It only took one parent or school board member to see her in an inappropriate role and recognise her as Mrs Johnson, the school administrator, and the brown stuff would hit the fan and no mistake. It was weird but that fear of discovery and disgrace only added to the excitement of her new life. She knew how race car drivers and mountain climbers must feel - one false move away from potential disaster. It kept the blood flowing and the senses heightened - it kept her feeling alive. It separated her and distinguished her from the hundreds of other women here with their oh-so-similar outfits and their oh-so-similar hair-styles and their oh-so-similar smiles.

On the second day, however, she had a bit of a shock. In a late addition to the program a Mr Taylor had come to give a presentation on the work he was doing in some of the less salubrious regions of the Capital. He was a dark-skinned man in his fifties in a perfectly-tailored Italian suit. From the moment he began speaking he captured the room. Call it charisma, call it performance skills, call it the power of his message. Whatever it was Taylor had them hanging on his every word.

After his presentation as they all took a break she suddenly realised that Taylor was stood next to her. An even bigger surprise came when he addressed her by name, "Well now Georgia - since you didn't respond to my letter I'm going to have to give you this in person." He flourished a gold fountain pen and then handed her his card. "I've added my private direct number. I hand-pick my staff for their talent and their skills. I also select them as able to accept and embrace my Foundation's modus operandi. In return we are very supportive of our people - materially and in terms of giving them the freedom to express themselves. I suspect our skills and needs dove-tail rather perfectly. When you are ready give me a call on that number."

Then he was gone to continue a master-class of working the room but though she watched closely Georgia didn't see him giving out any more cards.

Another Night in Another Club

Cassius watched the girl dancing up on stage. He was pleased with her - the feedback from his other venues had been positive regarding both her performance and her attitude. He'd never been in doubt that her looks would win approval. She was exceptionally pleasing on the eye. Her long blonde hair was flowing freely as she strutted across the stage showing herself to his clientele.

This was his most high-end club but they all had a similar two stage set-up. Cassius saw that the bigger crowd was watching Diamond. That made sense. Most Black men preferred to watch a Black dancer and Diamond was a mistress of working the crowd. The girl he was watching, the new white girl, wasn't doing so bad though - she had plenty of men gathered around her stage and there was plenty of green on show. The crowd watching her were following her every move with hungry attention. Long experience told Cassius that Diamond was raking in a shit-load of singles but the girl he was watching, Jewel, would be drawing tens and even a Benjamin or two.

Well, why not? She was a beautiful girl. She could be working the high-end clubs anywhere in the country if the money was her main incentive. Instead she'd come here to work for him. She was flaunting her body before his audiences in his clubs in this city. That told you a lot about Jewel and what she was looking for.

Cassius' clubs catered to a very African-American demographic, that was inevitable given their location in H-Town, but a few dancers from other races only added to the flavour. This one certainly did. Most of his girls fitted a certain template. They were nearly all Black or Hispanic and were compact powerful women with the curves that his audiences loved.

The girl he was watching was a little taller than his average dancer. She had a dancer's legs - and they looked damned good - but otherwise she lacked the muscularity of a lot of his other girls. She was relatively slim and agile and she must have had some schooling in dancing to judge by her routine. However, that wasn't the only thing she brought to the table. Considering her physique the girl was truly blessed. His experienced eye told him she was a 34E or maybe even 34EE and it was all the generous gift of Mother Nature. He had taken great pleasure in checking that out personally.

Most of his girls liked to cut to the chase. Why mess around when the men just wanted you to get naked and show off your titties and your big round butt. That's what made it rain. This one hadn't got a bad butt for a white girl but she was seriously out-gunned by the other girls at THIS club. So just standing and shaking her ass wouldn't cut it here for her and she was having to put on a bit more of a show if she was to draw the crowd's attention.

She was performing, yeah that was the word for it. It was a routine but he'd seen her dance enough to know that she was subtly adjusting her work to match the nature of her crowd and their reactions to her. Sometimes she worked the pole more - displaying surprising strength along with her athleticism. Sometimes she simply danced to the heavy thumping beat - almost taunting her viewers with her beauty and her body. Jewel was a woman who knew what she had and was real happy to flaunt it before hundreds of hungry male eyes. It all boiled down to one thing. Any man watching her knew that she would be a great fuck. That was the secret of Jewel's success as a dancer.

Cassius was happy to confirm that she was no fake. He ran the best clubs in the most wide-open city in the country - over the years he had enjoyed a LOT of dancer tail. It was part of what he did. Seducing girls into the business or luring dancers out from other clubs was all part of his skill-set. He knew his name carried a certain weight - even some of the less positive stories about him and his clubs only added a frisson of danger for some girls. Girls who desired strong powerful men like him - girls who got a thrill out of playing with fire. Girls like Jewel. Each night after she'd finished dancing he had taken her home and fucked her. He'd fucked plenty of girls who were masters of the craft - polished and professional in their skills at making a man satisfied. He'd also fucked plenty who loved to fuck but were fumbling and clumsy. Jewel was one of that much smaller number who combined the two positives. She loved giving him pleasure and she had the tools and the skills to do just that. Shit, he'd been surprised when he realised he'd been taking her home for more than three weeks.

Generally he enjoyed girls for a few nights and then moved them on. They'd dance his two high-end joints for a while and maybe become the squeeze of one of his associates. Otherwise, after a while, he'd move them on to his 'meat market' clubs or his other more 'specialist' operations. A man like Cassius couldn't afford to get too tied to any piece of pussy - no matter how fine. It surprised him that Jewel had pleased him so much. Generally he preferred African-American girls but hell no-one could say he was a prejudiced man. Premium pussy was premium pussy.

Again he surprised himself. This was the first time that he had thought of moving Jewel on - the fact that it had taken more than three weeks was damn near to being a record. In fact he could give one of his girls no greater tribute. At that moment he sensed someone behind him and momentarily tensed before he heard a well-known voice in his ear.

"This the one I been hearing about Cassius?" He felt a hand reach round and cup the bulge in the front of his pants. "Hmmnnn, yes, this must be the one. How long she been here and she still getting you like this. Seems you might be getting ready to settle down and leave us..."

He smiled and turned to meet her mocking amber eyes. It was Kali, of course, no-one but Kali ever got to play around with Cassius like that. He'd had one little club when he'd first met her. Kali's dancing was one reason his enterprise had taken off. Not just because she was an amazing dancer but because she had encouraged other good dancers to work for him. She'd been going through college while she danced and one day she'd come to him and told him she'd enlisted as an army medic. It had been a blow to him. In a business where dancers could be very short-term and expendable that was real rare. She'd just laughed at him, "You think girls won't come and dance for you..."

She'd been right of course. He'd spent years honing his skills of recruitment, persuasion and management. When he'd seen Kali next it was five years later. She'd walked into his club and demanded to see him. Even back then people didn't do that - you asked for an appointment and then Cassius decided if you were worth seeing. There had been something about her though. Guys who generally would've shown 'the crazy bitch' the door had instead come running to find him and it had only taken a glance at the monitors for him to know who it was and to go meet her.

She had changed some. There was a stern edge to her face that hadn't been there before. Her body had become harder and more athletic. The girl had most definitely become a woman and a woman to be reckoned with. She hadn't come to dance, she had come to make a business proposition. Cassius was real successful but there were markets he was not in a position to tap. Her offer was simple. If he invested in her she would set up her club and then pay him off with interest until she owned a controlling stake. Then Cassius could be a junior partner in her club and share in the profits. Cassius had agreed and expected her to take five years to pay him back. It had taken Kali 18 months.

Only later did she tell him about what had happened 'over there'. How she'd met a fellow medic and the two women had worked together as their relationship had become something different and more intense. Until the moment when her life had been changed forever. They had never found out if they'd tripped a wire or if the device had been set off by remote control. But they had gone out to help a man who was down and even as they'd arrived the world had seemed to explode. Kali had been the only survivor - the lightness of her injuries might have been called miraculous but for the fact that her planned future had been destroyed.

One second was all that it had took. As time passed Cassius had come to understand how that second had changed her. Just for example, he understood why she needed to have that controlling interest in her club. He understood how she could run that club so succesfully. She was playing a role much of the time but it was a role that she needed to play. She had to be in charge - she had to determine her own destiny.

Now it suddenly clicked in his mind what he should do with Jewel. An instant later he realised that Kali had got there way before him - wasn't that why she was here?

The girl on stage turned again to flaunt herself towards the audience opposite him and he saw the tattoo on her back. Two faces, one black and one white, united in a kiss that formed the yin-yang symbol.

"I see she's marked - and not with yours. How long have you got her for?"

"Two months."

"Oh my," those amber eyes were mocking him again. "That's not like my business partner. Two months to profit from a little gold-mine like her and you've just spent half of that time fucking her. Is she really that good? Maybe you are planning on retiring with her to a nice farm in the country." A perfect eyebrow arched in mock interrogation.

He snorted, "Hardly. But why settle for two months. I'm thinking she'll agree to join us on a longer basis."

"Oh, I see? Her master sends her over here, the novelty wears off and then what? She's WAY too good for those rat-hole clubs of yours in the 'meat market'. She'll quit or she'll burn out." Kali looked at the girl on stage and ran her tongue over her top lip. "A girl like that has a freshness and you need to profit while that freshness lasts. I know your tastes, Cassius, and I know the sort of girl that goes for you in a big way. So tell me - that one," she flicked her glance towards Jewel, "she open to instruction?"

Cassius smiled. He'd been hearing about a Vietnamese girl who was dancing out at Francisburg. He enjoyed the challenge that each potential recruitment offered and a trip out there might be just the thing. "She's not averse to it. Of course whether she'll take it from you..."

Kali chuckled, "Oh, don't worry about that. I'll teach her what she's been missing."

The two weren't just business partners they were old friends too. As their eyes met the deal was sealed. Jewel would belong to Kali, for the next month at least.

Coming Close to Home

"You've done very well. It seems you've been enjoying your new line of work, All your debt paid off in almost record time - even Jewel only took a week or two less."

"Yes master." Georgia's response came through almost gritted teeth. She'd been enjoying his approval until he just had to casually mention that Jewel had done even better. She felt a burst of jealousy for the younger woman.

She heard him chuckle through her head-phones. "Heh, heh, I prefer my girls white rather than green Georgia. Anyways you don't have to compete with her for a while - she's still over there with Cassius."

Georgia felt a flush come to her cheeks. Her Master was playing with her of course. He enjoyed seeing her try to compete with Jewel for his approval. Why wouldn't he? That wasn't the thing that was making her blush - it was the fact that she fell for it every time.

"As a reward for your good work I'm going to send you a little present."

"Thank you master."

"But of course it's not quite as simple as that."

Well, duh...

***

Georgia enjoyed dancing but she was well aware that relative scarcity had a value. It had seemed a lot of money that she had owed to her Master but once it was paid off she knew to ease off a little. She chose to dance once every couple of weeks at the Franklin Mint and once at another of the clubs she preferred. It meant she could put some preparation into her routines and that the experience of dancing wouldn't get stale for her. She knew men would turn out just to see her and she loved the fact. Hoss and the other club owner did too.

The sleazy delights of the porn store were also something to be carefully managed. Her experiences there gave her a rush of raw sexuality but they were not something you wanted to become routine.

Which left her with time on her hands. She had gone to a couple of clubs but it just hadn't done anything for her. She'd felt out of place and she'd drawn some male attention but not the sort that she wanted. White boys just didn't do it for her any more. She knew that she could do so much better.

Her Master had suggested a club that she could try out. It had been amazing - almost entirely made up of white women and dark-skinned Black men. She knew that only a few months ago she would have been shocked to know that such places existed and amazed to find herself there. Now, it was fun and she got plenty of attention but it somehow seemed too, what was the word, too vanilla. Almost like dating. The men were so eager to please and so charming. The man she had hooked up with had been a handsome man of her own age and she had thoroughly enjoyed their night together but somehow something was missing. When she'd told her Master that he had just chuckled in that way of his.

"We both know what you need. The next time you see a man you like in real life I want you to let him know you like what you see. You know what I'm saying don't you..."

Hearing his deep warm voice through her head-phones Georgia had thought about his order and had felt her mouth go a little dry. She also felt that warmth through her body that told her that what she was feeling wasn't fear but rather desire.

***

It hadn't taken long. The next afternoon at the grocery store she had seen a man of perhaps forty. He was well turned out and looked to take care of his body. As he selected some vegetables she looked him over and liked what she saw. A second later he looked up and caught her checking him out. Georgia felt a momentary impulse to drop her eyes and scurry away but that was what the old Georgia would have done. Now she met his eyes and gave him a little smile. The smile was returned and the man gave an almost imperceptible nod. Was it a greeting or a gesture of approval? She was pretty sure it was the latter but she was destined never to know for sure.

The man gave a little glance to his right and Georgia saw a woman there. She was a beautiful African-American woman of about their own age and Georgia immediately understood that she was the man's wife. The man gave her another little smile and then went to join the woman.

It had been over in about five seconds and it hadn't really amounted to much. Just a little non-verbal communication between two strangers. The message pretty clear. I like what I'm seeing and you like what you're seeing but one of us is spoken for. No harm and no foul but no dice either. All pretty inconsequential but it had a real impact on Georgia. The knowledge that he had liked what he had seen pleased her but she was almost as delighted by the evident fact that he had enjoyed being hit on by her. On the way home she giggled to herself that she had probably made his week. However, even while she was laughing to herself, she knew just how intense those few seconds had felt for her. Once home she wasted no time in running a bath and then enjoying some 'me time' thinking about the man and what might have happened if he hadn't had a wife.

***

"Stand up and show me how you look?"

The deep voice came through her head-phones and Georgia obeyed, as was only right. He wasn't called her Master for nothing.

"Hmmn, I like that robe. Just the right length. Now show me that you've followed my instructions."

Georgia held open the robe and revealed her naked body to the web-cam. She also pointed to the robe's belt which she had removed and placed on her sofa.

"Yeah, that's what I like. Now you understand what's happening here?"

She understood. He had ordered a delivery for her and it was due to arrive between 7 PM and 9 PM that evening. It was coming via a nationwide delivery firm and she had received a text notification to confirm the fact. When the driver arrived she was to check him out through the peep-hole in the door. If he was white then she was to open the door on the chain and sign for it. If the delivery driver was Black then she was to open the door fully and sign for the delivery.

It didn't take a genius to work out that opening the door, collecting the parcel and signing for it all while holding her robe shut with one hand might not go entirely smoothly. There was every chance that she might slip and give a stranger a free show. Not exactly the first time, of course, but somehow doing it in her own home felt very different to doing it at the Franklin Mint. It was quite literally bringing all that she had been doing very close to home.

The webcam, of course, was set up so that it could see the front door and record all that happened. She knew that her Master would be checking to see that she followed his instructions.

The door-bell rang at 7.32 PM. Not too bad. Georgia flicked the curtain and saw the van parked outside on the street. She went to the door and looked through the peep-hole. It was the delivery driver alright. He was in his uniform and holding a package as well as his electronic device for taking signatures. He was a small man and looked to be about 60 with a bald head, a fringe of grey hair and a tired expression. It seemed that he was nearing the end of a long day of hard work. Georgia took all of that in only moments after she registered the fact that he was most definitely an African-American. She looked back to the camera and gave a nervous look just as the door-bell sounded again.

"I'm sorry - I'm right here. Just one moment." Now Georgia was hurrying to open the door, a little flustered by keeping him waiting while concentrating on hanging onto her robe. Finally she got the door open and faced him.

There was a moment's hesitation as he saw her in her robe, but only a moment's. This man had been working his job for years and it wasn't the first time he'd had someone come to the door outside normal daytime attire, "Have a parcel here for you ma'am - need a signature if you could give me one."

He had proffered her the package and Georgia had taken it but now he was also holding out his device asking for her signature. She clutched the parcel to her and then took the device. Leaning forward and concentrating she just about managed to scrawl a signature and then handed the device back to he man. He took it with a smile and a glint in his eye.

She suddenly remembered her Master's final instruction "One moment." She moved to her hall table and put the parcel down. Then she bent down to retrieve a five-dollar note from her purse.

"Thank you kindly ma'am," the driver said, his eyes crinkling with appreciation, and then he was gone. Georgia closed the door and leaned against it a little. Again it seemed crazy that, after the last few weeks, she could be so excited by such a relatively innocent incident. However, she knew why that was. It was happening in her space - in her home. Again the two sides of her life were being brought together. It was intoxicating but it was also dangerous. Perhaps she found it so intoxicating because it was so dangerous.

She quickly moved her webcam back into her little study and then put on her head-phones to talk to her Master.

"Very good Georgia - would you like to see what happened from my point of view?"

She saw that a video file had arrived on her computer. She opened it. Her webcam wasn't top-of-the-range so the picture wasn't crystal-clear but you got a very good idea of what was going on. She watched the driver. As she saw herself struggling to make the signature she suddenly realised quite how far her robe had bowed out. Then when she leaned forward it must have seemed an open invitation to him to check out her goods. He didn't show much reluctance in the matter and his eyes were laser-focused down into her soft white cleavage. Then when she had gone to get his tip and her back was turned he had actually leaned forward to appreciate the sight of her back-side stretching out her robe. He certainly seemed to have enjoyed the show.

"That firm's drivers are on tight schedules and their movements are logged from base. It's a real rat-race for them so the brotha deserved a little treat. Now you'd best see what he brought you."

Georgia undid the parcel and just looked at the contents. Now she had an idea what he had in mind.

"Put that on charge girl and be here the same time tomorrow night. We gonna have some fun."

Door to Door

The long black limousine eased to a stop. The driver's door opened and the big vehicle's springs eased almost imperceptibly as the driver stepped out. She was a beautiful woman with the high cheek-bones, piercing blue eyes, blonde hair and seemingly translucent skin tones of an Eastern European. She had the height and the figure of a runway model - an impression only increased by her immaculately tailored chauffeur's outfit.

She glanced up at the house - only momentarily glancing at the sign posted up on its wall. That was there to disillusion unwelcome visitors. She was here by arrangement to make a collection. It wasn't her first time and as usual she found that her arrival had been watched for. The front door opened and two women stepped out. They were both young and blonde - both wearing the usual casual student outfits. They gave each other a hug and then the one with the suitcase stepped forward. The driver moved round to the rear of the vehicle and opened the trunk to take the case before she opened a rear door. The girl gave a last glance and a little wave up to her friend still waiting at the door and then stepped inside.

***

Even as she stepped into the rear of the limousine the girl realised that she was not alone there. Already seated inside was an African-American woman in her late thirties. She had a slightly angular face but her features were striking, proud and powerful. She wore fairly standard business attire. What struck the girl most though were the woman's eyes. They were a beautiful brown, almost amber, and they seemed full of confidence and mischief. The woman gave a little smile as she recognised the girl's nervousness.

"First things first - would you like to go by Jewel or by your real name with us?"

"Errr, Jewel I think."

"Hmmmnn, that's really your performer's name. We like to think that with us you will be able to display your true feelings and your true self. So I think we'll be calling you Charli so that you understand that it's not a performance with us. You understand, Charli?"

The girl looked like she was going to protest but didn't. Instead she just nodded.

"Nodding doesn't cut it around here. Did your Master really let you get away with such behaviour?"

"Er, no, ummn, I mean..."

"If I know him I am quite sure that he didn't. You seem a little flustered Charli, a little out of your depth perhaps..."

The girl's eyes flashed and her chin rose a little. "No, I'm ready to do this, err, Mistress."

"I am not your mistress. You will address me as Goddess until I give you permission to use my name. That is understood?"

"Yes Goddess."

The Black woman's features had momentarily stiffened but now they relaxed back into that little smile. The white girl was showing some promise. Cassius had suggested that she was a natural submissive but with that spirit running through her that made her 'training' such an attractive prospect.

"I am Kali," the Black woman's smile widened a little, "do you know who I am named after?"

Of course she did. This was an intelligent and educated young white woman. Along with her looks that was what gave her such potential value. Dumb sluts were ten-a-penny but girls like Charli, once properly trained, could bring satisfaction or profit of another level.

"You know why you are here?"

"To learn, Goddess."

"Very good, Charli. Just as you went to your Master to learn and to have new experiences. So you have come to Cassius and now to me." Kali reached out a brown arm and gently brushed Charli's cheek with her long fingers. Then, as quick as thought, she brought her fingers tips down onto the girl's cheek with a slight but audible slap.

Charli felt the sting on her face but didn't flinch. She knew she was being tested. She just kept looking into Kali's beautiful, almost feline, amber eyes. She saw them sparkle as the older woman smiled her satisfaction. "You see, you are already learning. Gentleness and firmness. Pleasure and pain. Love and hate. Creation and destruction. Sides of the same coin. You have been looking for someone who can take you to another level, perhaps even to your limits. Someone who will let you express your whole self sexually and to the maximum. Well you have met her. But remember - creation and destruction are two sides of one coin. Not everyone can undergo the tempering process. Not everyone can live with who they really are. That takes a special kind of woman. You can leave now or you can come with us."

She raised a hand as Charli tried to speak. "Understand, if you come with us then you are mine for the next three weeks. Then we will see whether you want to return here or not." She pressed an intercom button and spoke to her driver. "Darya - how long did you come to us for?"

The answer came back in accented English, "Two weeks, Goddess."

"And how long ago was that..."

"Five years, Goddess."

Kali released the intercom and ended the connection. She looked at Charli and arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps you will do the honours..."

The white girl leaned forward and pressed the intercom button just as she had seen Kali do. "Please can we leave now Darya."

There was no answer but the limousine engine started and the vehicle pulled out into the road as they began their journey from suburbia into the dangerous heart of H-town.

Hands-Free

Georgia was ready and waiting for her Master as arranged the previous day. She had his gifts. When the connection was made she saw the familiar sight of her Master's hand. His fingers tapped a phone.

"I thought that it was time for you to put on a little show - add a new string to your bow so to speak."

For once she was not impressed. The technology was a new wrinkle but she'd performed for him on cam plenty of times. It wasn't a challenge it was just fun.

The deep dark voice cut through her thoughts again. "I want you to go get your domino mask."

Now she felt the quiver of anticipation. Why would he want her to wear her mask unless he had something planned. Immediately she mentally kicked herself for her own stupidity. Of course he had something planned. He was her Master and he ALWAYS had something planned.

"I'm not used to waiting..."

There hadn't been any edge to his voice - more amusement at seeing her trying to figure out what he was up to. However, the result was the same. Georgia rushed to find her domino and to put it on. Soon it was in place and she was back seated in front of her monitor.

"Georgia, you know that your pictures have excited a lot of attention on a certain site. So I have arranged a cross-over with another site you might not know. I've got an alert all ready to post to the verified members over there. Let them know there's a show they are NOT going to want to miss. Should I post it?"

Georgia's mind went into a whirl. "When are we talking about ... tomorrow?"

"Oh no, I want to do this now. So you ready?"

"I have to be careful..."

"That's why I told you to get your mask. No different really to all those sexy pics you been posting. Besides the only people seeing this one will be verified Black male site members. Gonna be just like all those shows you been giving me - just for a bigger audience."

He was appealing to that exhibitionist streak in her again. She wasn't foolish. She knew what he was doing. Each time he wanted something he took her further along a road. From the first time she had danced at the Franklin Mint how could she logically refuse a show like this. Even worse, or even better, she knew how thrilling she could find displaying herself to these men. Once you'd done something once it was so much easier to do it again and once you knew how hot it was it could soon become addictive.

She nodded and saw his hand click a mouse. "Show starts in one hour. Go get yourself ready, dress up real smart like a nice respectable white lady and ... oh yes ... don't forget to have your toys close to hand."

***

Two hours later Georgia was enjoying herself. She had teased them, stripped for them, used her little pink vibe and then brought out the 'dark destroyer'. All the time she was performing she was watching the counter on her screen. There had been about twenty waiting for her show to start but now there were pushing on towards 300. She knew the word was getting round and the fact excited her. Her Master had told her how to get a comments window on her screen but it had quickly begin moving too fast for her to really pay attention. Just occasionally her Master would pass on a request or a comment. The big black dildo had proved very popular but Georgia knew that it was not the finale which her Master had planned for her.

Finally, he told her to get his new present for her. She showed the box to the camera.

"You charged it up like the instructions said?"

Georgia knew that their conversation was being patched through to the webcam audience. She knew her role and besides it was one she found ever more natural and alluring. "Yes Master, just as you ordered."

"You used one of these before?"

"No I haven't Master."

She was holding up the strange-shaped plastic object to the camera. It was pink and about seven inches long but curved. At the thinner end was a switch while at the other there was a bulb of about three inches by one and a half.

"What you think about that?"

She smirked a little. "It's weird looking but its not too big. Everyone here knows I've handled a lot bigger."

Her Master gave his pleased chuckle. "And we ain't just talking toys there are we? For a smart white woman you can be a really naughty slut can't you?"

"Yes Master - but only for real men."

"Real men?"

"Yes Master - Black men. I've been Black-only for a while now."

There was that delighted bass rumble of a chuckle in her head-phones again. He liked that and it seemed he wasn't the only one. Her comments screen had almost gone in over-drive with the screen spooling down almost too quickly to read even if she had been able to give it her full attention. Her Master had said she could read them at leisure after the show but she figured she already had the general idea. There were hundreds of Black men out there who were enjoying her show, who were excited by her and who wanted to fuck her. Just knowing that fact had her hot and ready to please them.

"Use some of that lube and then follow those instructions..."

She didn't really think she'd be needing any lube but she applied some just in case. Then she eased the device into position. After the 'dark destroyer' it wasn't too formidable but she knew that this particular device had a trick up its sleeve.

"Hold that box up to the camera again girl and read out what it says on the side there."

Georgia swallowed, her throat a little dry with anticipation. "It says, 'Let him control you ... from ANYWHERE!'"

The throaty chuckle filled her ears again. "That sound good to you?"

"Yes please Master."

"Yeah, I reckon we are all gonna enjoy this. Turn on the switch."

Georgia reached down to where the end of the device and its button was protruding and turned it on. She then watched on her screen as she saw her Master hold his phone up to his camera. On it was the logo of the device and a sliding scale from 0 to 10. He flicked the slide across to one.

"Ooohhhh." Georgia gave an involuntary gasp of surprise as the device kicked into action. Its vibration was subtle but it was in exactly the right spot.

"That feel good?"

"Feels strange but, yes, it feels really good!"

"You've seen the scale goes from one up to ten. Let's see how this goes." She watched his finger swipe the scale up to four.

"Oh, oh, ohhh," the little vibrating motor kicked up in speed and intensity and caused Georgia to giggle and gasp. She put a hand down to herself only to find that the pressure of her hand seemed to intensify the feeling even more. She opened her mouth as she stared into the camera with her eyes sparkling.

"Not even half way up the scale. How far do you think you can take? I think I'll let the viewers decide whether to keep going up in power. Meanwhile I think you need to put your hands up on the arm-rests. If you want to stop then clap your hands. But I want to see how much my slut can take. Understand?"

"Yes Master. Ooohhh."

She'd seen his finger move the scale to five moments before the vibration had kicked in. It was an extraordinary feeling. She glanced down and saw her little QOS charm jiggling as the vibration hit her clit from below. It took real will-power to keep her hands off her body. Her clitoris was being stimulated wonderfully, amazingly, but she knew that just a little direction with her hand could get her just exactly where she needed to be.

She saw his finger move the scale on through six to seven. Now she seemed able to hear the little motor working or was that just the motion transmitting itself through her. She finally couldn't resist it and started to move her hand down only to have her Master immediately swipe his finger across his phone and turn the vibrator down.

"No," she let out a little frustrated gasp.

"You don't want me to turn it back up."

She glanced at the screen and then shook her head. "No, I mean yes, I mean...Turn it back up, please..."

"On two conditions. First, you put that hand back on the arm-rest." He watched as she complied. "Next, you agree to do one of these little shows every week from now on. The men watching are telling me they want to see more of you, a LOT more of you. Understood?"

"Yes Mas...ohhhhh." Even as she had answered his finger had swept back up to eight and the intensity of the little motor's vibration left her gasping and almost unable to breathe. The feeling grew inside her until she knew she was about to come but at that very moment he began to play with her. He would make the machine's action intensify or moderate according to her state of arousal. He seemed able to read her mind, or at least her body's signals, because he would take her to the brink again and again only to ease off for a moment before starting to build the pressure again.

Finally her Master took her back up to eight and maintained a steady pressure there. Georgia could only stare into the camera with her eyes wide and her mouth open. her hands rose off the arm-rest but neither reached for her body nor clapped her surrender. Instead she just held them in front of herself helplessly grasping and ungrasping her fists. Her whole body and consciousness seemed in neutral - every part of her focused on the feelings of pleasure coming from that wicked little machine.

She finally heard his calm voice as it cut through her confusion. "Now you can touch yourself baby - show us how you're feelin'."

Shed move a hand down to her wet pussy and began to masturbate. Just as she started he turned the machine to nine and her world seemed to explode. All that teasing and edging had been building a climax like she had never known. Everything seemed to slow to a halt though she knew that she was still wanking herself and the machine was still working and there was liquid running down her legs and spraying out onto the carpet. "OHHH MMYYYY GOODDDDDDDD," she howled.

Then the machine was slowly eased down and then off. She slumped into her chair and just looked bleary-eyed into the camera. She knew that she was a total mess. She felt like she'd just run a marathon - exhausted, hot, sweaty and ... sated. After a minute of deep breaths she gave a little smile to the camera.

"Sounded like a deeply religious experience," wryly commented her Master. "Some of the men are asking if that's the first time you've squirted."

Georgia felt her cheeks glowing as she looked down at herself. Had she 'squirted' or had she got way too excited and pee-d herself. Was there even any difference between the two? She didn't know but she was mighty relieved her Master had told her to drink a couple of glasses of water before the show.

There was that deep rumbling chuckle in her head-phones again. She knew how much he had enjoyed breaking her inhibitions down like that and exposing her sexuality to the audience in its rawest form. She knew what to say in response.

"Thank you Master."

"My pleasure Georgia - I'm very pleased with you this evening. I think we can move your training along a little faster now. Make sure to read the messages - I think you'll enjoy them. I'll just read this one out that was sent to me. It says 'Where do you find all these fly white sluts? I thought that little ho Jewel was bangin but this one is off the hook. Best yet by far. Get the bitch back soon and lets see lots more of her.'"

Georgia felt satisfaction surge through her. She'd heard a lot over the weeks about how great Jewel was - well maybe soon the younger white slut would be hearing about her! Then she glanced down at her room and was shocked at the state it was in.

Her Master chuckled again. "Yeah and we didn't even get to the tenth setting tonight. Next week at the same time we'll make sure to get there..." His finger moved and the connection was cut.

Georgia again looked at the state of her room. It was going to take some work to get it ship-shape again. It was going to have to wait a while though, she didn't want to wait before reading these messages from her audience. As she read she sometimes gasped or giggled a little. The viewers were not shy or discreet about saying just what they thought of her and just what they wanted to do to her. She knew most women would have been disgusted - maybe she herself would have been only a few months ago. Now she knew that this was simply their tribute to her, as her Master's hottest white slut. She loved it and she couldn't wait for next week's show.

Riding to H-Town

Kali smiled across at the younger white woman seated in the rear of the limousine with her. She was very pleased with her so far. The name issue was always very telling. She always liked her 'trainees' to use their real names. 'Jewel' was all very good for dancing in front of a bunch of drunken men but when Kali ordered Charli to perform then the girl would have no insulation or persona to hide behind. She would be revealing her real self and, what was most important, she would not be able to hide that fact from anyone, especially herself.

Kali thought back to the other blond girl they had seen when they had picked up Charli. She was apparently Charli's housemate but Kali wondered just how close the two young white girls were. They had potential. She'd find out more from Charli in time and, perhaps, the second girl could also come to Kali's club in time.

For the moment though there was Charli to work with. The art of training a girl like her was to take them to the limit that they could abide while still allowing them to retain their spirit. That meant that the girl next to her would have to learn to obey and to trust Kali as a matter of course. There was a mistake that too many in Kali's happy position made. They took a natural submissive like Charli and tried to break her down to the ground before rebuilding her. How foolish. Who wanted a broken toy - no matter how attractive she might be. No, the art was to take girls like Charli just far enough that she would understand where her true place in life was. To take her just so far that she understood that she did not serve her superiors by her own decision but rather because it was really the natural, indeed the only, way that things could possibly be. The 'race' thing didn't bother Kali much. She had trained women from many ethnic backgrounds. However, her club's patrons always enjoyed seeing a white girl put in her place and Kali had no hesitation in obliging them. The customers, after all, were always right.

The girl had initially been watching Kali cautiously but when the Black woman didn't speak she had been looking out of the limousine's tinted windows. She had noticed that she had been unable to see through them into the vehicle when outside. Now she could just about see the buildings flash past as they were driven through the sprawl of suburbia that separated the Capital from H-Town. She knew that was where they were going and despite its terrible reputation she was not afraid. She had danced there for Cassius and, if anything, the two clubs she had seen had been the higher-end of those she had performed at in her short career. She had been told enough to know that Kali's club was different in more than one way but she knew that she could handle it and she wanted to experience it, at least once.

The limousine flashed through an over-pass and Charli suddenly heard Kali speak, as if to a pre-arranged signal. It should not have surprised her - Kali was a mistress of her craft and her skills had been honed by taking this journey many, many, times before.

"So you understand what we are doing here? You have an idea of the nature of my club? How do you feel about it?"

"I'm a bit nervous," admitted Charli, "I've not done much like this. I mean the girls said some things..."

"Let's make this clear. I am going to be there throughout your training - I will be dominating you but also making sure that everything goes in an appropriate manner. You WILL be tied up, you WILL be dominated, some of my girls and also some club members WILL be given the opportunity to play with you, sexually I mean. That is understood and acceptable?"

"Um, yes."

There was silence and Charli almost wilted under the steady gaze of Kali's amber eyes before she suddenly remembered her place.

"Yes goddess, I understand."

The African-American woman smiled. "All of this will occur before a live audience and will also be on camera for streaming, live and otherwise. You understand?"

"Yes goddess."

Kali smiled again. That was sometimes a temporary sticking point for some of the girls. How ridiculous! Their product was sufficiently niche that no-one could expose a performer without also exposing themselves. Anyone trying that in this State would be making themselves some very bad and very powerful enemies. Nevertheless it was always a good sign when the 'trainee' was already willing to potentially sacrifice her anonymity in the service of her goddess. This one's hesitation had been noticeable but only momentary. That was most satisfactory.

"So let's be quite clear that you understand your role in this and that you are OK with all that I have mentioned."

The blond girl gave a nervous smile. "Yes goddess."

Kali's amber eyes twinkled. "Don't worry, we won't be doing anything sexual that is i*****l or anything that will permanently mark you. Also if you wish to end the session or to move on from a particular activity then you have your safe-word don't you?"

"Vanilla, goddess."

"Very good. Of course my best trainees never use their safe-word. They understand that I am paying careful attention to their reactions and stamina. I will move the program forward if and when I feel it is necessary. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. However, if our kink is not for you then it is best you use your word and let me know. I don't have any use for weaklings, cry-babies and failures. But I'm sure you won't fall into any of those categories will you my dear?"

Charli again found herself looking into the playfully reassuring smile of Kali. Again she understood that Kali had gone through this ritual many times before. She nodded before clearing her throat, "I will do my best, goddess."

"Then let's get started. Take off your clothes."

Kali watched and was pleased to see that Charli obeyed without a moment's hesitation. First her sneakers, then her jacket and trousers and pretty soon her outer clothing was in a neat pile in front of her. As the limousine drove on Charli, thankful for the vehicle's smooth ride, was left in only her bra and panties. She gave one glance to Kali but her instructor remained unmoving. Charli knew what was expected of her and quickly pulled off her panties before reaching behind herself to undo her bra and then place it on top of her other clothing.

Now she was naked sitting in the back of a limousine driving to an unknown destination in H-Town. She had never felt more naked and vulnerable. As they passed other vehicles or stopped in traffic she knew only the tinted windows were preventing her being totally exposed to the strangers outside. From inside she could now see the signs of urban deprivation, the safe suburbs were far behind them. She gave a nervous little glance towards Kali.

"Very good. From now on you will be referred to only as Charli or Number 257. From now on you will speak only when asked a question or specifically ordered to do so. Give me your right arm Number 257." Charli noticed that this time she wasn't expected to agree to her orders. She was simply meant to follow them. She also saw the leather cuffs that Kali produced. Each had a heavy metal ring attached and a secure fastening.

She held out her arm and Kali skilfully applied the cuff to her wrist. Tight enough that it could not slip but not so tight that it would cut off the circulation. The woman then applied an identical cuff to Charli's other wrist and another to each of her ankles. As she did so she spoke in a very matter-of-fact way. "You are now my property to be used for my own entertainment and those of my guests. You will, of course, obey every instruction without any argument or even hesitation. Failure to obey the rules will result in punishment within the terms of our agreement. Now turn on the seat and put both hands behind your back."

Charli did so and then felt her hands pulled together and the click of a padlock. At a gesture from Kali she pulled her feet together and soon heard the click of a second padlock fastening the two cuffs on her ankles together. Now her hands were fastened behind her back and her legs were hobbled. The die had been cast. She would be going on the journey that Kali had planned for her.

"Open your mouth."

Charli obeyed and her new owner pushed a ball-like object into her mouth and then fastened a strap to keep it in place.

"Remind me what that safe-word was again?"

"Huhhhrrnlla." With the gag in her mouth she couldn't form the word.

"And that, my dear Charli, is why it's so important that you came to me for your education. That such an intelligent young woman would fall for such a simple little trick. I know men who would use it to flog all the skin off that pretty little white butt of yours."

The girl's blue eyes widened in alarm.

Kali was still smiling. "So WE have non-verbal safe-words." She swiftly showed the girl a code of blinking her eyes or using her fingers to signify her need to stop. Once Charli had shown that she could replicate the signals Kali continued her education. "I have never understood the desire to operate as a dominant without consent. For me, for all true masters and mistresses, the real attraction lies precisely in the willingness of the submissive to grant that consent. To take such power is cheap - to be granted it is priceless." The little creed had been delivered quickly and almost breathlessly but suddenly Kali was back to pure business.

"Are the bonds painful?" The girl shook her head. "Then sit back in the chair for me." The Black woman produced a padded black leather blindfold and tied it over Charli's eyes cutting out the light and her vision.

Charli sat back in her seat. There was very little else that she could do. After a few moments she felt a hand on her right breast. It expertly fondled her and then fingers teased her nipple erect. Charli found that her lack of vision heightened her anticipation and the sensation of the skilled hands on her body. She didn't know where she would feel them next though she might have guessed. Her other breast received the same gentle treatment accompanied by a hum of appreciation from Kali. "These are real nice - they are going to make you very popular with my clients and friends."

Moments later the practised fingers found Charli's pussy. The girl gave a little gasp as a palm applied gentle pressure to the top of her sex. Then fingers teased Charli's lips before moving away to stroke the exposed skin of her upper thighs and lower belly. Charli gave a slight moan as Kali moved her attention back to the exposed pink pussy. Kali raised the tips of her fingers to her lips and then moved them to tease the younger woman's clit. Another little moan through the ball-gag brought a small satisfied smile to the Black woman's face. There was certainly real potential with this one.

Special Delivery

Once again Georgia found herself waiting for her door-bell to sound. She had expected her Master to instruct her to answer the door half-naked again but he had simply told her to dress as she had for her two webcam shows. That essentially meant dressing like a professional woman. Georgia wasn't stupid and she understood what that was all about. Everyone in her audience would have come up against a white woman as their boss or as a government official, teacher or lawyer. No doubt some would have faced white female detectives, judges and/or parole officers. The attraction of seeing a woman like her perform for them was fairly obvious.

The attraction for her was no more mysterious. There had been almost three hundred watching her that first night and almost five hundred on the second one. She wasn't naive. She knew how most, if not all, of those men would have been 'enjoying' her show. They wanted to see her body, they wanted to watch her sexual performance, perhaps most of all they wanted to see a professional white woman turned into a sexual object for their entertainment and pleasure.

All pretty exploitative - or so she would have thought until not long ago. Now she realised what she could get from the deal. The satisfaction of knowing how much they wanted her - the knowledge that it was desire for her that kept them coming back to watch. That meant far more to her than the contributions to her 'tips jar'. She felt that sexual power that had been missing from her life for so many years until she had chosen to play 'the game'.

The sound of her door-bell interrupted her thoughts. When she looked through the spy-hole she saw the driver. It wasn't the small aging figure of a couple of weeks before. Instead he was tall, powerfully-built and in perhaps his mid-thirties. The man must have realised he was being observed because he gave a wink to the door and then held up a piece of paper. Georgia immediately realised the significance of the design on the paper being shown to her. Those two faces, one black and white, their kiss uniting them in the yin and yang symbol. The symbol she had seen tattooed into the skin of the Girl in the Hood. It meant that this was the man sent by her Master and she opened the door to him.

"Evenin' Georgia - you're a real welcome sight at the end of a hard day." The man stepped confidently into the room. "Your Master asked me to set up your new system for you." He reached down and began undoing the two packages that he had brought with him. "Thirsty work this," he hinted.

Georgia checked his preferred beverage and then went into her kitchen to fix it for him. When she re-emerged with two steaming mugs on a tray she found her little study empty. However, by the time she had set the tray down he emerged from her bedroom.

"Real easy job these days," smiled the driver. "Set you up two cameras in there and I'll put another three in here. Then I'll put the software on your system so you or your Master can control the camera choice wirelessly. That'll have you all set for HD broadcast.

He smiled as he noticed her moment of hesitation. He'd seen it before. A woman who was concerned that HD would show her perceived flaws and imperfections. He knew this one didn't need to worry about that. "Don't sweat it baby - from what I've seen you are wasted on anything less."

He relished the little tinge of pink that came to her cheeks. "You've, um, seen my show?"

"Seen both of them. Your Master told me you was not to be missed and I'm in agreement with him on that."

Now Georgia was smiling too. A little compliment never went amiss but she was even more pleased to hear that her Master had been praising her. They chatted as the man completed setting up the new system and testing that all was in working order.

Finally he straightened up and expressed his satisfaction that all was as it should be. "All ready for your show tonight."

She suddenly realised that she had almost forgotten her scheduled show and she automatically looked to the clock and saw that she was due to perform in thirty minutes time. "I've got to finish getting ready..."

"Go right ahead," he said, "I'll double-check the system and then I'll show you how to operate the cameras unless you'd like me to stay and look after that this time."

She understood what he was saying. He could be here when she was doing her show. That would be another stage in bringing her new sexual self into her home. She glanced up into his eyes and saw him raise his eyebrow questioningly. "Yes," she said suddenly convinced, "yes, I'd like you to do that very much." She was rewarded with a brilliant smile from his dark-complexioned face.

***

She was ready with a comfortable five minutes to spare. She returned to her study to find the Driver looking at the photograph on the back wall of the study with a thoughtful expression. He noticed her and gestured to the image. "The new cameras will pick this up real clear so you might want to move her out of range before we connect."

"Oh," she was startled by the implication and gave a nervous little laugh, "my daughter wouldn't appreciate being on camera like that."

Now it was the man's turn to be slightly flustered. "That's for real - she's your daughter!"

Georgia looked at him in a half-exasperated way. "You're not going to tell me we look more like sisters are you?"

He relaxed and chuckled. "Well even when it's true I wouldn't say it - I hope I got some better lines than that! Nah, it's just that she really reminds me of someone. Funny how you can get that sometimes. I'll get it down for you." He took the photograph off the wall and moved it into the main room.

The Driver took a seat in the deep armchair that they had moved into a corner of the study outside of the cameras' field of vision.

Georgia took her own seat in front of her monitor. She was very strongly aware of him seated only a few feet away from her. It was so much more visceral to have him there than it was to have hundreds watching remotely. It was like comparing a lap dance to a feature dancing gig.

"Ready for the show?"

She nodded and he made the connection.

***

The key moment came about thirty minutes into the show. She had glanced across at him a couple of times only to see him watching the monitor and adjusting his camera and sound levels. This third time she saw his attention was purely on her. She smiled as she took note of him drinking in every inch of her naked body.

At this point she had planned to play with her remote-controlled vibe but her eye suddenly caught one of the comments spooling rapidly up the side of her screen.

'Slut needs a Big Black Cock in her right now.'

Georgia realised immediately that she couldn't agree more. She looked back at the Driver and mouthed, 'Enjoying the show.'

He smiled and slowly nodded.

She made a point of looking down at his pants and then mouthed, 'Show me.'

He continued smiling and then raised his eyebrows.

She very carefully had her lips frame a single word. 'Now.'

The Driver knew when to stop playing hard-to-get. He set his smart-phone aside and began to unbuckle his belt as Georgia watched. He unfastened his pants and then eased his body off the chair to pull out his cock. It was no monster but it was just the way she liked them. Seven inches or so of beautiful Black cock. From the moment she saw it she knew that she wouldn't be needing the vibe tonight.

"Good news guys," she said into her mic, "I've got a special guest to help me out tonight." She gave him a cheeky smile and beckoned to him. His eyes sparkled and a smile spread across his regular handsome features. She turned her attention back to her screen. "So should I play with this tonight," she held up the Dark Destroyer dildo, "or should I try this one for size?"

He had moved up next to her and now he moved close enough for her face to be framed on her audience's screen by the plastic penis on one side and his own flesh-and-blood cock on the other. She took a gentle hold of his cock as they watched the responses spooling up the screen.

After about a minute she looked up from her chair into his face. "Seems like you are hired," she said.

"You going to keep teasin' or are you going to get to pleasin'," he said it sternly but she saw the twinkle in his dark eyes. They both knew what the audience wanted to see.

She gave him a couple of little strokes with her hand and gloried in the contrast of their skin tones. She didn't need to bring him to hardness - he was already there in anticipation of what was to follow. That pleased her. They might be putting on a little performance for the cameras but his desire for her was real enough.

She leaned forward and took the end of his big cock into her mouth. She moved down onto his shaft a couple of times and then ran her tongue up and down his length. Soon the dark skin was glistening with her saliva and then she pushed her head down onto him as far as she could go. As she did so she felt his fingers in her flame-red hair. He wasn't exerting any pressure but she knew how good it would look to their audience.

She pulled back and looked up at him. He gave a little twitch of his head and she seemed to know what he wanted almost by telepathy. She got out of her chair and he took her place. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and then resumed sucking his cock.

It was only after several minutes that she realised that the camera would only be showing the back of her head. She paused to check. The feed had switched to one of the other two cameras so that her blow-job was being shown in all its HD glory without any danger of obstruction. She remembered the Driver had left his smart-phone across the room and she realised that her Master must have taken control. Then she corrected herself. Her Master had always been in control since the first moment that she had contacted him. Now, she knew, her Master wanted to see her give this Black stranger the best blow-job she could and she returned to doing just that.

She concentrated on varying the sensations that her mouth and tongue were giving him and he was certainly appreciating it to judge by the grin on his face. Finally she wondered whether he wanted her to get him off but almost at that moment she felt his body move forward as he raised himself from the seat.

She watched him as he stood and then tapped the seat with his hand. She wasn't quite sure what he wanted but she sat down. He shook his head and used his finger to make a rotating motion. Now she understood and she got up so that she could take up a position kneeling on the chair with her hands holding the back-rest.

Throughout it all he had been silent but now he spoke. "Stick that butt out girl."

She obliged by arching her back a little so that her bottom was pushed out towards him. Next she felt his hands on the outside of her upper thighs and then the whisper of his breath on her pussy. "Yeah that's what I'm talking about."

Then his mouth was on her and his tongue was exploring her. She relaxed and let the sensations flow through her. This man knew what he was doing - it was most definitely not his first rodeo. He teased her and pleased her and only when she was already feeling very good indeed did he really start to lavish attention on her clit and its piercing. Soon she felt herself shivering a little. Her body was responding to him.

At that moment he eased back and she tried to push her pussy back onto him. Instead she felt a gentle slap on her buttock. She looked round at him and one glance let her know just what he had planned.

"You wanna play some more or you ready to get fucked."

She nodded.

"You on the pill."

She shook her head.

"I don't pull out and I don't wear rubbers - you still ready to fuck?"

It happened as she had come to expect it by now when one of her Black lovers even skirted the possibility of pregnancy. She felt the warmth in her body - the rush of that most basic primitive desire.

"Heard you telling everyone you was Black-only. That right?"

"Yes"

"How many k**s you got?"

"One."

"Well since you're Black-only and you ain't on the pill it seems you soon going to be having another doesn't it."

Shit - that did it! Just as the rush came she felt his fingers teasing the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me," she growled at him.

Almost as she said it she felt his hard cock start to move into her. She was wet and ready and he moved smoothly forward into her like a hand filling a glove. It felt perfect - it felt RIGHT.

His hands moved up to grip her shoulders, holding her in place. Now she couldn't slip and she couldn't escape. Now she was his. He gave a couple of explorative strokes and then he began fucking her hard. They both knew what the watching audience wanted to see. They wanted to see the classy White bitch fucked hard by a big Black cock. They also both knew how the audience would want it to end.

The Driver was no gym-rat but he worked hard. He had muscle and he had stamina. He fucked her hard and he fucked her fast and he kept doing it through her first orgasm and on towards a second. There was no witty repartee or dirty talk - just the steady breathing of the man and the occasional groan and gasp of the woman. They were both solely concentrated on what they were doing - on bringing each other to mutual sexual climax.

Her body knew what it wanted from him and in the end her body made sure that it got it. It had been no concious decision to use her pussy to stimulate his cock each time it was at its deepest in her - it had just been the purest natural instinct. It finally won its reward. He groaned behind her and gave a last hard thrust before dropping down onto her back. The arms that had gripped her now embraced her. She felt his lips on her ear and the gentle suction of a kiss. "You the fuckin' bomb baby," was all he said.

Then he eased himself off her and slowly spun her to point her pussy at the camera. His fingers teased her lips apart and she knew what he was doing. He was exhibiting his conquest of her, showing the audience his potent Black seed planted deep in her unprotected White pussy.

"See that - that is one phat pussy. Here to school you all - get yourself a woman like this, one that knows how to fuck. That's the end of the show but me I'm planning on getting me some more of this..." With that he brought his hand down on her butt with a firm smack. He let the camera focus for a second or two on the pink hand-print on her pale skin and then ended the connection.

She knew why he had smacked her. Her audience would have enjoyed seeing it - but that wasn't the real reason. She knew he had wanted to mark her - to claim her as his own - even if only for a short while. She also knew that it was the real reason for his care in capturing that image of her pussy full of his seed, his baby-making seed. She thought of her cousin, Jessica, and how she had last seen her. The baby-bump just showing, the c***d of a Black man growing in her womb. It was a powerful symbol. That potent seed could make life and also destroy lives. If this man's seed performed its natural role then it would probably destroy her life as she currently lived it. She would have to rebuild herself, make a new life, a new her.

"What you thinking about baby?" He was looking at her with a contented smile on his broad face. "You look miles away."

"I was thinking about pregnancy," she admitted with a rueful smile.

"Serious business," he said, "not to be taken lightly. I got two k**s with my ex-wife but I still know no man will ever realise that like a woman who has gone through it."

"I had my daughter when I was young, too young..."

"You ain't too young no more. Now you got experience. Means next time you'll be much more ready."

"Next time..." she felt and heard the quaver in her voice.

"I know you ain't stupid - well I ain't either. I've seen it before. Maybe your mind isn't quite ready to admit what your body and soul are crying out for... " He let his remark trail off but he was looking at her as if he'd said the most matter-of-fact thing in the world.

She wanted to argue with him but she didn't. She didn't somehow feel able to find a combination of words that didn't just sound hollow and contrived.

He gave a little shrug. "Like I say you don't strike me as dumb. You'll do what you know you need to do when you're ready".

She looked at him for a long moment. It wasn't the fact that he just seemed to assume that soon she'd be like her cousin - knocked up with a Black man's baby. Rather it was the destabilising knowledge that he might well be right. With an effort she pushed her doubts and uncertainties into the back of her mind. She didn't want that now - it wasn't an issue for tonight. Tonight she knew what she wanted to be doing.

She reached out a hand to him. "Can we get more comfortable in my bedroom?" She hesitated, "Unless you have to go..."

That ready smile flashed out at her again. "My Mamma didn't raise no fool. I'm not going anywhere."

He took her hand and she led him into the bedroom.

***

She nestled her face against the warm strength of his chest. Then she murmured, "It's crazy but I don't even know your name."

He gave a low laugh. "Just call me the Driver - that's my handle coz driving is what I'm best at."

"I know - I've already found that out. So are you going to take me on another little trip?"

He effortlessly moved her round until she was on her back again. His mouth found hers in a tender kiss. "Where do you want to go baby - you want to ride sweet or be ridden hard?"

"I think I'd like sweet this time - that sounds wonderful just now."

"My feelings exactly..." She felt the warmth and weight of his body and responded by moving her legs apart and up. She felt him smoothly enter her and then their lips met again in a lovers' kiss.

***

The familiar smooth deep voice came through her head-phones.

"Well done Georgia. Last night's show was most impressive. For some time now I've been considering taking a more hands-on role with you. Are you ready to take that next step?"

The question resounded through Georgia's mind. She had seen and heard enough to understand what that could mean. Enjoying her Master's personal attention might come at a price. At the same moment she knew that she was prepared to pay any such cost because she knew how far her Master had brought her and could only suspect how much further they might go.

"Yes Master," she responded without a trace of hesitation in her voice, "yes I'm ready to take the next step."

At Silky's

Georgia's eyes adjusted to the light inside the bar. She looked around her but, even as she did so, she realised that it wouldn't do her any good. She was looking for her Master but she really had no idea what he looked like. She had heard his voice and seen his hands and his 'package' on camera but...

***

His orders and her GPS had brought her out here to this place. It didn't look much from the outside though she did notice that it seemed to have had a new coat of paint applied recently. She'd parked up and gone to meet the well-built African American stood at the door. With every step she had examined him more and more closely - wondering if he might be her Master. When he gave her a smile of greeting she felt a wave of desire run through her body. If this was her Master and he wanted her 'hot to trot' then he seriously knew his business.

"You'd be Georgia", his voice was thick with an accent, perhaps West African? At that moment she knew that he wasn't her Master but it also didn't escape her notice that he DID know who she was.

"How do you..."

"Not so many white girls come to Silky's - hardly none that are looking anything like you."

She felt the slight warmth in her cheeks. It never failed to get to her when a hot Black guy showed his interest. Of course her Master must have asked him to keep an eye out for her. He had prepared the way for her and not for the first time.

"Will my car be alright?" She gestured back towards her vehicle.

He gave a little laugh at her naivety. "Don't you know Shaka owns this place? Who's gonna mess with Shaka or his people?"

It hadn't surprised Georgia that she'd been sent to a place like this but she was, after all, just a white girl originally from the South and who'd spent most of her recent years in a leafy suburb. Despite the last few months she still felt a reaction when she found herself in a neighborhood like this one. A year ago she would have run a mile. Now, there was still a frisson of danger but it was mixed with a much more powerful dose of excitement and desire.

The man gestured at the open door. Georgia stepped inside.

***

It was an old-style neighborhood dive. A few booths at the back and a long bar. There were plenty of customers in and the noise of talk and laughter competing with a sound-track of 'contemporary urban.' Georgia realised that she recognised the track - something else she could never have done a year ago.

The racial profile of the bar's occupants didn't surprise her. This was an African-American district of an African-American city. Besides herself there were only three other white folk there. Two were young girls - probably College students - working the bar alongside an aging Black man with an impressive mane of silver-grey hair. Georgia presumed that just HAD to be Silky. The other white was a woman of about her own age. She was perhaps 5' 4" with blonde hair and a good figure, obviously the result of gym work. Georgia's eyes and mind processed all that in a split-second - recognising the other woman as a potential rival after she'd noticed who the woman was with.

The man with her was very dark-skinned and had to stand at least 6' 10". He quite literally stood out from the other men surrounding him but it was more than that. Georgia quickly observed that all the other men were looking at him, listening to him, following his lead. This was, without doubt, an alpha male among alpha males. She couldn't take her eyes off him and noticed that he had finished his story and was smiling quietly as the men around him laughed their appreciation. His hand was casually resting on the white woman's butt. Well of course it was...

Maybe he sensed her staring at him. Either way, he glanced over the heads of his audience and his eyes met hers. His eyebrows flicked up in momentary appreciation and then he smiled at her. It was the smile of a lion noticing a particularly juicy antelope. Georgia felt her mouth go dry. He leaned down and spoke in the woman's ear. Now she was looking at Georgia and she was looking daggers.

Georgia soon found out why. The man broke away from his crowd of admirers and came across to her. All the way his eyes were admiring her and her outfit - selected specially to please her master. She wore a white top held up by shoulder straps that flared down to form covering for each of her breasts. It didn't hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra. It also left her neck, arms and toned stomach exposed. Or they would have been but for the short jacket she was wearing. She wore a tight skirt in purple leather - calculated to show off her legs to their finest. On her feet were a pair of her highest heels encrusted in brilliants. She 'd taken care over her make-up and accessories. She wasn't a vain woman but before setting out that evening a glance in the mirror had told her that she looked damned good. It seemed the alpha male was in agreement.

"I'm Shaka - we haven't met or I'd have remembered. I'm assuming you're Georgia."

Georgia felt a moment's panic. Shaka's voice was deep and powerful but it was most definitely not the voice that she had come to know so well over months of cam sessions. Whoever Shaka was - he was not her Master.

"Errr, pleased to meet you Shaka. I'm here to meet...a friend."

Shaka looked around himself in an exaggerated fashion. "Don't see him nowhere. I think I can help you make lots of new friends." His smile was relaxed - he was in control.

Georgia's heart was bumping in her chest now. "I thought I saw you've already got a friend with you." She nodded towards the other woman - now surrounded by a group of Black men.

His smile was genuine now - he liked the fact she was showing some spirit. "You think I can't please two women in a night?"

Georgia just looked into his eyes. She didn't know what to say. She had no doubts whatsoever that this man was capable of that and a lot more. The thought was exhilarating but she knew that this situation was dangerous. As if to prove the fact she heard a smooth deep brown chocolate voice behind her.

"I see you've met my girl Shaka."

That was the voice she had been listening for ever since she had arrived. It was her Master. She turned and saw him for the first time. He wasn't as tall as Shaka but he was over six feet and just as powerfully-built. His skin was dark but at his wrists and his neck she could see the swirls and patters of intricate tattoo designs. His face showed no ink and had a handsome symmetry to it. Just now, however, his features were set in an expression of serious purpose.

Shaka didn't seem fazed by his appearance. "Now now, Izeye, what's that old saying about finders being keepers. Let me see..." He very carefully looked over Georgia from head to toe and then casually used a hand to flick up the rear of her jacket. He then held it up so Izeye could see the bare skin of Georgia's lower back. "We both know the rules. Don't see no mark on her..."

Georgia suddenly realised that the hum of talk in the bar had gone. She could only hear the music being played. Beyond Izeye she could see the other white woman watching, her eyes wide with shock and also ... could it be fascination?

Shaka was still looking at his rival. Then he put one hand behind him and clicked his fingers. "Dee - come here."

The other woman was nervous but she still came directly to Shaka's side. The big man raised a hand and gently touched an ear-ring that Dee was wearing. They were big hoop ear-rings with an 'S' decorated by brilliants within the golden hoops. "See," he said, "my bitch is wearing my mark. So everyone knows just who she belongs to. Got another pair in the office would look just right on Georgia here."

"No doubt they would - but I have my own plans for her. That said I'm liking the look of your little bitch there - I'd be ready to put in a good offer for her."

Georgia heard Dee give a gasp of surprise at the brazenness of the suggestion. That confirmed what Georgia had been thinking. The other woman was relatively new to this world. Looking at her Georgia was surprised she hadn't seen that from the start. Aside from the gaudy ear-rings Dee wasn't dressed like a snow-bunny or a hood-rat. She looked like what she no doubt was - a sexy white MILF. She'd been there herself. Sorting her respectable wardrobe to find something sexy enough for the occasion - artfully leaving that extra button undone to turn an outfit into something much more alluring.

Shaka's response was to chuckle. "I only just started training her - having way too much fun to let her go just yet." He gently moved up behind Dee and one hand found an erect nipple as it poked through her white blouse. The woman gave a little whimper but she didn't resist even when his other hand reached down between her legs and pulled up her skirt. There was a flash of neatly trimmed pubic hair and then his hand was on her pussy. He murmured into her ear, "Yeah, teacher lady, good to know you learning yo' lessons. No panties - just like the rules say. But it needs to be bare too - don't care what you tell that limp-dicked White-boy husband of yours."

'Of course', thought Georgia, 'she's a teacher. I should have known.' Well she wasn't teaching now - she was learning, learning all about another world of hot dark desire. The woman's eyes snapped open as Shaka fingered her. Georgia saw that she seemed miles away. She might have only just begun her journey but Georgia knew the signs. Dee was already addicted to her new life just as Georgia herself had been. Career, reputation and marriage would all be weighed in the balance and found wanting. She'd risk almost anything for that next hit of Black sex.

"Looks like premium pussy" said Silky as he watched from the bar.

"Oh yes," said Shaka, "you'd best believe it. Pussy made for the pleasure of a Black man. Warm and wet - seems my little bitch liked the idea of us fighting, or maybe it was the idea of me selling her to a stranger." It might have been his words or his expert fingers but Dee was whimpering again between short gasps for breath as Shaka's skilled fingers worked on her. "You like the idea of being Izeye's little slave girl?"

Dee's only response was a moan almost of despair. Georgia knew what that felt like too. Knowing that what you were doing was so foolish and so wrong and perhaps even so dangerous but also knowing that it felt so good that you could never live without it again.

Shaka was enjoying himself and suddenly a gleam came into his eye. He beckoned to Georgia. "Come see how wet this pussy is. Tell Dee what being Izeye's slave entails."

It took her by surprise but Georgia was pretty well trained by now. She took hold of Dee and kissed her hard. Her tongue found its way into Dee's mouth and after a moment's hesitation the other woman responded. Was it her first time for a long while - maybe her first time ever?

Even as she kissed Dee she heard Izeye chuckle - that chuckle she had heard so often from her Master through her head-phones. Then she realised that this was all part of his plan. The men were testing Dee but they were also testing her. Well she'd make damn sure to pass the test, whatever it was.

She gently spun Dee round so she could work on her as Shaka had. She unbuttoned Dee's blouse and moved her hand inside feeling the warm flesh of her breast and then gently squeezing on her nipple. She put her other hand's fingers into her own mouth and then reached down to Dee's pussy - exposed as Shaka held her skirt out of the way. She began to speak softly into Dee's ear - almost as a chant.

"Izeye is my Master and I am his slave. Izeye orders and I obey. It gives me pleasure to give him pleasure. When my Master is satisfied then, and only then, can I be satisfied. If he wants to fuck me then he can fuck me. If he wants me to fuck someone else, anyone else, then I will fuck them. He has made me what I am - a whore but a very willing and satisfied whore. My Master gives his orders and I obey. If he wants me to be Black-only then I will be. If he wants to give me his ink then he can. If he wants to give me his baby then he can. He is my Master and I exist to serve him and to give him pleasure." As she spoke, almost u*********sly, Georgia's fingers had been moving in and out of Dee's pussy while her other hand roughly worked her nipples. "Are you ready Dee, ready to be a Black man's slave? Now that you know what it means." Georgia dropped her lips to Dee's neck and sucked hard on the pale flesh even as the other woman screamed out her assent.

There was a silence for a moment and then the bar's patrons roared their approval. Georgia noticed even the two white bar-girls joining in. She wondered what else they'd seen or experienced here. She was almost embarrassed when she looked down at the large love-bite she'd left on Dee's neck. It'd just seemed the natural thing to do at the time!

Shaka moved and gently did up Dee's blouse. "Need to get you home don't we," he informed her, "tell all the men here why I got to get you home."

"So you can fuck me," said Dee quietly.

"So everyone can hear," said Shaka pausing.

"So you can fuck me," said Dee in a loud clear voice.

He smiled and kissed her. "That's right - then we can send you back to that loser husband of yours full of my strong nigger nut. That's the way it's gonna be from now on my sweet little white bitch." He slapped her on the butt and then led her out into the night.

Husbands and Wives

Georgia was still a little awe-struck to find herself with her Master. No monitor screens or internet or blindfolds between them. He was right there, so close and she knew he'd get much closer before the end of the night.

"So tell me," she asked him, "how long have you known Shaka?"

"We didn't fool you then?"

"Oh for about thirty seconds - until I saw Silky smiling and still polishing beer glasses. Didn't seem to me he'd be doing that if he thought you two were about to smash up the place."

He chuckled. "See - some brothas like their girls young and dumb. I'm not a fool like that. I like them like you - smart and old enough to know what a man wants and how to deliver it." He took a drink of his beer. "Known him a good fifteen years. He was some kind of a man back then - scary as shit I don't mind telling you."

"You mean he isn't now!"

"He's a fucking pussy-cat now. Back then I was just getting started on my own and he came to me. Told me that if I did a good job I'd be his friend for life and if I did a bad job then I wouldn't be needing no mo' friends. I told him to shut up or the needle would shake and we been friends ever since. Next time I'll get him to show you the two full sleeves I did for him. Damn fine ink if I ain't bragging saying so."

"What about Dee - will she be OK with him?"

"She's chosen her path and he won't force her to do anything. But she has commitments in her other life that won't make it easy."

"Her husband..."

Izeye snorted, "That useless piece of shit better hope he never inconveniences Shaka. No, she got c***dren still in school." He shrugged his shoulders. "Myself I try to make it a rule not to work with women who have c***dren under a certain age. Sometimes tho it just happens and there's nothing to be done about it. At the end of the day if that white boy had made the slightest effort to keep her happy do you think she'd ever have ended up here?"

Georgia just counted her blessings that when the time came for her she hadn't had any young c***dren or husband to hold her back. At the time she had regretted the fact but now she knew just how lucky she had been.

Izeye's voice cut across her thoughts. "Talking of which..."

Silky move up the bar. "Izeye, your guests have arrived. I've put them in the private booth - his sort ain't too popular round here."

Izeye chuckled. "I thought you'd enjoy this Georgia. Just play along like I know you is good at. Since you know my name you want to use that from now on?"

Georgia responded without needing to think about it. "Whichever you prefer, Master."

He chuckled, collected a brief-case from Silky, and led Georgia to the back booth.

***

The back, or private, booth was almost a self-contained little room in itself. It was essentially cut off from the rest of the bar and used only with Silky's permission. It had room for about ten people but only two were waiting for them there.

The man was about thirty but already running to fat. His sandy-blonde hair seemed to be conducting a strategic withdrawal up his forehead leaving an ever greater expanse of pink flesh. His eyes were brown and had almost popped out of his head when he'd seen Georgia's outfit. He himself wore a designer label work suit, expensive but practical. It couldn't have been more obvious if he'd had 'senior management' tattooed on his forehead. He had to have something about him to have risen so high so relatively young. Either that or his Daddy had found him the job. Georgia knew which scenario seemed most likely to her.

The woman with him was a few years younger, perhaps twenty-five. She had blonde shoulder-length hair that looked good on her but that Georgia immediately suspected was not her natural color. Her eyes were blue-grey, almost green, and there was a s**ttering of freckles across her cheeks. Her hair had clearly been freshly cut, her make-up was sparingly but expertly applied and her eyebrows had been carefully sculpted. Georgia smiled to herself. The lady had come to make an impression and if she knew her Master's tastes then the lady would not have failed.

Izeye didn't bother hiding the fact. He smiled and nodded as he admired her. "Thank you for coming Anna, I appreciate it."

Georgia noted Anna's quick glance at Izeye and the slight blush appear on the pale skin of her cheeks. She was beautiful and such an exquisite contrast to Izeye. Male and Female, dark and fair, power and delicacy, strength and grace. Two halves of the same coin. She suddenly realised just how much she wanted to see them brought together - how much she wanted to help bring that about.

The white man got up and held out a hand. "Hi my name's Kent..." His voice trailed off as Izeye merely raised an eyebrow. The two men's eyes met and locked for a second. Kent sat back down in his chair.

Izeye placed his briefcase on the table in front of him. He removed a number of documents and handed one to Georgia. She took it and quickly ran her eyes over it. In essence it was an application form for Anna to join Izeye's stable of white women. What struck Georgia, however, was the fact that the form had clearly not been filled in by Anna herself. Instead it had been completed by her husband. Georgia looked up at Kent again. What sort of a man would do that? Izeye seemed interested by that too.

"So, Kent, what brings you here?"

"We are here..."

He trailed off as Izeye held up a finger.

"With all respect Kent," he said in a voice that conveyed no respect whatsoever, "I didn't ask about Anna here. I asked about YOU."

Georgia again observed that Anna was watching her husband as if expecting him to do something.

"I first contacted you" said Kent, "about.." His voice trailed off again under Izeye's steady gaze.

"Yeah, I know you're the one who suggested this. Generally I don't have anything to do with that cuck shit but your wife there is something special."

Georgia saw the little blush return to Anna's cheeks. Kent's wife had so far not spoken and in fact had barely moved since they had entered the room.

"I don't like dealing with couples where the husband contacts me. The first and most important act of submission is consent. Without that it's of no interest to me. So..."

Izeye looked at Anna.

The blond woman swallowed and then finally spoke. "I think I want to do this."

Izeye smiled and shook his head. "That won't do. There has to be commitment. My woman here will tell you that this isn't necessarily something you can just try once and then walk away from. That right Georgia?"

Georgia made eye contact with the younger woman. "He's right. From my first time I knew that I would never settle for less again." She gave an apparently involuntary glance towards Kent. "Now I can't imagine living outside of this lifestyle. My only regret is that I couldn't have started ten years earlier. I feel I have found, or am really still finding, my true self with the help of my Master." She looked at Izeye.

Izeye had been watching and listening with satisfaction. Georgia was a natural at this. He'd seen the couple's reaction when Georgia had, seemingly without meaning to, clearly identified Kent as the sexual inferior of the new men in her own life. Anna's eyes had widened. Kent's cheeks had flushed. The situation showed promise. He cleared his throat and drew the couple's attention back to himself. "You still want to go ahead with this?"

Anna looked across at her husband, "I think we should do this." She looked back only to see Izeye shake his head and begin to rise from his chair. Her reaction showed almost panic. "I'm sorry - Yes, Yes - please - I want to do this."

Now, for the first time since entering the room, Izeye gave a genuine smile. "As you can see from Georgia here I have very high standards in selecting the women for my stable. You have considerable potential if we can just make the arrangements..."

Izeye returned to studying the document in front of him. The room was silent. The young couple watched him awaiting his next move. Finally it came.

"So Kent - once again, why did you come to me?"

"I, um, we, er, wanted Anna to have sex with a ni... er a Bla... er an African-American. I wanted to see her ... umm."

Izeye used a pen to tick two places on the paper in front of him. "You seem to be struggling there Kent. Let me sum it up for you. You like to be the big dog in your relationship. It pleases you to humiliate and degrade your wife..."

"Hey..." started Kent but his words choked off at another stern stare from Izeye.

"You got to thinking that you wanted to see her getting fucked hard by a nigger - thought that would be the ultimate debasement for her. That right Kent?" Izeye spoke with a mocking tone and a little smile but Georgia could sense his contempt for the other man.

Kent protested, "No, no, it's not that. I'd never think that..." He seemed desperate to prove to everyone else in the room that he wasn't lying. He didn't realise that everyone else in the room didn't care. Everyone else in the room was inclined to let that pass. Everyone else in the room was by now determined that, come what may, Anna would soon belong to the real man in the room and that man was not Kent.

"Let me make one thing quite clear Kent. I don't dance to any white boy's tune. Maybe I will fuck that pretty little wife of yours but you most definitely won't be there to see it."

Kent looked like a spoilt c***d denied his treat for the first time in his life.

"I wouldn't want you to think that I'm an unfair man Kent. So long as everything is according to my requirements I might on occasion provide you with videos for your, er, entertainment."

A wave of relief passed over Kent's face. He didn't seem to care that he was pimping out his wife - just so long as he got to see it.

"But I can give you the name of a dozen clubs round here that could supply that for you - perhaps some might even let you be present. If you've heard of me then you know of them too. So why did you bring Anna to ME, Kent?"

Kent's momentary enthusiasm and confidence was gone again. "What do you mean?"

Izeye gave a little grunt and looked across at Georgia. "What do you think Georgia?

"I'm not sure I should say."

"You can speak freely - we are all friends here." Izeye gave Kent perhaps the least reassuring smile that Georgia had ever seen.

"OK - for what it's worth. I think Kent that you have a very beautiful wife and I think that when you met you were probably a handsome young man. How long have you been together Kent?"

"Five years - we met when she was at college." His tone was grudging, almost resentful at having to answer a woman.

"Were you always the more assertive part of the relationship Kent?"

"Well of course, I'm the man of the house. That's how it's supposed to be. Anna has always understood that."

Georgia glanced at Izeye but he simply gestured for her to continue. "Those five years have changed things a little haven't they Kent. Your wife has looked after herself - she looks amazing. You, on the other hand, what with sedentary desk work and liking food perhaps a little too much. You aren't quite the catch that you were."

"Hey..." Kent's denial was loud but unconvincing.

"I can see that Anna has worked hard to please you. But she's just ended up putting herself several leagues above you hasn't she?"

"Bullshit you bi..." Kent half rose from his chair but his eyes met those of Izeye and he gave up the attempt.

Georgia continued, "Oh, I know Kent. You are a very successful man. You define yourself by your progress in your career and your material possessions. Well that's fine but its not everything that a woman wants. Anna married you expecting you to be ALL that she needed. Has it worked out that way Kent?"

Kent looked at Georgia with frustration. He wasn't used to any female talking to him like this. It didn't help that what she was saying was true and that he knew that it was true. Georgia didn't care what he thought - she wasn't aiming her words at him anyway. She could see that Anna was listening carefully, hanging on her every word.

"You can provide well for your wife in one sphere but not in every sphere. I recognise a kindred spirit in your wife. We both desire strong men, men who know what they want and know how to get it. Men who can bring us into situations and give us pleasure that we could never have imagined before we met them. There is a man like that in this room. Who is that man Kent? Is it you?"

There was silence again. Kent gave a furtive glance towards Izeye who was quietly watching.

Georgia voice took on a more conciliatory tone. "Perhaps I've been too harsh on you Kent. Perhaps you really do love your wife and you really do want the best for her. Let's see what that would be."

She gestured to Kent and Izeye. The latter rose and came around the table to stand in front of Kent who, reluctantly, also stood.

Izeye was almost ten years older than Kent but you wouldn't have imagined it. He stood a good head taller than the white man and he kept himself in shape. Izeye shucked off his jacket to stand in his shirt-sleeves. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped to the waist. The hard muscles of his arms and trunk were obvious. His dark skin seemed almost to shimmer with the patterns tattooed on it. Every inch of him seemed covered save his face and his hands. These weren't crude jailhouse tats. They were carefully designed and skilfully applied. There were some single designs but when you looked more carefully even they only really formed parts of the greater one that covered the big man's body. Both women looked at him - their eyes trying to follow the patterns but only losing themselves in his strength, his dark power.

Izeye stood strong and tall. He gestured to Kent and then clicked his fingers when Kent tried to ignore him. Finally, Kent removed his own jacket and shirt. The contrast was laughable.

Izeye glanced across at Georgia before making a simple gesture towards his lap. She knew what he wanted and didn't hesitate for a moment. How many times had she seen his big Black cock on her computer monitor and wished that it was really there with her. Well, today it was!

"What do you think Anna - there's something else we have to check out isn't there..."

Georgia's tone was cajoling. "Show us what your husband has in those pants."

Kent gave a desperate glance at his wife but she was already moving to stand by him. Everyone knew where this was leading. Her fingers were at the buttons of his suit pants and soon they and his shorts were round his ankles. She held his already-hard cock and gently stroked it to keep him that way. Georgia had to admit that Kent had no cause to be ashamed. It was almost six inches and in the old days she might even have been impressed but now, of course, pink penises had no attraction for her. It was time to show Anna what a real cock looked like.

Georgia dropped to her knees in front of Izeye. She looked up at him. "May I, Master?"

He nodded and then she quickly worked to free him. Finally, for the first time, she had him in her hands. She marvelled at him, felt the weight of the nine inches of beautiful Black cock. She raised him and with her other hand gently cradled his big balls. They were heavy too - heavy with baby-making seed. She wanted to lick his balls and suck his cock and then to take him deep in her pussy until those big balls emptied inside her. She wanted that desperately but she knew that first she had a task to perform.

She looked over and saw Anna still gently stroking Kent's prick but with her eyes fixed on Izeye's big Black cock. "Bring him here," she ordered. Anna took a couple of steps closer and almost dragged Kent with her, the white man desperately trying not to trip over his pants as they lay round his ankles.

"You know what you want to do," she gently encouraged Anna. The other woman hesitated momentarily and then her hand left Kent's penis and reached over to tentatively grasp Izeye cock.

Georgia saw the pale fingers try and fail to encompass the strong girth of Izeye's cock. She looked at Anna and smiled her triumph. The other woman's eyes were wide with excitement and she smiled back - sharing a conspiratorial knowledge with Georgia. They both knew the truth now...

"Ugghhh..." the sound behind them made both women turn. Kent was red-faced and was desperately grasping his penis as a few drops fell from its end to join his climax on the floor of the room.

After a couple of seconds both women turned back to Izeye and each heard the bass rumble of his chuckle. With one hand Izeye caressed the cheek of Anna. With the other he grasped his cock and pointed it directly at Georgia. She knew what he wanted and opened her mouth to take him inside. Her hand replaced his on his cock and moments later she felt gentle pressure from his fingers in the hair on the back of her head. Georgia sensed rather than saw Anna nuzzling her cheek against the dark-skinned hand which gently held her to watch Georgia's work.

"See girl - that's how it done. Georgia here is an expert - famed across two cities for the skills of that mouth of hers. Bet you're wondering how you can get so good - answer is a whole load of practice on a whole load of men But don't worry - I'll be arranging that for you too." Georgia heard his words but didn't really process them. She was too busy lavishing a warm wet blow-job on her Master. He deserved the best and that was just what she was endeavouring to give him. She began quickly moving her head up and down his shaft. Suddenly as she pushed deep she felt his hand tighten in her hair. Gentle pressure pushed her further down his shaft until she felt the need to gag. She squeaked her protest and felt his hand grip her tightly for a second before he released. She gasped in air and then looked up at him.

"You was doing fine - but keep it gentle just for now. I got business to attend to." She understood and just worked at keeping him happy. That was her job and she relished it, carefully pleasing every part of his big cock with her soft lips and her exploring tongue.

Izeye moved back to resume his seat and Georgia shuffled along with him, unwilling to relinquish her contact with his cock for even a second. She settled in between his legs and continued her task as Izeye reached again for his papers.

"I considered your situation and I am willing to take Anna on under certain conditions. I will require all of these documents completed, signed and returned to me. First, this one." He handed a sheet of paper to Kent - who had pulled up his pants but whose eyes were still fixed on Georgia's activities. "I know you like to think you're in charge so this one formally signs over ownership and all rights to your wife from you to me, her new Master. Unlikely to hold up in court but as a private agreement between ourselves I expect it to be observed. You understand?"

"Yes," croaked Kent.

"I protect my property - you'd best understand that. She have any complaints about you or you disrespect her in any way and there will be consequences, SERIOUS consequences. Understand."

Kent nodded again.

"Experience tells me you cucks always want your women blacked but often can't handle the results. So this sheet deals with that problem. You blue-bloods like to put a price on everything so I'm following suit. Had a lawyer friend of mine draw up this document and she's made damn sure it's enforceable in court. It grants Anna the right to a 'no fault' divorce at any time and awards her or her c***dren half of your property and one-quarter of your future income. Of course so long as you remain a married couple and you behave appropriately towards Anna there will be no need to invoke this document."

Money will always cause a pause and Kent wasn't accepting this one so easily. Izeye saw it and gave a cynical laugh. "Look at your wife Kent - you really think she's going to back out now. Your papers say she's a qualified accountant. That's fine - we can find plenty of work for a woman with those skills. Then what need will she have for your sorry ass? You want to be part of this - at least for a while. You want me to send you those videos of your sweet little wife's new life then you'd best know that this is the price. Remember me talking about commitment. Well, this is yours - or at least part of it."

"The third document is for Anna. It arranges an appointment for her at a well-known local clinic. My good friend Dr Nikola will check her out, arrange for an education in sexual health within our lifestyle and arrange a monthly check-up from now on. Just to make sure all is well and that she is following the rules I'll set for her."

Anna took the document, glanced at it and then put it with the others. Her attention remained fixated on Georgia who was now lovingly licking at the base of Izeye's balls.

"Finally..." Izeye gave Kent a confident smile and a final document. "Naturally we like to fuck our white girls as nature intended. Skin-to-skin - no condoms and no birth control between a man and his bitch." He reached into the pocket of his jacket and tossed an object to Kent. The white man looked at them quizzically. "CycleBeads - look them up. Basically our old friend the rhythmn method. Claims to be 95% effective but its really about 88% and for some women only 75%. So your wife will have a 1 in 20 or a 1 in 8 or maybe even a 1 in 4 chance of having a black baby in her belly by the end of the year. You got a problem there Kent?"

Kent had gasped and both Anna and Izeye couldn't help but see the bulge at his crotch. Izeye decided to push a little. "Of course that's while we use the beads for their stated purpose. We can just as easily use them to make sure she's taking potent African seed just when she's most fertile. You need to sit down boy?"

Kent stepped back to his chair and took a seat. His hand went back to his belt but suddenly he felt his wife's hands on his.

"No, Kent, you can't be part of this until you sign. You heard my Master."

Kent sent Izeye a look of bitter frustration but was just rewarded with another of the big man's broad smiles.

"I'm a fair man Kent. I'll let you jack yourself off and then sign the papers after." He watched the man once more reach for his belt and then Izeye dropped his smile and raised a warning finger. "Remember where you is cracka. You cum and you won't be leaving here until all these papers are signed. Understand."

Kent suddenly felt a much sweeter voice in his ear - the cajoling voice of temptation, the voice of his wife. "It's alright honey, you can enjoy yourself. You just have to make sure you don't cum that's all - well unless you really want to." He felt her fingers make their way to his belt and start to undo it. He knew that he should stop her but somehow he couldn't. He looked at Georgia still sucking Izeye's cock and he looked into the beautiful eyes of his wife. He imagined her under the big nigger as he pounded away at her with that huge cock of his. He groaned and felt his cock straining against his shorts for a second before he felt cool air on his johnson and realised his wife had set him free. He felt her hand on him and for one moment feared that it would be too much. He regained control and eased her hand off him before replacing it with his own He needed to wank so badly but he also knew he had to be careful, very careful.

"You see Kent - you just learning about what we might call one aspect of the sexual hierarchy. At the top are us Black men. Next comes fine white bitches like Georgia here and your wife. Then finally, a long way behind, comes little white boys. If they's real lucky we lets them support our white bitches in their lifestyle but only if they know their place. Once Anna is my bitch she will of course be Black-only. I don't let white boys touch my women ... except their husbands of course." Izeye enjoyed Kent's momentary look of relief before he made his final condition. "I won't deny you the right to enjoy your wife so long as you are supporting her but of course we have to take precautions. You need to use a condom at all times and, since those suckers can split and your wife will be fertile, I've made an appointment for you at Dr Nikola's clinic as well. A simple little procedure that will guard against any little accidents on a permanent basis."

Kent gasped at the basic brutal simplicity of it. This man was denying him his right to fuck his wife unless he had a vasectomy! He could hardly believe his ears and his hand froze on his cock only to feel other softer fingers grasp him and take over stroking his cock at a harder pace. "Oh now honey it's not such a big deal. Two years ago when I talked about starting a family you said that you weren't interested. What was it you said about us having other priorities? How having c***dren would only spoil things? So this can't be such an obstacle can it?"

He had said that. She had accepted his decision - or he had thought she had. Now he realised how wrong he had been. His wife had always liked him to take the lead but that didn't mean that she did not care about the destination. He looked again at the Black man who was watching him with a silent smile, the beautiful red-head still kneeling between his thighs. His wife had been offered a new lead, a new destination. He looked back at his wife and their eyes met. He saw a light, a mischief, a playfulness in them that he suddenly realised he hadn't seen in years. At that second he knew that this was all out of his hands. To his surprise the realisation only seemed to send more hot blood pumping through his body towards his penis. Again he struggled to control himself.

"You've wasted enough time with him - get over here Anna."

The blonde woman didn't hesitate. She quickly moved over to Izeye. Her husband's eyes followed her all the way as his hand slowly moved up and down his hard dick.

Izeye snapped his fingers and finally, reluctantly, Georgia rose from between his legs. She saw her Master reach into his brief-case and produce a marker-pen. "Show me my canvas."

Anna didn't understand but Georgia did. She moved over to the other woman and took charge. Soon Anna's jacket was hanging on her chair and Georgia was stood before her carefully, almost ritually, unbuttoning her white blouse. When it was gone Anna was stood topless save for her bra. For one moment all her old life seemed to fight to take back control. She looked at Georgia almost pleadingly but received only a reassuring smile in reply. Hands reached round her and undid the clasp.

Izeye gave a little gesture and Georgia slowly turned the half-naked woman so that her Master could examine every inch of her alabaster skin. She moved Anna back towards him until one dark hand reached out to hold the woman steady in front of him. Georgia was faintly aware of Kent moving to get a better view as Izeye popped off the cap of his marker.

"Skin like this is such a prize. Just looking at you I can imagine a hundred designs. But how about these..." His hand began moving quickly. wielding his crude marker with all the subtlety of a true artist. His style was economical - as you would expect from a man in his profession. He knew every line was a potential investment in time and pain under the buzzing ink-laden needle. The strokes told their story though. They built up to represent a Black arm, its muscles and form perfectly captured, as it reached round Anna's body to culminate in a dark hand fondling her right breast. He turned her a little and gave his attention to her left arm. Again the pen moved in fast confident strokes. Again the picture built up. This time a Black man standing behind a White woman with his hands on her hips. The woman looked out at world defiantly - naked and with her belly showing she was in the eighth or ninth month of her pregnancy.

His pen moved again. Anna watched as he worked. This time it was calligraphy - again amazingly delicate considering his crude pen. Just above the line of her skirt he wrote 'Property of my Black Master' in ornate almost Gothic script. Then he moved up and held her blonde hair out of the way as he wrote 'Izeye' on her pale neck.

Finally he stood back and examined his work. He nodded. "Looks good - what do you think Georgia?"

"She's beautiful..."

"Just some ideas for now. That ink is supposed to be permanent but after a couple of weeks washing it won't hardly be visible. By then I'll have decided whether to make the designs permanent for real. Alright with you Anna."

It wasn't really a question that needed answering but Izeye was still satisfied by her ready assent. Nobody bothered to ask Kent's opinion but, if they had been interested, his hard pink prick was proof enough of how he was feeling.

Now, finally, it was Georgia's turn. Her Master gestured to her to stand by the table and she half thought he would draw designs on her too but that wasn't what he had in mind. Instead he purposefully turned her round and bent her over the table. She reached out and took a firm grip on the sides as she felt him take hold of her skirt and push it up her thighs and out of his way. Now she knew what was coming next and she rejoiced as she felt the hardness of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. A hand grasped her shoulder and he went to run the head of his cock up and down her entrance but he didn't need to tease her. Her pussy was wet and ready for him and he began to enter her almost before he intended. He grunted his pleasure. "Been waiting for this bitch?"

"All my life Master." He seemed to like that. He moved forward gently and then eased back before pushing in harder. She felt his beautiful cock exploring her, rewarding her, claiming her. She had indeed been waiting for this and the heat of the moment meant every part of her was on edge for the touch of him. Almost immediately she felt her body's reaction to that welcome invasion, felt the passion coursing through her arteries and veins, felt her brain almost super-heating at the joy of it. She was where she needed to be - earning pleasure by giving pleasure. She rejoiced to hear his little grunts each time he pushed home, each time that magnificent cock reached that little bit further into her womanhood, each time he made another part of her his property.

Anna and Kent looked on - watching as Izeye fucked his redhead. The man's movements were all graceful power. His face showed an expression of the purest satisfaction. He was rejoicing in the feel of Georgia round his cock, relishing the sight of the blush of pink at her neck, drinking in the gasps that greeted each of his thrusts. He saw her hands gripping the table tightly as if to keep control of herself and then she moaned loudly and flung a hand out towards Anna.

Anna stepped forward and caught hold of the hand. The two women's fingers entwined and Anna seemed to feel the jolt of sexual excitement coming from Georgia. She saw Georgia's eyes wide in her flushed face, the mouth still open after moaning her desperate need.

Izeye slowed his pace but concentrated on the depth of each stroke, almost grinding himself into Georgia. His mind subconsciously recorded her response to every move of his love-making - each of his white bitches were different, had their own preferences and their own pleasures. He would provide what they needed and desired and in return he would get back so much more.

His mind was enjoying the little aerobic highs of the sexual work-out he was having. However, he was in shape and in practise. He looked along Georgia's back to the other woman, topless save for his inked designs. He slowed again so that he was just easing along with a gentle motion in and out of the woman in front of him.

"Never even meet a lot of my girls. They come to me and I find what they is needing and send them where those needs can be met. Sometimes we're not even on the same damn continent. Even some that I meet I still don't fuck. They need something from me but not necessarily that. There'll always be enough that need my personal touch." He looked at Anna while he tapped his dark hand on the pale skin of Georgia's back. "Then sometimes, just sometimes, I find one who is phat tight, one of the best. It's how she looks, how she acts, how she responds to what we do together. Then I know I've found a ho worth my special attention, a ho deserving my seed, a ho ready to be my next baby-momma."

Izeye looked deep into Anna's eyes. He saw the shock and the excitement there. He saw no hesitation or desire to retreat. He nodded to her and then eased back pulling out of Georgia. The redhead gave a mewl of frustration and looked back at him pleadingly.

Izeye moved back to his chair and took a seat. He held his still hard cock up and beckoned to Georgia. She came forward and straddled him - lowering herself gratefully down onto the hard Black spear of flesh. She gasped her appreciation as she sank her wet pussy down onto him, taking him deep on the first stroke. A couple of little movements and she soon had him all the way into her. She felt his fullness within her and it felt like the consummation of something more important than anything she had ever done in her thirty-six years. That wasn't true though. She knew what the consummation would really be and she knew that she wanted it more than anything.

Izeye grabbed her hard and held her on him as his mouth found hers. Their tongues duelled and danced. She felt his hands tight on her arms and then his mouth was at her ear - breathing his insistent demand of her. "Now work for it - prove to me what a fine-assed white bitch you are. Work for my seed, work to get that baby in your belly."

He was rewarded by her pushing herself down onto him and as he lessened his grip on her arms she began to post up and down on him. Her hair was flying now, the bright red tresses sometimes whipping up between them. He reached up and gathered them behind her head. He needed to see her at this moment. He felt the delicious ecstasy of conquest as he watched her working hard to claim her reward. Her face was flushed now, her mouth open as she panted for oxygen. Her body shook and quivered as she plunged it down again and again onto him. Her eyes were wide and staring - not just at the effort she was making but also because of what that effort would mean. Her life would never be the same after this and she knew it.

Georgia had set off with enthusiasm but after almost ten minutes she began to struggle. It was hard work and Izeye seemed immovable, that strong hard cock of his deep within her seemed ready to go for ever. She realised with momentary despair that she might fail and then she remembered all their web sessions together and remembered the lessons she had learned there. She had been silent up to now, save for her gasps and moans. It might seem ridiculous to say it but maybe she had been nervous to talk that way in front of the other couple. Now, however, she knew that did not matter to her. What mattered was giving herself to her Master in the most intimate and meaningful of ways. She knew what he wanted and she would not fail him.

"Please Master..." she found speaking difficult as she gasped for air to power her tiring body. "Please Master ... fuck me ... knock me up ... give me your baby. Pllleeeaaaassseee..." Her last word was insistent, desperate, yearning.

Izeye nodded and then, with an effort of his powerful thighs, he rose from his chair with Georgia still joined to him. His hands clamped on her butt and he began to fuck her hard where he stood, his strong arms holding her to him. His hips moved quickly and powerfully drove his cock in and out of her as his deep chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. She tipped her head back and howled her release, a climax like none she had ever felt. Even as she came she felt her Master push hard into her and then hold himself there. She knew that he was coming inside her. She felt the rush of endorphins through her tired body. She closed her eyes and concentrated on drawing a few deep draughts of oxygen into her lungs.

Her Master moved the few steps across to the table carrying Georgia as if she weighed nothing, He lay her tired body down and then his hand gently smoothed her hair. "Feel good baby?" She purred her approval. Only then did he pull out of her. His cock was still standing half-proud and was slick with their juices. "We gonna be doin' this a LOT from now on, you know that don't you." Again he was rewarded with the purr of feminine approval.

He looked down Georgia's body. "You see white boy, that's what a well-fucked pussy looks like. Don't suppose you've ever seen one of them before. Only fair that we clean Georgia here up." He gestured to Anna. "Get to it."

The blonde's cheeks flushed again and she mumbled, "But I... I mean... I've never..."

Izeye snapped his fingers at her. "You'll be doing a lot you never done before. Now, you ever want to be like Georgia here then you'd better get to work."

Anna almost felt his eyes boring into her. She looked down at her body - covered in his ink. She looked across at Georgia who might, for all she knew, have just been made pregnant by this man. Then she thought of what she had just seen and compared it with the last five years of her life. She stepped forward and dropped to her knees so that she could move her mouth easily to the other woman's pussy. As she prepared herself to lean forward she felt his hand on her shoulder.

She looked up and saw he had produced something from his case. It dangled from his strong Black fingers like a toy but she saw its symbolism and realised she had passed her first test.

The collar was black leather with a starkly-contrasting silver ring set into its front. That was where you would clip a leash for a dog but it was clear that this collar had not been made for a dog.

"You know what it means?" She nodded. "You need to put it on." She remembered what he had said about consent - the most basic and fundamental step of any true submission. She knew what she wanted. She took the collar and fitted it around her graceful neck. She felt his fingers behind her checking that the collar was not too tight and then a slight extra weight as she heard a click. Izeye put a key into the pocket of his jacket as it hung on the back of a chair. Then he looked back at Anna and raised one eyebrow. She understood what he wanted and, now without hesitation, began to lick and explore Georgia's cum-filled pussy.

"For obvious reasons I'm going to be keeping Georgia here exclusive to me for a while. Until we know that she's going to be my baby-momma. While that's happening she'll be teaching you just how to please a Black man with every part of that beautiful little body of yours." Izeye's voice rose a fraction. "How about those papers Kent - they all signed yet?"

In the corner of the room Kent looked at his hand and his pudgy leg - both covered with his own weak watery cum. It'd all been too much for him but he knew he wanted, no he needed, to see more.

***

Georgia lay back and tried to relax her tired muscles. She was enjoying young Anna's work. What she lacked in experience was compensated for by enthusiasm once she had got started. She would be a quick learner.

She thought of her Master's seed - deep inside her seeking her egg. She didn't need cyclebeads to know that it was just possible that they would find one. Not that it mattered. She knew she and her Master would dance the eternal dance of love many times in the future. She'd make sure that he knew when the best times would be and they would together create a new life. She thought of her daughter - how would she tell Charli about all this? She felt a moment's almost panic and then relaxed again under the attentions of Anna's exploring, inquisitive, tongue. Charli was a clever girl who always went hard after whatever she wanted. Perhaps she'd understand her mother should be allowed to do the same. Anyway Charli was still away on her placement - Georgia would take that hurdle when she came to it. She closed her eyes and lay back and savoured Anna's attentions. She felt like he luckiest woman on earth.

Three Weeks Earlier

The limousine moved on towards its destination. Even H-Town had its share of limos but they didn't tend to venture into this part of the city. It was one of the old blue-collar neighborhoods thrown up in a hurry to house waves of immigration from Europe. For generations it had been a home for the thousands of mill and factory workers that had made the city's fortune. German, then Irish, then Jewish, finally Italian. Each had climbed the ladder of opportunity. Each had moved on to better jobs and better surroundings.

Now the mills and factories were all gone. The ladder of opportunity had been firmly pulled up. The housing remained - steadily crumbling. The last community remained there too. A few Puerto Ricans but overwhelmingly this was an African-American neighborhood. Most descended from families driven North by the mechanisation of deep South farming after the last World War. They'd come for work but the work hadn't lasted. Not that they lacked the entrepreneurial spirit. It was just that the only thriving businesses in H-Town that didn't tiptoe along the line of legality were those that bust straight through it.

In the little run-down diner the group of sanitation workers, weary after yet another long day of toil, saw the limousine pass. They knew who it belonged to.

The little huddles of scantily-clad young women patrolled their beats on the street. They thanked the Lord that it wasn't Winter and so at least they weren't freezing their asses off out there. Their eyes followed each vehicle - each potential customer. They ignored the limousine though. They knew who it belonged to.

Somewhere nearby there would always be a man. His eyes would be everywhere - noting all that went down. Seeing that 'his girls' were working their patch and making him his money. These men certainly noticed the limousine and wondered what cargo it was carrying into the city. Whatever the details they knew the cargo would be a gold-mine for any man in their line of business. They'd have to wait - sometimes scraps would fall from the table of the owner of that particular limousine.

The groups of young men on the corners saw the limousine pass by. Like everyone else schooled in the ways of the city they knew who the vehicle belonged to. They had heard the stories about Kali. There was no profit to be had there. There was no reputation to be made.

The Playa savoured the bouquet of his glass of red wine. It came from one of the last bottles of a particularly fine vintage case that an associate had sent him from Bordeaux. It was the perfect compliment to the exquisite meal that he had just enjoyed. It was a shame the same could not be said for his dinner companions. The young men were garrulous and eager to attract the Playa's interest or, to be more accurate, his investment. The Playa already knew that they had been wasting their time and his. His eyes flicked to the monitor positioned high in the corner of his room. He saw the limousine passing his castle-like property and raised his glass to it in a silent toast. He knew who owned that limousine and he admired her work.

Finally the limousine arrived at what had once been a busy manufactory. Its trade had long gone and it had become Kali's base of operations. Heavy iron gates slid open and the limousine passed through before taking a ramp down into basement parking. The gates slid back shut and the limousine and its occupants were gone as if they had never existed.

***

The limousine purred its way over the concrete flooring of the basement before coming to a halt. Charli realised that she had no idea exactly where in the city she was - not that it really mattered. Walking out of these parts of H-Town at night wasn't really an option for any young woman - let alone one that looked like her. She'd heard enough stories to know that could turn very bad very fast. Even her Aunt Jessica, who she knew was no shrinking violet, had warned her to be very careful in H-Town.

To her surprise Charli felt her hand-cuffs and other bonds being released and then finally her blind-fold was removed. The light was low in the basement but she still blinked a little before she saw Kali examining her with those twinkling, mocking, almost feline amber eyes of hers. "You think we were going to carry you in," was all Kali said before Charli heard a click and her car door swung open. "I'll be seeing you later - quite soon I suspect. Meanwhile, listen and learn and prepare. Now..." A perfectly manicured-hand gave a gesture of dismissal

A dark-brown face framed by long braids of jet-black hair peeked into the vehicle through the open door. "What 'cha got fo' us Kali - another cracka rolla? Oh shiiiit ... look at this one girl." Another dark-skinned female face looked in, this time with hair cut very short. Her eyes quickly scanned Charli's naked form and then let out a little whistle. "Oh this one is gonna to be real popular. You wasn't frontin' girl. They all gonna get buck tonight when they see this one. C'mon bitch - let's get you ready."

A hand beckoned to Charli and she got out of the vehicle. She heard a cough behind her and turned to see Kali holding out a pile of her clothes. "You'll need these - for a while anyway. Just one thing..." Kali patted Charli's jacket and then removed a phone from one of its pockets. That done she held the clothes out again for Charli to take them.

The girl with braids had gone to the trunk and emerged with Charli's bag. She opened it and carried out a quick inspection. She seemed satisfied and nodded to Kali. Then the girl put the bag down beside Charli. "There you go baby."

She was shorter than Charli, maybe 5'2" and with mocha-coloured skin. She had dark eyes, a broad nose and a ready smile. Her black hair woven into many braids hung down to her waist. She wore a cropped top that left her shoulders and her toned belly bare. Her skin glowed with health and vitality, She wore tan shorts that also left most of her muscular well-formed legs bare down to her sneakers.

Her friend was much taller, almost 5'10" but similarly athletic. Her hair was trimmed short and her big hoop ear-rings were very obvious. She was African-American too but perhaps with some Native American ancestry too. She wore a tight black T-shirt that ended above her navel to reveal a muscular physique that spoke of long hours in the gym. A long tribal tattoo showed up her left side and other inked abstract designs marked both of her hands. In gothic script 'TRUE TO MYSELF' could be read running up the inside of her left arm. She wore camouflage trousers down to her socks and her own sneakers.

It was the taller girl who spoke next. "I'm Cheyenne and my dime here is Shay. Our Goddess told us to get you set up ready for tonight. Best pick up that bag cos we ain't yo slaves - quite the opposite in fact. Now come on."

She set off and her friend gave Charli a little look - arching an eyebrow and giving a wicked little smile. She gave a stage whisper, "Can you tell she and Kali was in the military?" Then she took the bundle of clothes from Charli and waited for her to heft her bag before setting off to the club's internal entrance.

***

They had taken her to somewhere described as 'her room' - a bed and a little cupboard and a wall-mounted TV. She'd seen something similar in documentaries about prisons. Cheyenne had laughed when she saw her expression. "Shit girl this is just for stashing yo' jonx and chilling when yo' had a busy night. Which I'm guessing you'll be having a lot of..."

"Hmmnnn," said Shay, "You'll be in demand I'm thinking. How long you here for?"

"My Mas..." Charli checked herself. She had a feeling these girls wouldn't approve of a woman having a Master. "I'm supposed to be here for a week. But, um, the Goddess talked about three weeks."

Cherokee gave a snort of derision. "She'll settle that tonight I'm guessing."

Charli remembered Kali taking her phone. "Can I contact someone - my friend... my mom..." She suddenly felt very alone.

"Oh baby," Shay took her in an embrace and gently kissed her. "Don't worry - after tonight you can go home or contact anyone you like, if you still want to..."

***

If her room had seemed like a cell then her dancing platform superficially seemed like a cage. The platform itself was slowly rotating and just inset from the edge were a succession of vertical metal poles, Slowly rotating outside them and in the opposite direction were another series of poles. As her platform slowly rotated, through the constantly moving 'bars' of her 'cage', Charli could see her audience. She had danced many times before but never for an audience like this.

Cheyenne and Shay had come for her an hour before her show. They had taken her to the club's dressing rooms and got her ready to work. Cheyenne had picked out her outfit while Shay had done her hair and make-up. It was pampering and it was cool but Charli couldn't help noticing that Shay talked as if she was their doll, their plaything.

Charli's long blonde hair was washed and styled into two long pigtails. Her make-up was beautifully applied. Her outfit was really just one thick band of inter-connected golden sequins and threads stretching up over her full breasts to meet behind her neck and be held in place by a slim leather collar. Her skirt was a tiny fringe of black material barely even covering the top of her butt. Completing Cheyenne's selection for her were a pair of flexible black suede knee-boots with block heels.

Finally her appearance had seemed to satisfy her two mentors and she had been taken out to dance. From the size of the building she had expected to be taken to a huge space but in fact the venue was barely bigger than the clubs she had been dancing at before. There was room for perhaps two hundred people and the floor was already full. Cardi B was pumping out through huge speakers and a light show was in full effect. It was clear the party had been going on for some time.

It took a moment for Charli to cut through the sensual overload and start noticing things. First, the brightly-lit raised rotating platform obvious to everyone in the club. Second, the raised area at the far end of the club that was empty of dancers and unlit. Finally, the audience. She had danced for women before, there were often a few s**ttered among her audience at Hoss' or Cassius' clubs. However, this audience was all women, without exception. She wasn't so sheltered that she took fright at that. It wasn't as if she hadn't experimented. But she soon began to realise as she looked around that this was genuinely a women's space. The clientele were all women, the staff were all women, even the music being played was all featuring women. This place had no need and no use for any boys.

Cheyenne gestured at the platform and shouted in Charli's ear. "Thirty minutes dancing - show them what you got girl. Show them all that we got the finest little white bitches. Don't let the other cracka slut beat you."

Charli suddenly felt her mouth go dry. She didn't normally feel nervous but she was well aware that there was probably more to this gig than just dancing. "Can I have a drink?"

Shay shook her head. "No alcohol for performers. Very strict rule - you'll see why later." The smaller girl looked at her friend.

Cheyenne produced a small bottle. "Drink this - it'll help and keep you hydrated."

Charli drank expecting a kick of stimulant. Instead she just detected a slightly unusual taste. Apart from that there was no effect and she gratefully drank the small bottle of soft drink

They waited until a new cut started and that seemed to be a signal. The two women moved Charli forward through the crowd towards the platform. Charli felt the eyes on her exposed flesh. She nervously looked around her. It might have been all female but this crowd was more mixed in other ways. There were a lot of African-Americans of course - this still was H-Town - but there were also plenty of Whites, Hispanics and Asians. There were dancers and couples of every ethnicity and every combination of ethnicities. Only with time would she come to notice something else. At this club and on this night if a mixed couple chose to adhere to the stereotypes then the white was almost always the femme and the Black was almost always the stud. Even here they were well outnumbered by stems of all colours but Charli saw the dynamic as she danced and felt the shiver of excitement and anticipation.

She only understood Cheyenne's comment about 'the other cracka slut' when she reached the platform. The other girl was about her own age with long, long, raven-black hair. It seemed impossible but her outfit made Charli's look modest. Just a combination of straps and tassels of white leather that left her small breasts exposed and her hard nipples pointing out.

The two girls looked at each other and then heard the voice of the Goddess ring out. "Attention to the platform - for the next half-hour our two little baby dykes will be performing for your pleasure. Don't forget to make your selection by the stage for the star of our main show tonight."

Then the music cut back in. That old song, 'One Way or Another..." The other girl tossed her amazing hair and then started sinuously seductively moving her body before

moving forward to begin working a pole.

'Fuck she's hot,' thought Charli, 'and she can dance too..." It didn't take Cheyenne's earlier words to set Charli moving. Charli was like her Aunt Jessica - very competitive. She liked to be the best at whatever she did. The best student and also the best stripper, even the biggest slut in the booths at that porn store. Now there was no way she was giving second best. If she performed for Kali this crowd would see something special.

Charli moved up to a pole and began easing her young body up and down it - feeling her full breasts sway in their marginal covering while all the time she judged the distance to the next pole. Finally she flung out an arm and grasped the second pole. Then she bent her knees before leaping up and catching herself suspended between the two poles. She stretched out her legs as she held herself there and then eased herself with her toes pointed back down to the ground. She turned and looked at the other girl. She was still swaying to the beet and grinding her little white booty but her eyes were fixed on Charli with a determined expression. The contest was well and truely on...

"She'll win won't she," said Shay as she watched the blonde dance. "I wouldn't want her to have to..."

"She wouldn't care," cut in Kali. "I called her a baby dyke but she strikes me more to be a trysexual. I'm thinking that's why she was sent down here."

"I hope she stays," said Shay. "She's so beautiful."

"Hmmmnnn," said Kali, "and what would Cheyenne have to say about that?"

"Having two femmes playing for her and at her back and call. I think she'd live with it."

Kali laughed at the deliciously mischievous look on the younger woman's brown face. Then she studied the dancers again. They only did one or two of these shows a month and she liked them each to be perfect. That was what made her reputation and drew the crowds and kept the thousands watching the live feed from the many cameras covering the platform and especially that stage area. It always gave her pleasure to know that her operation - the best damn dyke club on the continent - was heavily subsidised by rich white men who'd get their asses kicked if they ever even tried to step in the front door. She'd performed the impossible - she'd actually found a use for them!

Kali looked back over her club - the crowd were dancing and some were checking out the two girls on the platform. Kali smiled a little. The two of them were well-matched. Both strutting around the platform and cutting poses for the crowd. Demonstrating their fitness, athleticism and beauty.

'One way or another I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya...'

Kali nodded a little as she watched them both working so hard to impress the crowd.

***

Charli danced on - a sort of euphoria gripping her ever fibre. She was young and fit and beautiful. She gloried in the flexible sinuous power of her own body. Every breath of oxygen drawn into her lungs seemed a jolt of stimulant. She strutted in front of her audience - displaying herself, almost taunting them with her loveliness. She had felt like this before when dancing - but only for brief moments, a minute at the most. Here, it was an intense continuing high. The joy was there but also a sort of relaxation that made every move easy and graceful. She felt that she was dancing as she had never danced before. She sometimes glimpsed her audience and remembered where she was but she didn't care, no that wasn't true. She knew how she felt - tied into the ecstatic joy of the dance was a heat of fierce desire. Since she had become an adult she had always known she was a very sexual being but this, this was so INTENSE.

At that moment, perhaps for the twentieth time, her eyes met those of her competitor in the 'cage.' This time, however, their eyes locked - each held in the intensity of the other's gaze. The two beautiful young women danced on but each was tensed and focused on the other. For one moment it seemed they would spring at each other - but was it to fight or to fuck. Their audience could not have said which.

"Thirty seconds..."

Kali's voice seemed to, at least in part, break the mood. The two young women seemed to relax a little and danced out the seconds before the music stopped for the first time since they had begun to perform. The lighting level rose a little and Charli looked again into the flushed face of her rival. She moved forward and took the dark-haired girl in an embrace. Their lips met in a deep kiss. They heard, but did nor react to, the great cry of approval from the hundreds of women whose attention was now entirely focused on them.

"Prepare..."

The other girl broke away and dropped to her knees in the 'cage.' Only then did Charli remember her instructions and rush to follow suit. She sank down to her knees and bowed her head. Again the noise of approval from the crowd. It was a very select crowd - a crowd that knew its desires. Every woman there knew that Kali had carefully chosen these girls and that, as always, she had not let them down.

Four women climbed into the 'cage' and two took their place by each kneeling girl. Charli sensed that Cheyenne and Shay were there with her but her eyes were fixed across the club at the stage, at the magnificent proud woman standing there. Kali was still simply wearing business attire - almost out of place in a club like this. Except that Kali could never be out of place here - it was her place, she was its Goddess and every woman in that room knew it.

"We have made our selection." The crowd noise dropped to a hum of conversation. "Do you each give yourselves freely to our community?"

Charli could see the stage and the fittings being wheeled out behind Kali. She knew what her answer entailed. It did not dent the surface of her joy or even of her feeling of relaxation - instead it only whetted her desire, her need for the experiences on offer for her.

"Yes Goddess," said the two young women together.

Kali simply paused and looked intently at her prizes. "Do not be afraid or cautious my slaves. Let the world hear your submission."

"YES GODDESS." Two feminine shouts, almost shrieks, of consent tore across the big room and were followed by a cheer and whistles of approval from the crowd.

Only now did Kali nod and smile her approval. "I approve and accept both of you. One will assist in our little show tonight. The other will be our star. Cheyenne - bring tonight's star to the stage."

Cheyenne unfolded an object she had been holding in her fist. It spooled out as a long leash of leather and she expertly gripped the end and then attached it to the leather collar at Charli's neck . She felt a little tug on the leash and got to her feet. Shay's nimble fingers were quickly at work and soon Charli's outfit, such as it had ever been, lay at her feet. Now, naked and leashed, she was ready to be presented for the pleasure of her Goddess.

Charli barely even noticed being taken down from the platform and across the stage through a crowd that parted momentarily to let her through and then closed again behind her. She barely heard the words of approval and excitement said or shouted to her, Cheyenne and Shay. Instead she looked over the figure of Cheyenne towards the stage and the figure of confident authority standing there.

Finally they stepped up onto the stage - a raised area almost as large as the dance-floor. Kali greeted her with an imperious smile and wave of her hand towards the fittings of the stage. Her amber eyes were almost luminous in their triumph. "You see my toys - you still desire to be my plaything?"

Charli glanced round her and took it all in. She shivered a little and momentarily thought that she should be feeling fear. She wasn't. She was feeling excitement. "PLEASE GODDESS, YES." She almost screamed the words.

Kali's expression didn't change one iota. Still that serene confidence of assured control, of total domination. She simply clicked her fingers.

Cheyenne and Shay took a sacking hood and placed it over Charli's eyes. Then leather manacles were firmly attached to her wrists and anklets. She was guided forward a few paces and then stood in the centre of the stage. She suddenly sensed that the two African-American women had left her. She was alone, naked and vulnerable. She felt her body's reaction to her predicament. Again, it should have been fear. Again, it was not. It was anticipation and hunger. In that split-second she thought that she had never known what true lust was until that moment.

"My friends - join us on the stage - take a seat to allow us and our cameras room. Please remain behind the white line until I give permission to cross." Charli stood there and heard the women step up onto the stage and take their positions. She could hear them talking and moving. She thought about the cameras - remembered signing a form about that. She didn't care - all that mattered were the requirements of that calm commanding voice, the voice of her Goddess.

"First, on stage you keep those legs apart." The voice was almost startlingly close to her - Kali had to move like a cat. Chali edged her legs apart and at that moment felt two strong hands grasp her breasts. They pulled her towards them so Chari lost her balance a little and then staggered after her Goddess, gasping with surprise..

Kali took her where she wanted and then spun her releasing a hand to grasp Charli's pigtails and ease her head back. Charli's back arched a little as her feet strove to balance her body. It took perhaps a second but it spoke for the ages. Kali was in control and Charli would follow her lead wherever that lead might take her. She was clay to be moulded by the artist who had claimed her.

"What do you think of our new pet? Isn't she beautiful? Wouldn't you like to take her home with you?"

Charli heard the comments and murmours of assent. One brash female voice said, "Fuck yeah, I'll take her. "

Kali's pleased laugh chimed in her ear and Charli relaxed a little only to feel a hand slap her stomach. "Keep those legs open slave." Charli pushed her legs back apart and immediately Kali's hand was over her pussy. A finger and then two quickly explored and then rapidly finger-fucked her for a few seconds. Charli gasped at the strength of the sensations flowing through her body. They seemed magnified by her blind-fold and by her knowledge of her vulnerability. But it felt good, deliciously dangerously tantalisingly good. Her knees almost buckled but she was held in place by Kali's deceptive feminine strength.

"Bend over," the command was sharp and followed by a pull on her hair and a push backwards. Charli bent and then felt a hand slap her ass. Then another and another and another. She knew she had been offered to the audience - knew she would be offered again and for more than just a gentle slap on the butt. She gasped again - her consciousness seeming to float on an over-heated lava of desire.

She heard Kali again. "Venus want do you think of her?"

A harsh but female voice responded. "I think she a little cracka slut that needs to learn what real fuckin' is." A finger explored Charli's pussy and slid inside.

Charli couldn't help herself if she had wanted to. She moaned and gasped, "Yes, yes - show me, teach me..."

The crowd liked that and Kali smiled once more. She hadn't been wrong about this one. But before that they would put her through her paces, see how much she would give for that precious education.

Kali kept her grip on the girls hair and eased her upright before her other hand came to grasp her throat. She walked the girl purposefully back to a vertical rectangular frame. Other hands grasped Charli's arms and legs and moved them into position so that padlocks could click and attach her to the frame. The hands withdrew and Charli was left alone and bound within the frame in an 'X'-position. She shivered again.

"Cold slave?" came Kali's mocking question.

"No goddess."

"I thought you might be from the way those nipples are standing proud. They look delicious." Charli almost crumpled as a hand held her back and the wet warmth of a mouth closed on her right breast. But for her bonds she would have fallen but instead she hung there as Kali enjoyed her firm young tit. Charli's breath was coming in panted gasps now as she struggled to deal with the intensity of it all.

A moment's respite and then Charli felt slaps, not brutal but quite hard enough, on the tender flesh of her exposed inner thighs. She automatically tried to pull away but was held there by her binds. The sound of Kali's hand landing on her body echoed through the hushed club.

"Such beautiful skin - I love the way it blushes pink at my touch." Kali's voice was spoken almost to herself, contemplative as she viewed the results of her slaps. Then her hands were back on Charli's breasts - pinching and kneading and tweeking the sensitive skin. Charli's moans weren't being held back now - she had to express herself to reduce the pressure building up in her whole body.

The hands withdrew again and there was once more a period of seconds when Charli could only imagine, only fantasize, which part of her they would claim next.

The answer came. Strong hands clasped her buttocks and eased them apart. Charli heard a noise behind her and knew a camera was focused right on her butt. What a sweet tight little butt-hole," Kali purred, "we will have fun playing with that. Not tonight perhaps - but soon. A slave's training must include that. Isn't that right Charli?"

Charli nodded but that drew only a smart slap on the backside. This time it was a slap meant to demand attention. The camera-girl again moved in to capture the red finger -marks showing on the pale skin. Charli recognised her error and blurted out, "Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess."

The hands withdrew and again there was the wait, the mixture of fear and anticipation and desire. When the pause was broken by the crack of a whip she seemed to jump in her bonds.

"These come in many variations slave. This one is called a sjambok - traditionally made from the skin of a rhino. It can do some damage..." Kali paused and watched the bound girl. She was shaking in her bonds but she had said nothing. No requests or pleas to stop. "Are you ready?"

The girl bound to the frame did not answer other than to plant her bare feet and bow her head a little. She had set herself to take the cutting blow of the sjambok. Kali smiled again - a satisfied smile. She cracked the whip against the floor one more time. The girl on the frame did not jump this time - she simply waited, her head still down and her teeth clenched.

"I save the sjambok for my clients. White men who desire to be dominated by a strong Black woman. The sjambok's history makes it an appropriate tool. They pay highly for the privilege but most only choose to feel its kiss once or twice. I certainly wouldn't damage that beautiful skin of yours with it. A variation on the theme will give you an illustration."

Kali stood back as two white women stepped forward. One was Darya, her tall Eastern European chauffeur. Each carried a long piece of whip-cord and they began to expertly direct them at Charli so that their ends flicked onto her bare skin. As she moved from one she met the next and soon she just stood and took it until finally a whimper escaped her lips. Kali gestured and the whipping ceased. Shay and another Black woman came forward and began to loving run their hands over Charli's body, especially where the skin had reddened after contact with the cords.

Charli relaxed as the hands motions soothed her. She heard Shay whisper into her ears. "You are doing so well, baby. After the pain will come the pleasure - same as for me, same as for Darya, same as for Kali. We give ourselves because the reward is great. She moved round and gently kissed the white girl on the lips before, all to soon, she withdrew. The next instant, or so it seemed to Charli, the cords began stinging and teasing her back and thighs again. The contrast with pleasure was almost too much and she whimpered and moaned again. However, she did not try to escape her bonds and she did not try to avoid the whips. She stood her ground.

Kali signalled again and the white women pulled away their whip-cords. Kali moved in on the blind-fold girl with a paddle in her right hand. She gave a series of short blows to Charli's butt. They didn't hurt and they weren't designed to. They simply caused Charli to edge away from them and straight onto Kali's other hand. One again it worked at her exposed pussy. This time the fingering was just as skilled but harder. Charli almost writhed in her bonds, her mouth open in a silent scream as she gasped for air.

Kali stopped and raised her hand for the camera and the nearest of the audience to see. Her fingers shone and glistened with moisture from the white girl's pussy. "Our fine young lady seems to be enjoying herself." There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Kali had crossed to her equipment and returned with a flogger made up of ten or twelve broad leather flaps. She moved behind Charli and flicked the straps up between

the girls legs. She had selected the flogger carefully and also put a minimum of weight behind her blows. She didn't need to hit the girl hard - that pretty little blonde head was doing most of the work for her. Anticipating the stinging little blows and magnifying them. Kali heard the metal chains connecting the girl to the frame clink and clatter as Charli moved with each contact.

Kali was an experienced domme. She had worked with many slaves and clients and pupils. Experience quickly taught her what each needed and what each could take. She would take Charli to where she needed to be and leave her eager to return. The girl was a valuable asset to be treasured.. A far cry from the fat white businessmen who paid richly and in advance to have their back-sides caned red-raw. If you went a little too far with them, well, that's why they paid for a full course in advance. The 'findom' aspect was even a part of the kink for them. There really was no accounting for just how dumb a white boy with a bank-roll could turn out to be!

Kali dropped her flogger and stood in front of Charli. Her hands again rose to take the girl's breasts - already sensitive from previous mauling. She gripped them hard and when the girl gasped in pain and surprise Kali moved forward to kiss her. It was a reward. This time the girl had not tried to edge away - despite the sweat on her body and the rigid muscles which had betrayed her tension She had accepted her role.

A brown hand reached into a pocket and returned to Charli's breast. Now the white girl genuinely did whimper as the metal clip clamped onto her prominent sensitive nipple. Seconds later another linked by a chin was applied to Charli's other nipple. Then Kali held up the chain to Chari's teeth. Chari knew what was expected of her. She opened her mouth and gripped the chain with her teeth. She felt the tug on each of her nipples, felt her full breasts pulled upwards a little by the shortness of the chain.

Kali moved close. For those moments all Charli seemed able to see where those wonderful, beautiful, deep amber eyes. She felt herself falling into them, ready to obey their ever whim and desire whatever the cost.

"You remember your safe-word sweetness." Charli's nod earned her a gentle caress from her Goddess. "I wondered - a lot use it by now on their first time. Now, let's see how long you can keep that chain in your mouth. Not long I think."

There were some clanks from her metal bonds and then suddenly Charli was released.

"On your knees."

She worked her tired legs into position to drop to her knees.

"Can I have the four volunteers I selected earlier."

Four women rose from the audience and stepped forward to surround the kneeling white girl. An athletic Latina kneeled behind Charli and wrapped her arms round the girl's shoulders. Two African-Americans held Charli by the waist and the thighs, pulling her legs wide apart and exposing her glistening pussy. Now she was left fully exposed and helpless, blindfold and with her teeth set on the metal chain connecting her nipple clamps.

The fourth woman was white, petite, perhaps forty, flame-haired in a black evening dress. She glanced at Kali. The Black woman smiled, showing her white teeth. The redhead moved down between Charli's legs. Her friends angled the girl's body up at little for ease of access.

Charli knew what was coming and felt her heart almost seem to stop at the prospect. Then she felt the warmth of a mouth on her spread pussy. Soon after it was replaced by a trickle of liquid and then skilled fingers pushed into her and began to explore. It was too much - at least on her first time. Charli let out a shuddering yowl of appreciation and release. Almost unnoticed the metal chain dropped from her mouth. The fingers didn't pause in their exploration - Charli had earned her reward...

Left Back At Home

The file was on his phone. Kent had already watched it several times that night but it seemed every time he shut it off he didn't last long before he felt the fierce desire building in him to watch it again.

The file opened on a small metal device, almost like a cage. It was shaped like a small drooping penis. Attached to it was a lock and a key.

He heard his wife's voice.

"Isn't it wonderful darling? Master is so good to us. I said you were worried abut the - you know - so he said that if you behave yourself you will be able to have one of these instead. You will behave yourself won't you? You'll be able to wear this so there'll be no danger of us breaking our little agreement with Master. Master says I won't want anything to do with a little white boy after tonight anyway but it's always better to be safe than sorry. When Master comes to take me out he can bring the key and then you can clean yourself while we are away. Just so long as I have locked you back up before he leaves. He says white boys are sneaky and can't be trusted but I promised you will be good. You will be good won't you - because otherwise..."

He recognised his wife's wedding ring as a pair of feminine fingers appeared on screen and gave a 'snipping' motion.

Even as he saw the image he felt his cock stiffen. He knew what was coming next.

He heard another female voice - he recognised that it belonged to Georgia.

"Well Kent we've taken Anna here out for a little make-over. Want to see?"

The camera swung round and he saw his wife stood in the doorway. He felt a jolt when he saw her face She looked happier and more excited than he had seen her in years. His hand dropped to his penis, fully erect now. He paused the picture on screen and looked carefully at his wife

She looked amazing. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She wore her Master's collar and hanging from it was a top of black netting that clung tight to the upper part of her body and obscured almost nothing. Her breasts were barely covered by one thin strip of solid material within the mesh. The pale skin of her arms and shoulders was left exposed as was perhaps an inch above her skirt. That skirt was also black, of tight PVC, and came down only half way to her knees. Then there was another couple of inches of enticingly bare perfect pale skin before the black garters that held up her stockings. On her feet were a pair of kitten heels - black as well, save for the startling flash of scarlet from their soles.

Kent's breath was almost catching in his throat. He couldn't believe how hot Anna looked. He realised how long he had taken her for granted - realised how lucky he had been to have her. Remembered why she was dressed like this - what she was doing now even as he repeatedly watched this clip.

"Come to the camera honey - show us that jewellery."

His screen was filed by an image of his wife's ankle. On it was a graceful silver anklet, showing clearly against her stocking. A 'Queen of Spades' charm and the letters 'B', 'B' and 'C' hung from it.

"Sends a message doesn't it Kent. I think everyone will know what she's there for."

His hand moved up and down his penis. Unable to resist the delicious depravity of it all.

"My Master would probably take her himself - but of course he's saving all his seed to give me my first Black baby. So we're going out to select Anna's first Black bull. I think there'll be plenty of volunteers - what do you think Kent?

Kent had no doubt in the matter. His pudgy fist raced up and down on his cock.

"My Master and I are meeting up with Shaka and his new white bitch. Then we'll take Anna here down to a little place they know. My Master says she's certain to get just exactly what she needs there. Talk to you later."

The clip ended. Kent stopped wanking and looked around for something, anything, to distract him. He turned on the TV and checked Netflix but it was hopeless. He could only think of one thing.

His phone buzzed. He grabbed it and found another clip waiting there for him.

The clip opened to a night-time scene of dilapidated but mostly still occupied row-houses. He heard the voice of Izeye. "Grew up three streets over - it ain't improved none by the looks of it." He turned and the camera caught a view of a patched and weed-strewn sidewalk before it was carried up a few steps into the nearest dwelling.

The house seemed clean enough but the walls showed cracks and peeling plaster in places. Like the rest of the neighborhood it had seen much better days.

The camera was passed over to a white hand and now Kent heard Georgia's voice. "Well, we had a change of plans. Your pretty little wife found Antoine at the party and Antoine wasn't going to wait until we got all the way back to Shaka's place. So we're at his crib in The Grits."

Kent's heart almost stopped. That place had a terrible reputation - one of the toughest hoods in a notorious city. Only last week in the news...

The voice of Georgia cut over his thoughts and concerns. "Now can we guess what's going on in here?" She had stopped outside a door that was just ajar. From inside the mike on the phone picked up the noise of protesting bedsprings and the rhythmic thudding noise that could only be one thing.

Kent's eyes were glued to the screen of his device. He was willing Georgia to push open the door and go inside.

"My Master says that as a special treat we can take a peak inside but after this no more till you agree to wear the cage like a good little white boy."

A white hand pressed on the door and eased it open so he could see inside the room. The light was on and his brain quickly took it all in. The walls desperately in need of a coat of paint, the shabby sticks of furniture, the old battered mattress showing where the sheet thrown over it had pulled away. Most of all, of course, the two of them. The big powerful Black body almost covering the smaller white one. The white arms grasping his back and the white knees pulled up on either side of him as he thrust home again and again.

He knew who it was but Georgia wasn't going to leave him in any doubt. She walked round the bed carefully ensuring the action on the bed remained in full view. Finally she focused in on the white woman's face as she lay under her muscular potent Black lover. "How's your first time Anna?"

Anna didn't answer. She couldn't. But then she didn't need to. The picture told so much more than any number of words. Her flushed cheeks, her open mouth, her ragged breathing and the look of wild need, almost desperation, in her wide-open eyes. She was being fucked like she had never been fucked before, like she had never imagined that any man could fuck her. She was learning the truth about herself, about her desires and about her future. There really never could be any going back to her old life after this.

There was a sudden high sound, a keening almost screech of desire and sexual release. Kent heard it and he knew the truth as well. Whatever control he had ever had over this whole situation was long gone.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, do it, do it, cum in meeeeeeee."

His wife's wail of surrender came across loud and clear. He saw the muscular Black buttocks tense as they drove the cock harder and deeper into Anna. It couldn't last much longer and it didn't. Maybe twenty seconds later the man grunted. "Fuck yeah, take my nut bitch." His body crashed against hers a couple of more times and then lay still on her. His mouth sought and found hers in a deep, soul-entwining kiss of sexual fulfilment.

The camera returned around the room and then moved back out through the door.

"Well - looks like little Anna is well and truly Blacked. What do you think Kent? Antoine was tested so he was the obvious choice. We don't want those nasty rubbers getting in the way do we. There were three other magnificent Black men interested but my Master and Shaka told them to get tested and come back next week. So it looks like your wife will be very busy. Meanwhile I can't waste any more time on you because my Master has plans for me. Perhaps he'll soon have the same plans for Anna too if she's lucky. Remember to be all clean and ready for your cage when we get back..."

Making His Mark

Georgia lay on the couch face down. She felt the air on her naked back and heard him behind her. His lips brushed the pale skin of her back and she purred her contentment. Being his slave had its delights as well as its consequences. Though she still feared what was to come she knew that she would not be anywhere else at that moment.

Her Master had approved of her work with Anne. The younger women had been claimed and had willingly begun her new life. He had particularly enjoyed Georgia's suggestion that Anne's husband should be made to wear a cuckold cage. He knew the value of ritual in a relationship such as theirs. The ritual of placing on and locking the cage. The ritual of releasing him only when it was certain he could not be with his wife. Such things were important - just like what they were there to do today.

She had showered but she still felt the delicious fatigue of a woman who had been well-fucked. That always felt good but now it had an extra power to it. Her Master had made his intentions clear. He intended to make her pregnant, to have her carry his c***d, to make her his baby-momma. She couldn't have told you at what point she had accepted that situation and begun to yearn for its fulfilment. She only knew that she wanted it - to make new life with this beautiful man who had shown her a way out of her boring white-bread existence.

Before coming out here she had stood in front of her mirror and examined her reflection. She had seen the small lines on her face, the little tell-tale signs elsewhere that she was in the latter part of her thirties. Was that it? Was she in thrall to her body clock - to the knowledge that the opportunity would not always be there? Her only c***d, Charli, would be twenty next month. She had been so young when she had given birth to and then raised her daughter. She knew how hard it had been - even with a husband. Her Master had his own wife and family - she knew that. It would be hard work raising a new c***d alone but she knew that she wanted it more than anything.

There would be implications. What was left of her old life would probably have to go. The imminent new school year would be her last at her current job. She didn't feel guilty about that. She had worked with her assistant for three years and knew Marcia could step up. For her own future she had rung Mr Taylor - the challenges and the opportunities he offered were too exciting to ignore.

She had worried, of course, that her probable need for maternity leave would be an issue. Mr Taylor had just laughed and said that it wasn't unknown in his organisation. It had all seemed to fit into place so neatly, so temptingly.

She kept a careful watch on her body's rhythms now and knew that she would be at her most fertile over the next couple of days. Her Master hadn't been inclined to wait. He had brought her here and had begun undressing her almost before they got in through the door. There was a little flat above the business - nothing luxurious but all that they needed. He had fucked her but he had also made love to her. He had been urgent, strong, powerful - demanding from her the greatest gift that any woman could give to any man. Finally he had planted heavy spurts of his seed deep into her willing body and had held her in his arms as they both luxuriated in the after-glow.

"Do you do this to all your women?"

He didn't answer - he just gave a little smile as if he had been expecting the question.

"Do you bring them all here - do you make love to them - do you..."

"No. I never even meet some - mostly those overseas. If a woman stays in 'the Game' long enough she will usually find her way here or somewhere like this. You know why. As for anything else - I give a woman what she needs. If she needs me to make love then I'll do that. If she needs to be fucked then I fuck her. But just a few really special cases need a little more..."

His hand came to rest gently on her belly. She knew what he was saying. She didn't know if it was just bullshit and she realised that she didn't care. He was going to give her just what she needed and that was all that really mattered.

Then they showered and he took her downstairs to his business.

***

She felt a cool liquid on the small of her back. His expert hand smoothed it across her skin. It was going to happen soon. She feared it but she wanted it too. This needed to happen now - soon it might have to be delayed nine months and that wouldn't feel right. It proved her Master right again - these rituals were so important.

"You ready babe?"

It was framed as a question but she knew it was more a request for her consent. She gave it and tensed ready for the first sting. Instead she again felt a kiss on her shoulder.

"Relax baby - that's half the game."

She made a physical effort to relax her muscles and prepare herself for what she needed to do. She heard the hum as he started up his machine. She tensed again for a moment before she forced herself to relax. Then she felt the sting as he began his work. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't half as bad as she had feared. Even if it had been she knew it would still be worth it.

As he worked she realised that he hadn't even shown her what design he was permanently applying to her body. He hadn't needed to of course. She had seen it several times on the video clips she had seen. The two faces, one White and one Black, forming a yin and yang symbol. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sting in her back and the buzzing of the needle. She thought about the symbolism of that design - what it meant. The attraction of opposites to make the complete whole, the sun and the moon, the pure joy of true harmony and oneness. The sting faded in her consciousness as her Master's skilful hands worked on her with speed and precision.

***

It was done. Izeye, her Master, gave her a leaflet on taking care of her new tattoo, the mark that showed that she belonged to him.

"Remember on Friday night you meeting Shaka's little protégé at my wife's place. Now Shaka he's like my friend James or, God help us, that old bastard Levy - none of them ever met a pretty White girl they didn't want to see carrying their baby..."

Awaiting Her Goddess's Pleasure

Charli kept her head lowered. She felt the weight of the collar on her neck, felt the anticipation among the unseen gathered audience. Even after she had been allowed to return home she had come to live for these moments. Each session was different in detail but the pattern was there. The anticipation of the drive here - the preparation - the display before the all-female audience. The audience many of whom would soon be coming forward to share in enjoyment of her body. She shivered a little as she remembered the intensity of those moments - when she was given to the experienced fingers and tongues. How she had squirmed and struggled and howled as strong female hands held her in position for their ministrations. How after each session she wanted more, a need that only grew with every passing hour until she was called for again.

There was a pattern to each session but there were always certain differences and nuances to each experience for her. This time, for instance, Kali herself had brought the fruit drink that each girl was given before they were taken out onto the stage. As she drank Charli had felt her every move being scrutinised by the almost feline amber eyes of her Goddess. It was also the first time that she had been called for on a Thursday evening rather than the usual Saturday.

She knelt with the other girls and awaited her Goddess's pleasure. There were four of them today She knew Ellie, a dark-haired vivacious girl. The other two were new to her.

They heard the steps of Kali's boots as she moved in front of them. They waited to hear the click of her fingers and then, but only then, their blind-folds were removed and they were allowed to raise their heads to look at her. Charli heard herself gasp with surprise. Her Goddess normally wore a simple business outfit - severe but classy. Today she was very different. She wore heeled tight leather boots that stretched up to above her knees. Then the dark skin of her thighs were bare until they reached a pair of tiny black bikini bottoms. She wore a khaki belt with two small pockets attached. Then her stomach was bare until it reached her black sheer bra. It held her breasts in place but was effectively see-through - Charli could see Kali's nipples clearly as they pushed hard against the thin material. Over her shoulders and covering her arms Kali had a PVC top that left most of her chest and cleavage exposed. Her long black hair was free of its usual strictly braided ponytail. Now it flowed freely down over her shoulders.

Charli couldn't take her eyes off her Goddess - she seemed to exude sex and power from every pore. Her body was muscular but very feminine - without an ounce of spare fat. Her breasts and butt were full but proportionate. She was the most beautiful woman, the most beautiful person, the most beautiful ANYTHING that Charli had ever seen.

The African-American woman was enjoying the girls' reaction, studying each of them with those amazing almost amber eyes of hers. Finally she gave a little knowing smile and began almost to purr out her message to them.

"My sweet little pets. I've got you all here since you are the cream of this quarter's crop and today we have two very special duties to address. We need to pay the rent of course," the woman laughed to herself, "everyone has to do that. But first we have a little show." She turned and made a gesture with one PVC-clad arm. "Our audience expects only the best and do I not provide it?"

The last words were delivered out in a more strident demanding voice - clearly aimed at the audience.

The response set Charli's heart beating in her chest again. All her attention had been focused on her Goddess - until she heard them she hadn't realised that this crowd was different. The tone of the response was louder and deeper than usual - there were men out there. She gave a quick glance and saw something else - this crowd was overwhelmingly Black save for a few white women. She saw no white men.

Kali's boots clicked on the flooring as she moved to the girl on Charli's right. Her hand gently cupped the girl's chin. The girl looked up - her eyes wide. Charli was reminded of a pet puppy gazing up at her mistress with pure adoration. It was almost disconcerting - especially since she knew that when her time came she would gaze up at Kali with just the same worship, just the same desperate desire to please.

"I think, my sweet, that you are one of my gold star girls." The voice was silky, soothing and coaxing in the same measure.

"Yes Goddess."

Charli had come to know what that meant. A girl who had only loved women - had never been with a man, had probably never felt any desire to do so.

"Today's activities involve men - are you still willing to represent us, to represent me."

Charli watched intently. There was a look of pain in the other girl's eyes. She didn't want to do this - that was clear - but after a long jagged few seconds she finally answered.

"Yes Goddess - I am here to serve you."

Kali smiled, raised the girl to her feet and kissed her hard on the mouth. A rare honour for one of her trainees.

"Your readiness to serve is enough. I have plenty of work for a gold star girl." She gestured and the girl took her place standing at Kali's side.

Kali reached into one of her belt-pockets as she carefully observed the remaining kneeling figures. "Ellie has already proved herself - I'm not sure today's guest deserves the pleasure her skills would bring him. So its between Catherine and Charli here. Each of you have done well as my pupils - each will have many opportunities to please me as we progress."

Charli's heart pounded fast in her chest as she saw her Goddess take something from her pocket and then walk across to her. Kali's fingers skilfully clipped a leash onto Charli's collar.

"It's time for you to gain a schooling in another of our little ways. You girls help get things ready."

Ellie and Catherine joined two Black women in moving to prepare the stage for the main show. An apparatus like an old gym horse was wheeled into the center of the space and then secured there. Finally they were ready and Kali clapped her hands.

Two women led out a naked white figure. He was about 5'11'', lean and athletic, perhaps 30 years old and he had a large dragon tattoo across his back. He looked like he might have been a musician in an indie band. For a fleeting second Charli thought that she might have found him attractive once - before she had learned better, before she had been taught better by her Master and her Goddess.

The man was led carefully forward by Cheyenne and Shay, the two Black girls who had taken charge of Charli on her own first appearance here. They were careful not to rush the man who was blind-folded.

Kali walked up to the man and gently touched his shoulder with a riding crop. The man seemed to start back in alarm. Kali smiled and her amber eyes narrowed as she admired her prize.

"You know why you are here?"

A few moments of silence were followed by the crack of the crop landing on the man's back. He gave a little yell, more of surprise than pain. Charli noticed the crop had a broad tip which dissipated the energy of a blow. It would sting but not really hurt you. She knew that from experience.

"I'm still waiting..."

The man stubbornly shook his head.

Kali gestured and Ellie ran to her side with a tablet device. "Did you post this? Something about how only a 'beta-cuck' would let his wife go with 'monkeys'? How Black folks were only fit to be 'slaves'?"

There was a growl of anger from the audience. The blind-fold man stiffened where he stood - sensing the hostility around him.

Kali handed back the device to her white trainee. "There's a lot more there on Literotica and on other sites too isn't there? Did you post them?"

This time the delay was infinitesimal before the crop cracked on the man's back with all the force Kali could put behind it. The man howled this time. Again Charli knew that the visuals over-stated the actual effect. It would be painful for a moment but nothing a strapping young man like this couldn't handle.

"Yes... Yes... It was me."

"No shit Einstein. You think we couldn't see through that little username of yours. Black folks ain't nearly so dumb as you been taking us for. Strap him up."

The last words were directed to Shay and Cheyenne. They hustled the man across to the gym horse and tied his wrists with shackles attached to its top. He was left standing bent over the horse with his back exposed. He could move perhaps a couple of inches to left or right before the girls bent to shackle his feet too. Now he was at their mercy.

"We'll deal with the insubordination first." Kali was business-like. "It's time you cracka boys realised your place in the sexual pecking-order. You best treat yo' betters with due respect or there'll be consequences." She strolled to her rack of devices and selected a whip. "I think we'll take a lead from your ancestors on the plantations eh cracka boy." There was a murmur of approval from the audience. "Get that hood off him - let the cameras focus in and let everyone know just who we dealing with here."

Cheyenne skilfully removed the blind-fold. The man's face was revealed, his eyes blinking as he adjusted to the light and noticed the audience. He had a slightly long face but he was handsome enough. His eyes were brown and wide as he anticipated what was to come next. He flinched when he heard the crack of the whip.

Again Charli could speak from experience. She had felt this whip once and it certainly did hurt. However, it was still on the lower end of Kali's big bag of tricks. It wouldn't cut the skin or raise vicious weals like the sjambok.

Kali stepped forward, set herself and then delivered the whip across the man's naked back. Again Charli's experience told her that Kali was 'selling' the blow a little - not putting all her weight behind it - but it was enough to hurt like fuck where the whip landed.

The man howled and tested his shackles for a moment before resuming his position for the next blow and the next and the next,

"You real lucky cracka. Back in the day they used worse than this for a hundred, two hundred lashes. You just taking fifteen from my little toy here." Kali cracked the whip impressively on the floor again before laying the whip to the mans back again.

His pale skin was reddened now - showing where the blows were falling. Charli could again admire her Goddess's skill - no two blows fell exactly in the same position. From her close position and angle she could also see what most of the crowd couldn't - the man's pink prick was hard against the leather of the horse. She marvelled at how, even when hard, they looked so weak and soft compared to a beautiful Big Black Cock. She involuntarily glanced into the audience - seeing all the Black men there, many with a white woman in tow. She imagined herself performing for these men. Herself being given to them for their pleasure. She felt the heat of her desire - knew that her sexuality could not be contained in narrow bonds. She knew that she could give and take pleasure from almost everyone in that club. Almost everyone - she couldn't see how the man strapped to the horse could be of any use to her.

Kali struck fifteen times and then moved close to the man. Her long sharp finger-nails raked the bruised skin of his back. He moaned at the exquisite sensations produced. Kali smiled and stepped back. "Where is your wife tonight?"

"She's gone out."

"Alone."

"No - with her ... boyfriend."

"Her boyfriend? I think you mean her man. Tell me, would this man of hers be a Black man?"

The man nodded his head.

"But you are still with her. No change except for these pathetic posts on the internet. Tell me - whose idea was it for your wife to find herself a real man, a Black man."

"She liked the idea - she's always found Black guys hot."

"Whose IDEA was it - who SUGGESTED it?"

"Me." The man's head hung - supposedly in shame. Charli wasn't fooled - he was getting off on it. His erection didn't lie. She saw Kali shake her head a little.

"Hypocrisy is what they call it. Never could stand for it. Another ten strokes I think." Kali was stern again.

The man turned his head sharply to try to see her. He howled and protested as the whip began landing again. It seemed that hadn't been part of the agreement. Well, tough shit. Kali ran things in this club.

Charli saw the last blow fall and then Shay and Cheyenne moved in to smooth soothing cream onto the punished skin of his back. Then they untied him. As he was pulled clear of the horse Charli realised that he no longer had his erection. He also looked rather less certain of himself. Whatever agenda had been agreed for tonight he now knew that Kali might tear it up. Charli assumed he had a safe word but how could he know that Kali would even honor that deal. Charli thought she knew the answer to that but this was Kali's club and Kali made and could break any rules that there were here.

Kali picked up her crop again. She ran it gently up and down the man's body as he watched her, his eyes wide.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of him. "We need to get some clothes on you - I can't stand looking at you." She gestured and Catherine ran on with a bag of clothes. "Put these on - just like your wife knows you've been doing at home."

Now the man's face was as red as his back. Catherine displayed the clothes - a little top and a short pleated skirt, some cute little Pikachu socks and a pair of frilly panties. The man looked at Kali - the pleading in his eyes wasn't feigned now.

Kali was remorseless. "Come on now - you didn't think your wife hadn't noticed? But you were trying to keep it a secret - so we need to get on video how you really like to dress don't we. Let everyone here - and everyone watching at home - know how you look as a little sissy."

The man picked up the lace panties and looked at Kali again.

"Well we can end this here or you can get dressed like a good little - what was it - beta-cuck? Your choice..."

Charli momentarily felt sympathy for him. The fight between reason and desire that was being fought out in his brain. She'd been there. Then she felt impatience. He was too far in to turn back now. Time he understand that he had already made his choice and would have to take the consequences.

The man began to step into the lace panties and pull them up. Kali flashed a glance at Charli and smiled. It was, not for the first time, as if the older Black woman could read her mind.

Kali gave her the crop. "He's made his choice. If he hesitates now then give him a little tap on the balls with that to keep him in line. It's about all the use they are on a cracka boy."

The man looked at Charli for the first time. It had been a look of alarm but immediately became something else. Charli knew that look - the look of desire. She was, after all, a very beautiful young woman and she was naked save for her collar and leash. However, that didn't mean she wanted any white boy looking at her like that. She brought the crop up sharply between the man's legs. She might have done it a little harder than she had intended but the effect was the desired one. He doubled up in pain and when he looked again he looked with fear, with respect.

Once the man had squeezed into his wife's over-stretched clothes he was sat in a chair and Catherine and Ellie began to work on him. His long blonde hair was arranged into pig-tails and make-up applied, notably bright red lip-stick. The girls giggled as they worked. The man just seemed dazed, all too aware of the cameras recording every moment. Realising that the video would be all over the internet within minutes. Knowing that there was no way back after this. Knowing that the show and his humiliation were far from finished.

Kali took his attention again - teasing him. "How do you like my little friend Charli here? Would you like to fuck her? Well, sadly, Charli hasn't much use for little cracka sissies like you. But we can arrange the next best thing. Get up and put your hands on the horse."

The man obeyed. When he next saw Kali he understood what she had meant. She handed a leather harness to Charli which the white girl put on. He saw her magnificent firm breasts jiggle as she pulled on the straps and again felt the blood pump through his body with desire for her. That wasn't on the agenda however. He swallowed as he saw her adjust her belt - saw the six inches of dildo pointing out in front of her.

"You know what to do sissy." Kali's voice was imperious, brooking no dissent.

His hands gripped the leather of the horse as he bent his body forward and moved his legs apart. He felt the beautiful fresh-looking young girl move up behind him and grasp his hips. It wasn't like he hadn't known this might happen - or like he hadn't used his wife's toys on himself before. He had come clean and prepared, just in case. But it was so depraved that a girl like that was taking him. He felt his cock start to stiffen as the girl began to push her strap-on into him.

Charli had to be honest - it didn't do much for her. Since coming here she'd been much more used to being on the receiving end of one of these things. Frankly, that was much more her scene. She decided to vent her frustration by slapping the man's big pink butt-cheek. He almost squealed his protest. She looked at Kali who nodded. Charli spanked him again and again, building up the strength and speed of her thrusts into him. The man started grunting with every one of her thrusts. It didn't do much for her but she knew the visuals had to be good from the audience's reaction. They were enjoying the show and she kept going till Kali tapped on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. The girl's eyes opened wide as she heard the instruction.

Charli withdrew - to be replaced by Kali - her belt holding a twelve-inch black dildo. Kali began working the monster into him. The man gasped and whimpered but kept his position and kept his erection.

Charli returned with a metal trash can. She crouched down in front of the man and very ostentatiously put on a thick rubber glove. She felt the man's body above her rhythmically shifting forward and backwards as Kali plundered his butt-hole. With each deep plunge she heard the man grunt, expelling breath. She reached forward with her gloved hand and lifted his short plaid skirt.

Kali's voice was unhurried, any effort of plugging the man barely registering. She had done this so many times before - he wasn't the first white boy she'd taught a new role. "Where did you say your wife was? With her man, yes, but where?"

The man just kept grunting every time the brutal dildo was pushed forward into him. He didn't know where his wife was and at that moment he didn't care. He was wallowing in his submission to Kali - in his humiliation and degradation before the audiences watching him. Kali had to speak twice before he tuned into her voice again.

"I said LOOK UP SISSY!"

He looked up and his eyes focused on his wife. She looked amazing in a slashed black evening dress with diamonds at her throat - diamonds that he had bought her. Her eyes were wide as she intently watched him. She had harboured her suspicions but their confirmation still surprised her. Her husband might have sent her down this path but she had still doubted his commitment to it - had felt he would abandon her if she went too far. She doubted his commitment no more. She suddenly knew that if a time came to part it would be her decision and not his.

Anyone with a view could see the obscene bulge in the man's tight lace panties. Charli eased them down and left his hard prick standing up against his toned stomach. She took care to touch it only with her gloved hand.

An African-American man had joined the man's wife. He was dark-skinned, his hair shaved short save for a broad stripe. He wore gold earrings and his smile showed more gold. A hand with thick gold rings took her waist while the other fumbled with his pants. The woman eased her legs apart almost automatically - she knew what her man wanted.

"Cracka boy wanted to see his wife blacked?" Kali's voice was mocking. "Titus there has been asking her to dump her pills for a while now but she was worried about you. She needed a demonstration in the ways of the world. Which is why we let you know about this place and well..." She let his voice trail off as she continued to work on him.

Titus casually lifted his woman's skirt and moved forward behind her. Soon his thrusts into her were almost in time with Kali's - the couple being fucked together as the audience watched.

"Tell the sissy," grunted Titus.

"I'm not going to take any more of my birth control. Titus has agreed to keep me well fucked until I'm carrying a real man's baby."

Titus laughed - his teeth flashing in the lights. He was relishing his triumph - looking forward to seeing this hot-wife's belly growing with his c***d.

Charli noted Kali's wink and began to slowly stroke the man's hard pink prick with her gloved hand. She felt it already rock-hard and almost twitching at her touch. He wouldn't last long.

Kali was speaking again. "You enjoying yourself little cuck. I know a club not far from here where some black men would have lots of fun with a pretty little cracka sissy like you. How does that sound?"

The man moaned. Was it despair, dread, fear of the temptation placed before him? Would he be able to resist it? Did he want to resist it? Had his true self been revealed?

Kali laughed - it didn't much matter to her. It would be amusing to turn the little sissy out but that wasn't the night's main aim.

"It won't be Titus' first. You can see what a powerful Black bull he is. Strong potent seed - it won't take him long to give your wife just what she needs. Won't take long before everyone will know that you weren't man enough for the job. Before they all know that she had to find a real man."

The man groaned again. Charli felt his cock jump in her hand. He was getting very close. She quickly moved the trash can into place.

"His strong African seed going deep into that lovely fertile wife of yours - claiming her for the Black man. But what about your poor weak watery rubbish? I think we know where that belongs don't we."

The man's face was red now and his eyes staring. For a moment Charli feared he was going to have a heart attack. Instead he gave a high pitched gasp and then they heard the dull noise of his semen hitting the bottom of the metal trash can. Charli carefully milked him of all she could and then tucked him back into his panties as Kali pulled out of his ass. Kali stood with her strap-on still jutting out from in front of her.

"Clean it," she barked the order as she clicked her fingers at the man. He sank to his knees and began to fellate the Black shaft as Kali held her fingers in his hair.

Charli stood up and peeled off her glove before tossing it into the trash. She looked across at the man's wife - still being fucked hard from behind as the crowd roared its approval. The woman was staring straight ahead but seemingly seeing nothing. All that mattered was the strong Black cock powering in and out of her, the potent baby-making seed that would soon be planted into her. Titus pushed his arms up under her shoulders and held her body close to his as he fucked her hard. Her jaw dropped and her eyes glazed - she seemed stunned by what was happening and by what was going to happen.

Kali gave a little gesture with her head and Charli responded. She walked the few steps over to the woman and fondled the woman's breast through her dress. The woman gasped and her eyes focused on Charli just as the blonde girl moved forward to kiss her. Their mouths and tongues met.

Titus seemed to enjoy the show. He gave a last thrust and growled as he spent his load deep into the woman. He held her as he slowly moved in and out of her - making sure every last drop went deep into her. The woman shuddered with passion, sandwiched between her powerful Black lover and the tall white girl.

"Your babies are going to be beautiful," cooed Charli. Her eyes were locked onto the woman's - feeling her emotion. Then she sensed Titus watching her.

"Soon be your turn," was all Titus said.

The Audition

"You enjoy my little show?" Kali seemed highly amused.

"Shit - not my fucking rodeo that's for sure," one of the two men, the huge one with the tattoos, said. "You really going to turn that white boy out. That's fucking sick!"

The older man with him took a more indulgent view. "Peace Tyrone. Each to his and her own. Wouldn't want to interfere with how Kali here runs her business. By the way, how much did our friend there pay?"

"Five grand," replied Kali with a smirk, "but we gave him a few extras."

"Damn," said Tyrone, "you mean that dumb cracka paid for the privilege. Always new things to learn in this crazy world!"

"Live, let live and find a way to make green on it," said Kali still smiling.

"That's how I preach it too" said the older man approvingly.

Tyrone nodded his agreement but then sighed. "All true - but not sure I needs to be seeing it that's all."

Kali gave him a wry look. "Feel it's a challenge to your sexuality Tyrone?"

Tyrone looked startled that someone would say something like that to him. His eyes flashed dangerously for a moment but then he reconsidered. You didn't mess with Kali - everyone knew that. His street-sense told him what to do. He said and did nothing.

"c***dren, c***dren," said the older man calmly. "Tyrone meant no offense and I'm sure the same is true of you Kali. Now make peace so we can do what we came here for."

Kissing and making up didn't seem appropriate so Tyrone gently raised a huge fist and allowed Kali to bump it with her much smaller one.

"All's ready Goddess," Cheyenne gave the message and then retreated to the back of the stage.

The huge room was almost empty now - but the theatre for the night was not yet completed. The cameras still recorded. The noise of Kali's boots echoed as she moved back to the center of the stage and stood before the three white girls, kneeling and awaiting her pleasure just as they had at the start of the evening.

"I have selected you three girls as eligible for selection tonight. Selection to perform a most valuable service for your Goddess and your friends and lovers here."

She had their attention - all three gazed adoringly at her. All wondered who the two men with her were. She moved to enlighten them.

"This club is housed in buildings owned by our illustrious visitor today, Mr Taylor."

The girls looked as the older Black man stepped forward and slightly nodded his head.

"Mr Taylor chooses not to collect a monetary rent - instead he takes a lesson from classical history. When King Minos ruled Crete he took from the Greeks an annual tribute of the most pleasing of their young boys and girls. It didn't end well for them. Mr Taylor is much more generous. Each quarter he takes just one of our prize trainees to work at his club for six months. " Kali smiled her little mocking smile, "With us no lives are lost - quite the opposite in fact."

The girls each darted glances at the genial figure of Mr Taylor, as well as at his huge brooding companion Tyrone. Neither spoke - happy to leave the explanation to Kali.

"You are my beautiful prize pets. But there is one thing that you cannot experience with my girls here. That something is a specialism of Mr Taylor's club." She looked at Taylor.

Tyrone handed a phone to his boss who politely thanked him and then spoke into the device, "We are ready Antwan."

After a few moments the door opened and a tall Black man emerged carrying two large suitcases. Behind him came a young woman - fair and with shoulder-length blonde hair. That wasn't what caught the girls' attention. Her profile showed that she was pregnant, perhaps four months pregnant.

Kali moved forward and took the girl's hands, a welcoming smile illuminating her face. "Alyssa - you look wonderful."

Mr Taylor finally spoke. "Alyssa was quite a favourite with us. She represented you to the highest standard and, as you can see, has performed her duties succesfully." He rested a paternal hand on the girl's protruding belly. "Speaking of which..."

Kali gestured to the three girls who each rose to their feet and stood obediently waiting. The three Black men moved forward and began to examine them from every angle. Mr Taylor asked an occasional question - his two colleagues were a little more 'hands-on.'

Finally Mr Taylor stepped back and the others reluctantly followed him. Antwan explained, "You will be working as 'entertainment' for us. Just so you are aware - our membership is all-Black. You need explaining what your most important duties will be?"

The three girls looked at Alyssa. They didn't need it spelling out for them - her swollen belly was eloquent.

"Anyone wish to exclude themselves from selection?"

The girls had seen how Kali had treated Alyssa - how the girl had clearly won her Goddess's approval. None of them moved. Kali smiled - she had trained them well.

Charli looked at the three men as they consulted . She already knew that they would pick her. It wasn't some sort of vanity - she just knew. Antwan had looked at her very intently and clearly liked what he saw. The big one, Tyrone, had almost been drooling over her. Mr Taylor had been polite - almost paternal if that didn't sound ridiculous. He was much harder to read than the others but two of the three votes were coming her way for sure.

"You sure," murmured Taylor.

Antwan nodded in response. "Also - we'd best ask her age."

"Ah fuck it," muttered Tyrone. "You see them tits and that fucking butt. Knew she was too good to be true."

Taylor raised a hand. "Take another look at the dark-haired girl. Look at them eyes and that smile - most times she'd be the stand-out for sure."

Tyrone always preferred blonde blue-eyed hos but he took another look at Ellie. She was a fine-looking piece for sure. The girl noticed him looking at her and smiled, her eyes seeming to sparkle with mischief. Tyrone felt his big Black cock start to stiffen. Say what you like about Kali she never supplied anything but the finest of young white bitches.

Taylor gave each of his followers a glance and then nodded towards Ellie. Cheyenne came forward and attached a leash to Ellie's collar before handing it to Antwan. the big African-American led her off with Tyrone 'assisting' - if placing a huge Black hand on her bare butt-cheek counted as helping.

Taylor himself paused. "Catherine would be welcome to join us - at her request of course. Charli too - but her age..."

"I'm 20 next month," blurted Charli. She had been bemused to see the choice fall on Ellie. More surprisingly, she had found she was fucking furious. Ellie was a lovely girl but fuck - they'd picked another girl ahead of her!

Taylor reached into his pocket and produced a card. He wrote a number on it with a gold pen. "The day you turn 21 - or perhaps a day after - if you are still interested then you know what to do."

Taylor turned and walked out of the club after a nod of appreciation to Kali. As ever the woman had arranged everything to perfection and all had transpired just as they had previously arranged that it should.

On The Job Training



"Fuck it girl, now you starting to look the part." Roni punctuated her comment with her usual brittle laugh.

"That the sort of thing you was talking about." The African-American woman who ran the store was much more businesslike, addressing her remarks to Georgia rather than the woman she was dressing.

***

Georgia had asked Roni to come along. The Black woman had skills and experience that Georgia knew it would take her years to match. Some of these areas were not places for two white women to go alone but for Roni this wasn't 'the ghetto' - it was home. Georgia also couldn't deny that she had been happy to have Roni with her for another reason.

The owner of the little clothes store was friendly enough - an attractive woman of Georgia's own age. However, Georgia couldn't forget that this was Leez - her Master's wife. The two of them should have been trying to claw each other's eyes out. Instead Leez had made the position crystal clear when they had arrived at the store.

"Just so's we get this understood. My man has got one wife but he's the Master of a whole load of white hos. You figure your place and keep to it and everything will be fine. But just remember that he's MY man. Forget that and you'll soon find yo'self back in the suburbs dating white boys. Got that?"

She fixed both white women with a sharp gaze before giving a nod of satisfaction at their reaction. "Meanwhile we'd best move on to business - trust you've got plenty of play on your credit card 'cos it's gonna take a beating."

Georgia's instructions from her Master had been clear. Dee, Shaka's new play-thing, had proved in need of some practical training. The explanation for that hadn't been hard to locate.

"It's my husband, David. We've been married for twelve years and he never liked ... that sort of thing - he said it was dirty."

"Fuck girl," Roni was derisive, "even most crackas ain't so bugged as that!"

Georgia had been a little more patient. "You have to understand Dee, you aren't with your husband now. You are with real men. If you want them to meet your needs then you have to be able to satisfy theirs. These are alpha males - they don't have trouble finding women. If you want to compete then you need to be able to exercise every skill and every part of you to please these men."

"She's got a good little body on her," Leez had been appraising Dee's 5'4" frame with professional skill. "But that won't mean nothing if she ain't got the right attitude. So, girl, you ready to take the step - you want to go home or you want to be Shaka's shorty?"

Everyone knew what the answer to that was but it was important that Dee said it, not least so that she admitted it to herself.

"I want to ... be with Shaka."

"What you saying - let's be clear - you ready to be Shaka's ho?"

"Yes I want to be Shaka's ho."

"Wanting something don't always mean you gonna get it. We need to school you girl."

"And," Roni cut in, "you have come to just the right place and got with just the right people. Time Shaka's new little bitch got herself turned out."

***

"Now I'm not saying that the 'School mom' look don't rev some engines. Where is it you teaching?"

Dee didn't answer Leez's question. Instead she shot a panicked glance at Georgia.

"If anyone was after blackmail fuel don't you think they've already got plenty enough. Just the fact you're here, for instance. I assume you didn't tell David where you were going tonight. That right?"

Dee considered that and Georgia watched her face as she processed the information. Dee was already in too deep for turning back to have any safety. She was already risking everything whether she went on or not. A woman could crumble when faced with that stark realization or she could take strength from it and power on with her new life.

Dee's chin set a little and then she made her decision. "I've only just moved back to this part of the country but I've been offered a post for second semester of this year at Tubman High."

"Damn," said Roni, "that's being built not far from me. These new schools supposed to be a fresh start but you sure you ready for the inner city girl?"

Georgia knew the name as well. It was one of the schools that Mr Taylor had suggested as a potential future position for her.

Leez was still carefully assessing Dee's body and checking out her relatively demure outfit. "I bet you'll be a first crush for a lotta young Black boys. Swap this blouse for a sleeveless one and lose a couple of inches off the skirt and you'll be a 'hot teacher' for sure. Today, tho, we doing more serious business."

Leez and Roni left Dee standing there as they went to search among the racks.

***

Dee was a picture of embarrassment, almost of humiliation. Her blouse and skirt were gone and replaced by a one-piece dress of bright pink material. Thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline left her back and arms bare and displayed an inviting cleavage. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into a pony-tail as if she was headed for he gym. Except she knew that tonight she wasn't going to the gym - she would be getting a very different sort of exercise. If there had ever been any doubt then this outfit would make sure of it.

The material of the dress was thin and looked cheap. It clung to every inch of Dee's body displaying her natural curves to beautiful effect. The hem line was high on her thighs and showed off her shapely toned legs. It didn't take much imagination to realise that a woman like Dee in a dress like that was going to draw a LOT of male attention.

Leez picked up one of Dee's discarded shoes and examined it. Then she disappeared into the rear of the store for a moment before reappearing with a box. Inside were a pair of heels smothered in obviously fake brilliants.

Soon Dee was modelling her new outfit for the other women as they looked on. The dress was tight but the material stretched so that the skirt part did not hobble her. However, she was very aware of the material creeping up her thighs as she walked. Normally she might have been worried about displaying a flash of her panties. Tonight that wouldn't be an issue of course since, true to Shaka's rules, she wasn't wearing any. She moved a hand to push her dress back down.

"Feelin' shy," laughed Roni, "we'll see how long that lasts..."

***

The club was relatively small and discreet - recommended for their purposes by Shaka. It was immediately clear that he had known what he was talking about. Roni had told them to take their pick and there was no shortage of young Black men taking an interest in them.

Roni grasped a skinny Black guy with dread-locks and spoke into his ear before pointing at the two white women. He seemed amused by whatever she had said and danced with her.

Georgia was dancing and still looking when she felt a man's hands gently take her by the waist from behind. She felt the prickle of his beard at her ear.

"See my man Izeye hasn't lost his touch. Always has saved his mark for only the finest of White bitches."

She had worn a top which left her lower back exposed. Now she turned to see a big man, heavily built, with a shaven head but a full beard. She used to think that look was ridiculous but she now knew that some men could pull it off. She made her choice and quickly told him why they were there.

Dancing and Dee's dress didn't seem made for each other. Hell, Roni could have told her that. Most of Leez's clientele wore a dress like that for those hot summer nights stood on the corner waiting for their next customer. For perhaps the hundredth time Dee's hand almost automatically reached down to pull her dress back down her thigh. She gasped as her hand was caught in a strong grip. The man stepped up close to her - making sure he had her full attention. His skin was jet-black, his intent eyes fixed on hers. He raised an eyebrow. Dee didn't move. The man gave a little smile and then moved his other hand round behind her to pull her dress up and expose her pale buttocks. His hand clasped her butt cheek and squeezed it. Her mouth opened. Was it in surprise? If it had been meant in silent protest it was a feeble and perfunctory one. The man moved forward and his mouth met hers. After a moment he spoke, blunt and to the point.

"They got back rooms here."

***

The three men stood like Kings, like proud African Gods. Between the legs of each knelt a woman. It was time for the teacher girl to get a schooling in a very important art. Fortunately her two new friends had major skills and a lot of experience.

It was just the way of the world that Dee had picked a brotha who was seriously equipped where it mattered. His cock was semi-erect under her hand's touch and was almost a match for the impressive Shaka.

Roni was watching her and handed over a bottle of water. "You nervous girl - your mouth dry - take some fluid cos a real good BJ needs to get a bit sloppy. That right..." She looked up at the man in front of her.

"Hmmn," he nodded with a shit-eating grin on his face, "you preach it sista."

"So you started right. Just a little hand work to get yo' man nice and hard. Won't take long with studs like these. Then you just work that tip with your tongue and lips. Tease him a little - let you know you gonna make him feel real good."

She and Georgia began a more practical demonstration. Dee tried to copy their actions - a look of pretty concentration on her face.

"Uh uh," said Georgia, "half of its in the communication. "Let your man know that you are enjoying pleasing him. Plenty of eye-contact, plenty of enthusiasm, smiles and moans when you can do it. Let him know his beautiful Black cock is the one thing that matters to you at that moment. Let him know that he is your master and you are his play-thing."

Dee looked up into the eyes of her man. His expression was calm, appraising her. He wanted to see what she could do - to judge if she was worthy of his attention. She was pleased her friends were there - to give her confidence. She wouldn't want to fail a beautiful man like this. She wouldn't want to fail Shaka.

She tried to remember the tips that Roni and Georgia had given her and occassionally sneaked glances to mirror their techniques. She knew she'd get no more verbal instructions. That had been the golden role. When giving a good Blow Job you gave ALL your attention to making your man feel good.

She worked her mouth to get some saliva and then took his big cock in between her lips. She worked her mouth down his shaft with her hand gently holding the base. She felt a little grunt of pleasure from him and that helped her confidence. She began a steady up and down motion all the time working her tongue in micro-movements on the bottom of his shaft. The cock was fully hard now - there was no doubt that he was enjoying it. A glance up secured a little nod of approval.

She sensed movement to her left and gave a little glance across. Roni had taken her man's cock out of her mouth and was down licking at his big balls. He might have been skinny but Dee couldn't help noticing that he had a proud seven inches too. For a brief moment she thought of her husband. She dismissed him from her thoughts - he'd had his chance and he wasn't in the same league as these men - their raw assertive sexuality, their powerful Black cocks. Almost without knowing it she realised that she had followed Roni's lead. Her mouth gently cupped one of her man's big heavy balls while she saw her white hand stroking up and down a dark shaft slick with her own saliva. She repeated the trick on the other ball - again seeming to feel it heavy with potent baby-making seed. This man was a powerful bull - a stud who could expect a woman to be able to please him as he deserved. She felt the weight of her responsibility just as she felt the weight of his balls. She gazed up at his dark features almost in awe. He had a little determined smile now and he was looking at her intently.

She took his shaft back into her mouth and began to work it hard. She pushed her mouth as far down his shaft as her hand would allow - felt him fill her mouth as she knew he could fill her pussy. Felt the saliva fill her mouth so she could use her tongue to spread it over him and lubricate her work with her hands. She took him out of her mouth and worked the tip a little from time to time. She was careful not to rush, careful to keep a variation in her work, careful to keep an eye on her man to check his reaction and take confidence from his obvious approval.

She heard a noise from Roni. She was almost humming as she picked up the pace on her man's cock.

"Damn bitch - you a fly bop," the skinny guy suddenly grabbed Roni's head and held her in place. Dee licked at her man's cock as she watched Roni's throat working as she swallowed his load. Then the Black woman stood up and took a swig of water. She looked at her man as if to say, "well of course I am - don't you know nothin.' Then the two turned to watch Georgia.

Georgia had stripped off her top and had the bearded man's dark hands on her big white tits. His eyes were fixed on them as Georgia tapped his rock-hard cock on her soft tongue . She had plenty of experience herself by now and knew just what this big man would love. She let a long trail of saliva drop down between her tits and then took his big Black cock between them. She locked eye contact on him and used her hands to push her big white breasts around his meat. He groaned a little and she knew she had read him right. She began quickly working up and down his shaft - it only took seconds. The little Doctor had been very proud of his work and her tits weren't just good for looking at. The big Black man looked about to say something, his mouth opened and then he just gasped and she felt the warmth of his load shoot up her chest and against her chin in six strong squirts.

The man coughed a little and caught his breath. "Damn..." was all he could say.

Georgia looked at him like the cat that had got the cream. This one would remember her for a while. Next time he saw her he'd be sure to want a repeat performance. Always keep them wanting more...

Dee was still working on her man. She realised her jaw was starting to feel tired. She just wasn't used to this. She sped up her pace and started to hum - wondering if the vibration could help him get off. It had a reaction. A big hand grasped her pony-tail and pulled her head just enough to stop her sucking. She looked up at him - didn't he like it? She immediately realised her mistake. His dark eyes burned with lust - lust for her. He hadn't stopped her because he didn't like her blow job - he had stopped her because he didn't want to finish yet. His other hand grasped her dress and pulled her upright. He made a gesture and his friends moved across to join him and his white slut. She felt them close in around her, knew that they were far from finished with her. Anxiety rushed through her but was immediately drowned out by the rush of sexual desire. These men wanted her - wanted her in a way her husband had never shown her - and nothing was going to stop them taking what they wanted. The danger of it was raw, intense - but again that logical knowledge was fighting with a sexual need that had been ignored and suppressed for so long. She had to be strong - but she knew that every part of her most basic instinct didn't want to be strong, it wanted to give all she had to these men

***

Georgia and Roni watched as the three men surrounded Dee. One held her from behind and kissed her exposed neck as he pushed his hard naked cock against the thin pink material covering the White woman's butt. The second man's mouth was sucking hard on Dee's exposed right breast teasing her erect nipple. The third had pushed up the front of her dress and his big hand had disappeared inside to explore the treasure that lay within.

"Good news baby," said Georgia, "Roni and I are going to let this be your treat. Three beautiful Black men to fuck you and, best of all, the members here are all tested so they can take you bare. Just think - three potent Black men filling your sweet little white pussy with their seed."

Dee's eyes darted across to meet Georgia's - appealing for the sympathy of the only other white woman there. "I can't do it - It's a very bad time for me - We have to use condoms."

One of the men flashed a brilliant white smile. "She saying what I think she's saying?"

"You have to understand our Doctor was recommended to us by David's family. I couldn't ask him for ... you know. So we have to use condoms." Dee gabbled out the information - almost pleading with them. Georgia noted the woman was asking for condoms - she wasn't questioning that the three strangers were all going to fuck her. Shaka had been right about her but they could still test her a little more.

Roni was merciless. "Seems like this little white wife has come to the hood all fertile and unprotected. Looks like she'll be going back to her pitiful white hubby with her first Black baby growing in her belly."

"Oh my God." Dee was still standing there with the three Black mens' hands exploring her body. The straps of her dress were taken from her shoulders and the material was pushed down to leave her 36C breasts totally exposed with her nipples standing proud and betraying her arousal.

"Time to step this up a notch" said one of the men "this little bitch is long overdue a Big Black Cock in her." He leaned forward and picked up Dee as though her 125 lbs was nothing. He carried her to the bed and laid her there. The woman watched as the three men removed their remaining clothing. Soon all three Black men were naked, their cocks hard at the prospect of fucking her.

Dee's eyes shifted between them. They were stern, unyielding, fixed in their desire to take her, to claim another white wife as a Black man's woman. She knew she wanted it, realised how attractive she found their desire for her, doubted her ability to 'do the right thing', the responsible thing. Finally she almost whimpered, "Please - a condom."

"You bring a condom?" The man said it as he stepped forward and pushed her legs apart.

Of course she hadn't. She watched him move up between her legs. He gripped his cock and pushed it up to the entrance of her pussy. Dee swallowed hard, closed her eyes and awaited his first thrust but it didn't come. Instead he rubbed the thick head of his Black cock up and down the sensitive pink lips of her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her. It was a smile of triumph, a smile of conquest,

"So you gonna leave? Guess you don't want to get fucked since we ain't got no rubbers. That right teacher-girl?" He pushed his hard cock a little more firmly against the entrance to her sex. He could feel how wet she was for him - how much her body wanted this. He was satisfied and raised an eyebrow at Roni in a pre-arranged signal.

"No wonder you crackas are always ending up black bred. At least I came prepared." She reached for her bag and produced a handful of condoms. "Teacher-girl needs to learn her lesson tho so I'll add a little wrinkle just to keep things interesting." She reached back into her bag and produced a thin needle. She swiftly pushed the needle through two of the still-packaged condoms. Then she pushed all the condoms back into her purse and shuffled them with her finger.

Roni held her purse up to the man between Dee's legs. "Take your pick - but be careful putting it on. We don't want it splitting until you're inside her."

The man followed her advice. He gently rolled the condom onto his hard cock and then eased up to push home into Dee's pussy.

"Never was much good at math," Roni commented, "but that's two broken condoms out of eight and three of them are gonna get used. What's the odds on Dee here being a mom again?"

"1 in 4 with my man there, 2 in 7 for the next, by the time I'm fucking her it'll be a straight 50-50. Unless a condom breaks of course - no point using one if the ho is already likely knocked up." It was the scrawny guy who had spoken.

"Pays to have a bookie around at times like this," laughed the bearded man.

Dee felt the hard shaft pounding in and out of her body, felt the pure intent of the man fucking her. She knew he wanted that condom to break - he wanted to seed her and breed her. He was fucking her hard to try to make sure it happened. She felt fear and she felt desire - felt the two mingle and inter-twine and produce something else, a mix of the two fiercely strong emotions. Her eyes locked onto his - lost themselves in the two dark pools of shining lust. He would ruin her, destroy her - or maybe just complete her rebirth, seal the beginning of her new life.

She sensed the other two men close by her and waiting their turn. She moaned with desire and then almost snarled through gritted teeth,

"Fuck me you stud, see if you can knock this little white bitch up."

The man's lips tightened and he began a series of vicious almost brutal thrusts. No damaged rubber would survive this - she might already be unprotected, already laid wide open and vulnerable to his potent baby-seed. Dee, the demure little teacher-lady, put back her head and howled her desire. The man set his jaw and powered on - not even missing a stroke.

Roni looked on - felt in her balled fist the two damaged condoms that she had palmed earlier on. Hell, growing up around here you learned a lot of fly tricks. Shaka wouldn't appreciate them taking his new slut home already pregnant - this was only Act Two of the evening.

Strong Black fingers pushed up the short skirt. There was a short grunt of pleasure from the man as he grasped her now naked white buttocks. He leaned down and forward to kiss the woman as she looked up at him.

"Yeah you a real fine little bitch," he said in a low but meaningful tone. "My girls here say you learned your lessons tonight real good." Now his mouth found the exposed pale flesh of her neck. He nuzzled her, sucked on the warm flesh and then withdrew to admire the mark he had made on her. He knew her eyes were on him - waiting, submissive He'd known how good she could be ever since he'd heard her talk about that shit-for-brains husband of hers, Dweeb. Nah he couldn't really be Dweeb - might have been Derek or David. Probably was David - but who the fuck cared. He didn't and soon pretty little Dee wouldn't either.

Georgia was watching - seeing the woman submit, watching her take strength and joy from being in Shaka's powerful arms, from knowing that a man like him could desire her. She had been there - she knew how it was, knew that there wouldn't be any way back for Dee now. It would just be a question of how far she would go and Georgia had all the enthusiasm of the convert. She wanted Dee and Anne and al the other white women like them to go ALL the way, to experience everything, to give themselves to their new life without reservation, without doubts, without limits. She hadn't told Shaka everything yet but now she made up her mind.

"Dee didn't just do what you asked Shaka - she fucked all of them too."

Dee's head snapped round to look at Georgia with a look of mixed outrage and fear. How could Georgia have betrayed her to Shaka like that? Then Dee heard the deep rumble of his laughter, felt the vibration in Shaka's arms as he still held her.

"Don't worry little bitch - we happy to share our riches with like-minded brothas unless of course..." He broke off with another chuckle.

Georgia watched Dee. Her distress had turned to confusion. It was hard at first to understand that these men were strong enough not to be challenged by sharing their women. She knew most had a wife or steady girl, almost always a Black woman. Their white bitches were their play-things - sometimes to be shared or exchanged or even sold.

"You should know Shaka - Dee made them wear a condom."

Dee felt his fingers tighten on the flesh of her butt, squeezing the flesh almost painfully. "Can't be so," he said slowly, "I said everyone at that club's tested. No bitch of mine would disrespect my friends, would disgrace me, by asking a Black man to wear a condom."

His face wasn't fierce it was just hard, stern, remorseless. Dee knew she had fucked up bad but she had to make him understand.

"I couldn't - it's a bad time. I haven't been able to get on the pill yet and I couldn't risk..." She broke off - Shaka simply looked at her, impassive and unyielding.

Georgia played her next card. "We covered for her Shaka - we had them play the needle game - they didn't take offence. They just wished they'd got to fuck her properly, I mean raw, that's all."

Shaka lifted his head a little and pursed his lips as if in consideration Georgia watched Dee's every move - saw her fear of his rejection and her desperation to win back his approval. At that moment she knew they would win.

"Gonna send you back there with Georgia in a few weeks - make sure you find those brothas and put your mistake right. You fuck them any way they wants and no damn rubbers. You understand."

Dee nodded - still searching his eyes for forgiveness but finding only strict appraisal. Suddenly she felt his fingers move round her body and find her pussy. They teased a little before a finger slipped inside.

"Tell me again and this time mean what you say. Who this fine white pussy belong to?"

Dee swallowed and looked into his face again. She knew that she had to pass the test or she'd be sent back home - back to David, back to the crushing tedium of living with her husband.

"It belongs to you Shaka," she whispered.

"Say it like you's proud not like you's ashamed. Say it in front of these two witnesses here, shit say it in front of the whole world. Get your damn phone out Roni and capture just how proud Dee here is to be my newest little white bitch."

Roni was smiling as she chewed her gum and in a couple of seconds flat had Dee's face on the screen of her phone.

Shaka raised an eyebrow and Dee knew it was her time - the time every Black-owned woman knew that there would be no limits and could be no regrets in her new life.

"Its your pussy Shaka." This time her voice was firm and clear.

Georgia moved in and untucked Dee's blouse from her skirt. She held up the material to reveal Dee's belly.

"Hmmnnn," said Shaka. He liked the way Georgia was working.

Georgia lay a white hand on the pale skin of Dee's belly. "Who does this belong to Dee - say it loud and proud."

The hesitation was momentary, a split-second. Then Roni's camera caught Dee's face as she proudly said, "It belongs to Shaka - everything I have belongs to Shaka now."

"Your womb too..." That was Shaka just making sure the camera knew what everyone in the room had already realised.

"Yes ... but I'm scared - my family."

The big Black alpha male nodded. "No need, little bitch, from now on you just leave everything to me. I'll make the decisions for you - won't send you out fertile again for a while." He checked her face for a sign of relief but he knew this woman was smart, she knew what he was saying. "Keep you to myself on those days - just play it by ear whether to make you my baby-momma or not. Understand that?"

"Yes Shaka ... thank you Shaka."

"His eyes were on her exposed midriff again. "Damn you look good - no-one would know you got three k**s already. I like you dressed like that - like to take you round and show all the young bloods what a fine dime I got."

Georgia took the hint and pulled the blouse up before knotting it under Dee's breasts - leaving inches of pale skin exposed above her skirt.

Shaka gestured and kept his eyes locked on Dee's as Georgia moved to undo his belt and pull down his pants and shorts.

Dee's eyes finally left his. They glanced down - saw his beautiful big Black cock fully hard, stretching up against his own belly. Her whole body pulsed with the knowledge that this alpha male wanted her. The proof was there - hard and ready to give her the pleasure that she had craved ever since the first time with him. But it was also ready to do something else - its true purpose. To take the potent African seed in his heavy balls and plant it inside her fertile white body - to make a fourth c***d for her.

I'm ready - how about you." His voice was silky-smooth as his fingers found her pussy again. He explored and then raised them to her mouth. She opened up and let him place his glistening fingers there. She tasted herself, her own excitement, her own readiness to be taken for her man's pleasure.

He edged forward and took his big Black cock in his hand. He bent his knees a little and rubbed the stiff head of his cock against the warm wet entrance to her pussy. "You wanna be fucked now?"

"Yes," she almost growled.

"You want to play games with condoms or you want to fuck for real, to fuck bare like a good little white bitch should?"

"No condoms - just fuck me. Please Shaka - fuck me." Dee was almost writhing as she tried to work her body onto the hard Black cock. She was in delicious torment - craving what she had earlier dreaded.

.He pulled her back to his couch and sat on it. Then he moved her onto him and as she sat astride him she gasped as she finally felt him enter her. Felt his familiar size and strength and power claim her pussy as only a real man could.

"Ride that cock little bitch - show everyone watching how you like to fuck when you get away from that piece of shit white husband of yours."

He was telling her the video wouldn't be kept private. He'd share it - just as he was going to share her. She didn't care - he knew what she needed. She would risk it, risk everything, without hesitation.

He was enjoying it - relishing her working her body up and down his shaft in a quick rhythmn. Enjoying her effort to get him as deep into her willing fertile body as she could.

"If you had no commitments, if you was free and easy like Georgia over there, I'd already have done my best to make you my baby-momma. You know that don't you little bitch." His voice was still silky smooth, just stating facts without any drama. "It won't take me long once I decide - you know that don't you."

The look in Dee's eyes told him that she knew. Shaka had a reputation - she wouldn't be the first or even in the first dozen. His seed was potent and strong and her body would welcome it. The rhythmn of her fucking didn't change .

"You look fucking hot riding my D teacher-girl. Only one thing would be better." His hand found her right breast - still inside her blouse. "Have these all ripe and full with milk ready for my young one." His hand moved to her belly. "See this filling out nice as my baby grows in you. See you make me proud of you."

Still she worked on him - but the speed of her work if anything had edged up a little. "Yeah, get that belly nice and ripe - then I'll take you all round the hood. Show how proud I am of you - make sure everyone knows I selected you to carry my next."

He saw the sweat on her brow - heard her little moan. He knew the signs - she didn't want to fuck all night she just needed what he could give her.

"If I decide where to cum you know I'm going to try to send you home pregnant don't you? So I'd best defer tonight."

She kept fucking him - her eyes locked on his. Expecting him to give her the choice - fearing what her choice would be.

He smiled. "So I'll let Georgia there decide. What you say girl - should I pull out of your little friend here or knock her up."

Georgia didn't hesitate. "My Master is making me his breeding bitch. There's nothing like the moment your Black Master seeds you, perhaps knocks you up and makes part of you his for ever. She needs to feel that..."

Shaka moved swiftly. He shifted to his right and soon had Dee's back on the couch. Her legs were up and her body perfectly positioned for his long strong thrusts. She waited for what she knew was her destiny, as seconds seemed to become hours for her, and then saw his smile of triumph before he grunted and then finally held himself planted firmly inside her body She seemed to feel his pulses of potent DNA-rich seed as they spurted deep into her and then took position ready to greet her defenceless egg and make her Black-bred. She gasped and her legs quivered as the power of the moment sent her nerves and synapses into a great breaking wave of lust and desire.

As Dee got control back she saw him carefully stroking his cock with his hand, its tip still in her. He was making sure she took it all - giving himself the best possible chance. The power of the moment struck her again - the potential and the risks of rolling these particular dice. She felt that quiver of lust pass through her again - knew that it was a dangerously powerful feeling. A woman could get used to feeling that rush - could come to crave it. That could only end one way but such thoughts could wait. Now she had her man's seed in her and it felt fucking good.

"There's enough in there for triplets," said Shaka with a cock-sure smile, "been saving it up for you this week."

"Thanks." It seemed ridiculous but what else was Dee supposed to say?

He leaned forward to kiss her - pleased by her hunger for the gentle touch of his lips. "From now on if you's fertile I'll let you decide if I pull out or if I breed you. That fair?"

She stretched her head up to have him kiss her again. She wasn't sure that concession would make much difference. She'd tasted the forbidden fruit and she wasn't sure if she would ever again be able to deny herself its sweet juice.

***

They drove Dee back to her car in the morning. She knew the two other women had shared a room at Shaka's - remembered Georgia's kissing her. This new life had many temptations and lures. She knew some held more power than others but she also knew that her days of sexual denial were over. She could taste and try here, do things she had never dreamed possible.

Then she stiffened in her seat and remembered that she was going back to her car full of a Black man's seed, maybe with his baby already growing in her belly. She wouldn't know that for sure for weeks. Every day she'd be wondering - trying to sense a repetition of the signs from her previous pregnancies. She bit her lip and breathed out carefully, fighting down the incipient feeling of panic. With effort she pushed it aside into a dark corner of her mind. Things had changed and she had to get used to how things were now.

The car pulled into the kerb by a little row of shops. Dee saw that one was a pharmacy.

"If you need it - you can get it here." Roni was matter-of-fact but Dee knew both women were watching her. She could get the morning-after pill and escape the possible consequences of her actions. However, she knew this might be a test. Be that as it may she felt something else thrill through every part of her. Taking that pill wouldn't seem right to her - you had to take responsibility for your actions. She taught her classes that and she believed in it. Things would work out as they worked out. However potent Shaka was the odds were strongly against her getting pregnant - this time at least.

It was like mountain-climbing or driving a car at 200 mph or cliff-diving or any of a thousand such pursuits. It was the risk that made life so bright and vibrant. She'd enjoyed the ride and now she had to face the consequences. The wait would be like a gambler watching the roulette ball fall or the last card turn. The higher the stakes the stronger the rush and stakes didn't come much higher than those she was playing for. She'd just have to be real careful in the future. She sent that message firmly into her brain but already knew that in the most instinctive regions, where mother nature kicked logic's butt ever time, the message might not last long if it was received at all. She would only find that out next time she was under him and saw he was about to cum. Only then would she really know.

"It's OK."

Dee saw the smile on Georgia's face as she pulled the car back onto the highway. She had passed another test and soon she would know just what the consequences of her victory would be.

What's sauce for the goose...

She hadn't had a video clip arrive for some time.

This link wasn't from her master's account. It came from another on that interracial site. She immediately recognised the star though.

He had delivered a package and then a beautiful fuck to her. Now he was driving his delivery truck and telling the camera how he'd been called to this address as his last stop for the day.

The video cut to an image of a sidewalk as the man walked forward.

"Hey man - everything ready."

His hand fist-bumped with another dark-skinned hand.

"She's ready and waiting - just use this." A key was handed over.

Georgia's ears pricked. The tone of that second voice - she recognised it too. But where from? One of the many men she had 'met' at the clubs or the porn store? Someone from another video? She couldn't place it but strangely it made her feel a little uneasy. She tried to shrub it off and concentrate on the clip but that nagging realization stayed with her.

The vid again showed side-walk and then steps before it tilted up to show him unlocking the door. He stepped in and then secured the door behind him. His feet moved across the hard floor to a staircase and then up until they reached the top.

She was waiting there for him. Naked. Bound. The black leather hood in place and held tighter by an additional blind-fold. Her wrists were tied to the railing in front of her at chest height. There was no professional lighting and again a filter seemed to have been put in place. The viewer could see that the girl was young - early twenties at most - and blonde by the wisps of hair escaping her hood. Then, of course, there was the tattoo on her back - familiar from the other videos. The faces of a Black man and a white woman fitting together into the yin and yang symbol.

The camera moved around her but never gave a good image of the background. She was clearly on a balcony - bound to the railing. As Georgia watched she felt a twinge of anxiety go through her mind. There was something about it that alarmed her. Was it empathy with the girl - trussed and delivered for a Black stranger's lust. Her logical mind assumed it had to be. Her eyes remained fixed on her screen, her fingers strayed to her pussy. The anxiety was displaced by her desire to see what would happen next - by the thoughts of herself in the girl's position.

The latter's wrists were bound to the railing and as the camera moved it was clear that her ankles were also bound to the balcony though short ropes gave her some movement. She could stand upright - the position need not be uncomfortable - but she was at the man's mercy.

"Hmmnn," was followed by a low whistle. "They weren't shitting - you are damn fine. Them clips don't do you justice. You need to be taking that hood off so everyone can see just what a little ho you is crystal-clear."

The girl didn't respond expect to give a slight shiver as his rough Black hand caressed the soft pale flesh of her butt-cheek.

"You prepared for my visit - nice and clean."

"Yes sir."

He gave a gentle tap of his fingers and the camera admired the gentle movement of her firm young flesh. "So you ready to give up this pretty little ass."

"Yes sir."

The short responses weren't sullen or unwilling. Even behind the filter you could hear her voice tremble with excitement. It seemed she didn't want to know her temporary Master. She simply wanted him to take her, to have her demonstrate her submission to him and those like him.

The man was happy to play his part - he knew that by fulfilling a woman's desires a man would himself derive the greatest pleasure. Where her desires dove-tailed with his own so much the better. This girl liked to be fucked and fucked hard - he would be happy to oblige.

"It was you on that video with Levy and those other mutha-fuckers wasn't it. Tied up outside and taking their seed, beggin them to knock you up - fill your belly with your first Black baby. That was you wasn't it."

The girl nodded.

"Yeah - that was you. So did they get the job done - you do what I told you on the phone."

"Yes," her voice seemed less happy now, "yes I haven't..."

"Good," he produced a small bowl and held it up under her. "You can do it now - I've got something to catch it. With all your expensive classes you know what I'll use it for."

"What if I can't..." There was a trace of humiliation in her voice now

"I can wait - you ain't going nowhere. That drink of water you had will soon want out."

The video cut for a second.

***

The girl was peeing into the bowl. It wasn't a huge amount but it was enough. The man produced two boxes and set them on a shelf to the girl's side. She stood, still bound and blind-fold, unable to see. He emptied the two boxes and set their contests down. With a small dropper he placed urine into the well of one and then dipped the end of the other into the remaining pee.

Georgia watched - just the sight of the pregnancy test had set anxiety racing through her for the young girl. It was so like her own story - not really set up in life and already pregnant, but this time pregnant with a Black stranger's c***d. It was terrible, her mind said, but her fingers kept moving in her pussy.

They waited - the camera remorselessly focused on the items as they lay on the shelf. Finally he went and examined them - before nodding his head and returning to the girl.

"Bad news and good news."

Georgia heard the click of him undoing his belt just as the girl must have done when this was filmed.

The camera pointed down at a hard Black cock pointed sternly at the exposed defenceless pussy of the bound white girl. The man took hold of his shaft with his free hand and began to run it up and down the girl's pussy lips. She shuddered with excitement - perhaps also with fear. Georgia could imagine how she felt.

"Pregnancy test came up negative. Seems Levy and the others didn't get you bred after all. He pulled back his shaft and watched the girl move her backside subtly, movements designed to attract his attention. He chuckled - they were hardly necessary! He took his shaft and tapped it on the girl's butt-hole.

"You want me to fuck that ass?"

"Yes sir."

"Mighty inviting - but I remember what Levy said. He comes back and you ain't showing then he'll take you back to London and make sure of you himself. Make you one of his hos - and he ain't talking in riddles. His hos are just that. Keep you on your back till that belly's growing and probably afterwards too - I hear a lot of his 'clients' love fucking a black-bred white ho."

The girl's body seemed to quiver. Again - was it fear or was it lust? At this point in her pregnancy risk games was there much of a border between the two?

"So that was the bad news - unless you want to be turned out for every low-life nigga in London."

The girl moaned - that was the only word for it. Georgia knew that sound and what it meant. The girl knew her fate - knew that she would submit to these men's demands. However wrong they were - however scary or dangerous. She was hooked hopelessly - unable to even think of trying to go without that next hit, chasing the dragon of superior Black cocks and potent Black seed. She feared her destiny but she would never even contemplate changing her course. Even if it meant a dirty mattress in a dingy Lambeth squat with a queue of aging Black customers waiting their turn. Georgia masturbated as she watched the girl - she knew that they were both the same. Neither could ever go back to how they had been before they had found out the truth about themselves and about the delicious pleasure of being Blacked. Georgia let out a shuddering few breaths of her own as she watched on...

"Guess you is all ready to be turned out. If Levy asked for you what would you do - run away or let him take you?"

"I'm ... obedient sir."

"Yeah - I know. Levy's took girls like you before - the fucker always picks the cream of the crop too. Time he found his own - stopped boosting ours. But we got some good news too. That ovulation detector says we got a real good chance to make everything right today."

The girl stood before him facing out over the balcony, still in her hood and blind-fold. She made no move to resist - merely awaiting his pleasure.

"Enough talk - time to fuck. What you gonna give up - that tight fresh butt or that sweet fertile pussy?"

He was going to make her ask him for it - well of course he was. Why wouldn't he savour his power, power she was giving him of her own free will.

"Pussy sir."

"What that fertile pussy - I don't know you really want it."

"Yes sir, please sir, fuck my fertile pussy sir."

"Convince me."

Her voice was almost a whine now. "Please sir, fuck my fertile pussy sir. It's all primed and ready for you. Show that you are more of a man than Levy and all the rest. Be the one to fuck a Black baby into my little whitebread womb. Make my daddy proud of me..."

"Fuck you're a freaky little white bitch - but you convinced me." The big Black dick had lined up on the vulnerable white pussy and now was pushed home. It was a very warm, wet and horny pussy and his weapon claimed it as his. The girl let out a little cry - she knew she was going to get what she needed and craved.

The girl's bonds just gave enough play to let her bend her body out towards him - offering herself fully to his attentions. The man didn't bother with any flashy moves. He just held the girl's body and moved his Black cock in and out of her wet pussy. His pace was solid - his thrusts powered by his mission. This wasn't a pro porn film or a display of sexual athletics. They were there to do one thing. To fill her white pussy with black baby-making seed. Then nature could be left to do her part.

The girl would soon be bred - her belly would soon be swollen with the fruit of a black stranger's lust. If not this time then the next or the next or the next. It was only a matter of time. Georgia's fingers teased and worked her own sex - wished that her Master was there to deliver her own next helping of precious Black seed. To knock her up - if she wasn't already. She felt a kinship with the girl on screen - they would soon both be showing - soon both have proof of their devotion to Black men.

Georgia reached for her trusty Black dildo - timed her thrusts with those she saw on screen. It felt good - really good - but she knew what she really wanted to see.

It took a few minutes but finally everyone got their reward. The man was pounding the girl remorselessly - holding her body in place so that she wouldn't be thrown against the railing. His ragged breathing could be heard on the video as he worked hard. Finally there came a noise, a sort of keening wail, that finally formed itself into words.

"Yes - Yes - Fuck me - Breed me - Make me your whore - Knock me up - Put a Black baby in me - AGGGGHHHHHHhhhhhhhh."

The last shout came as the man delivered his last few powerful thrusts into her, as his seed was being planted deep in her receptive fertile female body.

"Uggghhhh," Georgia's climax was less showy but just as focused and just as real. She breathed a few deep breaths as she watched his cock withdraw from the girl - a white pearl of his precious seed still showing at its tip. It had been so fucking hot - seeing the girl get knocked up. Even at second-hand, on the video, it gave her the same thrill as with Dee or Anne. It had just become natural for her. Fertile white pussies needed beautiful Black seed to make them complete - to let them fulfil their natural role. She breathed a few more deep breaths and began to come down from her sexual high.

The man pulled back from the girl. "We'll keep you there for ten minutes - make sure that seed can swim good and deep. Give that egg of yours a real coming-out party. You need to be good and pregnant before Levy visits again. Think we'll keep the hood on - that way every Black man you see might be yo' baby's daddy."

The girl moaned again - that same almost frantic despairing lust.

The camera pulled back and the man moved back down the stairs. Eventually the camera pointed back up to capture the scene. The hooded girl, now full of his seed, still tied to the balcony of what seemed a ridiculously grand staircase within such a truncated floor space.

Georgia's heart almost seemed to stop.

She knew those stairs - she knew that strange house layout.

She had noticed it when she visited the new place her daughter, Charli, had moved into.

She looked down at her big black dildo, down at her pussy. Had she really just masturbated to a video of her own daughter being knocked up.

The shock, the dread, the pain and, most of all, the guilt. She knew that she had been neglecting her daughter recently because of her own 'fun and games' but that wasn't why she felt guilty. The real guilt lay in the fact that, under it all, images from the video kept flashing into her brain and despite everything she knew that she still found them as hot as fuck.

She held her head in her hands for a few moments - struggling to take back control. Her parental instinct was fiercely strong - but she couldn't trust even it. She couldn't sit and think about this - she had to act. She rushed to get her clothes and then find her vehicle keys. Within five minutes she was on the freeway headed North.