Message-ID: <20470eli$9903100437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20470.txt> From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 2/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990310015918.01360.00000403@ng43.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 2 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") "So, yo baby's going back over?" Joe asked her as Al knelt between her legs. "Yes," she said, trying not to dwell on it. Oscar had explained everything to her and Len a few months before the baby had been born. The little girl was the result of her first black gang bang. She and Len had set it up. They'd always talked about it, about her being used by a group of strong, strapping black studs. Being their Cum Dump. And they'd both loved it. The feeling she had of being used and abused all night long. Their visits every few days for more of her hot cunt. The weekends she stayed overnight at one of their homes, Len back at their house waiting for her to return and tell him about the weekend. Two months after the first night, she found out she was pregnant. She'd carried the baby to term. From the first moment the child saw light, it was obviously not Len's. The doctors had not protested when Len insisted the child was his -- easier than dealing with another "father unknown" situation. The girl had a slight problem with her eyes and mother and daughter spent two days in the maternity ward. They'd put up with two days of stares from the hospital staff. Once, Sue had seen one of the cleaning men talking with one of the nurses in the hall. They'd both looked at her, then walked on. When the little girl came home, there was no way for them to explain its obviously African features to anyone. They'd become outcasts, rejected by their families. In the weeks that followed, some of their less-close friends deserted them. Then, when the newborn was about two months old, they were visited by Oscar. It was not unusual, but this time, he didn't fuck Sue. He insisted on seeing the baby. Sue led him upstairs where she was sleeping. He reached for the child's face, turned her head one way then the other, then pulled off her diaper. He examined both her bottom and her tiny vagina. Then, he put the diaper back on and walked downstairs. "I'm taking her." he announced to Len and Sue. "What do you mean?" Len asked, angry. "I'm taking her. She's obviously not yours. And I believe she's mine. I was the first to fuck your wife that night, and the baby has certain features that make me believe she's mine." Sue was confused. "Why would you want her? She's mine." "She isn't yours. She is mine, I sired her, she is mine. And I am going to take her for three reasons. First, she is an infant and will require much of your time. Time is a luxury you do not have. You may be needed by myself or a friend, and you cannot be unavailable because of some screaming six year old. Second, I am going to take her because she is not yours. I have already had the hospital papers altered and the birth certificate you have is now merely a piece of paper. Third, I am going to sell her. I already have a buyer." "A buyer!" Len yelled. "A buyer?" "A buyer. Don't look so shocked. It's something your people did to mine for over a hundred years. Slavery is still acceptable in many parts of the world and I am well connected. When your child is six months old, she will be taken and sold into a harem. She will be trained from that point on in the ways of love. She will fetch a hefty price when she reaches twelve years of age." Sue looked around the room, looked for an escape. Len clenched his fist and told Oscar to leave his house. In the weeks that followed, more problems came up. The people at work noticied that Len wasn't talking about his new baby, that was unusual. He wasn't normally a quiet type. His work started slipping. Sue began to become more and more interested in the black men who came by almost daily now to fuck her. When Len came home at night, he found that he too was getting more and more drawn into the world they'd created. And, the baby was excruciatingly difficult to deal with. She was up all night, she screamed and cried, wouldn't eat, then would eat, then would vomit it all back up. They were constantly cleaning themselves, their furniture, or the baby. And, Sue was pregnant again. This time, it was Oscars for sure. He had been the only one to fuck her for nearly a week straight, just at the time she was at her peak of fertility. They could see the difficulties coming with the second child. It was only a matter of weeks before they decided to go along with Oscar's plan. "Don't daydream, bitch," Al laughed. He was fucking her slowly, waiting for her to start responding but she hadn't. "Ho's dreaming about that big black cock of Oscar's, isn't she? Once they fucked Oscar, they always dream about it." "Yeah? We'll I'll give her something to dream about." He leaned down and started kissing her neck, then her ear. When his lips ran over her eyes, she closed them and felt the passion building again. In minutes, she was fucking him back, giving him the wild ride she knew he'd heard about from Oscar. She couldn't help it, she still loved the feeling and the thought of being used by these black men. "Say yo name, ho," Al said as he fucked her deep. "Cum Dump...Cum Dump..." she started whispering. The degradation of it turned her on and she started cumming. "OH fuck yes CUM DUMP CUM DUMP!! FILL ME UP!" Her hands grabbed his arms, tried to pull him close. She squeezed her cunt muscles, relaxed, squeezed. He laughed and shot his load into her. She screamed and fucked him harder. "That's it. Bitch loves it." "Yes. I do...!" 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