Ann bowed her head and wept silently. Watts signaled for more wine. He waited until Ann brushed away the tears and looked up at him. He held up a copy of her contract, “Your turn,” he said. She nodded.
“How much money does your husband owe the poker players?”
“I’m not certain, but about ninety thousand dollars.”
“What does he owe the stockholders he scammed?”
“I don’t know. Several hundred thousand I think.”
“Who cosigned all those notes that made it possible to steal from the stockholders?”
“I did, but I didn’t know...”
Watts cut her off, “Who is preventing you and your husband from going to prison? Who is paying off his huge gambling debt and fixing the stockholder problem and saving his trucking company?”
“You are.”
“Not me alone. The NWS is doing the heavy lifting. So, that means you are deeply indebted to the NWS?”
“Yes, I am.”
“What have you learned about the superiority of the black man, specifically about his penis?”
The question caught her by surprise. She tried to remember what the first part of the contract said. “It...it’s bigger. I mean the black man’s penis is longer and...and thicker than the white man’s or the Asian man’s.” He waited while she thought. “Oh, yes he has more stamina and his...his sperm is better.”
“Why do you think those qualities might appeal to women, not just white women, but all women?”
“I suppose it’s a genetic thing. Females of every species instinctively look for the male who will give her the strongest healthiest children.”
Watts raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I sometimes forget I’m talking to a very intelligent woman. That’s exactly right. But isn’t there another reason why the black man’s penis would appeal to women, especially white women?”
“Maybe she would find the contrast arousing. I wouldn’t know, but maybe the size, the bigger size is more stimulating.”
“Yes, Mrs. Gardner, exactly right on both counts. Now, you’ve signed this contract,” he held up his copy. “In item number one, what have you agreed to do?”
“I agreed to...to worship black men no matter what they looked like or what they had done in the past, or how they felt about women.”
“Number two.”
She looked away from him and spoke is a small voice, “I will give them....I mean I will service them, service the black men with my vagina, my....mouth, my anal opening.” She glanced at him then looked away again. “I promised to...to...kiss them, to lick, to
suck wherever they wanted me to.”
“Six.”
“I will never wear a bra, panties, or underwear, or stockings during the ninety days and nights.”
“What does number ten require of you?”
“Partly as reparation for what the white men did to their slaves I will accept without complaining whatever abuse or humiliation they wish to give me.” Suddenly she stood up, her eyes blazing. “This is insane. It’s....it’s obscene, disgusting, immoral, as Christians we’re supposed to treat each other as we would be treated, we’re taught to love one another but this...this hateful contract is something Satan would have approved. You want too much of me. Why should I.....”
Watts slammed his hand down on the desk and shouted, “Sit down, bitch!” She hesitated then sat frowning across at him, her cheeks red. “You’re teaching African American Culture in a mostly black neighborhood and you don’t know shit. Did you know that in the early nineteen hundreds long after Lincoln was supposed to have freed the slaves, black men and women were routinely tortured and mutilated then often hanged or burned alive before celebrating crowds sometime numbering in the thousands? As I told you, white folks would bring their children to witness the spectacle of a black boy being burned alive because he was accused of looking in a certain way at a white woman.” He paused staring across at her. “Yes, Mrs. Gardner. Imagine fifteen thousand cheering white Texans, some fathers holding their children on their shoulders so that they could better see the black boy burning.” He paused, bringing his anger under control. “Don’t lecture me about Christian charity. Where was your God when that black boy looked down at the shouting crowd and the flames? You forget that there are two Gods in your Bible. One of them said, ‘An eye for an eye’. Retribution, Mrs. Gardner. What the NWS is doing isn’t much, but it’s a start.” He sipped his wine. “What’s in number twelve?”
Subdued, Ann looked across at him, “When I am summoned on my special phone or by email I will stop whatever I’m doing and prepare myself to either go to the caller or receive him in my home. I will give myself to him in any way he wishes.”
“Fifteen.”
She thought for a moment. “I will go out in public with any black member who wants me to accompany him. What he looks like or how he behaves will not deter me from showing him the respect he deserves. I will honor him and be proud to be seen with him.”
Watts nodded, “Good. It seems you understand the contract. It remains to be seen how well you abide by its terms. You know your husband will often be required to take you to one or more of your Masters as well as bring them to your house. He will also be required to serve them, but as I said, never in a sexual way although he may be ordered to lick their cum from your pussy, ass, tits, or lips. That’s called ‘cleaning you’ or ‘eating cream pie’.” He laughed. Paul felt his cock begin to stiffen. Watts pushed his chair back away from the desk and crooked a finger at Ann. “Come,” he said, pointing to the floor directly in front of him. Ann had been expecting this, but felt her legs tremble and the color rise to her cheeks as she crossed to stand before him. He looked up at her smiling,” You know what I want,” he said.
She bowed her head, then looked at him her cheeks scarlet, “Yes, I know,” she murmured. Her hands shook as she unbuckled the belt of the raincoat and then the buttons. She hesitated, then opened the coat and shrugged it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor.
Paul half rose out of his chair, “Oh Jesus!” he exclaimed.
Watts motioned for him to sit down. “Turn around,” he said. She turned her back to him, now facing the two women on the other side of the room. “Ahh,” Watts sighed, “just as I thought when I felt it the other day, round and firm. You have the bubble ass of a fine black woman. Members of the NWS are going to like that. Now, turn back to me.” His hand went to his crotch as he examined her. “The black tattoos stand out and are placed just right, easy to see. So is the ankle bracelet. Tell me what the letters stand for.”
She glanced down at the open toed shoes. It was strange to see her toenails painted bright red. The gold bracelet glinted. “The letters mean ‘I Love Big Black Cock’.”
“How do you think the black men are going to react when they see that?”
“I...I...don’t know.” He waited. “I mean they will probably approach me.”
“What are you going to do when they, as you say, approach you?”
“I’ll be....be...I’ll welcome that...welcome their approach. Let them...let them...” she didn’t finish.
“Let them touch you, maybe even encourage them to touch you?”
She felt a wave of heat spreading from her breasts downward, “Yes, let them...encourage them to...to touch me.”
“Kiss you?”
“Yes, kiss me.”
“What if a black NWS member wants to take you somewhere right then and fuck you?”
She could feel her pussy begin to moisten, “Yes, I...I’d have to go with him.”
He nodded. “Just a few more things, Mrs. Gardner, and then you can go home. The NWS has adopted some of the customs of the southern slaveholders. One of them is called ‘the position’. When a female slave was ordered to take ‘the position’ she would immediately fall to her knees, remove her blouse or shirt, expose her bare breasts, place her hands behind her neck, and arch her back. This would serve to lift her breasts as if she were offering them to h
er Master or Mistress. Often her nipples would be painfully pinched. Sometimes they would be whipped. Even the children of the slave’s owners abused the black female slaves in this way. They would laugh and devise other ways to torment these black women.” He reached out and moved his hand up the back of her leg, along the muscled curve of her calf, along her thigh, and into the hairless slit. “Wet again, Mrs. Gardner?”
She shuddered, “Yes,” she said.
“Take the position,” he ordered.
Slowly she got to her knees before him and, as he’d instructed, placed her hands behind her head thrusting her breasts up toward him. Her smooth pink nipples were stiff. He rolled each between his thumbs and index fingers. She closed her eyes and gasped. Watts glanced over at Paul, “Your wife’s hotter than you knew. She has potential.” He squeezed her nipples, “Ain’t that right? Aren’t you hotter right now than you’ve ever been?”
Looking down at his hands on her breasts she shook her head, “I...I...don’t...don’t...”
He released her and sat back in his chair. “Look up at me,” he said. “Do you remember what punishments I told you were administered to the slaves?”
“The boy...the boy they burned.”
“Yes and the thousands they hung. They even sold postcards of black men, sometimes six or seven in a row, hanging. But what other punishments?”
“They were often whipped.”
“Yes, whipped hard, flayed until there was no skin on their backs. Sometimes they were whipped simply to amuse the white owners and their wives and children. This often happened to the female slaves.” He gestured to Rona who pushed a button behind the bar. The wall at the left side of the bar slid back and a small raised stage rolled forward. From eyebolts near the top hung two ropes. Attached to each was a wrist cuff. Ann turned to see them and quickly drew her hands up to her face, “No, my God, please,” she whispered harshly.
“If you’ll recall,” Watts said, “the possibility of whipping is mentioned in your contract.”
“But you wouldn’t,” Paul said.
“For the slightest infraction of the rules your wife will be brought here, stripped, secured to that pole and whipped. What’s more, you will bring her here to be punished. Both of you should keep that in mind. Do what you’re told. Don’t object or complain.”
He nodded at Rona who touched the button again. The small stage slid back as the concealing wall closed. Watts took from a drawer in his desk two boxes. He opened the first and laid out on the desk a pair of identical cell phones and a pair of iPhones and a single small black box. Waving a hand at Ann, he said, “Stand up. You can put your raincoat on.” Quickly she stood and buttoned the coat and pulled the belt tight. He pointed to the chair next to Paul. She sat. He pushed all of the devices across the desk, “Take these with you. The cell phones and iPhones have coded numbers that only members of the NWS have access to. Keep both phones with you at all times. Answer immediately and do whatever the caller tells you to do. Often when your wife is servicing one or more of our members in some place other than your house you will be sent photos or videos of her service. Be sure you look at them. The black box attaches to your computer and sends a signal to your television screen so you can watch and listen to her on both of them.”
“Why?” Paul asked. “What good does it do for me to....to witness the awful things that she will be made to do?”
Watts smiled at him, “Two reasons. Almost always the husbands of female slaves were forced to watch their wives give their bodies to the white slaveholders, sometimes to the young sons of the slaveholders. The theory was that having to watch the abuse would make the husband feel diminished, helpless, inferior, and unable to protect his wife. It would weaken him, help to break his spirit. As with the number of times his wife was raped in front of him, he would also begin to lose respect for her even though he knew she was as powerless as he.” Watts pointed to the bulge in Paul’s gray trousers, “My guess is that, unlike the slave husbands, you might find some perverse pleasure in seeing her abused.”
“That’s .....that’s not true...,” Paul began to sputter. He was aware that Ann had noticed the bulge in his pants.
Both Watts and Rona laughed. Rona handed Ann the other box. “You will be entertaining a guest this evening. He’ll call to let you know what time to expect him. He picked this out yesterday. You’re to receive him in it. Also wear those shoes you have on. Nothing else. Prepare with the cosmetics as I’ve shown you. You are to greet your Master warmly with a kiss, an open mouthed kiss and remember he determines how long it will last.” She paused and stepped back. “Have you ever sucked cock?”
Ann shook her head, “No...no....not ever.”
“Well, I expect you got a lot to learn. How about ass fucked? You ever been fucked in the ass?”
“Oh my God! No! I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.”
Watts slammed his hand down on the desk again, “You fucking can and you fucking will!” he shouted. “Have you already forgotten the whipping post, you dumb bitch!”
Ann bowed her head trying to hold back the tears. Watts handed Rona a plastic bag. From it she took a large tube of KY jelly and three anal plugs of graduated sizes. She held the small one up before Ann. “Do you know what this is?”
Ann shook her head, “No, I don’t.”
“It’s an anal plug.” She showed Ann the tube. “This is KY jelly. Your lube your ass with it and then shove in the plug. It widens your hole. Keep it in except when you shit.” She held up the two larger plugs. “When the small one feels comfortable, go to the next size. When that feels ok, shove the big one in. Most black men got real thick cocks. Unless your hole can take them they gonna rip it, so it’s best if you do what I’m sayin.”
She put the plugs and KY back in the bag and dropped it in Ann’s lap.
Watts pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. “It appears we’re finished here,” he said. “You belong to us now, Mrs. Gardner. Remember your grandparents out on Long Island. Remember the whipping post here in this room.”
Rona ushered them out.
Chapter Five
Journal Entry
Ann is in the bedroom sobbing. How could I have gotten us, especially her into this terrible mess? I can’t believe how heartless Watts is. He showed us a whipping stage and said if Ann fucks up even in some small way she will be whipped. He told her that her ass would be fucked and gave her plugs to widen it. I’m afraid she might go crazy or become suicidal. Because of her shyness, our sex has never been very good. I don’t think she’s experienced an orgasm. She never complained. It seemed the less sex the better. Until today I’d hardly ever seen her entirely naked, except a quick glimpse now and then. But this afternoon there she was naked on her knees with her hands behind her neck looking up at that fat bastard, Watts. By then my cock felt like it might explode! Why was that?
Even now, writing about it, my cock is getting stiff. What’s wrong with me? Am I some kind of a pervert? Watts said I might like seeing Ann abused. He’s wrong. I love her; love her with all my heart. I might kill the guy abusing her is more like it. The first guy is coming here later this evening. I’m supposed to do whatever he says and so is Ann. I believe Watts when he talks about harming Ann’s old grandparents if we violate any of the terms of the contract. I’ll have to remind Ann of that. I’m sure she will object to what this guy tells her to do and maybe even resist. She’s devoted to the old folks who raised her. She couldn’t bear it if they were hurt because of her. Watts gave me an iPhone with a private number so that wherever Ann is, photos and videos of what she’s doing can be sent to me. I don’t know how I feel about that. Also all the rooms in our house have hidden video cameras. Whatever happens here is being taped and fed to a bank of screens in Watts’ office. No doubt he will invite friends to watch. If only....if only I had been more responsible. The further I got into debt the more IOUs I wrote and then started stealing from the stockholders. If I could, I’d confess and go to prison, but that would me
an Ann would go to prison as well. If only I hadn’t had her sign those notes. “If onlys” don’t change anything.
Paul checked in all the rooms. In each one he spotted two or three video cameras that weren’t noticeable unless you were looking for the little red light that indicated a camera was on. As Watts had said there were no cameras in either bathroom. Ann flung herself down on their bed and sobbed, her body heaving, the pillow soaked with tears.
When she could cry no more she pushed herself up. On her dresser was the box Rona had given her and the plastic bag containing the plugs and KY. Rona had said the man coming here tonight had picked out something she was to wear. From the box she took a shear negligee top. It was completely transparent pale pink. It tied at the neck. A band of delicate lace started at the shoulders and continued down both sides of the opening. On one side of the opening were round pearl buttons. Along the other side were tiny loops which served as button holes. It had full sleeves that buttoned at her wrists. There was nothing else in the box, just the shear top. She held it up. It ended above her crotch. Her bare hairless pussy would be fully exposed. ‘I’m to greet him wearing this and those obscene shoes,’ she thought. ‘And I’m to kiss this black stranger. I must open my mouth when I kiss him and he will probably put his tongue in my mouth. ‘She felt as if she might scream or break down crying again, but there were no tears left.
Paul had heated up some soup and poured two goblets of red wine. He tried to start a conversation, “The video cameras are where he said they’d be. None in the bathroom though.” She stopped eating and stared across the table at him until he looked away. They finished the meal in silence.
She was taking a shower when she heard the phone ring and Paul answering it. When she had dried and wrapped herself in a towel, she returned to the bedroom. Paul was waiting for her. “That was him,” he said. She took up the musk scented oil and began rubbing her body with it. Paul watched fascinated. Her body was new to him. He’d not realized how perfectly proportioned and how firm it was; flawless skin, smooth pink nipples that jutted out, the full round curve of her ass, the shapely legs, tiny red tipped toes, small waist. He watched the oil bring a sheen to her skin. The thought occurred to him that she was preparing herself for a black stranger. He felt his cock stir.
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