My name is Barbara. I have a Caucasian married man, but am black owned. I eagerly allow any black man my overlord chooses to use my body to please himself. It does n't matter that they all cum inside me because I 'm already pregnant with my sea captain 's black baby.

I was n't always a slut. For the showtime years of my living every thing was quite normal. I was a very ordinary lady of the house, happily married to my husband doyen Dean has a good job ; we live in a very nice house. doyen was the only man I was ever sexual with. I was quite content.

Then, thanks to Dean, my liveliness took an unexpected turn.

It all started when James Dean said he wanted to film me to a sex company. My immediate reaction was NO, NO, NO, NO ! Dean was all the man I had ever wanted, and I had no desire to have sex outside our marriage. I told him I was too old and blate to be fucked in front of other people.

As is his way, Dean kept working on me. The matter is, I 'm a very submissive person, and dean is very persuasive. So, Dean eventually convinced me to go with him and return it a try.

To get me set for the political party, Dean shaved my pussy. He likes me shaved, and always wants to do it for me.

He started referring to me as a loose woman and a bawd. I did n't really mind, because I enjoyed behaving that way. Being a slattern made sex so much more incredible.

Eventually seeing me fucked by other men was n't enough for Dean. He wanted me to start fucking melanize men.

I told Dean I was n't indisputable I wanted to be fucked by a black man.

I was raised to believe that Negro are unlike from whites, and that it just was n't correct for the races to mingle sexually. I did n't cognise what a disastrous man would do to me, or require of me.

Dean pressured me and reassured me I was made for black men. He said I was already a jade since I had fucked other men. He said strumpet fuck Shirley Temple Black men. He told me how erotic it would be for me to be taken by a blackened man, how the contrast of our skins would be so exciting to see.

I wondered if I would have the courage to submit sexually to a Black Man. dean kept working on me. Dean said it was meant to be. He said he wanted me to bask the tabu of interracial sex.

Of row I had heard the tales of black men being so much vainglorious, and therefore better sex pardner than E. B. White men. expression like, `` once you 've tried black, you 'll never go back. '' But, I never believed that.

I figured that was just so much plug gap by blackamoor to lure white womanhood to them. I could see a special pitch-dark man being better than one 's husband.

As I always do, I eventually gave in to James Byron Dean. I was at the age when my intimate drive was increasing ; I was nearing my sexual meridian as a woman. The more I thought about it, the sexier the thought became. The theme of having tabu sex with a nigrify man became increasingly exciting to me. I found that just pondering the possibility made me horny. It was almost as if my organic structure was telling me to do it.

I realized that for me the die was cast, there would be no turning back. I would begun the life of a white cum slut for black men. I was the gabardine hussy for blacks my hubby wanted me to be.

One day my husband Dean and I met a Caucasian wife and black husband in the grocery store with 3 mixed race c***dren. Ed smiled at her, and she smiled back.

doyen asked, `` Is n't that sexy ? I think a blanched woman with a lightlessness infant is so very erotic. Have you ever thought of having a black baby ? '' he then questioned.

Truth was, I had been thinking about that ... a lot. To birth unprotected sex with a black man was so incredibly enticing. The intellection of being pregnant with a black baby was so very erotic. The mentation of having a melanize baby suckling from my breast was so very aphrodisiacal. The idea of being seen with a grim baby sent shivers down my vertebral column. Then everyone would know that I was a slut for nigrify men.

Just James Dean mentioning it made me get going to get wet.

'' Yes, I have given it some thought. ``

'' What do you recollect ? ``

I stayed silent for a long while, enjoying seeing the look of hope in Dean 's eyes.

'' I think I would like to do it, '' I responded eventually.

I felt so smashing just verbalizing it, that I knew it was what I needed to do.

Dean was visibly excited. I saw him transfer uncomfortably from a hardening penis.

Of course there was a small job. I did n't have a Shirley Temple Black man to breed me. But that was no obstruction to Dean. He became a man on a mission.

He started posting me online looking for a black man matter to in breeding a pretty ovalbumin woman.

I went off my nascence restraint, and Dean stopped having sex with me, so as not to get me pregnant with a blanched baby. While we have had an undefended matrimony the past several years, he said he would abstain from sex in support of my efforts.

It did n't contain retentive before Dean got a response to his ads. Actually the respondent were very insistent that he take me to a common soldier clubhouse in the black face of town. They said that if he did n't, they would expose what we were trying to do by contacting his post of utilisation, our fellowship, etc. They even hinted that they might just take me by force.

The best we could figure out was that it was a buck private cabaret run by inglorious men where white women would go to get fucked. When doyen asked me if I wanted to go there, I was all in favor. I did n't care that they threatened us with exposure and more. I was looking forward to having a black hammer up my slit. James Dean 's little white penis was 3-4 inch long, smaller than Joseph Black stopcock. Even before we decided not to have sex, it just could n't satisfy me any more.

Dean made arrangements for us to go there one Saturday evening. I was very excite, and unquiet too. Based on their threats, we were about to get involved with a rough in gang of black men who we knew aught about.

That afternoon Dean shaved me so my pussy would be perfectly politic. I took a foresighted, relaxing bath to serve quieten my nerves. Finally I dressed in the dress Dean ***********ed for the evening, a very short circuit mini skirt, and a blouse that buttoned up the figurehead, no bra, no panties, and of trend, high heels.

When we got to the address he had been given, all we found was a regular looking house with all the curtains drawn.

'' Do you call back this is the right blank space ? ``

'' I hope so, I do n't fuck where else to go to try and find it. ``

We walked up to the threshold and ran the bell. A huge black man came to the door and asked, `` What you want ? ``

Dean replied as he had been instructed, and the black man stepped aside motioning for us to walk unbowed ahead. I got the feeling they were waiting for us.

The room we entered was very shadow, at least compared to the brightness of the daylight we had left behind. What struck me immediately was the overpowering smell of sex and marijuana smoke. I knew what sex smelled like, and though I had never smoked marihuana, I had a pretty in force approximation that that was what was in the air.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. I saw that there were about 30 people in a large room on world-class level. Men outnumbered charwoman by about 3 to 1. Almost all of the men were black. The few E. B. White men that were there were most in all likelihood husbands like Dean. Most of the cleaning lady were white, but a few black women were about.

There was a small bar surface area to one side along with board and chairs. Most of the people were talking and laughing, a few were dancing very erotically.

I noticed a few high padded bench with luminousness shining down upon them. Those lights accounted for a expectant mickle of the brightness in the room.

Dean led me over to one of the board. Then got us us drinks.

There were grayback of masses talking and laughing. Each mathematical group seamed to be centered around one or two white women. If a White person man was with the grouping, he was generally not involved in what was being discussed. One white guy was just sitting alone looking at a Andrew Dickson White charwoman dancing suggestively with two grim men.

My nervus were on edge, not knowing what to expect. I quickly had another drink.

About then a slight hefty black guy approached. There was another Shirley Temple Black guy right behind him.

'' I 'm Devon, and this is William '' he proclaimed as he looked me over closely.

'Hi, I 'm Barbara, '' I responded smiling nervously. I did n't know if I should present dean as my husband or what, so I said nothing.

The two black Guy just ignored him anyway.

'' Come on, let 's trip the light fantastic toe a little, '' Devonshire said.

As he was talking, he took hold of my radiocarpal joint and stood up, convey me up with him. It was more of an order that anything else.

He led me to the contribution of the way that served as a dance base. William followed.

The three of us started dancing. I was pretty much sandwiched between Devonshire and William.

From the showtime, both hombre took every opportunity to knock up against me, feeling me up and pressing their hip against me.

I decided I could play that game too, so I started grabbing their crotches. I was very delight to get a hand full of large, semi-hard turncock from both of them.

Not only were they Thomas Young and strong, but well endowed to reboot. Right then I knew I was going to have a memorable evening.

It was n't long before I was french kissing both guys.

Our dancing had devolved to standing gyrations as I kissed one or the other while both took turns feeling my breasts or sliding a finger up my pussy.

'' You sure a horny cunt, '' remarked William as he discovered how very wet I was.

As I was kissing Devon, my blouse was unbuttoned by William and my knocker exposed.

William promptly started sucking my nipples to full extension. They stick out a full inch when I am sufficiently aroused, and he was enjoying sucking on them and flipping each with his tongue.

Devonshire had a finger deep inside me and I started riding it, rotating my hips around his hand.

I was so incredibly sexually excited. Being felt up like that by two smutty men in figurehead on such a declamatory group of people and my own husband was such a good turn on.

I started cumming right there on the terpsichore floor. Those minuscule seraphic orgasmic `` pops '' I get from clitoric stimulation.

The guys could tell I was cumming.

William stripped off my blouse. Then he effortlessly picked me up in his incredibly firm melanize weapon. As he held me suspended, Devon undid and pulled down my mini skirt.

We gyrated to the music and made out for a bit with me completely naked.

Then Devonshire said to no one in particular, `` time for us to get some white pussy. '' Then to me he asked, `` do you want ta fuck ? ``

'' Oh yes ... ..yes ! ``

With that each took an arm and they led me over to one of the raised padded bench under the lights.

They lifted me up so I was sitting on the end.

Then William took both my weapon system and told me to, `` lay down here, '' as he guided me into a prone position.

He kept postponement of my arms as Devon placed shackles around each ankle so my legs were spread. The chains led to the floor where they were fastened.

I made no resistance, just letting them do to me as they wished, but I was worried and getting a little scared, not knowing what they were going to do to me.

Dean had moved closer so he could take in all the action.

Seeing that I was nervous Dean said, `` Relax honey ... .you really look real sexy limit like that. Everything 's going to be fine. ``

I wondered how he would know that, or prevent the black men who had controller over me from doing anything, but knowing he was right there was still very comforting.

It was apparent that there was no backing out. Those two bootleg men were going to fuck and use me as they saw fit, and there was cipher I could do about it.

The truth was, I did n't want to stop anything. I ca n't key out how incredibly exciting everything was. I love being fucked in populace. I love being fucked by another man when my husband is watching. I love black cock. I was so very vulnerable being leaping and helpless. And to top everything off I knew I might become pregnant. It was a shower of erotic experiences that culminated in that very event.

I get very wet when I 'm horny, and I was sure my sex succus were running out of my pussy in anticipation.

'' You on the anovulant ? '' William asked ?

'' No '', I answered.

'' That 's just high-minded, '' William replied. `` I like breeding white-hot women. That 's what this home is all about. What you 're on now is a nurture workbench. A lot of whiten bitches got themselves black babies on this terrace. ``

The height of the bench was just right so a standing man could easily have sex a charwoman chained to it.

So, Devon dropped his pants and took his severe turncock out and, standing at the end of the terrace, started to push the nous against my pussy.

I felt him initiate to enrol me. My wet labia parting easily for him.

Then he just plunged into me as deep as he could. I could n't see it, but his hammer was 12 in long, and he was up against my cervix before he was in his full length.

God ! I thought my head would get off !

That first deep stroke caused an instantaneous orgasm. It welled up inside me as his cock traveled the depth of my vagina, and exploded at the very second he crashed against my cervix.

I was cumming continuously then.

That caused Devon to announce, `` appear at her, this one 's a horny white bitch, she 's cumming already ! ``

I heard Dean calling to me, `` God, Barbara, you look so sexy, you look so sexy. ``

I was having the nearly intense coming I had ever experienced. They were radiating out from my vagina, making my whole body quake. I could feel them in my finger's breadth tips and toes.

I thought null could ever match the showtime fourth dimension I went black, but what I was experiencing was another lever tumbler More acute. So much was happening to me.

I was being used by a savage Negroid man intent on breeding me. I loved it !

I was lost in the moment so to verbalise. Next, I was cognizant was Devon spewing his disastrous seed inscrutable inside me. I could experience the pressure of his hot sperm cell gushing into me with each of his final drive. Each poke driving as trench into me as my soundbox would allow.

After Devon pumped as often black sperm cell inside me as he could, the guy switched lieu. William began fucking me as Devon held my arms.

As William plowed his big disastrous peter into my sloppy kitty, Devon began talking to me, `` You are a really right fuck, bitch. You make one nasty lily-white prostitute. I love cumming in your tight clean pussy. You 're made to be a slut for dark men. You got a body for breedin. I ca n't await to see a contraband baby suckin'on those titties of yours. ``

From then on, the blacks from the club and my husband have addressed me as slovenly woman, gripe or whore.

There was a time I would bear taken offense at such terminus, but I now embrace them. That 's what I have become, and what I am has allowed me to take in what it means to be a adult female. I feel a sexual fulfillment I had never realized existed.

I soon became unmindful to what Devonshire was saying as I once again entered the Shangri-la of black cock induced orgasm. I stayed there until he too filled my womb with his black seed.

William withdrew saying, `` Thanks slut, that was a capital fuck. I look forward to having more of you. ``

With that, he just walked away.

Devon released my blazon saying, `` We 're gon na give you a chance to lie now. ``

I was confused. My ankle were still shackled.

Just then two shameful cleaning woman approached with a pillow.

'' Here honey, '' the first said. `` Raise your pelvic girdle so I can get this pillow under you. We want that upright black seed you just got to possess the skilful chance of giving you a baby. ``

I did as instructed. Then, after placing the pillow, they walked away.

Dean came near to observe me company.

'' You looked so damn sexy with those two contraband Guy fucking you It was so erotic to see their black putz going in and out of your albumen pussy with you cumming so hard. You 're made for this. Your destiny is to be a fornicatress for blackamoor. ``

I lay there for a good half hour as James Dean told me over and over again just how erotic and sexy I looked, what a fine Caucasian jade I was.

After a while, the two fateful women came back, untied my mortise joint and helped me off the bench

Dean and I were then allowed to leave.

A calendar week later, I was looking for more than black sex. I asked my married man Dean if we could go back to the black ball club where I had such a great sentence having sex with those bootleg men.

doyen made a phone call.

'' They want you to come back, '' he reported after he hung up. `` They are intending to make water you bootleg place. ``

'' What do you mean by black prop ? '' I asked.

James Dean explained, `` From what they 've told me, you will be collared, shackled, and tattooed to signify your new condition as being black owned. You will be given to one of the clubhouse members, who the guild ***********s, to be your master. That 's about all I know. ``

Then he added, `` Oh, and they want to know today that you 're going to go along with this. ``

'' That all seams rather drastic. There 's a reason I do n't have any tattoos now. I 'm not ready to get a sex striver to someone I do n't even cognise. What do you think ? ``

'' I think you should do it, '' Dean said with a gleam in his eye. `` You 'll seem genuine good with tattoos, and I 'm trusted the collar and shackle can be removed when you 're not at the club. ``

Dean just stood there looking hopeful.

'' And what 's this about being owned by mortal I do n't fuck ? '' I questioned. `` I 'm glad being married to you. ``

'' I think they mean when you 're at the gild, '' Dean replied without really knowing.

I always give into James Byron Dean 's desires, but that time I stood my terra firma, and said I needed time to think about everything, and was determined not to give an answer that day.

It was a disappointed James Byron Dean who called the club to give my non decision.

'' They did n't take that very well, '' Dean exclaimed after he hung up. `` They said you 're a smart-ass, stuck up E. B. White bitch that needs to be taught a object lesson. ``

It was late afternoon of the very next day when four declamatory black guys from the club burst through the front door of my house. I was frightened to death by the gruffness of their arrival.

'' What is this ? '' I screamed.

'' You 're coming with us bitch, '' one of them said as he and another of the Black person men roughly grabbed each of my arms.

The other two grab doyen, and tied his hands. We were quickly conveyed to their car in our driveway.

I was terrified. I was being k**napped.

'' Where are you taking us ? '' I cried.

'' We 're taking you to the clubhouse for a piddling discipline, You 're going to be a black man 's cunt. You do n't have no more say in the matter than did the Africans you whiten people enslaved. You 're going to be bred by a black man just like black slaves were bred by Edward Douglas White Jr.. ``

The residue of the drive was made in silence. By the time we got to the club, I was shaking from a mixture of jitteriness and fear.

Both of us were bodily dragged into the club. Even in day, the interior was dark. Just like the last clip, the offset sensation I had was the patent spirit of sex, mixed with the odor of marijuana.

I was immediately taken to the middle of the room and roughly stripped naked. My hands were tied together, the rope run up through a pack in the ceiling Then my hands were drawn up until I was suspended so I could barely take the weight off of my arms by balancing on my toes which just touched the floor.

Dean was tied in a chair near by.

'' This is Robert, '' one of the bozo said to me, indicating a tall, sinewy black man about 40 years old who stood 6'3 ''. `` He 's been ***********ed to be your master. You 're going to be his property. He 's going to show you what happens when you do n't obey. ``

I noticed Robert was holding a long cane as he walked behind me.

There were about 30 citizenry in the way gathering around to watch.

The first strike of the cane hurt like hell ! It knocked me off balance so that I hung from my suspended arms. And the C kept coming.

'' Remember, gripe, '' I heard Robert say between blows. `` I like beating you. When ever you give me an excuse, I 'll do this again so hoi polloi can see what happens when a slave does n't follow social club. But this ai n't nothin'compared to what you Andrew Dickson White people did to the mordant man when you had the chance. ``

Henry Martyn Robert continued to tucker out me until he drew blood.

He smiled when he showed me the roue on the cane.

'' This being your maiden time, I 'm goin'slow on you. ``

When I was let down, I collapsed to the floor.

But my punishment did n't end there.

I was immediately taken to a raising bench. My hands were bound back over my head, and my substructure bound to the floor so my wooden leg were spread.

Robert took off his clothes, and stood before me naked. He brought his dim cock to my face.

'' suction my black shaft bitch, '' he said bring it to my mouth. `` Do a good job. I do n't require to have to drum you again. ``

I had to admit it was a beautiful smutty cock, just what I had been craving.

I opened my mouth, and started sucking his flaccid dick. I felt his dick start to swell and enlarge in my backtalk. Soon he started fucking my back talk with his hard coal black rotating shaft of 10 inches.

He grabbed a hank of my hair and thrust his cock in and out of my mouth.

examination me, he gradually thrust a bit deeper, then deeper yet, until he was thrusting down my throat.

I had to focalise just to breath and not gag on his midst shaft.

Then he pulled back and with a oink came all over my cheek, nifty gobs of Joseph Black cum pumped from his peter, covering me.

I ran my spit over my mouth and sucked in what I could, but his cum was also in my eyes and I could n't see.

inkiness men cum so a great deal. I was wishing my hands were free so I could his cum out of my eyes.

As I was dealing with being unable to see what was happening to me, I felt a cock pressing my labia apart and enter my pussy.

I had no idea who it was, but I felt a vast cock entering me, stretching me.

Whoever it was started fucking me hard, f orcing himself in wide profundity with every thrust.

Then I heard the representative of the man who was to be my master, `` You said you wanted to fuck black men. That 's what you 're going to do. You 're gon na'fuck me and any other nigger who wants you this evening. Just like when ashen people enslaved Negroid, you have no say in the thing. ``

He continued, `` You said you wanted to give a black babe. I 'm going to breed you as many meter as I can. You 're gon na'behave as many nigger infant as I can get out of you. You be my property, to do with as I please. ``

I felt another hammer being pressed against my mouth.

Oh God ! I was being gang ****d by total darkness men.

I was bound and lost before a elbow room replete of people who were enjoying my humiliation.

I opened my oral fissure to accept the dick pressing itself to me as another repeatedly slammed up against my cervix.

I struggled helplessly against what bound me ... .there was no give.

In venom of, or perhaps because of the physical abuse, I started feeling coming welling up from deep inside me. They started in my vagina and traveled like galvanizing jolt through me to my extremities.

It was as if the Mexican valium that bound me were electrodes, and each orgasmic wave ended in a blow there.

'' Oh fuck me ! cause me yours ! Fuck me ! '' I exclaimed as my climax overwhelmed my senses.

I was aware of botheration, but it only heightened the feeling of disco biscuit streaming through my body.

I was lost in a euphoric delirium.

After a spell I slipped into a stupefaction. blackness men were still using my physical structure, but I was too exhausted to respond.

My brass, hair's-breadth and chest were covered in cum.

By the end of the night, I was tied face down so they could use my ass.

It was early the side by side morning when Dean was allowed to take me away. I was sent home naked, covered in more cum than I could feature ever imagined possible. And I was sore beyond impression. Everything hurt.

It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the courtly initiation that would make a white sex hard worker of me. I was to be owned by the lightlessness man called Robert. His programme was to breed me as many times as he could ; my womb would belong to to him.

I also knew that my initiation would ask me being tattooed and collared to express the world that I was Shirley Temple Black owned.

Dean was excited to see me given up to be a smuggled man 's sex slave. He encouraged me to go through with it, insisting that that was my intent in life.

I still had serious misgivings, but having been caned already for my hesitation, and with Dean pushing me forward, I saw no alternative but to go through with it. Suffice it to say I was very frightened.

The day of my scheduled enslavement was very strange. Dean was the most roll in the hay hubby, encouraging me all the way. He took me to a spa that was recommended by men at the ball club. I had an engagement with a picky black lady who knew what she was preparing me for.

She was very beautiful, so much so that I felt a little intimidated. But she was also very placate. She started by trimming and dyeing my hairsbreadth. She soaked and bathed me in an redolent bath. Then she shaved me. Finally she gave me a manicure and pedicure, coloring my finger and toe nails bright red.

The way I was pampered, I should have been completely relaxed, but the uncertainty of what lay before me overshadowed everything.

Back dwelling house, Dean took direction. He dressed me in an getup he had picked out for the social occasion. The little possible boxers, nice and nasty. And a string bikini top of very thinly material. Black high school heels completed my wardrobe.

James Dean likes the way I tend to pierce my pelvis out as I walk in them. He says I 'm very aphrodisiacal wearing hound. Of course of study there was no underwear. dean believes that a slut should n't fall apart underwear.

James Byron Dean drove me to the club. I was feeling the converging of the very complex, mingle and strong emotions of awe, fervor, and pending loss.

Even though it was a warm day, I was shivering slightly. My pussy was wet. My mammilla were twit, clearly visible against the flimsy fabric of my top.

James Byron Dean was cheery and kept telling me how gallant he was of me, and how it was my lot to be a brood maria for blacken men.

I felt that I might throw up at any moment.

We arrived at the nightspot at the appointed hour of 5 o'clock.

Everyone was happy to see us as I was the main attraction for the evening.

We were greeted at the door by the black man, chosen by the leaders of the cabaret, who was to be my master. Looking at him I just knew I would be breeding his black babies.

Just as before, the space was dark-skinned, all the tad were drawn, and it smelled distinctly of sex and marijuana smoke.

For the first 15 moment, Henry M. Robert took me around and introduced me to members of the club. There were about 30 people there. I got many compliments on my slutty turnout. During that short time, I had several drinks and smoked a little marijuana to help unfluctuating my nerves. I may have looked tranquilize and collected on the outside, but I was shaking in fear on the inside in expectation of what was about to come about to me.

It seamed as if no time at all had passed before Robert introduced me to a group of black women explaining, `` these fine smuggled lady are going to get you ready for your formal presentation to the extremity of the order. ``

The adult female smiled at me as if they knew something I didn't.

'' You ready to get black property love ? ``

'' Here let 's guide off those slutty wearing apparel. You white trash wear the sluttiest getup. ``

With that they stripped me naked. Then they proceeded to oil my body. It was odd to palpate all those hands touching, rubbing oil on to me, all at the same time.

When they were done, and my eubstance was liberally covered with oil, one of them called, `` the bitch is ready boy. ``

Four blackamoor men came and led me outside to a phantasy wooden cross in back of the building. With two men lifting me up, the others tied me by my wrists and feet so I was suspended.

There I hung for the proficient section of an hour as the members of the nightspot paraded by looking upon the white woman who was about to become property of one of their extremity, and by telephone extension holding of the club as a whole.

My shoulders ached terribly by the time I was finally taken down and led back inside to the fundamental upbringing bench.

A quiesce descended over those gathered. Robert spoke to the group, `` This is Barbara Jean. Tonight she 's going to be fully initiated. She will be collared and tattooed to demonstrate she is my property. From now on she is my beef, and I 'll breed her as I please. ``

A black charwoman approached.

As Henry M. Robert watched, she produced a stainless steel slave leash for around my neck.

'' This is what we do with cheap white bitches, '' she said. `` We make slaves out of them for our men to engender. ``

I was stunned by the sizing of the collar. It was 2 in extensive with a large range of mountains connectedness attached to a ring on the catch. I was somehow expecting a arrest that was more cosmetic. This was a reliable slave collar. No one could ever mistake it for anything but, and there was no way it could be hidden. I saw that the clasp was designed so that once it is closed, it could not be opened. I was to assume that collar and the accompanying shackles for the rest of my life.

I wondered what citizenry would think seeing such a affair on me. Everyone will cognise I 'm a whitened strumpet for shameful cock. I was having second thoughts and preparing to bolt.

As if reading my mind doyen encouraged me, `` Barbara, be brave. You can do this. ``

Henry M. Robert interjected, `` This collar shows my ascendancy over you and blacks'ascendancy over whites. ``

As always, I yielded to dean 's desires and stayed. I thought about how I had gotten myself into it all. I never thought things would go this far. Somehow I thought that this would all just be some form of purpose play. Things just moved so fast.

The reality sank in as the black cunt locked the slave collar around my neck. I heard an audible click as it was snapped shut. It weighs over a lb and is a constant monitor of my new status.

At that moment I realized that I was trapped, my fate was sealed.

Next she placed steel trammel around my wrists and finally my ankles. Those weigh half a pound each. As with the striver collar, they were wide and permanently locked conclude. With the assistance of another blackened woman, mountain chain were run through closed chain in the shoe collar and shackles to rings set in the floor until I was chained face down tightly to the breeding bench.

The total darkness beef stepped away, and a blackamoor man approached. `` You will be marked to exhibit all that you are a white trollop, the property of a black man. When I 'm with you, no white man will ever again want a whore like you. ``

He then proceeded to tattoo a map of Africa high on my rear between the articulatio humeri blade. The needle stung, burned as it buried ignominious ink into my white skin. I could n't see what he was doing.

My rummy sentiment was that I was now completely under their dominance. My body was now Robert 's to literally do with as he pleased.

When the map of Africa was done, the black bitch returned and loosened the chains so I could sit up. In that position, the ace of spades was tattooed on my upper right arm.

After that I was re-chained face up by my cervix shoe collar, wrists and ankles. The Chain were tight so, I could n't move. My legs were spread apart exposing my bare cunt to the crowd. In this position, I was tattooed with the Queen of nigger on each breast, just where the white meat starts to curve out. They will be seeable with any low neck bloodline blouse.

Finally `` black Owned '' was tattooed above my kitty, just below my belly clit, high enough that low riding pants will reveal it.

After about an hour, the tattoos were finished. When I was released and finally had a chance to see my tattoos, I saw that they were n't dainty girl tattoos. They were tattoos to cross out me for what I was.

I was already in the position to be bred. The black bitches pulled the irons a small tighter, stretching me out.

My ass was on the border of the workbench, my stage spread apart so Robert would have sluttish access to my pussy.

One of them talked to me as she adjusted the range of mountains to give my legs a little wider, `` This is how white skipper bred black women on the plantations. This is how your coon schoolmaster is going to breed you. Its how a whore like you deserves to be bred. ``

Robert approached me defenseless. His completely body was the ignominious Negro. His muscularity rippled underneath his sable skin.

I marveled at how masculine he looked. Edward White men by equivalence seamed so feminine to me.

His putz, which was already semi operose, was even inglorious still. Hard it would stretch to 10 inches and was 6 in around. Seeing him defenseless like that, I strangely felt proud that I was to belong to him, to be his snowy bitch, ready and willing to be fucked and bred.

Standing by my look, he said, `` Now gripe, sop up my inglorious prick. Get it set to impregnate you. ``

The chains attached to my neck leash limited my power to do much more than turn my face toward him and open my rima oris. I closed my mouth around it as he stuck that prick into my oral cavity and began fucking my face.

It was hugely thick. Never had I had such a thick peter, and as he thrust in and out of my mouth, it grew in size and firmness. Before long he was rock hard. I marveled at that beautiful black phallus glistening in the lights from my saliva.

He moved to the base of the bench and placed the brain of that hammer against my spread pussy lips.

They were wet from anticipation. My vagina had been wet from the metre we started driving to the club.

'' I 'm going to breed you now with the first of what will be many black c***dren you will have by me. ``

'' Yes, fuck me, breed me. pee-pee me pregnant with your black nigger babies, ''

'' You have a beautiful body made for total darkness breeding, You 're a exquisitely looking slut. I 'm going to be majestic to show you off when your belly is swollen with my baby. ``

With that, he slowly began working his thickset inglorious cock into my vagina. The cinch of his cock stretched me as no other pecker had ever done before. I felt like my whole body was opening up to him.

In the beginning the stretching trauma. Knowing this he entered me slowly and began fucking me almost tenderly.

But, before long he started fucking me hard. It was breeding eccentric of sex, not bonk making sex.

I was bound so tightly that I could barely move. I was at his complete mercy.

He could hurt me as much as he wished, and I could do nothing to stop it, and I did n't call back anyone present would interfere.

The joints I they had given me beforehand had been laced with cocain. I think they helped me slack up and relegate to him as my new master.

These hoi polloi knew what they were doing.

It was n't long before the first climax started to swell up inside me. I had a rutting Black furiously fucking me in public, my vagina suffering from the assault of his tremendous black cock, the tonic tattoos burned,

I was chained and helpless, I had been marked as a mordant man 's holding,

I was so shut to ovulation that I would most in all likelihood become fraught form the black seed that would soon be pumped into my womb.

All of those factors came together in a cascade of intense emotions. I yielded to my new passe-partout completely and allowed myself to be consumed by the most mightily orgasms that I had ever experienced.

I was moaning in ecstasy all my branch shook against their chains. My mind was consumed by a kaleidoscope of coloring material. My ventilation became ragged.

I have no idea how long it was before Henry M. Robert pressed the head of his hammer in the opening of my uterus and released an incredible load of spermatozoon. I could feel his putz jerking inside me and the pressure of his erupting come as he bathed my uterus with his Negro seed.

'' My nigga seed is inside you, woman, '' Robert declared as he came for the first time. `` I 've marked you for life ! ``

With that I had such an intense coming that I thought the top of my straits would blow off.

As soon as he finished ejaculating in me, Robert began to sleep together me again.

orgasm down a little from my orgasmic high, I challenged Robert, `` Fuck me difficult, spade. Breed me good. Put a ignominious nigger baby in me. ``

merging my challenge, Robert proceeded to penalise my pallid White body with his thick inkiness cock, sending me back into waves of intense orgasms.

Before he was done with me, Robert came three times.

Each time he pressed his shaft tight against my cervix uteri and spewed his seed into my womb.

As he finally finished with me, he leaned over me and said, `` You have nice hips for breeding. You were born to be nigger bred. ``

Robert stepped away, and the black kick returned. They adjusted my string just enough so they could work a pillow under my hip. I was let to lie in that spot for an hour to assist insure that the black sperm inside me would fertilize an egg.

The only one to utter to me was James Byron Dean. He told me how gallant he was of me, and how erotic it was to see me being fucked by a inkiness man while I was chained helpless.

The opprobrious gripe returned and freed me. In total I had been on the reproduction work bench for about three hours. They removed the mountain range from the shackle on my wrist and ankle joint, and took the Sir Ernst Boris Chain to my collar out of the trading floor ring.

That chain they handed to Robert.

Henry M. Robert lead me naked like a dog on a ternion to a table. There we had some drinks and snacks. We could see three other Andrew D. White womanhood being fucked by melanise men.

I find that sight so erotic, for white women submitting their soft white bodies to rutting Joseph Black men.

Those fair sex were temporarily shackled as I was on my maiden visit to the golf-club. I sat there naked watching them with Henry Martyn Robert as his sperm trickled out my vagina.

I had discovered that blackened men cum unbelievable amount, and Henry Martyn Robert was no exception. I was amazed at how much sperm cell he had deposited in me.

We talked to get to know each other a little. Robert told me that now that he owned me, he was going to make me a member of the Black person residential area. We would survive in a black neighborhood, and go to a black church and smuggled social functions.

Not having noticed any other women tattooed and collared as I was in my two visits to the golf club, I asked Robert, `` How many white bitches are collared as I am ? ``

Grinning, Robert replied. `` One, you 're the first. Your husband said how you wanted to be tattooed, marked as a white loose woman for black men, and chained to show up your submission to the ignominious race. If that 's what a white lady wants, we know how to do it. There 's going to be more like you too. ``

I just sat in quiet as everything sank in. James Dean put them up to this. I was to fag out steel apprehension and shackles and interracial tattoos for the rest of my life because of my husband 's fetish. I guess I should induce been raging, but I was so resigned to my circumstances that I let that all go.

We socialized and mingled for a few hours. Henry M. Robert kept fondling and kissing me. I love the way he kisses, as aggressively as he fucks. He kept complimenting me, telling me what a sexy white bitch I was, and how sound I was for breeding.

I kept being addressed as slut or whore. Having submitted to being collared and tattooed, I had a special status with the Shirley Temple there.

Then I was chained again for more breeding. Henry Martyn Robert was the only one to fuck me because he wanted to be for certain the sister was his.

After that Robert took me to a elbow room for the rest of the nighttime where we fucked three more than times before falling asleep.

In the break of day he fucked me again. God ! That man is unsatiable, and I 'm his favourable Edward Douglas White Jr. bitch.

After all I had gone through, I really felt like a staring charwoman. Never before had I felt so thoroughly about myself.

My orgasms were so intense, I knew I truly was meant to submit to shameful men in any way they desired.

After the dawn fucking seance, we showered and dressed. It was about 9 Lord's Day morn. The only dress I had were what I had worn to the golf-club. The crotch of my shortstop was a piddling stiff from all the sex juices I had produced in expectancy of my initiation.

Robert led to his car by my cervix chemical chain. We went to a restaurant for breakfast. I was wondering if he would keep me chained in public places, but he removed the chain before we went in.

We received lots of stares. I was dressed very slutty, all of my tattoos were visible, and I was wearing those orotund pinch and shackles. I really felt proud of my new status.

I wanted everybody to know I was a black possess blank slut. It was amusing to see everybody trying to watch us without being obvious about it.

Robert saw this too and made the most of it by fondling and kissing me every chance he got. I felt so wicked french kissing him over breakfast.

Next he took me to his black church. I was n't exactly dressed for church, but I did as my headmaster desired. He was majestic to show me off to the congregation. I noticed a theme of Black supremacy in the government minister 's sermon. Henry M. Robert told me he was a fellow member of the club too.

After showing me his business firm, so I would know where I would eventually be living, we returned to the club. It was mid good afternoon. Before we got out of the car, Henry M. Robert again ran a chain through my collar.

Once inside, I noticed that more people had arrived. He led me over to a large wooden X fastened to the wall. It was a St. Andrew 's hybrid. On each box of the cross branding iron hoop were fastened.

Turning to me Henry Martyn Robert said, `` It is prison term to gift you to the members of the club. ``

Two black womanhood approached.

'' Its clip for Robert to show off his new whore, '' said the first.

'' Stand still grouse, so 's we can dismantle your white ass, '' said the other.

One removed my top while the other unfastened and pulled down my underdrawers. Stepping out of my shorts and brake shoe, I was again naked.

I was n't sure what was to happen to me, but by that meter, I had learned to simply take to what ever sinister people wanted to do to me.

Two declamatory melanise men took clasp of me and lifted me into the air in front of the hybrid. While they held me, the bitches ran chains through each wrist shackle to the iron ring on the top of the cross.

That done, the men slowly lowered me until I was hanging from my out dilute implements of war. The black cunt then ran chains through the shackles on my ankle to the fundament rings so my legs were splayed open.

Thus chained, naked, spreadeagled, and vulnerable, those in attendance gathered around to inspect me.

I could n't help it. As soon as I was publicly suspended with my leg spread as they were, my pussy started getting wet, my nipples hardened, extending an inch from my firm enhanced breasts.

Men and char alike came over. They ran their hands over my body as they wished. Some concentrated on my fine hair, so different from course of action, kinky black hair. Some fondled my breast, pinching or sucking my lead mammilla. Many stuck their fingerbreadth up my wet pussy.

Seeing how turn on I was, they would pull in some derogatory commentary like, `` This Theodore Harold White whore sure wants some bootleg cock. Ca n't your white husband take care of you, that you need to come here to be fucked by niggers ? You white sluts are all alike, craving real men, black men. ``

I was so completely incapacitated. My wrists and arms burned from supporting all my weight. I was sore all over from being tattooed and being stretched by Henry M. Robert 's thick inglorious shaft fucking me so long and so severe. In reaction, adrenaline was coursing through my dead body. And the more than I was fondled, the bedwetter I got.

Once everyone had their chance to humiliate me, Robert approached naked. He was ready for me, his duncical black peter standing out, stiff and hard.

'' This is how we introduce Edward White sporting lady who are black owned, And I 'm going to breed you up there so everyone knows you are my snowy cunt. ``

He grasped my hips, placed the tip of his black dick against the parted labia of my puss, and pulled me into him as he thrust up.

I was hanging at just the right height for him to impale me with the wax ten inches of that thick dim beam. The force out of his thrust forced the air out of me as he pushed himself right up to my cervix.

Then he started to have it off me as hard as he could, showing all that he was my master, and he would do to me as he pleased.

'' Yes ! Fuck me ! cover me ! plant your black nigga baby in me ! '' I cried as he ravished me like a rutting bull.

It was n't long before the 1st climax started welling up from my vagina. As if my shackles were electrodes, the waves of orgasmic energy scatter through my consistency to those steel rings binding me. It felt like jounce of electrical current were coursing through me from my pussy to the metal suspending me.

I experienced the sheer ecstasy brought about by my complete submission to a herculean black man. I was soon moaning in an orgasm induced delirium.

While I was obvious to his presence at the time, that was the moment James Dean returned to pick me up. He was shocked to see his wife naked and so suspended and assaulted. But, he also confessed that he found the great deal was so incredibly erotic. The vision he had of his white married woman shackled and the receiver of the historic luxuria of Shirley Temple Black for white women.

Eventually Robert came in me yet again, depositing his black seed into my womb. Except this sentence I was simply left to fall from my chains.

There I dangled, spent, exhausted as a lightlessness man 's spermatozoon dribbled down my legs.

Eventually I was freed, and Dean was allowed to ingest me habitation ... .. for the time being.

He kept telling me how sexy I looked with Robert, how erotic it was for him to see me pass on completely to what ever dim people chose to do to me.

He said he was very proud of me.

The next day, Robert came to claim me and take me to his sign, where I would be living for the foreseeable future.

I would be there and at the club, to be displayed as Robert 's Patrick White slut prop, and mother-to-be of his get-go bi-racial c***d.

There were hope that there would be many more

No one else would be allowed to fuck me until it was confirmed that I was pregnant with Robert 's c***d.

At that prison term, other members of the gild would be allowed to fuck and cum in my sass, and fuck my kitty-cat, and ditch their cum there as well, knowing I was being used for their pleasure and enjoyment as the clubs first really owned E. B. White trollop bitch.

After my pregnancy was confirmed, Robert had Dean come back to club alone.

Not knowing what was in entrepot, and expecting to see me, Dean went willingly and trusting, since it was his mind of how he had been wanting me to become a black military personnel property.

When he arrived, he was bound and shackled, standardised to me.

It was explained that since it was his vision to see me as submissive to inkiness Men and cleaning woman, it was only fitting that he should be too.

He was striped defenseless and bounds to one of the bringing up benches.

The women who had collared and shackled me returned with the same items that had space permanently on me, and fitted Dean with them.

The add-on of a steel chastity gimmick was attached to his minor penis.

There was talk of castration, but that would be left to a later date.

The tattoo artist was also there to cross out Dean with similar and appropriate tattoos to evince his submission to and ownership by black men.

It turned out that there were members of the club that had supporter who were more interested in using a white Male for their pleasure and use rather than ovalbumin females.

Dean was then offered to these men, whose desires rivaled the members who wished to have sex the Elwyn Brooks White women to came there.

dean had had these desires himself, to offer his torso and mind to Black men but acted them out by offering me to the black men of the club.

Dean became a regular seat gripe for blackness men, enthusiastically taking their turncock at both ends, and the strap-ons of any of the black women who wished to do so .