("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- You Really Can't Eat Just One by Julia (address withheld) *** The men had this once a year opportunity to win back their balls. It was not an opportunity they were likely to refuse. (MF, cast, bd, v) *** There were as many as 200 black women gathered in the cafeteria-sized hall. It was the Black Women's Reparations Society at its best -- the once a year event during which some lucky black women would win a pair of balls and the white man who went with them. Conceived only a few short years ago, the Reparations Society kidnapped extremely rich white men -- surgeons, bankers, stock brokers -- anyone liable to earn at least a half million a year. Each captive had his scrotum sac cut open and his balls carefully removed. The balls were placed in a solution to keep them fresh. Their previous owner was then informed he could have them back... someday. In the meantime his balls were held by a black woman who now received the man's yearly income. The organizers of the society found it particularly gratifying that most of the black women involved came from the lowest 20% of all households -- waitresses, welfare recipients; bag ladies and Wal-Mart type employees. For these women, it was a whole new world. Now, at the gathering, a dozen new names would be drawn. As an added event, one lucky man was to get his balls back (the woman giving them up received a new set and a new man). To make it more entertaining, the men were entered into contests for the amusement of one and all. This year, the original 4 men first castrated 3 years ago, were to compete against one another. The audiance cheered as the 4 were brought forward, to the middle of the room. A tall, extremely dark woman accompanied them and now raised her hands high, indicating that the crowd was to quiet itself. 'These 4 gentlemen need no introduction. Thanks to their generosity and neverending efforts, 4 of our sisters have found out what paradise really is--living high off the hog, thanks to the support given to them by these white assholes.' The women cheered and the tall woman motioned for the men to take a bow, as though they had volunteered for any of this. The woman in charge now ordered some newer men to bring in four massage tables. The 4 men were now ordered to lie down on them. Clear plastic tubes were brought over. One end of the tube, about 1" in diameter, went into their mouths. The tubes of clear plastic hung across their bodies. Now the first four black volunteers came forward. Each was naked and each mounted a massage table. They stood towering over the middle-aged white men below them. Each was now administered an enema of 2 quarts of water. They held the bags at about chest level. The tall woman spoke to the crowd: 'At the signal, these sisters will attach the loose end of their enema tubes to the plastic tubes. They will then commence to empty themselves into the mouths of these white mother- fuckers. The first white pig to finish 3 loads, gets his balls back. May the best whitey win!' The women laughed and cheered as the four black women drained their enema bags into their asses. The men below squirmed in anticipation. When all four women indicated their enema bags were empty, the tall woman nodded. The four now attached their tubes to the plastic ones and then let go any effort to hold back their bowels. The women in the room howled as they watched the dark liquidy mass shoot down the plastic tube and into the waiting mouths of the men. For their part, the men grabbed hold of the tubes just above their mouths, and proceeded to suck hard, trying to force the liquified shit into their mouths as fast as possible. The four black women on the massage tables smiled down triumphantly as they watched the white men make pigs of themselves on the waste. After a few minutes, one tube after another was drained. At that, the women jumped off the table, to be replaced by a new volunteer who was immediately fixed up with an enema. This gave each white man a few minutes to catch his breath and brace himself for a second round. During the first round, all the men did well. During the second round, one man pulled the tube from his mouth and began to vomit all over himself. The women hissed as he was led away, shit and vomit still pouring from his mouth. During the final round, the three remaining challengers showed signs of deterioration. One seemed on the verge of passing out. Another began to slowly pee--until the tall woman ran over and placed a clamp over the head of his penis. He tried to howl in pain, instead ending up losing his concentration and control of the shit he was sucking into his mouth. He gagged, choked, and only with great difficulty regained his composure. But the delay proved fatal; he was now too far behind the other men to have any chance of winning. At the end, two men raced each other to finish first. The crowd cheered on its favorite; the tubes showing how fast they were draining. The man on the far right won by only two gulps, sending off a wave of cheers and clapping. The losers were led away, the winner had his right arm extended skyward and the tall woman patted him paternalistically on his head. He was then presented with a box containing his beloved balls. He was led to a chamber where doctors could reattach the precious jewels. He was also given his freedom, though what he would do with it did not matter much; a year of serving as a ball-less wage slave of a black woman had provided his owner with many opportunities to photograph and video tape him in hundreds of situations worthy of blackmail. His former black owner could be assured that the money would keep pouring in. The women now waited for the drawing, to see who the lucky ones would be. But no one thought themselves luckier than the white man reunited with his own balls. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 36