Chapter 8

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Gracie texted me. “You knew what they’d do to Paul! You horrid, black cock whore!”

I stared at the phone, ignorant but instantly curious of what possibly could have happened. There was no chance of getting a reasonable answer if she was that upset. The accusation, that glared at me from the screen, sounded like my and Gracie’s fate had become inescapably linked to the Fentons’ wills.

The bus ride home felt longer than usual, weighed down by the burden of what had transpired today. When I disembarked near my home, I wondered what new entanglements awaited.

I hugged my husband more warmly than I had in days. I explained I’d worked late and accepted his guarded suspicions. Nina made dinner - we dined in silence. Later, I revealed the day’s insanity to her privately. “What could they have done to Gracie’s husband to make her that angry?”

“Oh, Mother, you fool!” Pregnant with Rabb’s illegitimate child, my daughter scolded. “Promise that you’ll never let Grady or Rabb meet Dad!”

They’d already met, but I didn’t tell her that. There hadn’t been fallout from their brief encounters. I guessed Nina meant her father should never go to the Fenton home.

I slept uneasily and was awakened by another text from Gracie at 3 a.m. “You’re fired.” She went on to explain that she needed me for the rest of the week. Dead tired, I was tempted to reply, “Fuck you,” but guilt stopped me. If I worked those final days, maybe I’d learn what happened with Paul and why it was my fault. Before my husband left for work, I told him I’d be at work from 10 to 10. He grunted and headed out.

I didn’t see Gracie that day in the store. At 10 p.m., Grady texted while I closed up: “Lila, you’re due at my place tonight.”

I hurried from the bus stop - tired after a 12 hour workday. I was only supposed to do five-hour shifts. Ringing his doorbell, I felt the absence of a big black thing plugging my asshole. Did he expect me to go home and put it on before arriving past 11 p.m.? I’d texted my husband I might not return until morning.

Grady had an inscrutable expression when he opened the door: “You’re due a reward, Lila.” He stepped aside, his eyes fixed with inexplicable intensity. “The playroom awaits.” He closed the door and waved toward the living room. A white man sat there, which boggled me! “This is Paul. I’m not sure you’ve met.”

I hadn’t seen Gracie’s husband before. He sat on a folding chair near the TV, nervous yet patient, confused but expectant. Grady ushered me down the hall. “He’ll join us soon.”

The playroom smelled of urine and vomit; rubber mats were mucked with fluids. Gracie knelt in the scarlet corset, bowing at my entrance. Rabb stood naked, his great dick slick with spit and cum, sagging for once. I wondered what role I’d play tonight. Would the reward be positive or negative?

Rabb smirked, “She was quite the saleswoman yesterday, Pop.” He snorted at Gracie. “This whore even returned my money.” Grady glided up to me. “Thank you, Lila. Undress and step into the stocks for your reward.”

It was better than I had feared. Electricity zapped my nipples and clit and tongue when I orgasmed for the second time. Secured in the stocks, my body thrashed from the powerful sensations that sent me to a strange place of pain and joy! I had trouble getting all the air I needed through the gag-mask’s air hole. That deprivation unexpectedly enhanced my pleasure.

I didn’t see Paul creep in meekly and take a seat in a corner of the playroom. The white man flinched each time Rabb whipped his black cock against the face of Paul’s wife. Gracie kept weeping and moaning.

Grady entered me from behind and fucked my cunt hard and fast with his big black cock! Rabb held the control to my electrified clamps and gag. He occasionally slapped Gracie’s cock-stuffed face while her husband watched the scene from his folding chair. Paul had his cock in his hand and was jerking on it. He came more times than I, but the thin cum on the floor before his chair was half that of what spilled out of his wife’s gulping mouth.

When I climaxed for the fourth time, Grady’s prick erupted! He groaned and slapped my sore ass. “Take my seed, bitch!”

Gracie was tied to the bench, face down. She screamed as Rabb took her anus with his massive prick! “You really never fucked her ass, Paul?” Rabb grinned at the man. Paul’s small dick spurted for a final time from his frantic wanking as he watched his wife’s ass take all of the black man’s superior cock.

“Don’t let your mind wander, Bitch.” Grady spanked my flank, hard, just before his release! Hot cum in my cunt triggered a fifth orgasm. I wailed like a wicked angel. Rabb hit the electrocution switch, and I screamed from insane delights elevated!

“Well done, Pop.” Rabb chuckled and pulled out of Gracie’s ass, leaving her to squirm on the bench in agony. “Looks like Paul here got off better than expected.” The corseted woman gasped for breath, having fully collapsed to the disgusting floor. “Hey, ass-wipe, you get to clean up. Get your black-cock whore to help if she’s able.” Rabb left to shower in the bathroom down the hall. Paul went to the cleaning supplies cabinet. His familiarity with its contents implied that he’d been the playroom’s janitor before.

“Lila, you’re one hell of a white woman,” Grady withdrew his expended cock from my still-shuddering cunt. “You’ll be back tomorrow night, for another session.”

“Yes, Mr. Fenton.” I heaved air in and out, barely able to navigate the room, let alone piece together his brief instructions.

I got home, showered, and went to bed naked. My body was still buzzing at 3 a.m. I fell asleep and dreamed of my husband jerking off in the playroom.

The next day, an emotionally emaciated Gracie relieved me at work. She could barely walk. “Should I just not come back, Gracie?” She had fired me.

Gracie, still struggling from the aftermath of her ordeal, forced a bitter smile. She handed me a folder with the address of another Pilgrim’s Progressive store and a letter of recommendation. “This is what you asked for.” Her voice cracked. “But if you don’t mind still working here, I’ll rescind my decision.”

Her humility, after the suffering I witnessed, was inspiring. I felt empowered over her, sensing that she would no longer hold my oft-interrupted work hours against me. “I’ll keep working here,” I assured. I wished her a light day and easy customers. When my shift ended, I went to the mall bathroom and installed my butt plug. I rode the bus uncomfortably to the stop nearest to Grady’s house.

There, Rabb was fucking Rene on the couch. Her tits had no clamps. Instead, dragon’s teeth caused the nipples to bleed. She howled constantly but not loud enough for neighbors to hear. She was probably trained to keep her suffering at low volume.

Grady fucked me in the spare room. He took his time sinking himself into my trained depths. Then he pulled out to swat my ass until I was in tears from pain. My black master did this more than once before filling my orgasm-spasming cunt with thick seed.

Afterwards, Rene and I cleaned our separate rooms and then worked together to make the men dinner. I whispered, “Can I ask how you got caught up in all this?” She was around thirty with a slim build, blonde, and big fake tits.

Rene glanced at Rabb, who remained on the couch after she cleaned him up. He was watching a superhero movie. “I was a stewardess.” She whispered back. “I met Mr. Fenton on one of my last flights. He got me drunk after the flight and kept me tied up in the playroom for two days. That’s when I realized that I should get married, so I can have his children.”

She looked down at her bleeding nipples and blushed.

“You two are married?” I hid my surprise by brushing BBQ sauce on a rack of pork ribs. My daughter was sure he was single!

She frowned as if I should know better. “No, of course not. He only wants me for breeding his black man seed. I’m currently dating a guy I met on the internet.” She chopped up potatoes to make chips. “Rabb’s met Gary and thinks he’ll be a good cuckold, but he said I shouldn’t spook him yet about raising black children.”

Rabb wanted Rene to marry a man like Gracie’s Paul! I didn’t think the Fentons could still surprise me. “Do you really consider yourself a black-cock slut?”

Rene’s face glowed with pride and humiliation. “I don’t want to admit it, but I keep coming back, no matter what they do to me.”

To save Rene from further shame, I made cocktails for the men while ribs baked, chips sizzled, and green beans steamed. Rene and I remained naked. Grady and his son preferred to shower and dress after training us. They must use a lot of water every day! They slapped my naked butt or tits as I served them, without really looking at me.

They called me “Bitch” and “Slut.” My pussy confounded me when it got wet from their crass attentions. Grady thanked me for ‘finding’ Gracie and Paul.

The men ate, ignoring Rene and I, as we cleaned up around them, nude and submissive.

When they left the table, Rabb waved at us. “Come to the back room, after you two are done here.” He and Grady walked to the playroom. The two men’s voices rumbled, discussing how much more training we white cunts needed tonight.

Rene and I hadn’t talked at the table while the men ate and discussed solar panel futures. We tried not to eat too much, worried about depriving them of food they wanted. While cleaning up the kitchen and dining area, I asked her, “Do you think you’re pregnant yet?”

“I don’t think so. I had my period last week,” she answered, clearing plates from the table and bringing them to the dishwasher. “Rabb told me that when I marry, Grady will show my husband how to track my fertile periods.” She frowned in a moment of reflection. “I know how to take my basal temperature and check cervical mucus, but I think he wants to humiliate whoever I marry, with the knowledge that my husband must regularly check for when his wife can be bred by a black man.”

My stomach fluttered sickly at Rene’s admission. The men were serious about how to maximize their breeding potential. After cleaning the kitchen and starting the dishwasher, Rene and I went to the playroom.

Grady and Rabb were folding their clothes when we naked women entered. They put their garments on shelves in the wall and greeted us. Rene got on her knees and bowed in front of Rabb.

I followed suit and bowed before Grady.

A minute later, Rene and I were on our backs, on the rubber floor mats, and two black cocks were heaving in and out of two white cunts. They decided to have a contest to see who could give their bitch the most orgasms before shooting off in us.

Rene cried out as her body shuddered through her second climax. “Ahh!” Her eyes rolled back as she surrendered to Rabb’s massive prick driving into her tight cunt. Her nipples were clamped with clover clamps. He slapped and pinched her relentlessly, to keep her on edge.

Grady took his time, using his dick at a pace he’d learned I couldn’t resist. I’d had only had one climax so far, but it was a good one, and he proved himself capable of going any distance with his big, hard pounding prick.

Rene had her fourth orgasm right after I had my third. She wailed and shouted. The pain Rabb inflicted was brutal to watch, but I’d experienced that much and worse at these men’s hands. Grady simply groped my tits and looked very disappointed at me while his cock sawed between my wet thighs at a steady pace - a perfect pace for me, and soon I was cumming again!

Rabb groaned, grunting from his effort as Rene came for the sixth time! Her pussy squeezed around his pistoning pecker. The clover clamps on her nipples jiggled in the air like steel flies. Grady grinned at Rabb and then smiled down at, e. “You really are a great piece of white ass.” He already knew he’d won!

Suddenly, Rabb erupted in Rene. “Ah, fuck! I’m cumming!” He bellowed as he filled her spasming cunt with hot spunk!