Chapter 8

Charles Swartzenburg II
The cum running down her ebony thighs and dripping down her chin was delicious. Her big breasts jiggled as she stared at me with such wary shock. I brought her to the bedroom she shared with her husband. Her wedding ring gleamed on her finger.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“The man who can make your dreams come true,” I said, moving forward. My cock bobbed before me. “You want to be gangbanged by your prisoners.”

She shook her head.

“This is your dream,” I said. “You cannot lie here. Your desires are already laid bare. I have seen them. They are exposed. You dream about this night after night, frustrated that you can’t have what you crave. You’ve been thinking about it day after day, sitting in your office. Walking the corridors of the prison. Staring down at the yard during exercise. You’ve been lusting after this strong, White men. You want them to make you into a bitch.”

“N-no,” she whimpered.

“Don’t lie,” Mother said. She moved around her. “We’re both women. We both know how passion can consume us. That we are just as horny as men, but we feel like we have to hide it so often. We can’t express what we want. How we want men to push us down to our knees and treat us like things. Objects. Sluts to be fucked. It makes us so wet.”

Warden Parks sucked in a deep breath. Her boobs jiggled. She was naked here. Vulnerable. Her eyes flicked down to my cock. I had to make her into a bitch. I smiled as my cock twitched at the prospect.

“You just want to be dominated,” I said. “And I will make that happen.”

“How?” she asked. “This is a dream, right?”

“I’ll be coming to your prison soon,” I said. “I already rule it. The prisoners are already mine. I can prove it. I can make your dream come true. Three big, burly, White convicts that can come to your office and fuck you so hard. The missionaries have already claimed them.”

I could see something in her eyes flicker. She had a flood of young women missionaries into her church. They were all in my brother’s cult. They used sex to induct men into their service. They were effective, working through all the prisons in the state, including Clallam Bay.

I held out my hand. A collar went around her neck, connected to a leash. “You can be my bitch, Warden. My Black whore. I’ll fuck you hard. You know you want me to. Look at that dick.”

“It’s so big,” Mother moaned as she hugged me from behind. Her hands reached around me and gripped it. “So thick and long. You want this in your cunt, don’t you, Warden. You want to fall to your knees and suckle on him. Just promise to be his.”

“This is just a dream,” the Warden said.

“So it’s harmless,” I said. “Just make the promise, and I’ll shove you to your knees and mouth-fuck you hard, whore!”

A shiver ran through her body.

I yanked on the leash. She stumbled toward me, her eyes so wide.

“I want you on your knees, sucking my dick now bitch,” I growled. “Just say the word. Say, ‘Yes, Master, you own my soul,’ and you can be my bitch. My fucking Black whore.”

She whimpered, “Just a dream.”

“Just a dream,” I said, grinning. Deals made in a dream were deals with the soul. Straight through to the heart of the person. Mind. Soul. The seat of their Being. The immortal part of them that existed outside the body. That interfaced with the brain, but was more than bits of flesh. “Say it.”

“Yes, Master, you own my soul!” moaned Warden Parks.

The power connected us. Mother shuddered behind me, her soft breasts rubbing against my back.

I yanked hard on the leash in a downward motion. Warden Parks gasped and fell to her knees before me. Her mouth shot open. I rammed my cock past her lips. She trembled in shock at that. She took my cock to the hilt in her mouth.

I loved her suckling on my dick. It felt so good. So damned wonderful to have her nursing on me. Her lips sealed around my dick. The Black woman moaned, gripping my hips. Her wedding ring flashed. Her husband slept on the bed.

In the real world, he slept beside his unfaithful wife.

She bobbed her head, suckling on my dick. I loved how she worked her mouth up and down the rod. She nursed with such passion on my cock. It felt amazing. I groaned at the heat of her nursing. She groaned, her cheeks hollowing.

“That’s it,” I growled. “That’s a good Black bitch. Suckle on my dick.”

She groaned, doing just that. She nursed on me with all that she had. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. Mother nibbled on my ear, her boobs rubbing over my back. She held me with such love as the Warden blew me like a whore.

“You are my Black slave,” I growled. “You’re going to make sure my cell is ready. Large. A single bed. King-sized. Throw rug. Mini fridge. Oh, yes, you’re going to have it stocked and ready for me, bitch.”

She moaned around my cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “I’ll be transferring soon with my mother and my slut. They’ll both be in my cell with me.”

She nodded, sucking hard.

“Yes, yes, you’re such a good bitch, Warden,” I groaned. “Such a good little Black whore.”

She moaned around my cock, bobbing her head. I savored how she suckled on me. Already, the bond between us was growing. It had started the moment she spoke the words, and when she took my jizz, it would be complete.