Chapter 1

Eva sat nervously on the long sofa, brushing her loose dark afro hair from her face, checking her makeup in her compact mirror, and rifling through her identity cards and paperwork. The flyer in her hand – a miniature version of the large A1-sized poster on the wall of the waiting room – read:

NIGGER CUNTS OF CHELSEA
purveyors of fine Undesirables for the discerning fucker
23c Kinks Road
London

No finer Undesirable than me! she smirked. But you don’t have to be a “discerning fucker” to like my cunt, she thought. It’s like any other cunt in the land: hot, juicy, tight – just a different colour from the majority. But guys all over the world just like fucking what they don’t get. Expel all the black people, and suddenly we become some sort of exotic specialty, and everybody wants to fuck us. Jesus, what a totally moronic society we live in...

Apart from the poster, the walls of the waiting room were adorned with an assortment of very classy photographs of various beautiful black girls – each named – in a range of fucking positions. Alexis – slender, with small breasts, dressed in nothing more than stockings and a garter belt – was being fucked in the face by a thick white cock. Kira – also skinny, with long braided hair – bounced her pussy up and down on another big white cock. Aryana had long straight black hair and huge tits wrapped around yet another white cock. Lola was taking a copious facial: thick stripes of white cum squirting exuberantly from...

Jesus, all these dicks are white! sighed Eva. Aren’t there any black cocks left in the country? Oh shit, yeah, no, of course not...

“Eva Daniels?” The speaker was a handsome black woman in her thirties, dressed in a navy blue suit.

“That’s me! Lick my pussy,” responded Eva as brightly and courteously as she knew how, feigning wide-eyed job-interview enthusiasm.

“M’ pussy, Eva,” the woman smiled, “I’m Kiki, manager of Nigger Cunts of Chelsea. Do come in and sit down.”

Kiki’s office was as one might expect of the owner of a small but highly prestigious Chelsea outlet in 2050, with a desk, an assortment of filing cabinets, and various certificates and other memorabilia displayed on the walls. But of course, this being a fucking establishment, at its centre was a large fuck-couch, on which Kiki gestured for her interviewee to sit, surrounded by an assortment of cabinets containing vibrators, dildos, buttplugs, ballgags, masks, chains, and a number of items which even Eva did not recognise.

“I’m most impressed by your CV, Eva. You achieved top marks in Fucking and Further Fucking. And I see that you have been offered a place at the Royal Academy of Fucking from September – with a superb testimonial from Professor Cuntslicker, no less: most impressive, especially for an ‘Undesirable’! So tell me, are you thinking of this purely as a summer job, to tide you over till you start your course?”

“Well, I can certainly work full-time through the summer, Kiki. But I would be interested in staying on part-time after that – maybe a Saturday shift? And then, after achieving my National Diploma in Fucking, I could increase my hours here again.” Eva smiled with satisfaction. Answered that one well, didn’t I? she thought to herself.

“And tell me about your long-term ambitions, Eva,” responded Kiki.

Eva did her best to balance sounding like a young ambitious professional with seeming a reliably solid worker. “Well, at first of course I’d be delighted to continue working here, if that option were open to me. But in the long run, I hope I will be able to get a job in the City. My ambition is to work as an Office Whore in one of the better financial institutions, then perhaps to work up to Personal Fucking Assistant for a CEO. I hear the conditions are very good...”

“Admirable, quite admirable, Eva,” Kiki laughed. “You have grand ambitions – though you are aware, I am sure, of how difficult it is for ‘Undesirables’ like us to advance anywhere at all these days...”

Eva wasn’t sure whether Kiki’s last sentence was meant to be a lapidary put-down or a question, but she was determined not to be deflated. She’s testing me, she thought, to see if I’ve really got the balls. Besides, what’s it matter to her? She knows I might be out of here by September...

Kiki seemed to read Eva’s mind. “Forgive me for prying, Eva, but can you tell me a bit more about yourself. Are your parents still in the country?”

Eva frowned. “No, they were expelled ages ago, when I was a baby. I hardly know them. I was brought up by my elder brother Rob, who still lives here: he works as a civil engineer. But my parents GMed my tits and throat in vitro – to give me the best start in life under the Enlightenment: they thought that if I was to make my way in a white-dominated fucking society I would need all the advantages I could get.”

“Very wise,” replied Kiki. “Show me those tits, then, Eva.”

Eva removed her halter top, to display her breasts: large, round and luscious, both nipples pierced with shiny plain silver barbells. Kiki nodded appreciatively and sat next to Eva on the couch, cupping her hands around the girl’s breasts to better appreciate their texture and weight. “Oh, these are beautiful!” she exclaimed. “Your parents did well.”

“Do you want see my pussy too?”

“Yes please,” replied Kiki – though even before Eva had finished removing her skirt Kiki was leaning forward to gently flick the tips of Eva’s nipples with her tongue. Eva gasped, as she felt the first flickers of pleasure pass from her nipples through her body. “Ooh, sensitive, are they?” added Kiki, softly slobbering at them, feeling the areolas begin to swell between her full lips.

“Oh yes!” Eva trembled. “See, my parents made a point of giving me hyper-sensitive tits, which I think was very thoughtful of th– oh fuck oh fuck,” she swore, as a pleasurable shiver ran from her nipples through her whole body down to her cunt.

Kiki kept licking, now opening her mouth wider so as to gently cup her lips over the domes of Eva’s huge breasts, still flicking the pierced nipples with her tongue. “So, are you planning on staying in the country, then?” she spoke into Eva’s soft dark flesh as she changed sides. “All the discrimination, the exploitation – not getting you down?”

Eva was not sure quite why Kiki was asking her such personal questions while simultaneously making it so difficult for her to answer with any coherence. She was already moaning and squealing at the darts of pleasure shooting through her body, and was rapidly losing her carefully-honed interview voice. “Being an Undesirable is shit,” Eva muttered in between pants of pleasure. “Being called ‘nigger’ all the time, being spat at, shouted at, paid less, refused service, locked up – it’s all fucking shit. But I’m gonna fucking beat the system, Kiki. I’m gonna beat the whites at their game. I’m gonna suck cock and eat cunt better than the rest of them put together. I’m gonna make my parents proud of me: I’m gonna use my tits and throat and cunt to change this so-called ‘Enlightened’ society, make things better, so people like me don’t have to bow and scrape and lick ass in order to fucking survive – oh shit motherfucking Jesus yeah suck those tits!” Eva had lost control – and Kiki clamped her mouth around Eva’s right tit, licking wildly whilst her left hand stroked the other, rubbing saliva into the nipple and tweaking her piercing. Eva was squealing in ecstasy, as her hand found her clit and began to rub it frantically. “You’re gonna fucking make me come, Kiki,” she continued to mutter under her breath, “You’re a fucking ‘nigger’ like me, but you’ve got all the white dicks in Chelsea salivating at you and your black whores, you got them eating out of your cunt: that’s gonna be me, Kiki, I’m gonna – oh fuck, oh fuck yeah, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Eva screamed as she came hard, her hand rubbing her clit violently as she crumpled onto the floor.

Kiki looked down and smirked. “That’s the spirit, Eva. You’re the kind of girl I like. Together, we’re going to kick white ass until it’s grovelling at our fucking feet. Now, up you get, and show me your documents.”

It took a couple of minutes for Eva to regain her composure, lick the cunt-slime off her fingers, and hand Kiki her documents: proof of address, bank details, college reports, exam certificates, Residence Permit, Sterilisation Certificate, Racial Identity Certificate (“pure-blood Undesirable, no redeeming genetic features”), and...

“PNC?” prompted Kiki.

“Oh yes,” responded Eva, handing it over. It read:

This is to certify that
Eva Daniels
(d.o.b. 1^st July 2032)
has received the following in vitro genetic modifications:
1. fuckable throat (non-gag)
2. huge tits (firm texture, hyper-sensitive)
and is the offspring of Undesirable parents
expelled from the European Union on 16^th January 2033
and is therefore deemed to be a
PERMITTED NIGGER CUNT
for the purposes of residency,
on condition of her, upon reaching majority,
leading a verifiably filthy lifestyle,
as annually certified below.{br}

(signed) Minister for Undesirable Affairs for England and Wales

“That all looks in order, Eva,” said Kiki, as she ran all Eva’s papers through her photocopier, returning her the originals, and sat behind her desk. “I am very impressed by your college reports. They speak glowingly of your deepthroat skills, so I don’t think I need to test those out now. And your tits are clearly functioning perfectly. Now, the only thing I need to satisfy myself of is that you have the right disposition to give our clients what they want from a ‘nigger cunt’...”

“Apart from fucking them?” asked Eva. “What else is there?”

“Well, nothing as such, actually, Eva – but let me ask you: why do you think our white male customers are prepared to pay such a premium, and sometimes to travel many miles, to fuck black pussy, when white cunt is perfectly good for the job?”

Eva shrugged. “Never really thought about it very deeply, Kiki. Just got on with it.”

“In all your years in school, did anyone ever teach you about the history of black people in the white man’s world?”

“What, you mean conquest and colonisation and slavery and all that shit?”

“Exactly – but more than that, Eva: all that colonial shit happened precisely because of white man’s inferiority complex. White men with small dicks have to prove their own superiority by enslaving black men with big dicks, and stealing their women to try to convince themselves that their dicks aren’t as pathetic as all that. And when said black men have served their purpose, they get expelled – like your father did – unless they can be converted back into the slaves they always used to be. Your brother is still allowed to stay in this country not because anyone cares about the bridges or roads he builds – white people can do that – but because white women like being fucked by his big black cock. And you are allowed to stay so that you can be the submissive nigger fuck-slave white men want you to be. So, are you prepared, in this establishment, to play the role of the submissive fuck-slave, to be spoken to, and treated, like ‘nigger shit’?”

Eva sighed, and shrugged again. “Kiki, I’ve been treated like shit all my life. It’s a game. What else is new?”

“OK then, Eva, let’s see what you’re made of. I’ve got a customer due any moment – Kiki checked her watch – a first-timer from out in Fuckinghamshire somewhere: he seemed a bit nervous on the phone, maybe embarrassed that he was travelling all this way just to fuck black pussy for the first time in his life. But he said he wants a ‘nigger who knows her place’. I told him he could have his first trick half-price, since you’re new to this establishment. Happy for this to be your trial shift?”

“Jesus, uh ... OK.” Eva paused, unsure. On the one hand she didn’t like the way Kiki was describing the job. But on the other, she thought back over her eighteen years of living as a black girl in white society. She had already learnt, whether she was willing to admit it or not, her place in this world. Her parents had abandoned her and her brother to the wiles of the Enlightenment, in the vain hope that, by using the last of their meagre savings to sterilise her and GM her throat and tits, they could give her a leg-up in the brave new fuck-obsessed world they were fleeing. This was her destiny now: to fuck, to be fucked, and to be fucked over; to be despised and worshipped; to be the exotic, desired Undesirable. And so, “Bring it on!” she affirmed.