IR Relations - Daddy's Little Devil

Hello!

This is a short sequel to my previous story "Intro to Interracial Relations" and stars the same cast of characters. Reading the two parts of that story may be necessary to get everything you can out of this one.

I hope you enjoy!

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Juno Evans slowly crept up the trellis on the side of her house, carefully dodging the creaky board about two-thirds of the way up.

It could be stressful sneaking around like this, but it was necessary. Her father was a hard man in many ways, and if she hadn't learned to sneak out and in again, Juno wouldn't have any time with her friends at all.

She slid open the window she had left cracked and slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relief. Another successful trip outside her father's cold, controlling grasp. She was getting pretty good at this...

Her bedside lamp snapped on, revealing the long, gloomy face of her father, sitting on the edge of her bed with cold rage simmering in his eyes.

Oh shoot.

"I should have known," said her father quietly.

"Father, it isn't that big of a deal," said Juno desperately. "Father" was what she always called him since before she could remember. He insisted on it in fact. He said that names like "Dad" were too "Informal". "I wasn't even doing anything bad. Just going to see a movie with my friends!"

Her father ignored her as usual, rising to his impressive height and turning away with his hands behind his back. "I've tried my best to raise you to be a good girl, Juno. The kind of girl I can be proud of." He looked over her shoulder at her, disgust written all over his face. "But you're determined to become just like your mother. A temptress. A naughty girl who thinks about nothing but sinful pleasures."

Robert Evans wasn't the kind of man to beat his only child. His "mercy" was a point of pride for him in fact. But he didn't hesitate to hurt his daughter in ways that stung even worse than a belt would.

"That's not fair," said Juno in a small voice. "I'm... I am a good girl." It came out a lot less confident than she would have liked. By this point in her life, Juno knew that her father was a cruel man. He probably wasn't even capable of the love and approval that she craved. But she still wanted it badly. She wanted to prove to him that she could meet his impossible standards and be the "good girl" he demanded. "Good girl"... The words had been drilled into her before she could even talk. A shining example that her father always held just outside her reach, condemning her as a "naughty girl" unworthy of praise.

Her father simply snorted. Moving toward the door. "Your mother had everyone else fooled as well. But she was the same as you. Sneaking out at night. Meeting with boys to do unspeakable things. And where did that land her? A baby in her belly before she was married and the ridicule of society. And that's what you'll get too, you naughty girl."

Juno's face crumpled. Her father was trying to wound her in revenge for her defiance, and he knew just how to cut her to the quick. She had never known her mother, only the nasty things her father said about her. The fact that one of the boys she snuck out to meet must have been her father himself never seemed to matter in his eyes.

Juno's mother had gotten pregnant as a teen, faced the scathing ridicule of upper-class society, and then died in childbirth, shamed and disgraced. Pregnancy out of wedlock had become a sort of obsession for her father, and he had passed it along to her. Her boyfriend had convinced Juno to start having sex with him a few months ago, but she still made him wear condoms even after going on the pill. That was how much pregnancy loomed in her mind as the ultimate proof of "naughtiness".

"The trellis will be removed tomorrow," said Roger in his infuriatingly calm voice. "I will have a camera installed in your room to prove that you are asleep when you claim to be. I won't have any daughter of mine following in her whore mother's footsteps and getting pregnant."

Juno opened her mouth to try to defend herself, but her father had no intention of listening. He slammed the door firmly shut behind him.

Juno collapsed on her bed, her mind a raging torrent of anger and defiance and sadness and guilt. Even though she knew her father's view of her was warped, she still wanted his approval more than anything. In a way, he was even right. She had snuck out to watch a movie with her friends, but she also had sex with her boyfriend afterward. Sex with Noah was fun, but also terrifying and guilt-inducing. Even if she was being strictly careful about birth control, she knew what her father would say about it, and his cold voice seemed to ring in her head afterward every time.

But he was wrong. Good girls could cut loose and chase their desires every once in a while. As long as they went back to being good afterward, it was fine. In fact, having fun was a useful safety valve. Being a little naughty in a controlled way helped her to be even more of a "good girl" afterward. There wasn't any harm in taking a break from being a "good girl" for a little while, as long as she didn't do anything with permanent consequences. At least, that's what Juno told herself.

And soon, the ultimate safety valve was coming up... Juno would be off to Mulbrooke University with her friends and boyfriend. For four years she would be out of her father's controlling grasp. She could explore herself a little... Be a naughty girl consequence-free, at least for a while.

She couldn't wait... couldn't wait to see who she was once she didn't need to prove she was a good girl to her father 24/7...

...

Juno Evans sauntered into Roderick Caine's office with a sultry smile on her face andher hips swinging. "Hi, Daddy!" She chirped cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with mischievous affection.

Roderick set aside the file he had been working on and smiled, appraising the girl who was his finest work. Juno couldn't have looked more different than the aloof little prude he had met the first day of her freshman year. Instead of dark shoulder-length hair, she now had long, wavy, platinum-blonde locks. Instead of little to no makeup, she now wore shiny pink lipgloss and dramatic eyeliner. Instead of timid and reserved, she was now brash, forward, and bubbly.

But those weren't the only things that had changed about his most loyal Snowbunny. The most important changes were the ones the public didn't get to see... yet.

"Come here, babygirl," rumbled Roderick, beckoning the little slut closer with a thick finger. "Show your Daddy some love."

Juno immediately rushed to her massive black master's side, knelt at his feet with worshipful eyes, and took his massive black hand in hers. She brought it to her pouty pink lips and kissed it tenderly... then took a thick, dark finger between her lips and sensually swirled her tongue around it, her upturned eyes soft and submissive.

"I brought you a special guest today, Daddy," she murmured with a wicked grin. "Dr. Cherry and I finally finished explaining to her what a terrible bitch she's been. She's anxious to... apologize."

Victor's smile widened. He had been looking forward to this all semester... Juno had transitioned over her four years at university from a corruption target herself to a sort of right-hand woman for Roderick's schemes. She used the position of student body president, which Roderick had secured for her, to infiltrate student organizations and white social spaces, then proceed to corrupt them from the inside. She had become frighteningly good at it... as evidenced by this latest conquest. Felicia Clarke had been a tough nut to crack, if Dr. Cherry's reports were to be believed.

"By all means then, show her in..." said Roderick, leaning back in his chair with his massive cock already swelling in his pants. "But first... I'm sure I don't need to remind you about your uniform, babygirl."

"Of course not, Daddy!" gushed Juno, standing to unbutton her stylish blouse without complaint. "I just had to give you a little kiss first!"

She had entered the office wearing fashionable clothes with just a hint of the sluttiness hidden beneath... the neckline of her blouse was just a little low... the jeans just a little too tight around her bubble butt. It was necessary for the time being that the world at large didn't see what Juno really was: a depraved Snowbunny slut, addicted to black cock.

But in the privacy of her master's office, there were no such restrictions. Juno could freely show off what she had become. In fact, she was required to show her true colors every time she entered the office unless there was someone uninitiated present.

Beneath her clothes, Juno wore a simple uniform that proclaimed her allegiance: more elaborate shows of submission weren't as easy to cloak, so she could only wear them when she had time for a wardrobe change. She wore a tight black sports bra with the word "BLACKED" repeated over and over on the white elastic hem, a slutty little black thong with the words "Black Owned" printed on the tiny triangle of material, and a shiny black spade necklace, one of her oldest and most cherished symbols of submission to the African race.

The whole outfit presented the curves of her tight little white body and decorated it to glorify her masters.

Perfect.

Well, almost perfect. By any right, Juno should have some tattoos marking her lovely pale skin as well... but somehow she had always managed to subtly divert her black Daddy whenever the idea came up.

"Shall I fetch your guest, Daddy?" purred Juno, preening and sticking out her chest a little, luxuriating in her master's appreciative gaze.

Roderick reached out and squeezed her plump ass fondly, then gave it a sharp slap, making his little white girl plaything giggle and bite her lip.

"Bring her in," he agreed with a broad smile. "I want to hear what she has to say to the man she protested for so long."

Juno pranced lightly to the door, cracking it open and beckoning to someone outside.

Felicia walked into the room, her face a picture of embarrassment and reluctant arousal. She had changed since the beginning of the semester as well. Once, Felicia had worn her chestnut hair in strict, tight ponytails almost exclusively. Now it fell in soft, feminine curls around her face. Her clothing had always been equally severe, and often baggy. Now she wore a tight little floral cocktail dress, heels replacing her combat boots. She had really cleaned up nicely now that she was dressing for the male gaze. Her breasts were particularly appealing. No one had ever got to appreciate them the way Felicia used to dress. They were big, round, and creamy white, lifted and showcased by the slutty dress Juno had squeezed her into.

The sort of tits that made Roderick think about how many black babies they could feed...

Roderick had a particular fondness for breeding the Snowbunnies that came under his control. Claiming their minds and loyalty was fun, but something about the physical act of conquering their soft white bodies with his seed turned him on like nothing else. Roderick made up his mind right there and then: this annoying young woman would leave the room today with his baby in her belly.

He would teach her to beg for it.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise," drawled Roderick with a smirk, making no attempt to hide the thick bulge pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. Felicia's frightened, doe-like eyes flickered downward to his crotch. Her delicate alabaster throat visibly gulped. He spotted twin points of lust suddenly denting the tight bodice of her dress. Oh yes... little Felicia was definitely ripe and ready to pluck. "And to what do I owe the pleasure," continued Roderick, pulling Felicia's nervous gaze back to his, "of a visit from the chairwoman of the Mulbrooke Feminist Society?"

Felicia had been quite the thorn in his side since she was voted into a leadership position at the beginning of the year, spreading the word that Chancellor Caine was promoting unhealthy patriarchal relationships through his policy initiatives. This was perfectly true, if you saw Snowbunnies submitting to black masters in terms of gender relations instead of race relations. Roderick would never allow disrespect to a proud African queen of course... but white girls? Disrespect was what they were built for.

Her message had unfortunately started to resonate. So Roderick had simply had Juno join the organization and his hypnotist Morgan Cherry come on board as a faculty advisor to the Feminist Society. The hard work had already been done. Felicia had already lost. Today was just a pleasant little ceremony allowing Roderick to rub her nose in her defeat before explaining the new policies of the Feminist Society. After Felicia's pledge of loyalty and humiliating show of submission, the Society would be spreading a message much closer to Roderick's point of view.

"Come now pet," giggled Juno, pulling the nervous young woman forward toward her doom. "Just like we discussed, right? You need to apologize properly for what a silly little cunt you've been!"

Felicia looked mortified at the stinging word, but Roderick noted that her nipples pressed even harder against her dress. Morgan had programmed the militant feminist to get off on misogyny? Roderick chuckled. The twisted mesmerist always had a wicked sense of humor.

When the two ladies reached Roderick's chair, Juno pressed down on Felicia's shoulders, sending her to her knees in front of the smug, superior Chancellor.

Felicia's eyes were submissive and intimidated and utterly, deeply aroused as she knelt in defeat beneath her conqueror's feet. Roderick put his chin in his hand and waited with gloating eyes for her complete surrender.

"I... I'm sorry for questioning you, sir," said Felicia in a soft, meek voice, her eyes failing to meet Roderick's in the depths of her humiliation. "You clearly know better than me what's best for... for white girls."

She looked toward Juno, who was now hanging on her Daddy's shoulder, looking down proudly at her newest Snowbunny sister. The grinning blonde nodded, biting her lip hard to keep herself from giggling.

Felicia gulped again, and slowly bent forward, leaning out to kiss Roderick's shoe. She couldn't help releasing a pitiful whimper as she did so, and it wasn't hard to tell why. Her actions went against everything she had believed up until a few months ago. She was degrading herself for a man's pleasure, putting herself utterly beneath him.

And it wasn't going to stop there.

"That was a pretty good apology," said Roderick grudgingly, grinding his foot softly upward into Felicia's soft lips, "But I think I know an even better way for you to show how much you respect your Chancellor."

Juno giggled and reached down to his lap, slowly unzipping her daddy's pants and freeing his massive cock. Felicia watched with an expression of mixed terror and arousal, her wide eyes locked on the meaty black pole of the man who had once been her worst enemy. Juno could practically see her begin to drool.

"Have you ever sucked a cock this big, baby?" rumbled Roderick, his voice dripping with amusement. Juno's slim, pale hand began to stroke him slowly, partially as a tease for the fascinated white girl on her knees before him, partially because she just loved the feel of him in her hand.

"N-no," said Felicia in a hazy voice, her eyes bobbing up and down, following the progress of Juno's hand. "I've never sucked a penis at a-all."

"Felicia gave the club a whole speech about how fellatio is a disgusting tool for the subjugation and humiliation of women by the patriarchy," said Juno mockingly. "But don't worry, Daddy, Ms. Cherry convinced her to practice a LOT on the big black you-sized dildo I bought her. She's practically an expert on this particular "disgusting, humiliating" act by now."

Juno moved to kneel beside Felicia, guiding her gently forward and rubbing the swollen, oozing head of the chancellor's cock over her soft pink lips.

"But," whispered Felicia, her eyes darting between Roderick and Juno, "if I do this... if I suck his c-cock... then... then..."

"Then the patriarchy wins?" Whispered Juno teasingly in her ear. "Then you've submitted completely to a man? Then you become one of the pathetic, black-owned Snowbunnies you used to call traitors to all women?"

Juno slowly licked up Felicia's ear, making the wavering feminist shudder with lust. "Exactly, sweetie.... And isn't that so fucking hot?" She had Roderick's stiff cock in front of Felicia's mouth, not forcing her, just offering the awful opportunity to embrace humiliation and corruption.

And, with a delicate little moan of defeat, Felicia took that opportunity, squeezing her eyes shut and wrapping her soft, innocent lips around the monstrous black cock, her pink tongue already eagerly swirling and licking, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking from its slit.

Now that she had broken her seal, the poor little white girl gave in completely to her programmed hunger for black dick. She bobbed her head wildly, greedily and loudly slurping all over the cock stretching her mouth.

Victor watched as Juno backed off and let Felicia give in to her desires. Roderick's favorite Snowbunny now wore a proud smile, absently rubbing herself over her thong. "You would think that Felicia's a champion cocksucker rather than a first-timer, wouldn't you Daddy?" she asked Roderick with a sly wink. "But with the amount of practice she's had with her new dildo... lying in bed, fantasizing about being conquered by the patriarchy while shoving a massive black dildo down her throat... Felicia's probably one of the most experienced girls on campus when it comes to sucking dick at this point."

Juno loved to dirty talk, but Roderick knew she could only watch for so long. Roderick was her Daddy, and he was the source of all Juno's pleasure. She couldn't keep her hands and mouth away. She dived in, licking and sucking his enormous dangling balls while Felicia continued her slutty submission.

Roderick simply enjoyed the moment. Two beautiful, yet pathetic little white girls, paying homage to the black race with their hot, wet, eager little mouths. One pair of delicate pick lips vacuum-sealed around his thick black cock while another pair softly kissed his heavy, hanging ballsack. This feeling of victory and superiority was why Roderick had started the movement in the first place. Everything was finally as it should be.

Finally, Roderick had had enough. He bent down, lifted Felicia with contemptuous ease, and laid her back on his desk as she squeaked with alarm. He flipped up her dress and tore away the gauzy, feminine lace panties that Juno had given her... exposing her flushed and dripping pink pussy, aching for black cock and desperate to be filled.

Felicia was breathing hard, hiding her eyes in her hands and blushing with the massive embarrassment of the moment.

Roderick gave her a wide predatory grin. "My my, little miss feminist," he said mockingly, "I thought you had been telling everyone on campus you're a lesbian! It certainly looks like you love dick to me!" He punctuated his mockery by tapping his cock against her pussy, hitting her clit softly and making her moan in arousal and humiliation.

"She told me a little secret, Daddy," giggled Juno, kissing the overwhelmed, displayed white girl softly on her blushing cheek. "Poor little Felicia is actually bi... but she is afraid of being with a man... afraid that it would be too degrading to get pinned down and penetrated... dominated by a dick."

"But you know what?" said Juno, looking up with glee into her Daddy's eyes. "I think the idea always kind of turned her on too... even before Dr. Cherry got to her."

Roderick chuckled, now rubbing his bulbous cockhead up and down Felicia's wet, quivering slit. "Is that true, Felicia? Are you scared?"

"Y-yes," whimpered Felicia, even as her hips began to grind and hump upward toward Roderick's magnificent black cock.

"But you're turned on too?" demanded Roderick in a commanding voice.

"Yes..." whispered Felicia shamefully. "But... P-please... A c-condom?" If it was intended to be a demand, it certainly didn't sound like one.

Roderick chuckled darkly. "I suppose it would make sense you aren't on the pill if you only planning on fucking girls. But I'm afraid that condoms just don't fit on me... why, do you want me to stop?"

Roderick could see the stark fear and powerful arousal in Felicia's pretty eyes. He watched as she struggled, recognizing the humiliating danger of being impregnated right here and now. He watched as she failed to resist, giving in to temptation.

"N-no..." she whispered breathily. "Don't stop."

Roderick moved his cock into position. "Then tell me. Tell me what you want..."

"Fuck me!" whimpered Felicia, her chest heaving with passion and an arm thrown over her crimson face. She let out a heartbreaking moan of defeat and ecstasy when Roderick's raw cock slid home, deep into her unprotected pussy. Conquering her, dominating her, completing her. A missing puzzle piece she never knew she had clicked firmly into place as her pussy stretched snugly around his cock.

Juno saw the powerful triumph of her Daddy's face. The pleasure of surrender on her new sister's. Roderick began moving, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Felicia writhed and moaned beneath him, being reborn as a brand new woman... humiliated and subservient, but happy in her own special way.

Juno sighed. Her job here was done. Daddy only had one cock after all, and Felicia needed to be thoroughly broken in. Besides... all of the talk of condoms and birth control made her feel a little uncomfortable. A lot of Snowbunnies ended up pregnant with their master's children. Juno accepted that, of course... but the thought of it happening to her made her stomach twist with anxiety and forbidden desire. She didn't want to hang around and watch another young white girl bred by her daddy.

Juno quietly dressed herself as Felicia began babbling. "Yes! Fuck me, sir!" She gasped, her hips bucking desperately upward into the Chancellor's powerful thrust. "Make me your... s-slut! Punish my snobby cunt with that big black cock! Knock me up! Show me who's boss!" She was fully leaning into her new fetish for misogynistic degradation, Juno noted approvingly. That might make her unpopular amongst her feminist friends... if they managed to find out before they were corrupted as well.

Once her outer clothes were back on, Juno pranced up and kissed Roderick softly on the cheek. He looked up from his concentration on the Snowbunny in training he was stretching open and raised an eyebrow at Juno.

"Going somewhere?" he asked cooly.

"Sorry Daddy," said Juno meekly. "Studying for finals. I can stay if you need me, of course."

"Without breaking his punishing rhythm, Roderick looked nonplussed for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. I suppose you wouldn't have much to do here anyway. You may go. But don't forget the gala tomorrow night. I'm having your wardrobe sent over tomorrow morning."

"I would never forget, Daddy," said Juno sweetly. She bit her lip for a second, then said hesitantly, "And you didn't forget to write me that letter of recommendation I asked for, right?"

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, and his pistoining rhythm was thrown off for a moment, making Felicia whine in sexual need beneath him.

"Of course not," said Roderick gruffly. "I'll get to that soon."

Juno was a little worried by the look of displeasure on her Daddy's face, and hoped she hadn't somehow done something wrong... but after a moment his expression cleared and he pulled her into a dominant kiss, grabbing her bouncy ass in a massive hand and pulling her close. Juno melted, her stomach filling with butterflies, like it was her first kiss with Roderick all over again. Her worries disappeared, just like they always did when her Daddy spoiled her with his attention.

"Get out of here," said Roderick with a smile, swatting her ass. "We both have work to do. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes Daddy!" chirped Juno happily, practically skipping out of the door.

Roderick began plunging deep into Felicia again as he watched her go, the look of sour annoyance crossing his face once again.

...

Roderick Caine drummed his fingers on his desk, basking in the clarity that came from draining his balls in a white girl multiple times.

He had just sent Felicia home after one final facial, ordering her not to wipe it off until she reached her flat. It was after dark already, so she had very little chance of anyone actually noticing her sticky little predicament, but Roderick knew that walking home with the evidence of her humiliating submission all over her face would be priceless for reinforcing her new status as his slave. Maybe it would have been wiser to creampie her a third time, since he had his heart set on filling her with a bastard baby. But he was confident in the potency of his sperm: Felicia had walked home with his jizz on her once proud face and his baby growing in her belly. He couldn't wait to hear what all the women in her club thought once they noticed the belly of their "lesbian" leader begin to swell.

But despite his total victory today, something was bothering him... like a little gritty piece of sand in his eye, irritating him ceaselessly. It took him a second to realize what it was.

Juno.

He grimaced as he thought of her. Juno was his top bitch. Sexy, smart, and slavishly submissive, she was the perfect Snowbunny slut. Roderick had gone through many white sluts over the years, enjoying them, breaking them to his will, then passing them off to other black masters when they bored him. But Juno never had; he had always kept her at his side even when other Snowbunnies came and went. Juno was different. Special. Morgan Cherry's programming process was flawless: it always produced Snowbunnies utterly devoted to the advancement of the African race. But often the process left women feeling... artificial. A false new personality painted over the old. Juno didn't feel that way at all. She had a spark of vicious intelligence and creativity that she used to support Roderick and his schemes wholeheartedly. It was almost as if she was a natural Snowbunny that had only been uncovered by Morgan's programming. She was a perfect, slutty little right-hand for Roderick.

So why? Why was she actively making plans for a life after him? The thought of leaving and doing something else shouldn't even occur to her, let alone appeal.

He needed more information. And there was only one other person on campus who had a better insight than him into what Juno Evans was thinking.

Morgan Cherry answered on the third ring, sounding a little annoyed. "Yes, Roderick? What is it? I'm sort of in the middle of something."

He could hear the soft tick of her metronome in the background. Morgan must be in the middle of a programming session. His hypnotist was kept quite busy these days: subverting an entire society to worship black cock one entitled whitey at a time was a lot of work. But this was important. Whoever she was working on could stew in their newly discovered lust for black cock for a few minutes while Dr. Cherry spoke to him.

"I know you always have time for me, dear," said Roderick breezily. "I want to know more about Juno."

"Juno?" said Dr. Cherry with obvious fondness. "Our favorite little race traitor? I'm shocked she's having an issue. Did she start loving Daddy's cock TOO much or something?"

"She's studying for finals," said Roderick, trying to control his tone. It was a little embarrassing that a white girl was affecting him emotionally. White women didn't typically have the capacity to bother him anymore."She's applying for jobs. She asked me for a letter of recommendation the other day."

Morgan was quiet for a long few seconds. Roderick could hear her latest project whimpering in the background. "Hmmm," she finally said in a pensive tone. "So she's thinking about getting out of the game. That is concerning."

"Precisely." Roderick rose and began pacing his office. "And I suppose my question is... 'why'? I wasn't aware that you were in the habit of building escape clauses into your programming."

"I'm not," snapped Dr. Cherry distractedly. "Just give me a moment to... ok, ok, you may stop fingering yourself for now dear, you'll rub yourself raw." The whimpering in the background died down.

Roderick tapped his foot impatiently as Morgan Cherry muttered to herself for a moment. "Aha!" She finally said. "Looking through my notes on Juno's original programming, I think I see the issue. Juno had quite a raft of Daddy issues when she first started seeing me. A strong desire to please a distant father who withheld affection and approval. She believed... or I guess still believes, that she has to be a "Good Girl" to prove that she won't end up like her mother: pregnant out of wedlock and shunned by society. Quite sad really."

Roderick snorted, thinking about the filthy things that Juno had cheerfully done for him. "Juno is under the impression that she's being a "Good Girl" right now?"

"That was just my entry point!" protested the hypnotist. "You see, she also believes that she's allowed to take... breaks. That if she temporarily lets loose and blows off some steam, that doesn't actually turn her into the kind of "naughty girl" her father despises. As long as she goes back to being a good girl in the end."

Roderick sat back in his chair with a frown. "So you're saying that Juno sees her sexual debauchery here at Mulbrooke as a... a phase?"

"Correct."

"The girl is a popular pornstar at this point," protested Roderick incredulously."She can't seriously expect to put her wrist-length sweaters back on in a couple of months and go back to being a "good girl"!" It was true. The Simpspace content that Juno produced at Roderick's direction was massively popular, and she made no effort to hide her face. She had already been disowned by the father she apparently wanted to please so badly. It made no sense.

Morgan sighed heavily. "You know that our programmed Snowbunnies aren't always ruled by pure logic. True or not, Juno believes that she can give up being a slut when she graduates in a few months. I realize that isn't ideal from your perspective, but it was the way I found at the time to crack a particularly hard nut. You can't argue the results haven't been effective up until now."

"I want you to change her mind," said Roderick, the words leaving his lips before he realized he was saying them.

Morgan seemed as surprised to hear the words as he had been to say them. "Reeeeaaally?" She purred. "How interesting. You know, I always suspected that she was more than just another plaything for you. Someone has a little crush, doesn't he?"

"Spare me that drivel!" growled Roderick. A Snowbunny making him feel annoyed and then embarrassed both on the same day? There really was something different about Juno. But Roderick was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he wasn't going to just let his favorite slave walk away. "Can you make her submit permanently or not?"

"I'm not sure," said Dr. Cherry thoughtfully, mercifully dropping her teasing tone. "I set up quite the little balancing act in her brain. Right now every slutty thing she does "doesn't count". If she were to think she had actually permanently become a "naughty girl"... Well, it could be devastating. Desire to meet her father's impossible standards in the final tally is just a fundamental part of who she is."

"So the great Morgan Cherry is finally stumped?" asked Roderick with a challenge in his voice.

"I didn't say that," snapped Dr. Cherry. "In fact, I think I have an idea that would solve your little... issue nicely. But it would require me to push our little bunny... quite hard. Is that acceptable?"

"Whatever it takes," said Roderick in a smoldering rumble, and he was surprised to find that he meant that literally.

...

Juno signed for the courier's package, then wandered back into her apartment.

It was much more luxurious than the tiny place she had first lived in as a freshman with her boyfriend. Her Daddy liked to spoil her, and besides, he didn't want to slum it when he occasionally stayed the night.

Juno tossed the garment box onto the bed, then collapsed there herself with a sigh. She was in an irritable, distracted mood today. And here, alone in her apartment, she could just be herself.

She loved to smile and simper and be her Daddy's good little girl. She lived to serve him. But it could be difficult to present the same sultry, slutty enthusiasm no matter what she felt on the inside. As much as her Daddy, and all black men really, made her flush with submissive lust, sometimes it was nice to just unwind and let herself breathe.

Why was she feeling so down lately? Her relationship with Daddy had never been better. Well... her black Daddy. Her relationship with her father was currently on the rocks, which hurt a little. But he would come around soon. That was the real problem though, wasn't it... soon. Soon she would be done with college, and this little rebellious phase would come to an end.

Her wild years experimenting and blowing off steam would be over, and she would turn back into meek, shy Juno, all wrapped up in smothering clothing. She had to. As fun as serving her black masters was, no matter how much it fulfilled her on a spiritual level, all good things came to an end. Juno's mission in life was to be a good girl. To prove her father wrong about how bad she was. True, her college years had made her father feel like he was right... that she was just the naughty little whore he had always suspected. But when the Simpspace page shut down, and her hair grew long and dark again, and her body was covered up again; forever this time, even he would have to admit she was a good girl underneath it all. If anything, Juno's ability to return to propriety after sampling the wicked delights of the BNWO would show that she had better self-control than the average girl.

But that didn't mean that Juno didn't feel jealous sometimes, looking at what all the other Snowbunny sluts got to do. Getting dark, lurid tattoos proclaiming their loyalty to their masters... And getting pregnant with black babies.

The idea seemed to throb in Juno's head with sickening heat. Being bred by black dick... a tender white tummy swelling with a master's seed. Breasts heavy with milk to feed the next generation of proud black men. Her white genes conquered and submerged within the glorious black race...

It was a compelling fantasy, and a deeply taboo one. Getting knocked up was the ultimate sign of a "naughty girl". Her father had drilled that idea into her since she was old enough to understand. It was what had ruined her mother. Even the concept filled Juno with terror and deep longing. It was absolutely forbidden, and that was what made it fascinating.

But, even if the idea of being blackbred filled her with an intoxicating blend of terror and lust, Juno couldn't accept any long-term alterations, whether that was tattoos or a child. She was one of the only high-ranking Snowbunnies whose body was still lily white and unmarked. She had only used jewelry and piercings to show her loyalty. And the piercings would come out soon, The holes would heal over.

The idea filled her with vague melancholy.

Juno distracted herself by opening the package and revealing her outfit for the Black Excellence Gala tonight. Her eyes widened and she gasped in delight. This would certainly distract for the evening at least.

It couldn't accurately be described as "clothing". Inside the garment box was a harness made of shiny, bright white latex with golden studs. They had really gone all out with the Snowbunny uniform this year... the harness was designed to lift and accentuate all of the wearer's assests while hiding nothing. Perfect for the little white sluts who had been tamed by the African race.

Juno bit her lip at the sight, the lust inside her leaping higher. Exhibitionism had always been a special kink of hers. It was what made it so fucking hot to suck black cock on camera and post it online for the world to see. She loved it when she felt the burning, judgmental eyes of the pathetic white boys see her degradation. And when the black men saw how she had been conquered and knew that she belonged to them... that was even better.

So the sight of a slutty, demeaning costume that would show the whole gala how slutty and submissive she was definitely lifted her spirits. Her mood improved even more when she saw the little jewelry box tucked in beside the harness. When she opened it, she giggled in delight, putting a coy hand to her mouth.

A set of barbells for her pierced nipples, the cap on each end a little white angel wing. So Daddy wanted her to be his little angel tonight, huh? He could be so funny sometimes.

...

Juno strode into the event hall on her tall, white stiletto heels and shrugged off her coat, revealing the breathtaking display beneath. The white harness had straps tightly circling each juicy thigh. Pure white latex bands crisscrossed her torso, joining together in the middle at a golden circle around her belly button. The harness lifted and presented her full ripe tits for inspection by her black masters, the bubble-gum pink nipples pierced by her Daddy's newest gift: her angel barbells.

She completed the look with Queen of Spades earrings and necklace, her impressive heels, and a fabulous updo of her shining blonde locks.

She was a feast for the eyes. Any real man would stare and drool. So obviously the whiteboi who took her coat averted his eyes. As well he should. If the doorman didn't know his place, there were much worse tasks that whitebois could be assigned at the Black Excellence Galas.

She plucked a drink from a tray carried by one of the lesser Snowbunnies who was hobbling around on ballerina heels, her tongue lolling out of her ring gag and her eyes hazy with lust. Then she moved into the crowded party.

The Black Excellence Galas had been instituted by Roderick around two years ago. A demonstration of his growing power and a reward for the faithful, black and white alike. Roderick wasn't yet in a position to allow open black supremacy on the campus. The movement was still underground for now. But the Galas were an opportunity for black adherents to the New World Order to openly enjoy the sexual dominance they had been promised. As well as a chance for the eager white converts to publicly display their submission.

The Galas had become a subject of curiosity to the outside world, but Roderick insisted that they were innocent events promoting cultural pride. Occasionally a curious white journalist or student activist would sneak into one of the events. It was like a fly breaking into a spider's web. They would emerge afterward with a brand new black spade tattoo hidden somewhere on their body and a convincing story about how harmless the parties were.

The crowd consisted of African Kings in sharp tailored suits and African Queens in stunning gowns. The fancy clothes, as a rule, were purchased with tribute money from their white "admirers". Juno relished their condescending, yet admiring glances as she made her made through the party. She felt a moist heat growing between her legs and her nipples strained to full stiffness. Soon it would be obvious to all exactly how horny she was. Juno was top-shelf ass, and she loved the feeling of their burning, lustful eyes on her body, male and female alike.

About a third of the crowd was made up of Snowbunnies, all wearing tonight's uniform, much like Juno. And some of them were already receiving considerably more attention than just appreciative stares...

As usual, the Snowbunnies wore color-coded outfits. Black meant that the Snowbunny was community-owned, or, in other words, free use. They were available to any black master for any use, no questions asked. About two thirds of the white girls in the crowd wore black harnesses.

A pink harness meant that the white woman wearing it was attached to a particular master. Touching and groping of pink Snowbunnies was allowed and encouraged for anyone, but permission was needed for any sort of penetration. Most of the remaining Snowbunnies wore pink.

White clothing indicated that a Snowbunny belonged to a powerful or influential black master. No one was even allowed to touch Juno without her Daddy's explicit permission. Which he never granted: her Daddy was a jealous man. It was a position of privilege: the highest honor a white girl could aspire to. Juno spotted only two or three other women in the room with white harnesses. They were a rare breed.

Whitebois weren't invited to the Gala, unless you counted the formerly male gurls wearing harnesses with the other Snowbunnies, which Juno didn't. But that didn't mean that there were no white males in the room tonight... they had just been given tasks appropriate to their lowly stations.

Juno walked over with a smirk and admired one of the centerpieces on the tables spaced around the room. A whiteboi was strapped into an uncomfortable upside-down position, his ass stuck in the air. A tasteful flower arrangement had been planted in the poor little guy's asshole. Turned into a human flower vase as a demonstration of the black race's power. Both fitting and amusing.

Juno's eyes swept over the flower vase's gagged and blindfolded face without curiosity, then widened and doubled back in surprise. She actually KNEW this whiteboi!

It was Noah, her boyfriend from back when she was a completely different person. She had always sort of wondered what had happened to him. Unlike Juno, Roderick had gotten tired of Noah fairly quickly during their sophomore year and gifted him to another master. Juno ran her nails along Noah's scrawny white thigh with a faint smirk, making the poor captive white-boi shiver and break out in goosebumps. To think that she once considered this pathetic excuse for a man the love of her life. To think that she actually used to let him fuck her... She reached out and gave his soft little white balls a hard contemptuous flick for old time's sake. He strained and moaned against his straps, a dribble of clear loser juice dripping out of his tight, flat chastity cage. He would never even know that his former girlfriend had touched him one last time. She wondered with a cruel giggle if he still dreamed about her. If she knew whitebois, she was willing to bet that he jerked off all the time to the memory of their love and her being stolen by her black masters. Well, he would if he wasn't caged at least.

"Juno!" said a cheerful voice behind her, and she turned to see Rosemary rushing up with a big smile on her face. Behind her, Cecily floated forward with a dreamy smile, her flowing white-blonde hair making her look as ethereal and perfect as ever, despite her tattoos and heavy pregnancy. Juno considered pointing Noah out to them for a moment. They had once been friends after all. But if Juno barely cared about him when he had been such a pivotal part of her life, she doubted Rose and Cece would be interested. Juno let Noah fade from her mind for the last time.

Rosemary hustled up and gave her friend a tight hug, crushing her big juicy tits up against Juno smaller frame and sending a fresh pulse of heat swelling between Juno's legs. Technically Rosemary shouldn't be touching her either, but she doubted her Daddy would care in this instance. He knew how close they were.

But speaking of touching... Juno looked down at the harness hefting Rose's tits. "Wearing black?" She said with amusement, raising an eyebrow. "I know for a fact that you should be wearing white."

"I asked Desmond and Jules if I could wear black tonight," said Rose with a sly wink. "You know how much I love being the center of attention. I want to see if I can break my personal record of seven black cocks at once."

Cecily finally drifted up regally, one hand resting on her huge pregnant belly, which was decorated with a lurid tattoo in cursive reading "breeding sow". She was wearing a white harness, as was proper for one of the first converts, and the lift of the straps had a particularly impressive effect on her swollen tits. As she approached, she gave her best friend a warm smile and kissed Juno gently on the cheek. "Good evening darling," she murmured fondly.

"You look ready to pop!" said Juno cheerfully, concealing her discomfort. Cecily was a living reminder of Juno's anxious, horny fascination with impregnation. This was Cece's third child already. It really was impressive how she managed to stay so lovely and perfect through multiple pregnancies. Juno figured that it must take extreme discipline, rigorous skincare and a careful diet to look that good through bearing multiple children.

"Oooh yes," said Cece with a weary, but happy sigh. "Eight months along now. Marcus didn't even want me to come tonight, can you believe that? He gets so protective when I'm big and round like this. I love it."

"Yet here you are," pointed out Juno with a painted-on smile. To carry her master's baby... To have his child inside her. It was a temptation Juno could never give in to, and it was hard not to find Cecily's presence a little grating when she was heavily pregnant and glowing like this.

"Here I am," confirmed Cecily warmly. "I want to have as much fun as I can while I'm not taking care of a newborn. Marcus is even going to let me suck a few of his friends' cocks! It will be a rare treat for me... there's only one place my master ever wants to cum."

Rosemary sensed Juno's discomfort and changed the subject, wiggling her big soft breasts to show off her new tattoos. "Like the new ink?" She said coyly, lifting her heavy breasts further to show off the newly added stylized black sperm shapes pointed toward her nipples.

"Love it," said Juno sincerely. Her eyes flicked back up to Rose's with a conspiratorial glint. "Is it a little hint that your masters have finally bred you?"

Rosemary rolled her eyes. "I wish! No, they say they want to keep my body tight for a while longer, They gave me my assignment by the way! They want me to work at a sex club and subvert white boys. You know, get them into the kink. I think they were impressed with my work on Pinky."

"How nice," said Juno mildly, trying to push down her own anxiety about her after-college plans and leaving this world behind. "What about you, Cece? Have they let you know what you'll be doing?

"Oh you can't waste blue blood like mine, dear," said Cecily, waving her hand airly with a tone that was only partially sarcastic. "Artemis and I are both getting placed in top political positions to increase the influence of the movement."

"And where is your dear sister by the way?" asked Rose with a smile.

Cecily giggled. "Oh, she and Marcus are trying for a baby right now. They'll be busy all night."

Juno and Rose joined her laughter, and for a moment it was like they were all carefree schoolgirls again. Rose wiped a tear from her eye. "Ha! Well, I have to say, Cece, I've never heard of a gurl getting her butt knocked up, but if anyone can do it, it's your master. He has jizz more potent than anyone I know."

"Oh I think they both know poor little Artie can't have a baby," said Cecily with a grin, "But they do have fun trying. But enough about us, darling. Tell us about you, Ms. Student Body President! Where are they placing you after Uni?"

Juno hesitated. She wasn't even sure what to say. How could she explain that she planned to abandon the movement that meant so much to them in a few short months?

She was saved by an unlikely distraction. "Good evening girls," said Morgan Cherry in her low, melodious voice. Black women could, obviously, wear whatever they liked to the galas. Their gowns tended to be classy and elegant, entirely appropriate to their exalted status. Which meant that Dr. Cherry's slutty dress was worn entirely of her own volition. It had slits up the side of its deep red velvet running almost all the way up to her ribs, displaying a delicious slice of her dark, smooth thighs and thick butt... clearly revealing her lack of panties. The neckline plunged into a V so deep and wide that Juno was stunned that the doctor's dark areolas weren't on display. They must be just barely under the edge of the fabric.

"Dr. Cherry," said all three Snowbunnies in unison, bobbing into a deep curtsy. As far as hierchy in the movement, Dr. Cherry was second only to Roderick Caine himself. She was owed the utmost respect.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Cecily," said Dr. Cherry, her pillowy lips pulling up into a wicked smirk. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal Juno from you. We have something important to discuss."

"Of course, Dr. Cherry," said Rosemary humbly, all of her cheerful teasing put away in the face of a superior.

"Pleased to serve, Dr. Cherry," murmured Cecily, her eyes cast demurely down.

"Come along pet," said Dr. Cherry, a mysterious smile lighting up her face as she gestured for the curious Juno to follow her. "Let's find somewhere to get comfortable and have a nice, long chat."

...

Juno was curious and wary as Dr. Cherry led her into the dark, silent back halls of the event center. Dr. Cherry was a regal, powerful African Queen. Juno respected her implicitly and was willing to serve, but she was also dangerous. Juno had learned that better than perhaps anyone else on campus. Dr. Cherry's mysterious powers could take any defiant and backward white racist and convert them into a devoted sexual slave of the Black New World Order. Juno had helped to tempt and ensnare enough whitebois and Snowbunnies over the past few years to have a healthy amount of fear mixed into her respect for the sultry mesmerist. She was even dimly aware that this process had probably been done to her during her sessions with Dr. Cherry as a freshman, although her head hurt and she felt dizzy if she tried to think about that too hard.

When Dr. Cherry opened an unmarked door and ushered her inside with a mysterious grin, Juno was prepared for the worst. But the room was nothing special. It was a small office with a tidy desk, a rolling chair, and a leather sofa against one wall.

Juno was certain she had never been here before, but still... for some reason the office felt familiar. She had trouble placing exactly why for a second, then her eyes widened. It was the smell. Lush and tropical, with just the faintest hint of something musky at its core.

On the desk sat a small device. A metronome, Juno's mind whispered.

The door clicked softly shut behind Dr Cherry, who came up behind Juno and put her hands on her bare, pale shoulders. "Why don't you lie down, sweetie? Relax a little. I want to have a heart-to-heart."

Obedience was second nature to Juno now. She laid back gingerly on the leather couch, the material cool and smooth against her warm skin. "Dr. Cherry," she asked nervously, "Are you planning to... to...?"

Dr. Cherry let out a low, musical chuckle, sitting back in the rolling chair and crossing one thick, exquisite thigh over the other, pressing them together in a delicious display. "Don't try to think about it too hard, honey. You have mental blocks preventing you from thinking about your programming. But to answer your question, yes, I do plan to give you a little tune-up today. But don't worry about it..."

She reached out and delicately tapped the swinging arm of the metronome, beginning a slow, resonant tocking.

"... No matter what, you will come out of this session feeling safe and happy and eager to serve. Doesn't that sound great?"

Juno found her anxiety and her sudden headache slip away, leaving her warm and relaxed and receptive. A pleasant blush seemed to be spreading through her body. The deep, rhythmic tock filled her ears and the rich, exotic smell filled her nose. "Yes, Doctor Cherry," she murmured, "That sounds wonderful."

'I want you to think about your current life, Juno," said Dr. Cherry in a low, beguiling voice. "How you worship black cock... dress up as a Snowbunny slut... corrupt wayward little white boys and girls... serve the Black New World Order. How do those things make you feel?"

Juno purred, letting the warm, pleasurable haze of Dr. Cherry's influence engulf her. Her hands slid softly over her body, pausing to tease and grope at her pierced nipples. Then they slid down over her luscious curves, her slim pale thighs parting gently to give her better access as she slipped her fingers between the juicy folds of her pretty pink pussy. "Ooh, I love it, Dr. Cherry! I've never been happier!" She meant every word from the bottom of her heart.

"What's your favorite part, baby girl?" asked Dr. Cherry warmly, leaning forward with avid eyes and a nasty smile.

"I love to be seeeen," moaned Juno, her finger rubbing firmer and faster on her throbbing clit. Her whole body felt like an erogenous zone, hot and moist and needy. The white straps on her body felt constricting and controlling... but in a good way. "I love it when powerful black masters see my tits and my ass and my soft white pussy. I love the hunger in their eyes. I love it when whitebois look at me with aching desire, only for me to crush their hopes and deny them. I love to dress up like the little kept slut I've become and show off my body to the whole world!"

"I know you do, Juno," said Dr, Cherry, spreading her own powerful legs to snake a manicured hand beneath her red velvet dress. "I made you feel that way... Now tell me: how do you feel about your Daddy?"

"Daddy!" whimpered Juno in ecstasy, clenching her thighs hard around her flexing hands as a small orgasm rocked her at the mere thought of her powerful black master. "He's the only man I need. Strong... powerful... dark... Just thinking about him gets me wet. His cock is like a work of art. When I get to suck it, it makes me feel so fucking weak and small and helpless. I'm drooling just thinking about it! And when it's deep inside me, spreading open my tight white pussy, it makes me want... Makes me want him to..."

"To breed you?" asked Morgan Cherry with a smirk, her hand softly bunching and writhing beneath the scarlet velvet of her dress. "To claim your body for the black race? To fill your tender white pussy with his potent sperm and make your his little pregnant Snowbunny slut? To make you the mother of a new generation of black conquerors?"

Juno bit her lip to stifle a loud moan as her back arched up off the leather sofa, humping her hips into her greedy fingers. A wet spot was beginning the make the leather dark and shiny beneath her. Her nipples looked like they could cut glass. Her head whipped side to side as her subconsciousness tried to furiously deny the forbidden idea Dr. Cherry had given voice to. But her body submitted to the pleasure, pulsing in a powerful, mind-numbing orgasm.

Dr. Cherry waited patiently for Juno to come back to Earth. Finally, the naked, harnessed Snowbunny collapsed panting back to the couch, her pussy making obscene squishing noises around her plunging fingers.

"I c-can't," whispered Juno mournfully. "I can't have his baby. I need to be a good girl. It's important."

"Why?" demanded Dr. Cherry, her voice suddenly hard and demanding. Juno's hand finally stopped. She didn't want to say... didn't want to talk about it. But her mind felt hazy... the deep pleasant tocking drilled into her ears... the thick, overwhelming scent distracted her. She felt resistance slip away from her mind like water through her fingers.

"My father," she whispered, feeling dread and guilt so familiar that it tasted like childhood. "He says I have to. I... I can't disappoint him."

"So," said Doctor Cherry thoughtfully, her own hand withdrawing from between her legs, "You want to be with your Daddy so badly... want to serve him... please him... bear his children... but you need to be a good girl for your father?"

Juno nodded weakly. Dr. Cherry was so beautiful and smart. She had grasped the situation instantly.

"But what if your father already thought you were a lost cause? What if he could never approve of you?" asked Dr. Cherry, her voice grim.

Juno shifted uncomfortably on the leather couch. The pleasant buzz in her body was receding. The metronome sounded harsh, the perfume was fetid and cloying. "That's not true," she said weakly, her mouth suddenly dry. "I may have been a little wild during university, but soon he'll see that I'm a good girl deep down. I just needed to blow off some steam. He's been angry before, but he always cools down in the end."

Dr. Cherry gave Juno a nasty little smile, her soft, curvy lips quirking up at the edges. "But you're wrong, Juno. Maybe you could pretend that nothing happened back when you used to sneak out at night... Go back to being a good little girl like your father wanted... but you must realize that it is far too late for that now. You can't go back. You'll never be an innocent angel again."

"No, you're wrong," said Juno in a soft voice, squirming on the wet leather beneath her. In theory it should be difficult for her to disagree with the sultry memirist right now with the hypnotic triggers fo the perfume and metronome working on her brain, but what Dr. Cherry was saying right now was prying at the very bedrock of her belief system, and something deep inside her rose to fight back. "I... I'm just taking a break right now. Father will understand." Some huge, dark, terrible feeling was rising inside her. Something that she had been holding back for years now.

Dr. Cherry chuckled, her hand still working lazily in her lap beneath her dress. "Oh honey," she said pityingly, "I know that this is my programming speaking, but this is getting pathetic. Your father didn't like it when you kissed boys... you think he'll welcome back with open arms after what you've been doing?"

"He always gets angry at first..." protested Juno, the maddening tock of the metronome filling her ears. "But he forgets. He'll forgive me. He'll see that I'm really a good girl." That dark, unexamined feeling was ballooning inside her, making her feel like she would burst.

"You haven't even spoken with Robert Evans in over two years," pointed out Dr. Cherry with a raised eyebrow. "And he stopped supporting financially even before that. You've already been abandoned, Juno."

"T-temporarily," whimpered Juno. It felt like her mind was cracking apart. Had it actually been that long since she had spoken to father? Why hadn't she realized that?

Dr. Cherry sighed and shook her head, then opened a drawer of the desk and pulled out a tablet. She looked down at it briefly, tapping and swiping, before handing it to Juno.

"I normally NEVER do this dear," she confided. "Too risky. But I'll make an exception in this case. I want you to watch what's on the screen for me, ok, honey?"

Juno looked down with a troubled expression.

She recognized the video immediately. It was her. On her knees with Roderick's massive black cock streching her pink lips as she moaned aroud it, visibly drooling, moaning like a slut, and rolling her eyes in pleasure.

"It's my latest Simpspace release," said Juno in confusion, looking up at the smirking Dr. Cherry. "Why do you want me to watch this? I know what is in it. I was there, after all."

"Keep watching, darling," said Dr. Cherry, her voice thick with amusement. "But now... without panicking, I want you to really see it. Without any programming. Just for a moment."

The words seemed to unlock something inside Juno's head. The video... shifted. Not visually, but in meaning. Juno gasped, her eyes widening. There was a blonde slut, naked on her knees, slobbering all over a cock as big as her forearm with every sign of deep arousal. It disgusted her. It compelled her.

It was her.

She was the slut on her knees, submitting to black cock on camera. Her embarassment and humiliation clashed with her on-screen persona. How could she be the same woman as the snowbunny worshipping black dick on the screen?

"Does that look like a good girl to you?" asked Morgan Cherry, lounging back in her chair, masturbating slowly to Juno's humiliting realization.

"No," admitted Juno. She couldn't tear her eyes away as the little blond slut on the screen sunk down slowly, the massive black cock somehow dissapeaing inch after inch into her, bulging her pale, delicate throat with its thickness.

"What does she look like?" demanded Dr. Cherry, her eyes blazing.

"A..." Juno gulped, her mouth dry as Roderick began cumming all over her face on the screen. "A naughty girl."

Dr. Cherry burst into laughter. "That's putting it a bit mildly, wouldn't you say? Really look at her. She's not just naughty." On the screen Juno giggled with a sunny smile, cleaning up her Daddy's thick white cum off her face with a finger and slurping it happily down. "She's corrupted. Tainted. Blacked. Juno Evans is never going to be "good" again. And everyone knows it. Everyone's seen it. They've seen this video, or one like it. Even your father."

And sudden that dark, heavy feeling welling in her chest, the one that had been lurking in the background for so long, burst into fruition. It was the solid, leaden knowledge that she had gone too far to come back. What Dr. Cherry was saying was correct. Even if she deleted her Simpspace, the damage was done. Her lifelong dream of winning her father's affection had already slipped through her fingers, unnoticed.

She had failed.

When Dr. Cherry reached over and took the tablet, Juno's hands didn't resist. Her eyes were blank. Her hands slumped down like a puppet with cut strings. The hypnotic sounds of the metronome kept her calm and receptive, but her mind was taking a little break.

Dr Cherry clucked her tongue, gazing with twisted pity at the poor little white slut on the couch, cut loose and drifting. Now was a delicate time for Juno. If Morgan wasn't careful, she could go to pieces. She had lost her most important dream. She had finally realized that she had already lost her father. Juno needed a new anchor. A strong one to tie her down and show her the way. And Morgan knew just the one.

"Come here, baby," said Dr. Cherry softly, pulling Juno gently up off the couch. "At my feet. You can resume your programming by the way, darling. I need to tell you something important."

Juno didn't resist. She slumped to her knees beneath the powerful black woman. Her head throbbed with the beat of the metronome. She didn't want to think of the crushing things she had just realized, but her heart of still filled with numb shock and chilling gloom. She stared up into Morgan Cherry's warm, wicked eyes and, in that moment, was willing to accept anything, as long as she could hear her life meant.

"You were never meant to be good, honey," purred Dr. Cherry, sending a strange thrill through Juno's heart.

"Wh-what?" Asked Juno breathlessly. Somehow she had expected Dr. Cherry to comfort her. To tell her that her dream wasn't dead after all.

"I mean," chuckled Dr. Cherry, "Can you really deny it? I've never seen you happier than when you have a big black dick stretching those pretty lips. When your slim little hips are bucking and squirming on the tip of a monstrous black cock. You aren't a good girl Juno... you're naughty right down to your slutty core."

"No," said Juno, shaking her head, somehow still not able to shake the part of her that wanted to be a good girl. "No, I can be good. I want to!"

Morgan laughed again, then reached down and slowly dragged her dress aside. Juno drew a sharp breath, her nose filling with the wild, exotic perfume. Suddenly it seemed heavier than ever in the air. Her eyes dilated and her lust roared back to life as the African queen above her spread her thick thighs, revealing her plump, juicy cunt, dark and smooth and glistening with dominant arousal.

"You're all upset Snowbunny," said Dr. Cherry in a low, compelling voice, scooting her butt forward to the edge of the chair and presenting her dark, glistening pussy directly to Juno's hungry eyes. "Let's do something to soothe you. Something I know you love... submitting to a dominant black mistress." Juno shook her head again, but the movement was weak this time. hesitant. She licked her lips unconsciously. Her mouth wasn't dry anymore... Now she was drooling.

"Don't try to fight it." Dr. Cherry's voice was a powerful current, pulling her forward. "Serve your black superior. It's what you were built for. It's what all little white sluts were built for." Juno's head was hazy, and her thoughts were scattered. It would just be so much easier to not think... to let Dr. Cherry tell her what was right and wrong.

Her head dipped forward, the smooth warm skin of Dr. Cherry's thighs brushing her cheeks as she nestled between them. Juno closed her eyes as her lips pressed tenderly, reverently, to the superior black cunt of the magnificent woman looming above her. The delicious taste of Dr. Cherry's juices filled her mouth as her tongue slipped deep into her velvety heat, eagerly squirming and licking as she savored the humiliation and security of service.

This did feel right. It felt like she belonged here, on her knees, serving the superior race. She did have a mild preference for sucking cock over eating pussy, but this wasn't the first time she had served a black queen on her knees, and, Juno realized with a extra twist of arousal, she was no longer sure it would be her last. The tight, wet, black pussy in front of her represented true feminine power. Not the weak, submissive, receptive girlishness of white females. Dominant, nurturing, confident female strength seemed to flow outward from Dr. Cherry's warm, juicy cunt, dripping down Juno's chin and spreading through her body from her mouth. Her hand dropped between her thighs and began working on her pussy as she savored the feeling of pleasant submission, letting it seep into her soul.

Dr. Cherry's hand slipped down and gripped Juno's hair, tight, but not painfully so. She used her grip to pull the little Snowbunny in closer, subtly grinding her hot, slick cunt against Juno's mouth as the white slut licked and slurped.

"You were born to be naughty, Juno," said Morgan in a heated whisper, her tone seeming to warp and shimmer, blending with the pulsing beat of the metronome. The powerful scent of the perfume complemented and empowered the taste of her juicy pussy, and Juno thrust her tongue deeper, greedy for more of that intoxicating flavor. "You've had something inside you all your life... wanting to be bad. You chained up that little devil deep inside... But here at Mulbrooke, you fed her. Gave her a taste. Let her control you. Do you really think you can just put her away again? No Juno. The devil inside you is out... and she wants more."

Juno let out a sloppy moan, burying her face deeper between Dr. Cherry's warm thighs and letting her poisonous words seep deep into her mind. She had felt it inside her... just what Dr. Cherry had talked about. A dark, wanton part of herself that wanted to be bad. Deliciously, sinfully naughty. That part of her was awake and in control right now, kissing and licking and sucking with slavish desire.

... But she had to resist, right? She could let the naughty part of herself out to play sometimes, but not forever. She pulled back slightly from Dr. Cherry's pussy, gasping for air. "I... can't..." she whimpered in a breathy whine. "My father... I need... I need to..."

He mind felt like it was pulling in two directions. She had to be a good girl for her father! But... she didn't have a father anymore did she? He had disowned her. What should she do now that the anchor of her entire morality had disappeared?

"You have no father..." said Morgan Cherry softly, caressing Juno's face. "But... you do have a Daddy... don't you?"

Juno's mind whirled in confusion. She blinked stupidly. The tocking of the metronome was so soothing, and so was Dr. Cherry's voice. This room smelled so nice... her mistress's pussy smelled so nice. What Dr. Cherry was saying didn't make any sense... or did it? It felt hard to think.

"Daddy..." whispered Juno, the hand flexing and rubbing between her thighs sending warm waves of pleasure pouring through her naked body. Her nipples throbbed with dirty heat, hanging beneath her. "B-but, I just call him that as a sex thing. It's not like he's really my Dad," she protested weakly.

'Isn't he?" Asked Dr. Cherry, her dark, lovely eyes capturing Juno's. "Who takes care of you? Who guides you, tells you what you should do?"

"Daddy..." Juno said again. Her hand working harder and faster.

"That's riiiiight,"said Dr. Cherry in a sing-song voice. "He's been the one there for you all along, giving you what all little lost white girls secretly crave. Direction, control, and fat black cock. Much better than what your pathetic white father ever did for you."

Juno looked up at the brilliant goddess above her, her hand making squishy noises of sexual delight between her legs. It made so much sense! She had been calling him Daddy for years, but she had never made the connection. Roderick was the strong male figure she needed to guide and shelter her. The idea immediately began to put down strong roots in her psyche as she eagerly transplanted her black master into the mental space left by the father who had abandoned her.

"And the thing about your new black Daddy..." said Morgan Cherry, forcing the little white girl's beaming face up against her pussy once again, "is that he doesn't agree with your worthless white father at ALL. He doesn't want a good girl to serve him. He wants his babygirl NAUGHTY. He wants you to be the naughtiest you can possibly be. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Yesssss," moaned Juno into Dr. Cherry's pussy, buzzing pleasantly against her mistress's clit. Oh God, it was like something was breaking loose inside her. Something she had been struggling to hold back her hold life. A tide of hot, wet, dark arousal, filling her up and swallowing her whole. The naughty girl inside her fully set free. The devil was in the driver's seat now. Her thighs trembled at the obscene liberating thought, she felt the pleasure swelling inside her as she slobbered and muched at Dr. Cherry's delicious cunt.

"And you know what your Daddy wants most of all..." said Dr. Cherry's beguiling voice, a bit of moan creeping in to her sultry tones as well. "He wants you to be his naughty girl forever... Daddy's little devil, willing to do whatever wicked things he desires. He wants your submission. Your ultimate submission. You know what he wants you to do... What he wants to give you."

Juno moaned as she realized what Dr. Cherry was saying. The dark, erotic, terrifying, fascinating idea that had tormented her for years. Breeding. Carrying her Daddy's baby... Every time Roderick knocked up another Snowbunny, every time one of her friend's swelled with pregnancy, Juno stayed up all night, tangling her sweaty sheets, masturbating as dark, frobidden fantasies filled her mind. This taboo was at the core of her being. Part of who she was.

Juno pulled back from Dr. Cherry's pussy, panting and gasping. "No! No I can't. Not even for him. My... my mother. I need to be better than her. I can't make her mistakes."

Dr. Cherry's grip tightened. She pulled Juno firmly back to her task, and Juno obediently slurped and suckled once again. Dr. Cherry's free hand slid up, pushing her dress aside to reveal a stiff nipple, even darker against her shining ebony skin. She squeezed it with a groan of satisfaction, saying, "Your mother did make a mistake, Juno. One that you will correct. She understood her place as a white girl... to serve cock. To give men pleasure. To be a vessel for their seed. But she made a massive error. She chose a weak whiteboi pussy like your father. Just imagine if she had chosen a proper black master."

Juno tried desperatly to resist, but the metronome and perfume once again overwhelmed her senses. She did imagine it. Maybe... maybe a strong black master wouldn't have let her mother be ridiculed and shunned by society. He could have taken care of her. If her mother had been a black-owned slut, she might even be happy and healthy today. Maybe she would have even survived childbirth without all of that stress.

"Of course, you wouldn't exist then," said Dr. Cherry with a chuckle, now powerfully grinding her pussy up and down Juno's obedient face. "Or maybe you would as a proud African queen without your father's inferior genes. We'll never know. The point is this. You will surpass your mother, Juno. But you will also follow in her footsteps."

Juno looked up, her eyes dim and hazy with suggestible lust. She felt foggy. Weak.. Her tongue withed and swirled lazily over her mistress's swollen clit, eager to serve. But a stubborn bedrock part of her resisted. To be impregnated was to be conquered. Defiled, in a way. It was a sacred act between two people who had been pledged together in an equal relationship. To let someone do that to her outside of marriage would be a humiliation. A deep, clinging shame.

"I told you," said Morgan Cherry above her, gently stroking her hair. "Your new Daddy wants you to be as naughty as possible, right?"

Juno hesitantly nodded while her tongue continued to work.

"And I think we both know what would be the naughtiest thing you could do... to get bred. Knocked up. To get pregnant from a strong dominant black man holding you down and fucking a baby into your belly."

Juno let out a deep, reluctant moan, feeling confused... conflicted... horny...

"You know what you want, Juno. You've wanted it your whole life. Ever since your father told you it was the one thing you couldn't have. You want to be bred. You want to be knocked up by your master's superior semen."

Juno moaned against the cunt grinding against her face. Her body pulsed with needy heat. One hand clutched at Dr. Cherry's thigh as her other slipped between her own legs, pawing desperately at her own hot, slick sex. Yes! The part of her that wanted to be naughty rejoiced at the wicked thought. Giving in. Surrendering her body to the black race in the most final and complete way. Submitting to their genetic superiority by filling her womb with their babies. Nurturing and loving a young conqueror. Her lithe body growing fat with child, her firm tits swelling with milk. It was submission and devotion on a whole other level, and a part of her craved it deeply.

Her body hurtled toward orgasm even as her mind spiraled with confusion. The idea was so fucking hot her pussy fluttered and clenched against her rubbing fingers, but it was wrong! Not to get pregnant was one of the first and strictest rules she had ever been taught... even the idea of giving into that forbidden, sinful desire was about to make her cum.

Dr. Cherry must have been close as well. She hissed in pleasure, pawing at her bared breast as he pulled Juno close to her hot wet, pussy, her thighs clamping and smothering juno's face.

They came together as dark confused thoughts filled Juno's mind.

Roderick was her Daddy now. She had no doubt about that. But could she really give in completely, and break her ultimate taboo?

...

Two months later

Roderick Caine got the text in his towncar on the way home from a long day of scheming. On the one hand, his societal overhaul project was going swimmingly: there were new converts everyday. Some hadn't even needed mental reprogramming at all to see the superiority of the Black race.

But on the other hand, there were powerful entrenched forces in the country opposed to even racial equality, let alone the Black takeover Roderick had planned. He had spent all day dealing with yet another attempted ousting from snobby white alumni, and he was in a foul mood.

So he naturally frowned when he saw Morgan's text.

[Your favorite little Snowbunny wanted to speak with you. I took the liberty of letting her into your apartment. Don't be too mad, I think you'll enjoy the surprise.]

Roderick sighed irritably. He had given Morgan a key to his place in case of extreme emergencies. If he somehow got caught or badly injured, she would have to use the killswitches located there to erase all evidence of their plans. She wasn't supposed to use it for whatever surprise rendezvous she cooked up.

But, despite his irritation, he had to admit that he was intrigued. Morgan had sworn up and down that she had done all she could for Juno the night of the spring Gala. Now, according to the talented hypnotist, everything depended on how Juno dealt with her conflicting impulses

If Morgan had pushed any harder, she supposedly had risked a mental break.

Sadly, Roderick had begun to suspect that the programming had failed. He had seen little evidence that Juno was newly committed to him. If anything she had been a bit quiet lately. More concerningly, she had developed an annoying habit of manipulating him into cumming on her face and tits lately, or into other Snowbunnies rather than inside her.

So perhaps Juno's mind had rejected Morgan's attempt to alter her base morality. She would likely be gone within a month. The only Snowbunny who had ever escaped him. The thought annoyed him deeply. But he wouldn't force her further. As much as Roderick believes that white women submitting to him was the natural order of things, he wouldn't chase them. That was... unseemly.

So what could this little surprise be? A goodbye? Or had Morgan's programming been more successful than he thought?

As he entered his penthouse apartment, Roderick immediately noticed the path of bloodred rose petals, sprinkled on the ground leading deeper into his dark aparment. A smirk lit up his face and he felt a twitch of interest between his legs. He hardly viewed his relationship with Juno in terms of romance, but any man would appreciate a bold invitation to sexual play like this. Things were looking much better regarding Juno's final decision.

He followed the path set out for him through his darkened apartment and pushed open the door to his dimly lit bedroom. His eyes lit up at the sexual tableau his favorite little white girl had set up for her daddy.

Juno knelt on the bed, her face a picture of eager, submissive arousal. She was dressed up in a porny costume, a sultry smile on her face. A scarlet shelf bra lifted and presented her firm little tits and their stiff, pierced, pink nipples. Matching crotchless panties openly displayed her puffy little pussy, already wet and ready for her Daddy's cock. But interestingly, she also had a headband with red devil horns and a long spade-shaped tail swinging out from behind her plump rear. In her hand, she playfully twirled a little pitchfork.

A camera was set on a tripod pointed toward the bed... a sure sign that whatever Juno had planned, she thought it would be hot as fuck.

Roderick chuckled as he took off his coat, slinging it over the chair at his desk. "Is that what my surprise is, babygirl? Helping with a Simpspace shoot? I thought you were giving that up."

Juno giggled, bitting her lip and twirling the toy pitchfork between her fingers. "Maybe I will maybe I won't, Daddy," she said coyly. "I thought maybe you could help me decide tonight. But don't worry. This video isn't for public consumption. Purely friends... and family."

Roderick chuckled, moving to the bed and bringing his hand to Juno's face, pressing a thumb against her lips to demand entry. She obeyed immediately, sealing her plump lips around his massive thumb and swirling her tongue around it like the good Snowbunny slut she had trained so hard to be.

"Hmmm, a conversation about the future... I like that," said Roderick with a grin, his eyes feasting on Juno's slutty little display. "But why the costume?"

She released his thumb with a pop and said in her best innocent little girl voice, "Well, Daddy, I've been a naughty, naughty little girl. So I thought this seemed right."

Roderick's cock swelled in his pants at her sultry tone. "Why don't you tell me how naughty you've been?" He asked.

Juno's hands fell to his crotch, squeezing appreciatively while her big blue eyes stared up into his, brimming with soft, submissive heat. "Can I multitask?" she asked in a raspy bedroom tone.

"You may," said Roderick with a grin. Juno giggled and swiftly unzipped his pants, tugging them down to his ankles to reveal his thick ebony cock in all it's glory. Long, veiny and throbbing with masculine power.

But for some reason, Juno didn't go straight for his cock today, despite how clearly tempted she was by the sight of it. Instead, she dipped her head lower, worshipping his balls with her wicked little tongue as she reached up and slowly stroked the length of his shaft. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips wrapped around his dick, this was also heaven. Her wet pink tongue slithered all over the rough skin of his heavy, dangling testicles, coating them in a shining layer of spit.

Roderink groaned, running his fingers through Juno's wavy dyed-blonde hair as she thoroughly licked and kiss every inch of his ballsack with her slutty little snobunny mouth. "Mmmm, you were saying something about being naughty, babygirl?"

"Well," said Juno with an expression of false guilt, planting another wet kiss on his balls as her hand rose to rub and tease the head of his throbbing cock, "For one, I skipped all of my finals. Looks like I'm not going to be a career woman after all. Do you know anyone who might hire a silly little bimbo with no college degree?"

"I might know a guy," said Roderick with a smirk, his heart swelling with excitement as he realized the implications of what Juno was saying. She had purposefully topedoed her chances of ending college with a good grades. Probably failed all of her senior classes. It was a massive leap of faith: a self destructive show of how much she wanted to rely only on him.

He intended to make sure she didn't regret it.

"Dropping out of college to shack up with big bad black man... that is naughty. But I don't think it calls for a devil costume," said Roderick with a grin as Juno resumed bathing his balls with her tongue, her hand stroking slowly up and down the length of his cock.

"But it's not just that" moaned Juno. "I did something I can never ever take back. Something that will show people how naughty I really am. Forever."

Roderick felt another spike of excited lust. She couldn't be saying... It was something she had always wormed out of no matter how many times he suggested it. He reached down impulsive and gripped Juno's chin gently, tilting her head upward to look into her sparkling eyes.

"Show me," he rumbled. Juno nodded, biting her lip in excitement.

She leaned back and thrust her hips up, exposing the brand-new black spade tattoo on her lower belly, just above her panties. Roderick reached down and traced its outlines gently with his thumb. She had actually done it, despite her hesitation for the past three years. She had marked herself permanently as black-owned, taking an irreversible step down the path to life-long service. His erection was a spike of pure dominant lust, ready to sink deep into his loyal Snowbunny's soft white pussy. Biting her lip in eager appreciation of his thick pulsing cock, Juno looked up with soft submissive blue eyes. "I wanted to show the world what a naughty girl I am... and who I really belong to..." she said shyly. "Do you like it Daddy?"

Roderick answered by reaching around the back of her delicate nack and pulling her into a fierce dominant kiss, his other hand circling around her waist to pull her soft little body close to his hard, muscular bulk. He loved the feeling as her chest hitched in a excited gasp... loved how her lips opened wide to welcome his tongue inside... loved how her pierced nipples pressed hard and hot against his thin dress shirt... but most of all, he loved the feeling of possession. He finally had her. Juno was his. Utterly, Completely, and forever.

With a dominant growl, Roderick pushed Juno back onto his bed, his kiss fierce and hot, hers soft and yielding. Her delicate pale arms plucked at his dress shirt, wanting him to be naked in this moment of inimate submission. He obliged her, tearing off the rest of his clothes to reveal the full muscular glory of his ebony physique, then returning to their deep, hot kiss. Then, with one last peck, he flipped her over, slipping his hands beneath her hips to raise her butt.

He wanted to take her from behind... there was no better position for feeling dominant, powerful and in control, and right now, he wanted to savor Juno's total submission to him.

Juno saw what her Daddy wanted immediately, spreading her thighs and arching her back to present her juicy pussy, peeking through the scarlet lace of her crotchless panties. "Fuck me, Daddy," she panted, turning her face to give him a heated glance over her shoulder. "Take me. Own me. I'm your, Daddy, I'm all yours!"

Roderick surged forward, gripping the little white slut's wide hips and sliding deep into the silky heat of her tight teen pussy. She whimpered "Yes, Daddy!" as his thick back cock filled her completely, twisting the sheets in her fingers as her hips pushed back to meet his. The sound sent another thrill of possessive lust through Roderick. He loved to hear her weak, willing submission. It was a sound he planned to savor again and again in the years to come.

Roderick began moving his hips. He tried to set and slow and smooth pace, but Juno was having none of it. She wanted to feel claimed and dominated by her new black Daddy, and her plump butt slammed back into him with a swift, greedy rhythm almost immediately, her tight pussy squirming around his cock with desperate lust. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me," repeated Juno again and again, her voice muffled by the sheets beneath her and her little pierced tits bouncing with the frantic pace of her grinding movements.

Roderick gave in and indulged his babygirl, pinning her hard down into the silk sheets of his bed with quick, powerful thrusts of his cock. She let out a low shuddering moan as his spanked her thick white ass... once... twice... with big cracks of his strong black hand, leaving her fat cheeks a sweet rosy pink and making her pussy clench hard around his pumping cock.

"You're mine now," grunted Roderick, savoring the feel of a tight white pussy eagerly accepting his cock. "I'm never letting you go. You're going to be my slutty little secretary. My personal assistant. Handling my calls... furthering my schemes... serving my under the desk during important meetings..."

"Yes daddy!" whimpered Juno, her butt loudly slapping against her Daddy's hips as she frantically slammed it backward. "Let me serve you with my slutty snoebunny body! It's... it's all I'm good for! Please take care of my and let me serve you forever!"

Roderick leaned way down, hunching over her body and fucking his Snowbunny with short, tight, controlled strokes. "You're getting a new tattoo, babygirl," he said in smoldering, intense voice. "We're going to write 'Roderick's'. Right above where your spade is now." The idea was deliciously taboo, even for him. Although many Snowbunnies got ink, the names of masters was discouraged. Snowbunnies often changed owners over time, and it might displease their next master to have another man's name on his slut. But Roderick had no intention of letting Juno go now. She was his and his alone forever.

'Yes Daddy!" agreed Juno, her voice nearly sobbing with joy. "I'm so happy! Yes, make me yours! But Daddy..." She suddenly and unexpectedly pulled forward, off of his cock. Her voice took on a smoky, teasing note. "I haven't even told you the naughtiest thing I've done yet..."

Roderick stared down at the slutty little Minx as she flipped over, flushed and breathless and excited, spreading her legs wide and drawing them up to display her puffy, drooling kitty, pink and raw from the hard fucking it had already taken. The black spade on above her pussy gleamed dark and alluring... just another symbol of her devotion, along with her pierced nipples and loving eyes.

Juno looked up and him, panting with lust. "Getting this was pretty bad," she said coyly, tapping the spade on her belly, "But that's not even the naughtiest thing I did, Daddy... That's not the reason I'm your little devil tonight."

Roderick's curiosity was piqued. "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "How naughty can you get, baby girl?"

Juno's eyes were smokey and heated. She slipped her hand beneath the pillow behind her and pulled out a small wrapped present with a bow. "I think it's best if you see for yourself Daddy," she whispered. As Roderick reached down and picked up the present, Juno's hand slipped down to play with herself, staring up with her plump lower lip trapped between her teeth.

The bow was tight, and it took a moment for Roderick's large fingers to undo it. His fascination was unfaked. What could Juno have hidden in the box that would be such proof that she was a "naughty girl"?

When he finally got the small box open, he reached inside and pulled out a small foil packet of pills. Birth control pills. None of them had been taken.

"A good girl would have taken one of those every day last month," said Juno beneath him sweetly, with a wide grin on her face, her finger making deliciously wet sounds as they played over her pussy, "but I thought it might be a lot more fun not to."

Roderick stared at her for a second, for once made wide-eyed and speechless by one of his Snowbunnies. There had always been something special about Juno. She was differen. t Special.

But tonight she wanted to get bred like all the rest of her sisters.

Roderick tossed the pills aside and pounced, a new fire burning in his eyes. He grabbed Juno's hands from between her legs and pinned her arms up on either side of her head, Once again pressing her down into the mattress with his lips. Her body was soft and yielding beneath him. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her right then, white or black.

Tonight, she would take his seed. Become the mother of his child. That fact resonated inside Roderick, filling his chest with powerful, dominant, molten lust.

Juno moaned in satisfaction as her Daddy's cock slid inside her, up to the hilt. It always felt perfect when it stretched her little pink pussy wide, but tonight it was extra special. Now the purpose of their fuck session wasn't just to get her Daddy off... it was to give her body to him. It was to receive his seed. To let loose the naughty girl inside her and fufill what had been her destiny from the beginning: to be a breeding slut for the dominant race.

Once the thought of having a baby filled Juno with white-hot terror... But now, though it was still scary and humiliating and taboo to think about being knocked up, Juno was ready. She had made up her mind: her new Daddy didn't want a good girl. He wanted his babygirl to be as naughty as possible. So Juno would be that for him. She would embrace the ultimate taboo act and take his potent sperm deep in her fertile pussy. She would be knocked up just like her mother, but she would be kept and cherished by her owner... her master... her Daddy.

Roderick wasted no time now, thrusting deep in long, deep, silky-smooth thrusts, hitting every inch of Juno's pussy with his glorious cock. Her legs locked around him, her mind reeling with thoughts of motherhood. "Yes!" she cried, "Give we your cock, Daddy! I'm your naughty little girl! Make me yours! I want your cum! I want your baby!"

Roderick had conquered dozens of women at this point, and as sweet at that always felt, this one for some reason felt a thousand times sweeter. Juno's slim hips swiveled and humped up against him with every stroke, her little pussy clinging and milking desperately, responding to her deep desire to bear his children. Roderick breaths were harsh and hot in his throat and he pumped hard and deep into his favorite Snowbunny. Juno's pussy... made vulnerable to his potent sperm, fertile ready and desperate. She wanted to be his. Wanted to make a beautiful son or daughter with his superior genes. It spoke to the most primal parts of him. He already had five children with various favored Snowbunnies, but in this heated moment he made his decision. This child would be his favored heir. And Juno... she would be his right hand woman forever. Not his wife... no white woman was worthy of that, not even her. But his prized possession.

"Fuck me! Breed me please," whimpered Juno, her pussy fluttering and pulsing around her Daddy's thick cock. "I'm your naughty girl. I'll be whatever you want me to be! Please cum. Please..." Her soft lips kissed his chest as he powerfully fucked her, pinning her pale little bed down to the bed with his dark, muscular bulk. She was needy and weak and slutty, and utterly his, surrendered body, heart, and soul.

Roderick glanced over at the camera, filming all of this... So Juno wanted this video for friends and family... She wanted everyone to see her decision. To see the moment she became black-owned for good. Roderick suddenly remembered the very first time he had fucked Juno Evans, back when she was just a barely-conquered little fledgling Snowbunny. It gave him a wicked idea. If Juno wanted to show the people who were closest to her the moment she was bred by black cock... why not give them a good look?

In one swift, muscular motion, Roderick withdrew and scooped Juno up in his strong arms. She gasped in pleased shock before letting out a giggle realizing what Roderick intended. "Do it Daddy," she said breathlessly. "Show me off as you fuck a baby into me!"

And Roderick did, taking position right in front of the glassy eye of the camera and pulling Juno back into the first sex position they had ever used: a standing full nelson. A utterly dominant statement of his complete ownership, using her little pale body like a sex toy as his pumped her up and down his cock.

Juno rocked and squirmed back against him, both completely powerless in his arms and desperate to feel more of his cock. She was clearly on the edge of climax, and so was he. Her legs were spread wide, the camera capturing her slutty, moaning face, the dark spade tattoo, her flushed pink pussy swallowing Roderick's thick black cock again and again.

"Please..." whimpered Juno desperately, her voice ragged and needy, her mind melted beyond the ability to phrase more complex desires. "Please Daddy!"

Roderick grunted and thrust deep, feeling his balls contract and his cock pulse as it shot a thick, potent load deep into Juno's unprotected womb. Juno felt it too, overwhelmed by a deep, submissive orgasm as she was held helplessly in her Daddy's strong arm. They stayed like that for a long, pleasant moment as Roderick's cock pulsed again and again, socking the walls of Juno's young pussy in his hot, thick cum. The cold black eye of the camera captured the moment that Juno's fate was sealed. Thick white cum dripped messily out of her gaping pussy as Roderick withdrew.

Roderick set Juno gently on the bed, staring down at her approvingly as his potent cum slid down her thighs. She in turn stared up at him with starry-eyed adoration, tracing her finger across her taut, pale belly speculatively, her eyes alight with pride in her own naughtiness.

"Any thoughts on names?" she asked teasingly. In theory, there was no guarantee that one session had impregnated her, but they both knew that the deed was as good as done. If not today, then the next time they fucked. Or the next time. A whole new world had opened up before them, and it would begin with Juno bearing his child.

"Maximus," said Roderick firmly. Lying down next to his Snowbunny. "The heir to a new world. My heir."

Juno's eyes widened as she realized the full importance of his words and the honor he was giving her. She didn't comment on it, but her eyes grew misty as she said, "You seem certain it will be a boy..."

"This time," said Roderick with a chuckle, pulling her close. "Next time maybe we'll have a girl." As a rule he didn't do post-coital cuddles with Snowbunnies. It encouraged them to think the relationship with their master was closer than it really was.

But Juno had always been different. She was special.