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THE BROTHERHOOD FILES #3
The Ruined Fiancee
by
Ars Erotica


I am the Narrator.  In the first installment, I explained the existence of
The Brotherhood.  To briefly recap, we are an underground organization of
black men. We select white women fortunate enough to bear our black
children, then impregnate them. Sometimes the impregnation is consensual,
sometimes it is forced.  Our blackest men are responsible for this awesome
duty, these men are called the inseminators.  Our black children are then
raised in a white world, with white advantages.  When they are grown, they
usually leave the white world and come back to the black community, marry
black, and give us advantaged black children.  In this way, we have improved
the lots of many blacks.  Eventually, we plan to become the ruling class in
this manner.

Today's case is that of the ruined fiancee.  Melissa McNair came to the
attention of The Brotherhood in the spring of 1976.  Melissa was a twenty
two year old woman from a wealthy Main Line family in Philadelphia, and in
fact her financial report indicated that she was independently wealthy
thanks to a large trust.  Her background report indicated that Melissa was a
remarkably unspoiled young woman, despite her wealth, who adored children.
In fact, she was working as a Day Care instructor, though she need not work
at all.  Melissa was engaged to be married to a man called Thomas Jewett,
and the marriage was set for July 30, 1980.  Our investigation revealed that
both Melissa and Thomas were extremely religious (Methodist).  Melissa's
gynecological files stated that she was still a virgin.  It was decided that
Melissa was a prime candidate to become the mother of a black child, and she
was scheduled for immediate insemination.

It was determined that Melissa should be impregnated by rape.  Her character
was such that she could not be seduced by a man she wasn't married to. It
was also decided that Melissa's fiance, Thomas, should be present at
Melissa's rape, and made to feel responsible for it so that he would marry
her even though she was pregnant by a black man.  We prefer that our black
children be raised in stable, two-parent homes wherever possible.  We were
fairly certain that Thomas was wimpy enough to accept another man's child as
his own, though Melissa could easily support a child in a wealthy manner on
her own.  Amos Creed, aged forty-two, was selected to inseminate Melissa
McNair, as he is one of our best rapists.  Here is his report on case file
#40012887 - the ruined fiancee.

CASEFILE #40012887
Mother: Melissa Rose McNair (Married name, Jewett)
Inseminator: Amos Creed
Report Dates: May, 1976 - July, 1997

In my everyday life I look like what I am - a successful black owner of a
booming Realty business.  As an inseminator for The Brotherhood I am a black
rapist.  The Brotherhood made most of the usual arrangements. Melissa and
her fiance, Thomas Jewett were in the habit of living their religion and
volunteering at The Olive Branch, a homeless shelter in the worst area of
Philadelphia.  They usually worked in the 'safe' times, meaning during the
day on weekends.  That changed on the last week of May, 1976, the week
selected for Melissa's impregnation by me.

Through the machinations of The Brotherhood, the usual Friday night
volunteers all suddenly became ill.  Melissa and Thomas were asked to stay
at the shelter overnight and watch the clients.  The Olive Branch was a
temporary shelter for the homeless , and was divided into male and female
dormitories.  Melissa and Thomas agreed, and at eight pm, May 27, 1976 I was
checked into the shelter by Thomas under the name of Portius Winfrey.

My wife Theresa picked that name, it was her great-grandfather's.  She sure
enjoyed my inseminator duties.  It was she who picked out the ragged clothes
I wore and she who mussed me up so I'd look homeless.  She even thought to
tell me to wreck my usually well-manicured nails, breaking some and getting
dirt under them so I'd look convincing.  I'd taken the week before I planed
to rape Melissa off, stayed home, didn't shower or shave so I looked and
smelled pretty rough.

Thomas was a pleasant looking guy, but kind of skinny and wimpy.  He'd be no
challenge at all.  Melissa was a fine looking white woman.  She had long,
chestnut colored hair and pretty blue eyes.  Her skin was on the fair side,
with a few freckles.  She was petite, and had (from what I could tell) a
boyish build.  I didn't much care what she looked like.  I specialize in
rapes, and usually when you're raping a white woman you don't have a lot of
time to waste in admiring her body.  It helps if they're pretty, but you
don't always have a choice.  Hell, once I was assigned to rape a woman who
had to weigh at least 250 lbs and I managed to put a black baby in her fat,
white, extremely wealthy belly.  Funny how that one turned out, my son by
her grew up handsome and skinny.  But I digress.

Back to my story.  After being checked in, I was sent straight to the male
dormitory.  Once their, I checked in with my backup team - fellow Brothers
who were going to help me by making sure I wasn't disturbed by any shelter
denizens while raping Melissa.  We went over the plan, and then settled in
till the target hour of one am.  The shelter, as I've already said,
consisted of two dormitories, one for me, one for women.  These were located
next to each other, separated by a thin wall.  The 'guard' sat at a desk in
the front of the room, next to the lavoratory.  There was a small store room
in the back, each dormitory had a door that led to it.

The hours crawled by.  I amused myself by watching the future stepfather of
my baby preach the Bible to us.  I also got a few glances at the future
mother of my child when she'd come in to ask Thomas about something.  I also
overheard them yammering about their upcoming wedding.  I must admit, I
chuckled to myself as I imagined it - the best of Philadelphia society there
watching the happy couple wed while the bride carried my black baby in her
belly.

Lights out was at eleven.  Soon enough the place was quiet except for the
occasional snore.  Twelve thirty ... twelve forty-five ... one am.  Show
time.  I got up, as if to go to the bathroom.  I took a quick glance.  My
backup team was ready.  I walked over to the desk where Thomas sat.  I
almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.  He was on the skinny side, had
receding light brown hair (shit, at the age of 26), glasses and a nervous
manner.  "Can I help you Amos?", he whispered.  I grinned and flashed the
knife we'd smuggled in at him.  In my best sterotypical black voice I
responded, "Yeah - you can git yo white ass up an' foller me".

Smart man, he did as I asked.  I forced him into the store room at knife
point, sat his ass on the floor, bound and gagged him, then screwed in a
twenty-watt bulb in the light socket.   A little light was necessary so that
Tommy boy could easily watch his girl being raped.  Time to lure Melissa in.
I walked over to the door that led to the woman's dorm, opened it quickly,
then shut it.  As I expected, this caught Melissa's attention.  I heard her
tentative footsteps as she walked to the door.  I watched the as the knob
hesitantly, slowly turned.  I saw her cute little face peer around the door,
as I hid in she shadows.  I saw her horrified expression as she recognized
Thomas, tied up on the floor.  Then I made my move.

I grabbed her and quickly dragged her in.  Clapping one hand over her mouth
to keep her from screaming, I forced her to the floor.  I shoved the rag I'd
brought with me into her mouth, then quickly tied her arms to the metal
shelves that lined the walls.  She tried to struggle, but to no avail, I was
much bigger than she was.  I loomed over her, every white woman's worst
fear, a big, black man with a lustful look in his eyes.  I must say I looked
the part - greasy, dirty, smelly.  I straddled her, took hold of the front
of her dress, and tore it down the middle.

Her eyes grew wide with fear as I grunted and drooled over her.  I enjoy my
rapes, I've always fancied myself as a bit of an actor, and I liked to throw
myself into the character of a rapist.   I've found that the more I showed
the woman that I was into raping her, the more likely it was that she'd feel
it was her fault and treat the baby I fathered on her well.  I grinned at
her, and then at Thomas, who had figured out that his precious Melissa was
going to be taken by a black man.  Damn, he looked horrified as I tore
Melissa's cotton bra off and pawed at her tits.  They were pretty small,
maybe a B cup, with light pink nipples.  Nipple hardening is an automatic
response to stimulus, but these two sheltered virgins didn't know that and
in the dim light I saw Melissa blush with shame as her nipple hardened under
my fingers. 

No time to undress, so I unzipped my dirty old chinos, and let my rock hard
cock spring out at her.  Man, I love that moment, the moment when a white
woman sees a huge, ravaging black dick for the first time.  The look in her
eyes as she realizes that she's about to be raped in priceless.  My cock is
average for a black man, about ten inches in lenth, though mine's slightly
less thick than the average - maybe an inch and a half.  No matter, my pal
and I had managed to father plenty of healthy kids together.  Now, in the
rape situation you usually want to get it in as soon as possible and get the
job done, but I sensed that Melissa and Thomas needed a little something
extra.  Nothing too fancy, but just something to drive home the horror.  I
waved my knife in Thomas' direction, and said to Melissa, "You gonna suck my
dick, bitch.  Iffen you screams I's gonna kill yo man heah, unnerstan?"
Thomas shook his head violently.  Obviously he'd rather die than see his
precious girl suck black cock.  Melisaa was obviously the brains of this
outfit, because she squeezed her eyes shut, and with two tears trickling
down her face nodded yes.

I pulled the rag from her mouth, and immediately brought my cockhead to her
lips.  "Suck it, ho'", I told her, and she complied.  No technique at all,
of course, she sucked me like a lollipop, but it's always exciting to feel a
woman suck you when you know it's the first time she's ever done that.  I
groaned, thrust my hips a few times into her face.  "Oh yeah, bitch, dat
sho' feel good", I muttered a few times.  After about three minutes of this,
I knew it was time for the main attraction.  I abruptly pulled my dick out
of her mouth and whipped her gag back in.  "Not good enuff fo' me, I's
'fraid", I whispered to her as I reached down and tore her panties off.  Now
THAT got a reaction - I think she thought that maybe I'd settle for her
sucking me off, leaving her a virgin.

She tried to fight me, and I heard Thomas try to shout "No!" through his gag
as I lay down on top of his fiancee.  I jimmied her legs apart with one
knee, and got in between her soft, white thighs.  "Nggggg!  Nggggg!", she
grunted though her gag.  I guess that meant 'no'.  Ignoring her, I centered
myself, and with a long satisfying thrust, I claimed my latest victim.  She
was bone dry and tight as a noose.  The blood from her torn maidenhead soon
lubricated her, and I commenced my thrusting.  I moaned, kissing her face,
pawing at her breasts as I raped her.  "Oh yeah ... dat's gooooood ... yeah
baby, Portius' be fuckin' you ... too bad yo man heah kain' perteck' his
woman ... left you all to Portius, he sho' did ... yeah baby ... oh, I knows
you wanted ole Portius inside you ...", I gasped while I fucked her.   She
was crying through all this, as was Thomas.  Poor bastard.  He closed his
eyes tightly, unable to watch as I fucked his girlfriend silly.

Then I pulled my standard trick. Most women have an automatic reaction to
having their necks kissed.  When raping a white woman, it's important to
inject a small bit of pleasure in it for them.  This way they blame
themselves, and are much more likely to consider it their duty to give birth
to and raise the child they conceive as a result of being raped.  I softly
nuzzled Melissa's neck with my thick, black lips, sucking at the delicate
skin.  This took her by surprise, and she instinctively thrust downward on
my cock when I did that.   I damn near lost it right then.  That probably
why I did the dumbest thing I've ever done while raping a woman, something
I've never done before or since.  "Oh yeah baby ... I knows you's lovin'
dis' from ole Amos Creed", I whispered in her ear.  SHIT!  I realized that
I'd actually told her my real name!  Her pleasure-filled reaction was the
strongest I'd ever had, and it emboldened me to do something I'd never done
before - keep up the kissing of her neck and hope like hell she'd not heard
me whisper my real name to her.  Well, I had an airtight alibi set up anyway.

I must say, this was one of the most satisfying rapes I'd ever performed.  I
continued to caress Melissa's neck, and then sucked on her earlobe.  Another
massive reaction from her.  Best of all was the fact that Thomas couldn't
see the look of surprised pleasure on his fiancee's face.  I was careful to
shield that with my head and arms.  Plus the idiot had his eyes closed the
whole time anyway.  No, it was a secret between Melissa and me.  My gentle
nuzzling of her neck, the sucking and blowing in her ear had sparked her
pleasure, and enormously increased mine.  

This was a first for me - the chance to bring a woman I was raping to
orgasm.  Sure enough, my ministrations had started the inevitable.  She was
responding, albeit unwillingly.  Her cunt grew wet from my thrusts, her legs
would begin to circle my waist, then jerk back as she realized what she was
doing.  She began to meet me, thrust for thrust, and she began grunting
involuntarily with pleasure.  I'm sure Thomas thought her noises were caused
by pain.  It was hard to stop, but I knew that I'd have to get this finished
soon, then make my escape.  I reached between us and began to finger her
clit.  That was all it took.  I gazed down into her face, and watched as she
came.  Her face with filled with self-loathing.

I draped myself over her and began to thrust hard and fast.  I imagined what
would happen when she learned that she'd become pregnant by me.  She'd have
my baby, of course.   Thomas, good man that he was, would stand by her and
raise my baby as his own, because he loved her and thought it wasn't her
fault that she'd had a black man's baby.   She would know better.  Everyone
would sympathize with her - poor girl, raped by a black man and now forced
to have her rapist' baby.  And only she and I would know that what started
as rape had ended in the first orgasm of her life.  She would remember this
every time she looked at our child. And with that, I came deep inside her
and the collapsed on top of her, spent.

I lay there for a minute or so.  I could hear Thomas sniffling.  I kissed
Melissa softly on the neck, then gazed in her eyes.   I can't even describe
the expression in them.  Glazed with helpless pleasure, shamed, frightened,
wild ... I pulled the gag from her mouth, cupped her face in my hands,
stared into her eyes, then kissed her deeply.  To my amazement, she
responded to my kiss.  "Remember me", I whispered, and placed the gag back
in her mouth.  significantly, she never screamed even though she could have.
I got up, straightened my clothes, and left them there, tied up.  I left
through the front door, secure in the knowledge that my fellow Brothers
would handle it.  The idea was to leave Melissa and Thomas there for a few
hours, so they would have nothing to do but think about the rape.  At the
same time, we didn't want anyone else finding them and raping Melissa too.
The Brothers would make sure this didn't happen.

The papers were full of it for the next week.  They never mentioned Melissa
by name, of course, but the story of the brutal rape of a young
shelter-worker while her fiance was forced to watch made the national news.
I knew I was home free when my wife read an article to me, in which the
'unamed victim' was quoted as saying she hadn't been able to see what her
attacker looked like.  I'd told my wife the whole story, and we both laughed
- Melissa had had plenty of chances to see me.   I hadn't told Theresa this,
but I knew that I'd told Melissa my real name, and she hadn't said anything
about it to the police.  It had to be that she felt so guilty about her
pleasure she was punishing herself.

Melissa and Thomas married on schedule, just a little over a month after I'd
raped her.  I knew that wimp would marry her.  I studied the wedding photo
in the paper, and I could tell from Melissa and Thomas' expression that
something was ruining their big day.  Sure enough, in late August The
Brotherhood's source at Melissa's gynecologist confirmed that Melissa was
three months pregnant.  The records also noted that Melissa's child had been
conceived as the result of a sexual assault she'd suffered in the early
morning-hours of May 27, 1976.  Man, I was happy to hear that.  Another
black baby for The Brotherhood.

It got even better. Right around Christmastime I saw Melissa at a local
mall, all alone.  Her belly was hugely swollen, and she glowed as all
pregnant women do.  She looked up and saw me, and by God, she knew who I was
even though I was clean and respectable.  I watched as her expression
changed from anger, to fear, to shame.  She glanced down at her hands,
wedding ring on the left, as they rested on her bulging belly.  Then she
looked up at me helplessly.  She was telling me that she was carrying my
baby, and mutely begging me not to make this worse for her by coming
forward, claiming our baby, and exposing her shame to the world.  As long as
she was a rape victim she could deal with bearing my child.  If the world
knew she'd squealed with pleasure as I raped her, she'd never be able to
live with that.  I gave her a big grin, then walked away.

I kept tabs on her, drove by her house and so forth.  By the greatest good
fortune my wife Theresa (who's an obstetrical nurse) was on duty the night
of February 27, 1977 when Melissa gave birth.  Theresa called me at home and
informed me that I was the proud father of healthy twin sons!   When I'd
seen her at Christmastime, I'd thought Melissa was pretty big for seven
months.  Man, I was pumped!  Two more beautiful black boys for The
Brotherhood. I saw my boys early the next morning.  Theresa sneaked me in
there, and watched proudly as I held my sons.  They were a bit on the small
side, the oldest was six pounds two ounces, the younger was six pounds even.
This worried me since my babies usually average around eight pounds, but my
dear wife explained that my sons were smaller because they were twins.  My
boys were identical, and my wife thought they looked just like me.  They
were pretty dark in color, definitely black though.  Theresa said she
thought they'd get even darker as they got older, most mixed babies do, she
said.

And then I got the shock of my life.  My wife told me what Melissa had named
our sons.  John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett.  I couldn't believe it.
Melissa had given our sons my names.  The woman had actually named our sons
after me, the man who'd raped her!   Guess she felt guiltier than ever.
Thank God my wife thought it was a coincidence that my sons middle names
were my real name.

John Amos and Joshua Creed are now sixteen years old.   Melissa and Thomas
remained married, and their story was featured on the 700 Club recently, as
an example of how abortion isn't the answer to rape.  Man, that was a fun
show, watching Thomas explain how he loves his wife's black sons as his own,
and how he was felt that the Lord had given them these fine twin boys and
thank God they'd never considered abortion because as it turned out Thomas
was sterile and if Melissa hadn't bore her rapist's babies, they'd be
childless.  My boys and Melissa were on the show too.  Melissa didn't have
much to say, just that she was happy she'd been given two fine sons, and
that it didn't matter that their father was a rapist.  My heart was warmed
when my handsome black sons stated that they had no animosity towards their
real father, and wouldn't mind meeting him someday.

I live in Philly still, and it's been a simple matter to check up on my
sons.  My boys grew up to look very much like me, except they're even taller
- Melissa must have some tall men in her family.  They did turn out to be
quite dark, just one or two shades lighter than me, and I'm shining black
myself.  They're local basketball stars, and little do they know they've
already met their real father.  Theresa gave me a son four months after my
sons by Melissa were born, and my boy Samuel is good friends with John Amos
and Joshua Creed.  In fact, they go to the same private school, and my sons
have often visited my home.  Samuel knows that his 'friends' are really his
half-brothers, but knows how important it is to The Brotherhood that this be
kept secret till the twins are eighteen.  He's managed to keep John Amos and
Joshua Creed from having their mother and stepfather meet me a time or two.
Sam's a good boy - can't wait till he's old enough to become an inseminator
himself.

My sons are good kids, they're honor students at their private academy, and
by all accounts have an excellent life.  I've noticed that they are starting
to pull away from their white lifestyle though.  Sam's told me that my boys
are wanting to know their black roots, and that's why they're spending so
much time at our house and with their other black friends.  I'm convinced
that in two years, when my boys turn eighteen, they'll be thrilled to learn
that I'm their real father, and will eventually leave the white world.  I'm
sorry for Melissa, I know that she loves our boys.  But, our sons are black,
and they belong in the black world.  However, I'll always be grateful to
Melissa for giving me two fine back boys.
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Addendum: June, 1997.

John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett were contacted as planned on their
eighteenth birthday (February 27, 1994) and informed that they were
conceived through the offices of The Brotherhood.  Like most of our
children, they took the news very well, and have developed a close
relationship with their true father.  John and Joshua have just graduated
from Yale and Columbia Universities respectively, both Summa Cum Laude.
John earned a degree in International Banking, and Joshua has earned a
degree in Astrophysics.  Both boys have come into their irrevocable trusts
set up by their maternal grandparents (their stepfather's parents refused to
acknowledge them as grandchildren), in the amount of $2 million each.  They
have now broken all ties with their white families, and have become full
members of Mr. Creed's family.

Thomas Jewett has recently filed for divorce from Melissa Jewett.
Intelligence suggests that he is devestated that his stepsons refuse to
acknowledge him as their father.  Melissa Jewett is devestated that her sons
will not see her, since they do not wish to be part of the white culture any
longer.  She has not seen her sons since their twenty-first birthday in
February, when they came into their trusts.  Both John and Joshua Creed have
joined The Brotherhood, and each has recently completed their first
inseminations.  Their first targets were white, identical twins sisters who
attended John's college.  The sisters each became pregnant in March of 1997,
and are due to give birth to John and Joshua's children in November of this
year.