Chapter 10

Terrance chuckled warmly at our greeting and returned the hugs enthusiastically. “Hello, my beautiful breeding bitches,” he said with earnest affection.

His eyes roaming over our bodies with appreciation and approval. “You both look lovely, as always.” He placed a gentle hand on my belly and asked softly. “How is our baby doing?”

He received the same reports from Dr. Farragut that Grady got about our pregnancies. Terrance knew the status of mine. He just wanted to show he cared.

I glowed, “Wonderful, Daddy.” It felt a little strange, calling him that after all the time I’d spent on my knees worshiping Luthor’s towering figure and his huge prick. I kissed him on the lips and then made room for Nina.

Terrance placed a hand on her belly as well. “And how about our little six-month-er?” He asked softly, his eyes filled with joy for their fetus which was also healthy.

My daughter beamed at hearing her child called “their little six-month-er” by the black man who sired her second son to be. “He’s growing so well, Daddy! I can feel him kicking all the time now.”

“Little Sean looks confused sometimes when he’s nursing his mommy and the baby kicks.” I checked my appearance in the mirror by the front door. I wasn’t sure what to wear until Gracie explained at work. “Pick something slutty like a ripped dress, but make sure to highlight your tummy bulge. If you like, just leave it bare for all to see.

She also received an invite. Although she didn’t live in my neighborhood, one of Rabb’s friends knocked her up the second time, and she would walk with him alongside several other white bitches from the neighborhood who Rabb had personally knocked up.

I held little Jill at my chest. She was sleeping, but I was counting on her to nurse while we were walking. Luthor was in his office, not wanting to be disturbed. His chance would come when his offspring were bulging out Nina’s and my tummies. My daughter lifted Sean to her breasts, and the dark brown boy immediately grasped one and put his mouth on it, sucking milk out, right through her thin, slutty chemise!

“I’m ready when you are, Daddy.”

“Let’s go, my stupid, white sluts.” He guided us out of the house and down the sidewalk, his hand on my lower back to keep me close. His eyes roved over our curves, appreciating how well we were showing off his seed in our wombs.

The point was to walk along all of the neighborhood’s streets, which would take about the same time as trick-or-treating. Every white bitch with a black baby, either in her arms or in her belly, preferably both, was supposed to come out of their home and take the same route, regardless of where she started.

If possible they should be escorted by a well-dressed, black man. Terrance was wearing a fine suit, new leather shoes, and a jaunty hat. His grin shone in the evening sun.

The women were not surprised to see Grady walking arm in arm with a beautiful, white woman in a tight tank-top and a latex mini-skirt. Her bare belly was enormous! Six other women followed in different stages of pregnancy. Their faces were grim, eyes darting around praying that none of our neighbors, still at home, would look out their windows. Two of them were carrying black babies.

“Who’s that with Grady?” Terrance asked Nina.

“It’s Mrs. Lawson!” She exclaimed upon recognizing the young teacher in Grady’s arm. “She teaches social studies and history. She’s got to be in her last month.”

“Oh?” I was suspicious. “I don’t remember her living in the neighborhood. I wonder how they met.” I eyed my twice, fully blacked daughter.

Nina hesitantly admitted. “I sorta introduced them. Last year she gave me a failing grade, because she said I was disruptive. I got really pissed and took advantage of her weakness.

“She is a pushover for a damsel in distress story. I told her that a black man in the neighborhood was hitting on me, and (I’m sorry, Mom) I told her you didn’t care.” Her face blushed red, and for a minute she hung her head over Sean’s sucking face. “I-I told her it was Mr. Fenton, and she was stupid enough to confront him.”

Terrance grinned as he listened to Lila’s daughter’s confession. “A good white slut knows how to manipulate weak women for the advancement of the black race.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

I blushed when Grady and his women, who were walking faster than Nina and I, caught up to us.

“Hello Lila, Terrance.” He ignored Nina.

“Grady, my friend and brother!” Terrance called out with a wide grin as he saw the Fenton patriarch and the harem of pregnant white bitches. “I see you’ve been keeping busy.” He gestured to the women in Grady’s entourage, noting how far along they were in their pregnancies.

The two men stepped ahead of their walking partners and briefly hugged before diving into conversation about credit reports and how they discriminated against people of color.

When Mrs. Lawson recognized Nina, her facade of a pleasant company for Grady, crumbled to reveal deep, red shame.

While the men talked and walked, I went up to the teacher and introduced myself. “Nina told me what happened. I want to apologize for her behavior. I wish I could make her take back her lies.”

Mrs. Lawson tilted her head down, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m Francis, Lila. I-I should have known better. But your daughter acted so frightened and helpless, I couldn’t turn away from the lie she told.” She swallowed hard before continuing. “Grady exploded when I falsely accused him of preying on a teenaged girl.” She shook her head sadly. “He raped me. Then he called my husband to come rescue me. Grady raped me again in front of him!”

I didn’t know what to say. I began crying with her, wishing I’d never had a daughter. By this time in my life, I was so addicted to black cock, I would do the same as my daughter, to introduce fresh white women into this nightmare. That didn’t mean I liked it. I hated it, but I had already done a similar thing with Gracie, my boss at work.

We walked in tearful silence. Even Nina could read the social situation and kept her mouth shut. None of Grady’s women looked actually happy. Some had wan smiles. Most were carrying too much shame. Their bare, distended bellies were a lighthouse of social remorse. We walked as a sorority of humiliation.

Terrance remarked casually to Grady. “You must have worked miracles to breed with so many.” He browsed the women walking behind, noticing their sadness and shame. His eyes narrowed as he studied Francis’ expression. “I bet she was a bucking bronco when you first tamed her.”

Grady chuckled darkly. “Oh, I wouldn’t say she was the most difficult to tame.” His eyes stabbed me briefly. “Franny fought tooth and nail until I had my way with her. But it was her husband’s weakness and inability to save her, which ultimately conquered her.” He sneered at the pregnant teacher. “Conquest from within.”

Francis stammered out a whispered protest to Lila. “I-I’m not a conquest! I’m a married woman!”

We strolled the sidewalks, block after block. A heavyset white man emerged from his home, an older girl beside him. He held an assault rifle barrel up, glaring at us. His daughter had a shotgun pointed down. The man growled, “This is not your neighborhood!”

I spun with terror, looking for a place to run to, but Grady continued to walk perfectly calm. He spoke to us and ignored the gunmen.

“Stay calm. This man is a relic of the past. He needs guns to feel safe.” Grady, followed by Terrance, took the lead of our little group of white breeding mares.

Francis’ face paled at the sight of the weapon. She clutched my arm tightly and half-ducked behind me. “Lila, what should we do?” The other white women were equally frightened, looking around for escape and safety.

The man looked ready to shoot, hot under the collar, eyes bulging, but Grady didn’t even break stride as he continued his leisurely pace down the street.

We pregnant white women huddled close together, trying to keep our distance from the guns while still staying near the men they’d been assigned to follow.

Our eyes darted all around nervously. Grady and Terrance stepping in sync, the armed man watching from his front porch, pregnant women afraid of all of perceived options.

Everyone, even Grady - though he hid it well, was on edge, anticipating what would happen next. But no shots were fired, not yet. The man fumed, air rushing in and out of his flared nostrils, while Grady calmly discussed his business with Terrance.

Police sirens blared in the distance, approaching rapidly. The fat white man grinned at his adult teen girl. “The police will know what to do.”

Startled by the wailing car or cars, I hugged little Jill to my thinly covered breast. She caught my fear and clung to me tightly. Nina did the same with Sean, ready to use our bodies as shields.

“Francis, you stay with Grady. It’s very likely he anticipated worst case scenarios.” We continued walking. A police car arrived seconds later, much faster than I would have guessed.

The arriving Officer screeched his patrol vehicle to a halt up against the curb. He spoke authoritatively on the loudspeaker. “This is Officer Jonas Williams. Citizens, please gather behind this vehicle and others, for your protection.”

Grady hastened then. He led our group of women to the street and huddled down. Jonas called out to the gunmen. “Put your weapons on the ground.” He must have already called for back-up. When the officer emerged from his car, a hushed gasp frittered through the women who hadn’t met him.

The gunman’s eyes flared at the sight of a black policeman. The heavyset white man growled at the officer’s words and tightened his grip on his rifle. “You can’t tell me what to do, ya black pig!” He raised the gun higher in a threatening manner. “I gots every right to protect my home with all da firepower blessed upon white Americans by Jesus hisself!”

The heavyset daughter looked from her father to the officer with fear and clutched her shotgun to her chest. The girl was only eighteen years old, but she seemed wise beyond her years for someone raised by a bigoted father. She spoke timidly but clearly. “Daddy, maybe we should listen to him? The police are here now so everything will be alright.”

“Listen to your sweet daughter, Sir. Officer Williams implored. “You don’t want to wait for my fellow officers to arrive. You can’t threaten peaceful citizens, not even with insults - that’s called assault.” He slowly shifted to the front of his vehicle, keeping my vehicle between him and the two people with guns. He crouched down but keep his eyes above the hood. “Now, are there any other people in the building? You don’t want me to mark you for potential kidnapping, even if they’re family.” Another siren was just audible in the far distance, miles away. It and possibly more were headed this way.