Contrasts (7 page)

Together they answered, “Yes.”

Paul hesitated then leaned forward, “I was wondering if...if...the black men who...who...use Ann can also....” he couldn’t finish.

Watts laughed, “You mean can they shove their big black dicks up your ass and in your mouth?” Paul nodded. Watts continued, “I doubt very much if they’d want to, but the answer is no. They will order you about, make you serve them, make you bring your wife to them, sometimes make you watch, but they won’t fuck you or order you to suck their cocks. Why would they when they have your beautiful young wife to service them?” Paul sat back, relieved. “Red or white? he asked. They looked puzzled. “Wine,” he said, “do you prefer red or white?”

“Red,” Paul said. Ann nodded.

He signaled Rona, “Three Marchese Anbinon Chianti.” The Chinese woman poured three goblets of the wine which Rona served. Both Paul and Ann thanked her. Watts sipped his, and then placed the glass on his desk. “You both should know that while you were off on a shopping spree yesterday I had a crew go into your house and install video cameras in every room except the bathrooms. My men must have done a good job because it’s obvious you haven’t noticed them.”

Paul started to rise but sat back down, “That isn’t in the contracts,” he said, his face red with anger.

“No, it isn’t.” Watts leaned forward. “Both contracts make it clear that for the next ninety days your wife belongs to the NWS. She’s ours. We’ve invested a good deal of money in her. The videos are there to protect our investment. They are also there to provide me and some senior members with amusement.” He pressed a button on his desk. Behind and slightly above him a wall panel slid open to reveal ten video screens, one for each room in the house and one for the basement. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a keyboard. By clicking on various keys he could view each room from different angles. By moving a curser across a pad he could focus in on a particular place in each room and could enlarge the view.

Ann stared wide eyed at the screen, “Oh my God,” she whispered.

“Of course the cameras are equipped with tapes so that even when I’m not here they will be recording.” He sat back and observed them, “You should know the cameras are activated by movement. They go on as soon as there’s movement in the room and shut down when there’s no movement.”

“That means we have absolutely no privacy in our own house,” Paul said.

“Not quite true. There are no cameras in either bathroom. I warn you not to tamper with them. You will be able to tell when they are on because a small red light glows.” He paused again.

“And there will be a record,” Ann said.

“Yes. Rest assured it will be kept private and at the end of the ninety days, unless you decide otherwise, all the tapes will be given to you. The tapes serve another purpose,” he continued, “there are thousands of members of the NWS. They are registered from all over the states as well as Europe and Asia. The only thing they have in common is that they’re black men, Negros. Every member will have access to Ann’s special cell phone number as well as her special land phone number and her special email address. Only members on NWS have these numbers. Having the numbers gives them access to Ann’s services. All they need to do is call and say when and where. Before calling or emailing they will check to see if she’s available.” He paused to look directly at Ann. “You will be available at all times. We urge our members to allow you at least an hour to prepare to receive them, but they are not required to do this. I must tell you that membership in the NWS is rather easy to obtain. Therefore some, if not many, of our members are racists. They hate whites usually for very understandable reasons. Some are ex-convicts, some are homeless, and some are old,

some are fat and rich, and some are mean and can be violent. Since we have an investment in you, it’s in our self interest to protect that investment. If the video tape indicates serious bodily harm is about to be done to you, we will send immediate help. If you are somewhere else; another house, a hotel or motel room and feel certain that you might be seriously hurt, and I mean seriously: disfigured, cut, broken bones. things like that, there’s a special button on your cell phone that sends an alarm to our security guys. The phone also has a GPS so they will know where you are.”

“So she’ll be perfectly safe?” Paul asked.

“I didn’t say that. The female black slaves were never perfectly safe. They were constantly being physically abused, but because they represented an investment to the slaveholder, he didn’t want her to be physically unable to perform. So, your wife can expect to be abused, even whipped as the female slaves were whipped, but not hospitalized.”

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 her 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.