Maureen's Choice (13 page)

Maureen spoke up angrily, “That wasn’t part of the contract!”

Trisha held up her hand, “That’s right. Baby sister gonna get to pick. She can go do whatever she wants or take a job recruitin white bitches in France. I’m bettin on her acceptin Big Daddy’s offer just for the fringe benefits.”

“What fringe benefits?”

“After six years of fucking big black bulls, she ain’t never gonna be satisfied with anything else, especially no white wimp thimble dicks. In France she gets to try out them black studs who mostly come right from Africa.”

Through all this, Eileen sat almost in a daze, trying hard to sort it out, trying to imagine the frightening course her life had taken. Maureen wanted to ask more questions, but the black woman cut her off and insisted the two sisters take the sleeping pills she handed them. Within half an hour both were sleeping soundly.

At eight o’clock that evening both were awakened by Trisha gently shaking their shoulders. On either side of her were two younger black woman who stared at the sisters impassively. Trisha gestured toward them, “This here’s Tanya, and the tall skinny one is Lilia. They be your groomers.” She chuckled. “You know uppity dogs have groomers to keep them lookin pretty. You is two white bitches and Big Daddy wants his bitches to look good, just like show dogs.” Tanya and Lilia grinned down at them. Trisha continued, “Just like the dogs got to listen to their groomers, you bitches got to listen to Tanya and Lilia, got to do what they say. Got to wag your little tails and kiss their hands!” All three black women burst into laughter. “Yeah,” Trisha said, “you can start by haulin your lazy asses out of bed and getting down on your knees and lookin up at your groomers like you be wantin a bone.” The black women laughed again.

Maureen and Eileen had fallen asleep in the conservative suits they’d worn to the interview, but had kicked off their shoes. They knelt before the two black women who seemed to be a not much older than Eileen. They wore a sort of uniform: short red skirts, black spandex sweaters, and red spike open-toed heels. It was obvious neither wore undergarments.

Trish stepped back to observe the scene before her and nodded in approval, “You two white bitches got to understand your position. All blacks, males and females, is your masters. The groomers ain’t servants. They masters. You got to do what they say. You got to show them respect. You got to say please and thank you. You never question what they tell you. Understand?”

Maureen and Eileen, still looking up at their groomers, murmured, “Yes.”

Lilia looked at Tanya who nodded slightly. The tall black girl tapped Maureen on the head, “Kiss my feet, bitch,” she ordered. Maureen hesitated for a moment, then bent down to press her lips to the long bare toes. She raised her head. Lilia frowned at her, “What you say, bitch?”

“Thank you.” She bowed her head.

Trisha stepped forward, “You say, thank you Mistress Lilia, that’s what you say.”

Maureen looked up into the scowling face, “Thank you Mistress Lilia.”

Tanya stamped her foot, startling Eileen, “Your turn bitch,” she said, “and not just one, kiss both.” Eileen lowered her head and kissed one bare foot and then the other. “Do it again,” Tanya ordered. “This time I wants to feel some tongue.” Quickly Eileen tongue kissed the toes of Tanya’s right foot and then the toes of the left.” With her head still lowered, she whispered, “Thank you Mistress Tanya.”

Trisha chuckled, “Little blondie is good with feet. She been suckin Big Daddy’s big toe like a lollypop more than once.” She started toward the door, but turned back. “What we had here was a lesson to show you where you is at. Us blacks, men and women, is givin the orders. You is obeying them and sayin thank you.” She pointed at Maureen, “Lilia be your groomer, but you call her Mistress Lilia. Keep in mind, she’s boss over you. Don’t give her no back talk. Say ‘Yes, Mistress Lilia’ and do what she say.” Maureen nodded. Trisha jabbed a finger in Eileen’s direction, “Same for you. Tanya is your boss. Do what she say.” Eileen glanced fearfully at Tanya and then whispered, “I will.” Trisha turned and left.

Lilia was a head taller than Maureen. Her skin was very black, her cheekbones high in her angular face. She appeared anorexic, all thin arms and legs and a flat ass and flat chest. Tanya was her physical opposite; short and stocky, heavy arms and legs, a huge bubble ass, a round face, flat nose and thick lips. Maureen thought to herself, ‘
These are the two ugliest women I’ve ever seen and we have to obey them and call them Mistress!
’

But an hour later she was amazed at their expertise in massaging and applying cosmetics. After she and Eileen had showered, they were told to lie down on adjacent massage tables. The two black women kneaded their bodies from head to toe. Then, they rubbed them with perfumed oil. They were ordered to sit naked at the make-up table. Their hair was dried, styled, and brushed. Expensive cosmetics were skillfully applied to their eyes and lips. Tanya handed Eileen a collar and an ankle bracelet. “What do it say on these?” she asked.

Both the collar and bracelet were made of black leather and embossed with white letters. Tears formed in Eileen’s eyes as she read the inscriptions, “White Breeder For Blacks.”

“That’s what you is blondie, right?”

“Yes, Mistress Tanya, that’s what I am.”

“And how you gonna do that? How you gonna be a white breeder for blacks?”

The color rose to Eileen’s cheeks as she bowed her head, “Black men are going to….going to…to do it to me…..” She couldn’t finish.

Tanya shook her head at Lilia, “What we got here is one dumb fuckin bitch!” She turned back to Eileen, “Black bulls is gonna fuck you and keep on fucking you and shootin their black seed into your white belly till you get a black baby!”

She glared at Eileen for a moment, “Now, say it, bitch. Say it!”

Tearfully Eileen looked up at her, “Black men….I mean black bulls are going to…to…fuck me and cum inside me until I am pregnant with a black baby.”

“How many black babies you gonna have?”

“Six. Over the next six years I’ll try to have six black babies.”

“Yeah, now you got it right.” She motioned for Maureen to put the collar around Eileen’s neck. “You gonna be auntie to six black babies,” she chuckled.

She pointed to the bracelet. “That too,” she said. Maureen knelt at her sister’s feet

and buckled the black leather bracelet around Eileen’s ankle. “Why she wearin them?” Tanya asked.

“So the men will know,” Maureen looked up at her frowning.

“So the men will know what?”

“That she’s a breeder for them, a breeder for black men.”

“You proud of her? You proud that your little blondie sister gonna fuck nobody but black men and have their babies?”

Maureen started to shake her head “no” but Tanya leaned down and slapped her hard across her cheek. Maureen placed her hands on the floor to steady herself then with her head bowed said, “Yes, I’m proud of her.”

Lilia had begun to lay their clothes out on the bed. “Yeah, little sister gonna be one tired bitch when this night’s over. Ten bulls is waitin for her. She gonna get fucked ten times and them is real bulls with big stud cocks. That tight white pussy gonna be stretched tonight for sure!”

Eileen made a small noise. Maureen looked across at Lilia, “My God, I don’t think she can….”

Eileen turned toward her sister, “That’s right…I….I….can’t.”

Tanya laughed, “Once you is stretched and maybe ripped a little, you gonna want more. After five you gonna be glad there’s five more waitin. There ain’t no cock like big black cock and these bulls is world class fuckers. They gonna ride you till you cum and they know just how to move you around so you do cum.”

“True,” Lilia said, “after tonight little blondie be real anxious for round two. She gonna get real blacked, that’s for sure!” Maureen wanted to ask more questions, but Tanya had pushed Eileen down to a kneeling position and indicated that Maureen was also to kneel. She patted Eileen on the head. Tanya nodded and chuckled. She patted Eileen on the head. “You ever eat black pussy, baby?”

Eileen blushed and looked down, “No…no….I never did that. Not ever.”

“Well, you gonna learn and in time you gonna like it.” She lifted her skirt. Her pubic hair was a thick mat. She parted it and drew her middle finger along the purple slit, which oozed with her juice. She held the glistening finger under Eileen’s nose. “Smell it,” she said. Eileen turned her head away. Tanya slapped her hard across the face causing her to cry out. Maureen started to rise but Lilia pushed her down. Once more Tanya held her wet finger under Eileen’s nose. “Sniff it,” she demanded. Eileen smelled the woman’s fat finger. “You like?” she asked.

Eileen nodded, “Yes, Mistress Tanya.”

“Now, lick it clean but don’t fuckin mess up your lipstick.”

Eileen parted her lips and took Tanya’s finger into her mouth. Tanya withdrew it slowly. “How that black pussy juice taste?”

Tears had formed in Eileen’s eyes. “I…I…liked it,” she said. The two homely black women laughed.

From the closet Lilia had taken a shear white negligee, white high heeled pumps, and a black business suit consisting of a short tight skirt, a tailored jacket, and black leather heels. She handed the gown to Eileen and the suit to Maureen.

“Nothin underneath,” she said.

A short time later the sisters were led to what Tanya called, The Breedin Room. There were no windows but a heavy arched oak door was set into the front wall and another in the back wall. The room was softly lit with perfumed candles. A huge four-poster bed took up the center of the room, the sheets and pillows were purple satin. Against the wall to the right of the bed were a make up table, a comfortable wingback chair. Next to it, on the floor, was a damask covered pillow. “The bulls be waitin in the other room,” she gestured to the door in the back wall. She stood in front of Eileen and stared hard at her, “Listen up, bitch. You gonna be fucked ten times tonight. Theys ten black studs and each one of them is gonna fuck you. You got that?”

Eileen held back the tears, “Yes, Mistress Lilia.”

“You not only gonna fuck them, you gonna take their cum, take all of it, don’t be lettin it leak out. When them bulls cum in you, you lift up, you grab their asses and pull them into you. You make them cum deep inside you, understand?”

Eileen nodded. “I understand.”

Tanya chuckled, “Little blondie bitch gonna be one full cum dump in a couple hours.”

When the sisters were dressed Lilia and Tanya had them stand and turn around. “Yeah,” Tanya said, “they’ll do. In fact they is lookin like fine white ass. The brothers gonna like knowin they givin it up only to black men.” She crooked her finger at Eileen, “Follow me, bitch.” Maureen started to rise but Lilia pushed her down to a sitting position on the bed.

“You mean I’m not to stay with Eileen?” she said desperately.

“Hell no! She a big girl now. She can fuck without no help from her sister.”

“But what…” Maureen began again.

Lilia nodded at Tanya who grabbed Eileen by the arm and led her out of the room. At the door, Eileen glanced back tearfully. The door closed behind her. Maureen sat on the bed shaking her head, “My God! What have I done!” she cried.

Lilia chuckled, “You done good. Before you know it, little sister gonna be addicted to black cock. Gonna be wantin it all the time.” She grinned down at Maureen. “And she gonna be makin babies.” She pointed to the mirrored table. “Fix up your face. Heavy on the lipstick and gloss.” Maureen’s face was framed by her jet black hair. The bright red of the lipstick and the dark mascara and eye shadow contrasted sharply with her pale skin. It was certainly no longer the face of an Ohio wife and mother of two small children. She turned to look at Lilia who nodded her approval and gestured toward the door, “Big Daddy has very important guests who are powerful and rich. They came yesterday from Nigeria in a private jet. They is business partners of Big Daddy. Dealin in guns, drugs, oil and sometimes the slave trade. They take young white girls and sell them to A-rabs and Chinamen and such. Big Daddy showed them some photographs of you so they wants to see you in person.”

Maureen’s heart sank. At the door, she took a step back. “You said slave trade. They don’t…I mean Big Daddy doesn’t intend to…”

Lilia took her by the arm and walked her down the hall toward the dining room. “No you ain’t gonna be sold to no A-rab. Big Daddy promised you’d get sent back to your black lover and Big Daddy does what he says he’ll do.” At the entrance to the dining room she paused and turned Maureen to face her. “Listen up,” she stared hard into Maureen’s eyes, “If you don’t please Big Daddy and them others, he say he gonna have your titties whipped. Them men like to see white women whipped, especially pretty white women. If you fuck up they gonna see your titties whipped while they eaten dessert. You understand me?”

Maureen swallowed and nodded, “I understand,” she said.

“You goddamn better,” Lilia said. She swung the door open and, still gripping Maureen’s arm, stepped into the room. Big Daddy sat at the table. Next to him was a huge black man in an elaborate uniform. Apparently they had just finished dinner. Both seemed a bit drunk. She guessed other man’s age to be between fifty five and sixty five. He was blacker than Big Daddy.

Big Daddy grinned at her. “Mrs. O’Donnel,” he gestured toward the other man who was staring at Maureen impassively, “This is my honored guest, General Shuka. He controls an area of Africa as big as the state of Rhode Island.” The General continued to stare unsmiling at Maureen who looked into his bulging eyes and quickly turned away. He was completely bald. His thick lips were flecked with spit. In the past few months men had come into her life who were frightening and mean. She know instinctively General Shuka could be crueler than any of them. It was his self-importance and arrogance. It was the hard way he looked at her, as if he already knew everything about her. She was certain he was one of those African warlords who thought nothing of killing his own people.. She felt her legs trembling and her heart pounding. Her mouth had gone dry. General Shuka leaned toward Big Daddy and whispered something she couldn’t hear. Big Daddy looked up at her, “The General wants you next to him, here between us.” He moved his chair slightly so there was room for her to stand.