Maureen's Choice (12 page)

Eileen gave her a half-hearted smile, “We’ll just do whatever they want us to do. How bad can it be?” The smile turned to a frown, “I’ve learned this since I’ve been here. Big Daddy means what he says. If we don’t obey, he’d have our father killed. He didn’t say what we must do tonight?”

“No, Trisha is going to explain that when she comes here later.”

“To tell the truth, Maureen, I love Dexter but I’m not in love with him like you are with Travis.” She smiled across at her sister. “I wonder what his proposition is. I’m not like you, obsessed with black men but there’s something about them,” she blushed, “something exciting.”

After they had showered, Trisha indicated that they were to dress conservatively, matching suits, black pumps, but of course no undergarments. They sat together at the make-up table applying mascara, lipstick and gloss. Eileen laughed, “It’s like we’re going for a job interview,” she said. Maureen was surprised at how well Eileen was taking the fact that she would have to stay here. But Eileen had always been resilient. She was emotionally, physically, and mentally tough. Much stronger, Maureen thought, than her older sister.

Big Daddy’s office was huge, furnished with expensive leather chairs and a couch. The walls were lined with books. He sat behind a massive ebony desk. Two chairs were

facing it. Trisha led the girls to these. When they were seated Big Daddy smiled and said, “Have you been instructed as to how you’re to sit when in the presence of a black man?” Quickly they pulled their skirts back and parted their legs. “That’s better,” he said, “Tell me Eileen how you’re to present yourself and why.”

The color rose to the young girl’s cheeks, “A white woman when she sits across from a black man should always let him see her…see her…”

“Cunt,” Big Daddy said. Eileen nodded. He frowned, “Say it,” he demanded.

Eileen bowed her head and said, “Cunt.”

“And why does she let him look at her cunt?”

“Because the black man is….is….superior and she wants to please him.”

“Do you like showing me your white cunt?”

Her head still bowed, Eileen nodded then quickly said, “Yes, yes Big Daddy. I like showing you my….my cunt.” She looked up, “It…it excites me to show myself to you like this.”

Big Daddy turned his attention to Maureen. “And what about you? Who does your cunt belong to?”

“You,” she said, “my cunt belongs to you and to any black man who wishes to use it.”

“Yes,” he said, “that’s a proper answer from a white whore for blacks. Did you explain my offer to your sister?”

“Yes. She doesn’t seem to mind staying here and she’s anxious to help our father however she can.”

“That’s good. It’s good for you and for Travis and it’s good for that frail old man up there in Ohio.” If Eileen signs the contract, I’ll have him settled in the best retirement facility in Ohio by tomorrow evening. He shoved a paper across the desk. “Eileen this is a contract. It’s a binding contract. If you sign it you are committed to fulfill its terms. I want you to read it out loud. I want you to understand it. If there’s anything you don’t clearly understand, now is the time to ask for clarification. If you agree to the terms you’re to sign it. Your signature relieves me of any legal action or responsibility. Of course it also obligates you to fulfill the terms. If you sign it, your sister will sign as a witness. It’s rather long so take your time and be sure you understand what you will be agreeing to.”

Nervously, Eileen took the document and glanced at her sister before she started to read. “I Eileen McGary, being of sound mind and body do freely and unconditionally agree to the terms of the following contract between myself and Big Daddy Johnson.

During the length of this contract, I promise to serve all black men with my body and mind. All of my body openings will be accessible to any black man who, with Big Daddy’s approval, desires to use me.” She frowned and bit her lip.

I promise to dress as Big Daddy wishes and wear the make up he requires I wear and to behave as he instructs.

I promise that from this day forward even after the terms of this contract have been fulfilled, I will have no sexual relations with any white man. My body is now and will always be for the exclusive use of black men.

I believe that the black man is superior and I am here only to please him in any way he desires.

She stopped and looked up at Big Daddy who nodded and gestured for her to continue. Her hand trembled.

“I believe my purpose in life is to be a white breeder for blacks.”

Maureen started to rise but Big Daddy held up his hand and motioned for her to sit. She made a little sound in her throat but sat down and bowed her head.

Eileen looked across at Big Daddy, “Does that mean I’m to have babies with black men?”

Big Daddy nodded, “Yes, that’s exactly what it means. And the black men will be very black so that you will produce black babies.”

Eileen shook her head, “I...I...don’t know if…if…

“Go on,” Big Daddy ordered.

After several moments Eileen continued, “I promise to keep my body clean, healthy, perfumed, and desirable for the black man’s pleasure.

I promise to wear, at all times, a collar and ankle bracelet with the letters “WBFB”.

These letters, as almost all black men know, stand for White Breeder For Blacks.

Does that mean…”

Big Daddy explained, “It means that wherever you go black men and black women will know what you are.”

I promise to have a permanent tattoo of a small black spade placed high on my

left breast so that black men will know I belong to them.

I promise that the only orgasms I will have from this day forward will be from the fingers or cocks of black men. I will not masturbate or use vibrators and no

white man will ever have access to my cunt.

I will never wear under garments. In the presence of any black man I will keep my legs spread so he can see my white cunt. I will keep my lips parted so he will know they are open for him. My lips will belong to him. I will kiss him whenever and wherever he wishes. I will suck his cock whenever and wherever he wishes.

I promise to remain a breeder until I have given birth to six black babies.”

She looked up at Big Daddy and shook her head. “I…I…can’t. I really can’t do that,” she cried. “I…I…thought you meant maybe have one black baby, but six! No! No! That’s impossible!”

Big Daddy pressed a button on his desk. Behind him on the wall appeared the photograph of her father sitting in a chair looking terrified as four young black men stood around him. Both girls stared at the photo. Big Daddy reached for his phone. Quickly, her voice breaking, Eileen said, “I promise….I promise to try to have black babies.”

Big Daddy held up six fingers. “Six,” he said.

“Yes, six,” Eileen whispered.

Big Daddy grinned across at them, “Think of it this way, Eileen. Suppose you had been caught shop lifting or doing drugs or had accidentally run over someone with your car and driven away and were later caught. You’d spend at least six years in prison. Your sister would never see Travis again. Your father would die soon in poverty. The six years you spend as a breeder will be spent in comfort. Everything you need and want will be provided. Your sister goes back to her man. Your father spends his final years in relative luxury. Upon delivery of the sixth black baby I will write you a check for $120,000 and offer you an excellent job as a recruiter which you will be free to reject if you wish.” He paused to study her then reached across to place his hand over hers, “You are nineteen. When your service here is completed you will be only twenty-five with a full life ahead. You are beautiful and healthy. I’m sure your babies will be the same.”

Eileen felt him gently squeeze her hand. “The babies,” she said, “will I keep my babies?”

“Oh my, no. Whatever would you do with six black babies? They will go into good homes of well to do couples who cannot have children. I have a very long waiting list.”

“I…I’ll never see them?”

Only for a few weeks while you nurse them.” He sat back and chuckled, “Like I said you will be twenty-five, plenty of time for black babies of your own.”

Eileen thought for a moment, then nodded. “But how? I mean who will the fathers be?”

“They will be much like yourself, young, healthy, and handsome. I choose them myself. All are given extensive physicals and are checked very carefully before you are sent to them or they come to you. Two nights each week you will be fucked bareback by ten men. Between times you will rest and exercise and be well taken care of. On the nights when you are sent to breed, each of these men will take you once. Believe me, my dear, you will be filled with powerful black seed. You may be required to use your mouth to get them erect but I doubt that. My guess is that in a short time you will become as addicted to black cock as your sister is. Certainly you will look forward to the breeding nights. Orgasms all night long!” He laughed.

Eileen smiled weakly at him and nodded. He tapped the contract with a stubby finger.

Above the space for her name was written, “I state that I sign this contract freely. I have not been threatened, intimidated, drugged or in any way forced to do so. I acknowledge the contract is a binding one.”

He pushed a pen across the desk. “Sign it above your name. Maureen is to sign as a witness.”

Her hand shook so badly she had to start twice. Maureen added her name and handed the paper back to Big Daddy. He smiled at the girls and sat back, folding his hands over his massive belly. “You did the right thing, little sister. Big sister gets to go back up north to her lover. Your real Daddy is going to live out the rest of his life in comfort. And you are going to discover that there’s nothing better on God’s green earth than getting fucked hard and often by a gang of super stud black brothers. In the end you’ll be proud that you added six mixed race babies to the population.” He leaned forward and looked steadily at the sisters, “Everybody wins, ain’t that right?” Maureen and Eileen nodded. Big Daddy pressed a button on his desk. Immediately, Trisha entered and walked quickly to

stand behind the two women. Big Daddy continued to stare impassively at them,

“Before Trisha takes you to your rooms there’s something else you need to know.” He took a deep breath, “Both of you have got away from the most important thing you need to do and think and feel in this new way of living you picked. What is it?”

Eileen looked at her sister. Maureen hesitated, “To…respect…to honor the black man,” she said.

“No, you got it wrong!” Big Daddy said, his voice rising. “You got it mixed up with that love shit. This got noting to do with love. That damn Dexter and Travis been treating both of you like fucking white princesses. Now, I got to set your minds straight. Neither of you is equal to the lowest, filthiest, laziest, ugliest, worthless black man or black woman either. The black man’s cock is your God. The thing you want more than any other thing in this world is to be permitted to kneel before a black man, any black man, and kiss the end of his black prick! Now, Ms. Maureen what’s your purpose in earth? Why are you here?”

Maureen was quick to answer this time, “To worship the black man’s cock.”

Big Daddy nodded at Eileen, “And why are you here?”

Her face reddening, she whispered, “To worship the black man’s cock.”

“Yeah,” he said leaning back, “What’s needed is some lessons to teach you exactly what that means, some lessons in humility, some lessons to show you where your place is.” He paused, frowning, “Since Eileen is staying here, she’s not likely to forget, but you,” he pointed at Maureen, “going up north there with Travis, you might fall back into that husband and wife is equal shit. I think you need some hard lessons in humility. You been forgettin what your place is.” He leaned back regarding her for several moments. She felt a tremor of fear through her body. “We’ll talk about this later,” he said. “Yes,” he gestured to Trisha who tapped the sisters on their shoulders. The three of them filed out.

Chapter Eight

Trisha led them back to Maureen’s spacious room. “There’s some things Big Daddy wants me to lay on you,” she said, directing them to sit in the two big comfortable chairs. “After I put the “White Breeder For Blacks” collar and ankle bracelet on blondie here, you both gonna rest for a couple of hours. I give you something to make you sleep. Big Daddy say his little blonde breeder gonna start tonight and her sister gonna join him and his guests.”

Maureen began to object, “It’s too soon….”

Trisha glared at her, “You one fuckin uppity white bitch. You got to learn your place. You do what Big Daddy say or there be hell to pay.” She waited until Maureen nodded. “Around ten o’clock after you shower and dress up you be taken to the breedin room. The breedin studs come one at a time to fuck blondie. After all ten shoot their loads in her she gonna be one wore out bitch. Eileen’s blue eyes were wide, her cheeks scarlet. She didn’t seem to have quite grasped what she’d just heard. Trisha continued, “Each stud takes a half hour each time.” She poked Maureen, “How many hours is that?”

Maureen looked up, “Five,” she said.

“That’s right. Your little sister gonna fuck for five hours. Ten loads of black cum be fillin up her little white cunt!” The thought of it amused her. “Yeah, that white pussy gonna sure get stretched tonight!” She chuckled.

Maureen held back the tears she felt forming, “These men,” she began, “are they….are they…”

“They is big, mostly young, healthy fuck studs,” Trisha said. “Most is or was athletes. Big strong bulls, some handsome, some ugly, but no druggies. Doctor checks them before they fuck your sister. Big Daddy don’t want her messed up with no diseases.”

Maureen reached over to touch Eileen’s arm, “That’s good, honey.” Eileen nodded.

Trisha grinned at them. “Two nights from now it start all over again only with ten different black bulls. I spect little blondie here gonna start makin a baby real quick.”

Maureen frowned, “Is Eileen the only one….I mean, are there others who are forced to do this?”

Trisha laughed, “Hell yeah! Big Daddy got white breeders in just about every city and town in the fuckin country. I spect he got a stable of at least a thousand white girls fuckin black bulls and havin babies. He calls it his mission. He wants to make the white race a tad blacker and the black race a tad whiter so, in time, there be no black and white. That’s Big Daddy’s plan.” She paused considering whether or not to go on. She shook her head deciding she would. “Your sister, here, gonna start takin lessons in how to speak French. After six years she know it pretty good. When she done havin her six babies, Big Daddy send her to France to recruit white breeders there.”