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WARNING:

This story contains racism, raceplay, highly offensive racist language, sibling incest, and attempted rape. Do not read it if any of these things are likely to offend you.

CHAPTER ONE

Eva sat nervously on the long sofa, brushing her loose dark afro hair from her face, checking her makeup in her compact mirror, and rifling through her identity cards and paperwork. The flyer in her hand -- a miniature version of the large A1-sized poster on the wall of the waiting room -- read:

NIGGER CUNTS OF CHELSEA

purveyors of fine Undesirables for the discerning fucker

23c Kinks Road

London

No finer Undesirable than me! she smirked. But you don't have to be a "discerning fucker" to like my cunt, she thought. It's like any other cunt in the land: hot, juicy, tight -- just a different colour from the majority. But guys all over the world just like fucking what they don't get. Expel all the black people, and suddenly we become some sort of exotic specialty, and everybody wants to fuck us. Jesus, what a totally moronic society we live in...PNC фото

Apart from the poster, the walls of the waiting room were adorned with an assortment of very classy photographs of various beautiful black girls -- each named -- in a range of fucking positions. Alexis -- slender, with small breasts, dressed in nothing more than stockings and a garter belt -- was being fucked in the face by a thick white cock. Kira -- also skinny, with long braided hair -- bounced her pussy up and down on another big white cock. Aryana had long straight black hair and huge tits wrapped around yet another white cock. Lola was taking a copious facial: thick stripes of white cum squirting exuberantly from...

Jesus, all these dicks are white! sighed Eva. Aren't there any black cocks left in the country? Oh shit, yeah, no, of course not...

"Eva Daniels?" The speaker was a handsome black woman in her thirties, dressed in a navy blue suit.

"That's me! Lick my pussy," responded Eva as brightly and courteously as she knew how, feigning wide-eyed job-interview enthusiasm.

"M' pussy, Eva," the woman smiled, "I'm Kiki, manager of Nigger Cunts of Chelsea. Do come in and sit down."

Kiki's office was as one might expect of the owner of a small but highly prestigious Chelsea outlet in 2050, with a desk, an assortment of filing cabinets, and various certificates and other memorabilia displayed on the walls. But of course, this being a fucking establishment, at its centre was a large fuck-couch, on which Kiki gestured for her interviewee to sit, surrounded by an assortment of cabinets containing vibrators, dildos, buttplugs, ballgags, masks, chains, and a number of items which even Eva did not recognise.

"I'm most impressed by your CV, Eva. You achieved top marks in Fucking and Further Fucking. And I see that you have been offered a place at the Royal Academy of Fucking from September -- with a superb testimonial from Professor Cuntslicker, no less: most impressive, especially for an 'Undesirable'! So tell me, are you thinking of this purely as a summer job, to tide you over till you start your course?"

"Well, I can certainly work full-time through the summer, Kiki. But I would be interested in staying on part-time after that -- maybe a Saturday shift? And then, after achieving my National Diploma in Fucking, I could increase my hours here again." Eva smiled with satisfaction. Answered that one well, didn't I? she thought to herself.

"And tell me about your long-term ambitions, Eva," responded Kiki.

Eva did her best to balance sounding like a young ambitious professional with seeming a reliably solid worker. "Well, at first of course I'd be delighted to continue working here, if that option were open to me. But in the long run, I hope I will be able to get a job in the City. My ambition is to work as an Office Whore in one of the better financial institutions, then perhaps to work up to Personal Fucking Assistant for a CEO. I hear the conditions are very good..."

"Admirable, quite admirable, Eva," Kiki laughed. "You have grand ambitions -- though you are aware, I am sure, of how difficult it is for 'Undesirables' like us to advance anywhere at all these days..."

Eva wasn't sure whether Kiki's last sentence was meant to be a lapidary put-down or a question, but she was determined not to be deflated. She's testing me, she thought, to see if I've really got the balls. Besides, what's it matter to her? She knows I might be out of here by September...

Kiki seemed to read Eva's mind. "Forgive me for prying, Eva, but can you tell me a bit more about yourself. Are your parents still in the country?"

Eva frowned. "No, they were expelled ages ago, when I was a baby. I hardly know them. I was brought up by my elder brother Rob, who still lives here: he works as a civil engineer. But my parents GMed my tits and throat in vitro -- to give me the best start in life under the Enlightenment: they thought that if I was to make my way in a white-dominated fucking society I would need all the advantages I could get."

"Very wise," replied Kiki. "Show me those tits, then, Eva."

Eva removed her halter top, to display her breasts: large, round and luscious, both nipples pierced with shiny plain silver barbells. Kiki nodded appreciatively and sat next to Eva on the couch, cupping her hands around the girl's breasts to better appreciate their texture and weight. "Oh, these are beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Your parents did well."

"Do you want to see my pussy too?"

"Yes please," replied Kiki -- though even before Eva had finished removing her skirt Kiki was leaning forward to gently flick the tips of Eva's nipples with her tongue. Eva gasped, as she felt the first flickers of pleasure pass from her nipples through her body. "Ooh, sensitive, are they?" added Kiki, softly slobbering at them, feeling the areolas begin to swell between her full lips.

"Oh yes!" Eva trembled. "See, my parents made a point of giving me hyper-sensitive tits, which I think was very thoughtful of th-- oh fuck oh fuck," she swore, as a pleasurable shiver ran from her nipples through her whole body down to her cunt.

Kiki kept licking, now opening her mouth wider so as to gently cup her lips over the domes of Eva's huge breasts, still flicking the pierced nipples with her tongue. "So, are you planning on staying in the country, then?" she spoke into Eva's soft dark flesh as she changed sides. "All the discrimination, the exploitation -- not getting you down?"

Eva was not sure quite why Kiki was asking her such personal questions while simultaneously making it so difficult for her to answer with any coherence. She was already moaning and squealing at the darts of pleasure shooting through her body, and was rapidly losing her carefully-honed interview voice. "Being an Undesirable is shit," Eva muttered in between pants of pleasure. "Being called 'nigger' all the time, being spat at, shouted at, paid less, refused service, locked up -- it's all fucking shit. But I'm gonna fucking beat the system, Kiki. I'm gonna beat the whites at their game. I'm gonna suck cock and eat cunt better than the rest of them put together. I'm gonna make my parents proud of me: I'm gonna use my tits and throat and cunt to change this so-called 'Enlightened' society, make things better, so people like me don't have to bow and scrape and lick ass in order to fucking survive -- oh shit motherfucking Jesus yeah suck those tits!" Eva had lost control -- and Kiki clamped her mouth around Eva's right tit, licking wildly whilst her left hand stroked the other, rubbing saliva into the nipple and tweaking her piercing. Eva was squealing in ecstasy, as her hand found her clit and began to rub it frantically. "You're gonna fucking make me come, Kiki," she continued to mutter under her breath, "You're a fucking 'nigger' like me, but you've got all the white dicks in Chelsea salivating at you and your black whores, you got them eating out of your cunt: that's gonna be me, Kiki, I'm gonna -- oh fuck, oh fuck yeah, FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Eva screamed as she came hard, her hand rubbing her clit violently as she crumpled onto the floor.

Kiki looked down and smirked. "That's the spirit, Eva. You're the kind of girl I like. Together, we're going to kick white ass until it's grovelling at our fucking feet. Now, up you get, and show me your documents."

It took a couple of minutes for Eva to regain her composure, lick the cunt-slime off her fingers, and hand Kiki her documents: proof of address, bank details, college reports, exam certificates, Residence Permit, Sterilisation Certificate, Racial Identity Certificate ("pure-blood Undesirable, no redeeming genetic features"), and...

"PNC?" prompted Kiki.

"Oh yes," responded Eva, handing it over. It read:

This is to certify that

Eva Daniels

(d. o. b. 1st July 2032)

has received the following in vitro genetic modifications:

1. fuckable throat (non-gag)

2. huge tits (firm texture, hyper-sensitive)

and is the offspring of Undesirable parents

expelled from the European Union on 16th January 2033

and is therefore deemed to be a

PERMITTED NIGGER CUNT

for the purposes of residency,

on condition of her, upon reaching majority,

leading a verifiably filthy lifestyle,

as annually certified below.

(signed) Minister for Undesirable Affairs for England and Wales

"That all looks in order, Eva," said Kiki, as she ran all Eva's papers through her photocopier, returning her the originals, and sat behind her desk. "I am very impressed by your college reports. They speak glowingly of your deepthroat skills, so I don't think I need to test those out now. And your tits are clearly functioning perfectly. Now, the only thing I need to satisfy myself of is that you have the right disposition to give our clients what they want from a 'nigger cunt'...

"Apart from fucking them?" asked Eva. "What else is there?"

"Well, nothing as such, actually, Eva -- but let me ask you: why do you think our white male customers are prepared to pay such a premium, and sometimes to travel many miles, to fuck black pussy, when white cunt is perfectly good for the job?"

Eva shrugged. "Never really thought about it very deeply, Kiki. Just got on with it."

"In all your years in school, did anyone ever teach you about the history of black people in the white man's world?"

"What, you mean conquest and colonisation and slavery and all that shit?"

"Exactly -- but more than that, Eva: all that colonial shit happened precisely because of white man's inferiority complex. White men with small dicks have to prove their own superiority by enslaving black men with big dicks, and stealing their women to try to convince themselves that their dicks aren't as pathetic as all that. And when said black men have served their purpose, they get expelled -- like your father did -- unless they can be converted back into the slaves they always used to be. Your brother is still allowed to stay in this country not because anyone cares about the bridges or roads he builds -- white people can do that -- but because white women like being fucked by his big black cock. And you are allowed to stay so that you can be the submissive nigger fuck-slave white men want you to be. So, are you prepared, in this establishment, to play the role of the submissive fuck-slave, to be spoken to, and treated, like 'nigger shit'?"

Eva sighed, and shrugged again. "Kiki, I've been treated like shit all my life. It's a game. What else is new?"

"OK then, Eva, let's see what you're made of. I've got a customer due any moment -- Kiki checked her watch -- a first-timer from out in Fuckinghamshire somewhere: he seemed a bit nervous on the phone, maybe embarrassed that he was travelling all this way just to fuck black pussy for the first time in his life. But he said he wants a 'nigger who knows her place'. I told him he could have his first trick half-price, since you're new to this establishment. Happy for this to be your trial shift?"

"Jesus, uh... OK." Eva paused, unsure. On the one hand she didn't like the way Kiki was describing the job. But on the other, she thought back over her eighteen years of living as a black girl in white society. She had already learnt, whether she was willing to admit it or not, her place in this world. Her parents had abandoned her and her brother to the wiles of the Enlightenment, in the vain hope that, by using the last of their meagre savings to sterilise her and GM her throat and tits, they could give her a leg-up in the brave new fuck-obsessed world they were fleeing. This was her destiny now: to fuck, to be fucked, and to be fucked over; to be despised and worshipped; to be the exotic, desired Undesirable. And so, "Bring it on!" she affirmed.

The doorbell rang in the entrance lobby. "Ah, talk of the devil," chuckled Kiki, as she moved to the door of her office. "That must be 'Colonel Smith'."

'Colonel Smith' was a slender man in his mid-thirties with crew-cut sandy brown hair, dressed in khaki drill shorts and tunic, and a service dress cap. "Welcome, Colonel Smith, Sir," said Kiki, in an improbably obsequious tone. "I'm Kiki -- and this is your cunt for the evening, Eva."

Colonel Smith eyed Eva up and down carefully, a half-sneer just detectable on his face. Eva knew not to look too seductive or sexy, but instead to adopt the same semi-stooped posture Kiki was now demonstrating, to indicate submission. She bowed her eyes to the floor as she turned slowly, allowing the man to examine her from all angles. Once she had completed two complete 360-degree turns, the customer nodded with provisional satisfaction. "Half-price, yes?" he demanded.

"That's right, Sir -- just five thousand," affirmed Kiki, "as she's on trial this evening."

Colonel Smith nodded. "Payable in advance," added Kiki, for avoidance of doubt.

The colonel extracted ten crisp banknotes from his wallet, and handed them to Kiki. "Thank you, Sir. I'll watch from the corner as we agreed."

"Does it do anal?" asked Colonel Smith.

Kiki looked at Eva for confirmation. Eva shook her head vigorously. "Very sorry, no," Kiki responded to the customer, "but she has a GM throat, so you can fuck her face as hard and deep as you like. And she has hyper-sensitive nipples, so you can make her come by..."

"Don't care about making it come," interrupted Colonel Smith coldly. "I'm not paying for its pleasure, but mine. Does it talk filthy?"

Eva answered: "Very filthy, Sir. And submissive. I like being humiliated, and called dirty things, like..."

"I didn't fucking ask you, bitch!" interrupted Colonel Smith. "I asked your boss here. Besides, it's not my job to call you anything: you're the one who's going to do the shit-talking, understand?"

"Yes, Sir, Colonel Smith, Sir." Eva bowed her eyes again.

"OK, she'll do," said Colonel Smith to Kiki, who nodded and withdrew to the corner of the office, where she sat on a chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

Eva stood in a half-stoop, watching her customer continue to eye her up, unsure whether to make the first move or not. She knew that white men liked their own girls to be sexy and seductive, to demonstrate that they were as horny and fuck-obsessed as their menfolk, to show (or, if necessary, to pretend) that they gained as much pleasure from being fucked as their men did from fucking them. But, Eva had found, with black girls it was different. Be too forward, or display too much initiative, and the white man would often take it amiss: he wanted submission and stupidity from his black cunt, not initiative. And so Eva stood, awaiting orders.

But Colonel Smith didn't seem in a hurry to issue any orders. Instead, he walked slowly around Eva in a sort of decaying orbit, gradually moving closer as he did so, eyeing her up intently, almost suspiciously. As he approached, Eva saw that he was trembling. Whether this was nerves, or excitement, or fear, she didn't know -- but she suppressed any inclination to sympathy. She stole a quick glance at Kiki, who appeared pleased, her eyes wide and twinkling with a madam's satisfaction, subtly nodding her encouragement, but not making any indication of what she should do.

Colonel Smith was now standing in front of Eva. His jaw was still trembling. Perhaps with fear of the unknown, thought Eva. After all, he's probably never seen a black girl up close before. He's probably fantasised about fucking black pussy all his life -- and now he's got his chance, but he doesn't know if I'm safe or dangerous, clever or stupid, doesn't know whether to treat me like a human being or an animal. Poor pathetic white dipshit dickhead...

Colonel Smith grabbed her. One hand grabbed her right tit and squeezed it hard. "Oh..." Eva moaned, partly out of surprise, partly out of the natural pleasure the contact imparted to her breast. The man looked pleased and slapped the same breast hard. "Fuck yeah..." moaned Eva. Colonel Smith smiled with satisfaction: the nigger had feelings, and the nigger liked it.

The man reached down with his left hand to cup Eva's crotch. He found her cunt easily, wet as it still was from the titgasm Kiki had just given her. He curled two fingers upwards and in. "Oh yes, oh fuck..." moaned Eva.

"You like that, bitch?" whispered Colonel Smith into Eva's face. His breath was hot.

"Oh yes, Sir, Colonel Smith, Sir," answered Eva. "I like your fingers in my cunt."

"What kind of cunt is it, bitch?" replied the man, "Talk to me!" he commanded, slapping her across the cheek with his right hand, as two fingers of his left hand continued to frig in and out of her fuck-hole.

"Ah!" Eva flinched. "I've got a hot wet cunt, Colonel Smith. A hot, wet, horny fucking cunt."

Colonel Smith was not satisfied. "What kind of hot wet horny fucking cunt, bitch?" he pressed, slapping her face again, as his two fingers became three and Eva felt her gash stretching wider. "I told you, you're the one who's going to do the shit-talking, bitch!"

In an instant, Eva understood, and she knew what to say. "I've got a hot, wet, filthy nigger cunt, Colonel Smith. A nigger cunt that wants a strong white man to fuck it hard and make it obey, make it submit, make it come!"

Colonel Smith roared with pleasure. "That's it, bitch! Now you're talking." He jammed four fingers hard up her fuck-tunnel, making her gasp with pleasure. I've judged his kinks right, she grinned with satisfaction. I've got the white dipshit dickhead in my grasp now. He wants the black bitch to humiliate herself with her fuck-talk, and the black bitch is gonna do just that -- because that's how the black bitch gains control of the white dickhead and the society he thinks he owns! Eva gave another quick glance at the corner -- where Kiki was grinning and nodding with evident satisfaction, gesturing to Eva to keep talking.

"You like my nigger cunt, Colonel Smith? You like my juicy fucking nigger cunt? Why don't you eat it, Colonel Smith? Why don't you taste how sweet nigger juice is?" She sat back onto the fuck-couch, spreading her legs so her client could gaze into the gloopy pink depths of her twat.

Colonel Smith growled incoherently as he knelt, salivating but still trembling, before Eva's crotch. I bet he's never seen a real live black cunt before, Eva thought, grinning. He's used to pink pussies, with pale pinko-grey skin and freckles, and dirty blond pubic hair. Now he's face-to-face with black cunt-lips looking all leathery and treacherous: will he dare to put his tongue in where I'm pink? "You like my nigger cunt, Colonel Smith?" Eva squealed. "My cunt wants to be eaten by a powerful white man. Will you show me how a white man like you can own my filthy nigger cunt? Go on, Colonel Smith, fucking eat my nigger slime!"

 

Colonel Smith buried his face between Eva's legs. He's not very good at eating pussy, she thought to herself, as the man slobbered and slurped, clearly overcome with the excitement of his first taste of black pussy. But she did not say so, instead screeching, "Oh yeah, Colonel fucking Smith! Eat that filthy fucking nigger gash, fuck it with your tongue, bite that fucking nigger clit, feel my fucking nigger juice all over your white man face -- is that good, Colonel Smith?"

From the depths of Eva's cunt, the man roared and slobbered with satisfaction and pleasure. "Why don't you fuck that cunt then, Colonel Smith?" suggested Eva. "I wanna be fucked by your big white dick. I want your huge white cock in my nigger slit, want to you fill my hot black cunt with your shaft, Colonel Smith!"

The man roared again, fumbling to drop his shorts to the floor and release his cock. Eva had to concentrate hard not to laugh at the sight: it was stiff, to be sure, but small and slightly lop-sided, the pink glans half concealed by a rather long foreskin which looked two sizes too large for the member. But she did not have to improvise too long before the white man pushed her back on the couch, held her legs high and wide, and plunged his small cock, protruding from his fly, balls-deep into her with one thrust. "Motherfuck! Fuck that cunt!" she screamed. "Fuck my pathetic filthy nigger cunt with that big white cock, Colonel Smith. My cunt's yours now, Colonel Smith: you fucking own it, Colonel Smith! Go on, show me how hard you can fuck this filthy dumb nigger whore!"

Colonel Smith roared yet more, as his cock flew in and out of Eva's wet gaping gash. "Oh yeah, Colonel Smith, pound my fucking nigger cunt with that big white cock of yours. Take it, own it, destroy it, Colonel Smith: it fucking belongs to you now!"

Soon Colonel Smith was, by all appearances, building up to his orgasm: his breath was ragged, sweat poured from his brow, and Eva felt his balls tighten and his cock stiffen further inside her. "You wanna come, Colonel Smith? You wanna fill my cunt with your white man cum, Colonel Smith? You wanna breed this nigger bitch, Colonel Smith? You wanna..."

But Colonel Smith appeared to have other ideas in mind. Swiftly he withdrew his cock, grabbed Eva's legs, and swivelled her body around 180 degrees so her head was dangling off the edge of the couch just in front of his cock. "Oh yeah, you gonna fuck my nigger skull, Colonel Smith?" screeched Eva, as she realised what her client was after. "You gonna ram that big white cock deep in my nigger throat, make me fucking puke my guts up all over your big white cock?" She knew, of course, that she was not going to do anything of the sort, but she also knew that white men liked the idea of being powerful enough to make such things happen -- and so, apparently, did Colonel Smith, roaring even louder than ever as he plunged his cock as deep as he could into her upside-down throat.

This is a walk in the park, thought Eva, as Colonel Smith's rather small cock began fucking vigorously in and out of her face. But she knew that the white man would want to see and hear things affirming his power over her, and her struggle to survive his onslaught. And so she dribbled saliva from her mouth, letting it run down her cheeks into her dark frizzy hair; blew snot from her nostrils, which dripped into her eyes, blinding her; she quacked and gurgled and gagged and retched, to show the white man that she was his possession, at his mercy, and at his pleasure.

The man's cock was twitching and bucking now. Eva gripped his shaft hard with her lips, her eyes bulging as he emptied his load into her mouth, roaring his incoherent satisfaction and triumph to the world. Actually, this is a fucking big load, for such a small dick, she thought to herself. He's been saving himself up for this, poor pathetic dickhead... She gargled his cum noisily and messily, letting it spatter out of her mouth and down onto her nose, cheeks, eyes and hair. Deliberately, she snorted some of it up into her sinuses, then sneezed the cum-and-snot mélange out of her nostrils so it splattered against her chin and back down her face. "Oh, Colonel Smith," she moaned, "you have ruined your filthy nigga slave. You have taught her who is da baas. She will now always worship your big white dick, because she knows she is a dumb worthless kaffir nignog golliwog coon cunt whore..."

Colonel Smith shook the last drops of cum from his cock, then wiped the glans on Eva's loose afro hair, before pulling up his khaki shorts and manoeuvring his cock back in, while chuckling to himself with the air of an evidently satisfied customer. "Does it receive gratuities?" he asked Kiki.

"Certainly, Sir, if you like," she smiled.

Colonel Smith retrieved his wallet again from the pocket of his shorts, extracted another 500 euro note, and smirked as he poked it into Eva's upside-down cum-smeared mouth. "Fank you, Fir," mumbled Eva. "Nigger cunt is gwateful for white man'f generofity..."

As Colonel Smith shut the door behind him, Kiki began to applaud. "Well done, Eva -- that was wonderful! You're hired!"

Obscured and unseen beneath her facial covering of cum, spit and snot, Eva smirked with self-congratulatory satisfaction.

CHAPTER TWO

"M' cock! I'm back!" Rob called out, as he shut the front door to his maisonette near Fuckney Bridge Station.

"Hey bro," called Eva. "Wash your hands. Heritage mashup for supper: mielie pap and ackee, bobotie and callaloo, locri and boerewors. Just don't expect cultural coherence, and it'll be delicious."

"Oh! A bit of everything, then. To what do I owe the honour?" grinned Rob as he entered the kitchen.

"Well, two things, I guess," smiled Eva as she kissed her brother on the lips. "One: I'm glad to see you, after you being away so long. Two: I feel like a real fucking nigger today!" She punched the air in mock triumph.

Rob laughed generously. "Well, one: I'm glad to see you too. But two: wha-a-at?"

"I got a job!" smiled Eva.

"Oh? Where? For how long?"

"Well, probably just for the summer, really -- though if it goes well I might keep it on part-time come September. Anyway, I'm a 'fine Undesirable for the discerning fucker' -- in other words, nigger cunt." Rob raised one eyebrow suspiciously, but Eva held up her hand to stop him interrupting. "Now, don't get all worried: it's a top-class outlet on the Kinks Road. The owner is really nice, and she really liked my trial shift: I said all the right things to satisfy the white trick, you know, 'Fuck this filthy nigger cunt with that "big"' -- read fucking tiny -- 'white dick' and so on. So, I'm full time, five days a week till mid-September, then we'll see!"

Rob kissed his sister proudly on the forehead. "Well, well done, sis! Do you want me to tell Mum and Dad?"

"Oh shit, no... no, really. I mean, I know they say they want me to fit into this 'Enlightened' society, but I can see how much it makes them suffer them when they hear what that actually means. I mean, when I told them I was accepted at the RAF, that was really hard for them to take. And Jesus, even you don't dare tell them you like having your dick sucked by your kid sister -- do you?"

Rob was about to object -- but Eva's last comment silenced him. "Let's eat," he said.

They held hands as Rob said grace, before tucking into their feast. "How long are you back this time?" asked Eva.

"Mmm... probably about a week. I've got a new project starting in Cunthorpe in ten days' time. Then I'll be away till mid-September or so."

Eva looked despondent. "Oh fuck, Robbie. You're always away for so long these days. I get so fucking lonely without you..." But there was a brief glimmer of hope in her face, as she added, "Will you be back before I start at the RAF?"

"Well, it sounds like you're going to be busy, whatever. When does your course start?"

"19th September. It's a Monday. Will you at least get back the weekend before? I know I'll be so nervous."

"I'll try, really, I will. But you've got nothing to be nervous about. They'll love you!"

"Ooh ooh: such language in your kid sis' presence, Robbie!" Eva waggled her finger. "Leading me astray with all your 'L-words'. The correct phrase is 'You'll pleasure them,' remember?"

Rob laughed -- one of those long hearty laughs which gradually degrades into sadness as the true grimness of the matter sets in. Eva sensed it too. "Shit," she groaned, "we can't even laugh at ourselves anymore..."

Rob took his sister's hand tenderly. "Oh, Eva, I know it's hard. I find it hard too. But I've just had a few more years than you to get used to it."

"And are you saying I'll get used to it? Maybe I don't fucking want to get used to it!" Eva frowned, and she thumped the table in frustration. "Behind closed doors we say we love each other; open the doors, and love is banned. Behind closed doors we curse the white man; open the doors, and we're all happy to be his 'nigger' slaves. Behind closed doors we praise God for His 'bounteous love'; open them and we're fucking around like every other 'Enlightened' citizen of this land. To Mom and Dad we feign gratitude for all they've done for us: leaving us money, and a home -- even, dammit, my big fake tits and fuckable throat; while all the time we curse this open prison -- and I curse them for leaving us here! I mean, what the fuck did they think they were doing?!"

Rob's arm was around his sister now. "Oh, Evie, oh stop, please. I know what you're feeling. And I agree, it's not ideal..."

"Not ideal, Rob? It's fucking shit! And we're totally fucked up by it."

"OK, yes, it's fucking shit; and yes... yeah. But don't curse Mom and Dad for it. They didn't know what this country was going to turn out like. No one knew. They just made the best decision they could at the time. And they meant well -- even for us..."

Eva lapsed into silence, before they both resumed their meal. Then, softly, she said: "Just don't leave me, Rob. You are the only person I can be myself with. You are the only person I trust. You're the only person who understands what I feel like."

Rob nodded. "Same here, sis. Like you, I do my work, I do my best to fit in. But I know I'm different. Not just the way I look, but the way I think. Like you say, you are probably the only person I know well enough to talk with about how that feels. But remember, it was you who wanted to do the course at the RAF. In a year's time, we can think again. It won't be easy for us if we follow Mum and Dad to the Outside World. And if we do, we'll never come back again. But the option is open..."

Eva nodded, slowly. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry: I just get worked up. I shouldn't take it out on you like that."

"Of course you can take it out on me, Evie," Rob smiled. "That's what family is for. Besides..." Rob looked a bit sheepish.

"What?"

"Well..."

Eva giggled. "You big fuck-perv, I know what you're wanting."

"Yeah, what would Mum and Dad say?"

Eva leant over and touched her brother's lips with her finger. "Well, we're not going to tell them, are we?" She slid off her chair and knelt on the floor.

This is a beautiful cock, thought Eva to herself, as she wrestled it free from Rob's trousers. It was jet-black, stiff as a rod, some eight inches tall, and bounced eagerly in her hand as a small pearl of pre-cum emerged glistening at its tip. She gently stroked it, massaging pre-cum and her own saliva into the pulsating twitching purple-brown dickhead. Rob was silent, apart from a soft gasp of pleasure. And Eva said nothing. She didn't need to: they both understood each other too well for that...

"And on the bed

There was a whore,

The prettiest whore

That you ever did see."

her friends had chanted, as they stood naked and giggling, playing their circle game on the grass in the park, and blond big-titted Darcie prowled around the inside of the ring, considering which girl to pick next.

"Please pick me!" pleaded Eva, "I wanna be the prettiest whore?"

"You can't be the prettiest whore, Evie," responded Darcie. "You're a nigger!" she added, as if explaining something blindingly obvious to someone rather stupid.

"Why can't a nigger be the prettiest whore?" pouted Eva.

"'Coz niggers are fuckin' ugly!" cackled the blonde. And everyone laughed -- perhaps not with deliberate cruelty, but it made Eva's eyes sting nevertheless...

Eva's soft lips closed over her brother's dark glans. Behind her eyes there were tears, fighting to get out. But they don't matter now, she attempted to reassure herself...

"And the whore on the bed,

And the big dicks jerked all around, all around,

And the big dicks jerked all around."

they had sung, as the boys stroked their cocks, ogling the girls' bodies, wondering who Darcie would pick next to be fucked.

"No one wants to fuck nigger cunt anyway," Darcie explained helpfully later, on their way back to class. "I mean, look at yours, with those big black cunt-lips. Looks like fucking shoe-leather!" And everyone around laughed good-naturedly...

Eva began to choke up, tears flowing down her cheeks, and thence down Rob's thick shaft onto his balls. She tried to pretend it wasn't happening, sucking his cock deep into her throat so that he wouldn't be able to tell tears from spit, and everything would be warm and wet for him...

"Who are you fucking calling ugly?!" she had screeched, as she launched herself at Darcie. Her fingernails scratched, her fists pummelled, her teeth sank into the blond girl's soft tit-flesh. Around them, everyone was screaming. A couple of the boys attempted to pull the two girls apart -- but Eva was too strong for them, kicking them hard in the balls as she continued to attack her blond nemesis.

"MISS EVA DANIELS!" interrupted the stentorian voice of Mr Edwards, Head of English, as Eva found herself grabbed by her naked neck and hauled away, still kicking and screaming...

Rob's cockhead was lodged deep inside her now, so that the walls of her throat could squeeze him: tighter, looser, tighter again, pleasuring him as only she knew how. Yet he sensed her sadness, looked down and tenderly stroked her wild black mane. Her eyes still glistening, she pulled slowly off, letting a long rope of throat-slime dangle from her mouth, before rescuing it and rubbing it into his spit-slimy cock with one hand. Now she teased his frenulum with quick gentle flicks of her tongue, circled her tongue gently around his cockhead, then sucked his balls into her mouth one by one, popped them out, and to proceeded lick his perineum while his huge hard cock bobbed gently above her head...

"They say I'm ugly, 'coz I'm a nigger! Robbie, am I ugly?" Her voice had been full of pain and rage.

Rob held her tight, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No, Evie. You're beautiful. The most beautiful girl I know."

"Really, Robbie?" she sniffed, pressing her body tight against his.

"Oh yes. So beautiful, if you weren't my sister..."

"What, Robbie? If I wasn't your sister, then what?"

Rob attempted to brush the question away. "Never mind that, Evie. I love you, Evie, and I will always be here to protect you. Let them say what they like..."

"Show me how much you love me, Robbie," she had said.

"Of course I love you, Evie. You're my sister."

"No, not like that, Robbie. I want to be the prettiest whore, Robbie -- like all those white sluts. Make me your prettiest whore, Robbie. Please... Robbie..."

"Fuck me, Robbie." She stood up, releasing his cock from her full lips with a damp "pop", before lifting her skirt and sitting on his lap, effortlessly sliding her tight cunt onto his big slimy cock. "Oh yes, fuck me, Robbie. Make me feel safe again. Make me feel worthwhile. Make me feel pretty." Tears were still dripping down her cheeks, even as she ground her clit against the base of his cock, feeling the tingling grow, the wetness spread, the exquisite shivers spread through her body. "Suck my tits, Robbie," she commanded, raising her top, and stretching her body upwards so that her swollen cunt-lips smooched against his cockhead and his tongue could flick her barbell-pierced nipples.

Rob did as he was bid. I love you, Evie, thought Rob in the silence of his heart. It shouldn't be like this, though. But there are so many things that shouldn't be. And so, if this staunches your pain, your rage, your humiliation, then let it be so for the present. He felt his sister's hot cunt playing games with his cock, first plunging deep down so that her wet fuck-lips flared against his balls, then squeezing him tight as she slowly lifted off, then repeating the exercise as if she were milking him, over and over willing his cum to make its happy journey up into her hot fuck-tunnel...

Two months later, she had been sat at her desk in her cell in the Centre for Undesirable Recalcitrants, copying lines, when she heard her door being unlocked from outside and yanked open. "Daniels!" barked Head Enforcer Barbara Bulley as she strode in. Eva stood promptly to attention. "Daniels, you have a visitor."

Eva was briefly confused. It couldn't possibly be Rob, she thought. He had already had his one permitted visit this week: even when working away, he always made a point of coming down to London each weekend to see his sister.

Ms Bulley stepped aside, as a tall white woman with long dark hair strode through the door. She was wearing a black leather basque which pushed her tits upwards so that her areolas were half-visible over the top. "Eva Daniels?" The woman smiled cautiously but kindly, and Eva nodded.

"I think I'll be fine on my own, Barbara, thank you," said the woman to Ms Bulley, dismissing her firmly.

"Eva," continued the woman as the door shut behind Ms Bulley, "I am Professor Cuntslicker, from the Royal Academy of Fucking."

Eva said nothing, but looked suspiciously at the woman. She was handsome and sexy, and exuded a sympathetic confidence which Eva had rarely felt before from anyone but her brother.

"I've been told you are an excellent fucker," added Professor Cuntslicker.

"Uh... yeah? But who gives a fuck?"

"Well, your teachers from school, actually," smiled the Professor.

"Bullshit. They expelled me. And had me locked up here."

"Yes, you are here because you attacked one of your fellow students. But Mrs Flowers -- do you remember her?" Eva nodded. "She wrote to me saying that she felt you had great potential as a fucker. She recommended that we consider you for admission to the RAF under our bursary scheme for the Disadvantaged and Undesirable."

Eva scoffed. "So I'm a fucking charity case, am I?"

Professor Cuntslicker looked asquint. "If you like. But may I go on?"

"Look, Professor Cuntfucker, or whatever your name is -- I'm what this world calls a 'nigger'. I was kicked out of the last place because I fought back against some stupid blond cunt who called me ugly. I don't want any fucking charity. All I want is to be treated fairly. If you want me in your Academy because I'm a damn good fucker, then fine. But not because you've got some do-gooder's idea of being nice to Undesirables..."

Eva was curving, writhing, lunging as she sat on her brother's cock. As her body curled upward and her cunt squeezed his cock outward, he flicked her nipple-piercings with his long tongue, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her warm lips. As she slid back down, feeling his thick shaft fill her deeper and deeper, their lips met and they kissed passionately, tongues tangling and fucking in and out of each other's mouths. "You're the only person who knows how to fuck me, Robbie," she breathed into his face. "The white guys treat me like a slave, the white girls a freak. You're the only person who thinks I'm beautiful..."

 

"Show me what you're writing, Eva," said Professor Cuntslicker.

"Just lines," she replied, covering up her papers with undue haste.

"Show me," insisted the Professor.

Eva sighed, as she handed them over. The first sheet read:

I will not attack white people ever again.

I will not attack white people ever again.

I will not attack white people ever again.

and so on, over and over, filling the whole page and its obverse. The second read:

I am a worthless nigger.

I am a worthless nigger.

I am a worthless nigger.

and so on. The third read:

I know my place, and am grateful to be allowed to live an Enlightened country.

I know my p...

The Professor grimaced. "Eva." She spoke firmly. "I am not looking for charity cases. I am looking for young people who will be great fuckers -- the fuckers of the future, who want nothing more than to use their cocks and cunts to give pleasure to everyone around them. As far as I am concerned, men and women up and down this land should not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character. Your teachers tell me you have that character. That is why I am here. We have a brand-new National Diploma in Fucking course starting in September. I want you to audition. I promise you: I take no charity cases -- but I don't give a fuck what colour anyone is. If you are interested, then we tear up these bullshit pages of lines right now, and you come with me and show me what kind of fucker you are. If you're good enough, then you will be awarded a full scholarship. If you are no good -- or if you refuse to try it -- then you stay here and keep writing this horseshit over and over until these bastards have ground you down into the subservient black fuck-slave they want you to be. It's your choice, Eva..."

Eva's body was writhing and pulsating with pleasure, her cunt was tingling, her tits felt like fireworks against Rob's flicking slobbering tongue. "Oh fuck," she whimpered, "fuck me harder, Robbie, make me come like your prettiest whore, your pretty sister whore who loves you and needs you and cannot live without you. Oh Godddd..."

It was a quiet orgasm; not noisy and filthy like the orgasms white men paid her for. She didn't need to thrash and screech and show Rob how powerful he was. She knew him, and he knew her, and he knew what it was she really was searching for, what it was she really lacked. He also knew that what he could give her was truly not that thing, but that it would do for now. And as he came inside her, felt his cock fill her with his lifeless seed, felt her sterile cunt spasm with unsated need, felt their respective sufferings mutually embrace, he wiped her tears from her cheeks and held her tight.

She smiled, reassured and calmed. "Sorry, Robbie. I'm so fucked up, aren't I?"

"You and me both, sis. Peas in a pod."

She chuckled. "So... malva pudding or bulla cake?"

CHAPTER THREE

Three months later...

"M' cock! I'm back!" Rob called out, as he shut the front door to his maisonette near Fuckney Bridge Station.

"Hey bro," responded Eva. "Wash your hands. English shit for supper: toad-in-the-hole, boiled cabbage, onion gravy -- even sticky toffee pudding for afters. Bland as fuck: make you feel right at home," she smirked.

"It certainly will!" grinned Rob as he entered the kitchen. "Remember, I've been in Cunthorpe all summer! They don't eat 'fancy nigger shit' up there."

"Well, I had my last shift as a full-time 'nigger whore' today," smiled Eva as she kissed her brother on the lips. "Kiki's letting me have a couple of weeks off to settle into my course: she says she's happy for me to get back to her once I know my schedule, in case I want to go back to do some part-time fucking for her."

"Oh, on the subject of your course -- you'll never guess who I fucked on the train down!"

"Uh... The Prime Minister?" Eva teased. "The Queen? The Pope?"

Rob rolled his eyes. "No no, I mean... I met someone who's going to be at the RAF at the same time as you, starting tomorrow!"

"What, not the Cuntslicker woman?"

"No, a student: a girl called Alison Bates. You might have seen her on TV, she won that assfucking competition, remember -- what was it called?"

"Oh yeah, I remember: cute tits, big gape, brown hair, but otherwise a bit insipid -- that one?"

Rob laughed. "Oh, you are so rude, Evie! No, there was nothing insipid about her: she was funny, and charming, and sexy -- and can fuck-talk like nothing on earth. Oh, and her asshole -- totally amazing! I mean, she did this thing where --"

"Did you fuck it?" interrupted Eva.

"Uh... well, yeah, of course... Wouldn't you?"

Eva sniffed. "Hmph... assholes are overrated. Full of shit, basically."

"Not this one!" Rob remonstrated. "GM: totally clean, always lubed -- and with complete gape control. Alison did this show for me, see, she --"

"Dinner!" Eva interrupted, rather more forcefully than was strictly necessary. But Rob got the message. And so they held hands and bowed their heads as Rob said grace.

"Let me tell you about Alison's asshole," Rob suggested, as he tucked into his first sausage.

"No. Let me tell you about my day," countered Eva firmly.

"Oh yeah, OK..."

"Well... they held a little farewell do for me at work. Kiki closed early, kicked out all the white dicks, ordered in some pizza, and all of us black girls had a nice friendly cunt-fest to finish off. Pizza and pussy -- what more could a bunch of Undesirable sluts want?" Rob laughed, as Eva continued: "Anyway, Lola likes daisy-chains, so we started off with that. I was licking Aryana's cunt while Kira was giving me head. She's really good at it, by the way: she does this thing with her tongue, she kinda rolls it up so it's really firm and stiff, which means she can fuck your cunt deep with it, rather than just slobber on the surface..."

"Alison has a really tasty cunt," interrupted Rob.

"Who's Alison?" replied Eva. "Oh yeah, the bitch you met on the train -- I forgot. Anyway, Aryana gets wet when she gets horny -- no, I mean really wet! Her cunt totally fucking drools. The johns love it, of course: means they can boast about how much nigger slime they've eaten. Anyway, because I was eating her out from behind, her juices were practically pouring down her thighs, and --"

"Alison's cunt was really juicy," interrupted Rob again. "My face got totally soaked."

"Yeah, whatever," sighed Eva. "Anyway, Aryana also likes getting her asshole licked. She was saying to me, 'Eat my shithole, Evie, eat me where I shit!' -- isn't that sweet? I --"

Rob laughed. "Ha ha! Sounds just like Alison: she talks so dirty, I'd never heard anything like it, she --"

"Alison? Fuck Alison, Rob! I'm telling you about my day!"

"OK, sis, OK -- but I had a day too, you know! I'm allowed to make the occasional comment, aren't I?"

"Yeah, of course you are, bro, but -- 'Alison'? Everything's about 'Alison'! What so fucking special about Alison?!"

Rob tightened his lips, chastened, before saying quietly, "Will you let me tell you?"

Eva sighed. "OK, go on, tell me about the bitch..."

"Well... first -- she's got this amazing asshole, as you know. When it gapes, it's just perfect: no slackness, no prolapse -- just a perfect, round, wide open black hole." Rob grinned enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the memory. "And she has complete wink and gape control, so she plays this little game; she calls it 'The Sexy Talking Asshole Show'. She talks dirty, while her asshole opens and shuts, as if 'mouthing' her words. It was so totally filthy, by the time she got to saying things like 'Ram that fucking nigger dick in my gaping shithole, Mister Daniels!' -- well, I was past saving, I just --"

"Fuck it, Rob, will you fucking stop!" Eva interrupted, annoyance written all over her face.

"What? What's wrong? Why can't I --"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Rob, how do you think this makes me feel? I expect you to come home and fuck me like you always do --"

"And I will, sis, I will! Why wouldn't I?"

"Yeah, but you know I don't do anal. And here you are all starry-eyed about this white bitch's 'amazing asshole', knowing perfectly well I can't do that for you. You're just telling me I'm no good, I'm second-rate, nowhere near as hot as your fucking 'Alison'!" Eva spat the name out with ill-disguised contempt, before slamming her fork down, clearing her plate, and marching off with it to the kitchen.

Rob sat, mired in hurt, unsure whether to back down or to resist his sister's bullying. Eventually he called gently: "Evie, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You are the most beautiful person in the world, and I would never do or say anything to hurt you. Please come back and tell me about the rest of your day."

Eva appeared at the kitchen door. "Sorry I overreacted, bro. I'm just... jealous, I guess. You're the only man who makes me feel safe. I just don't want to share you with anyone."

"Eva, we live in 'Enlightened' times. You fuck all your white johns at your posh Chelsea whorehouse; I fuck my white boss, so I can keep my job and stay in the country with you. And occasionally I fuck white sluts I meet on the train or on the building sites. Then we come home, 'niggers' both, and fuck each other. And then we go to church on Sundays and confess our sins. Go figure..."

Eva laughed. "I guess you're right. Hey, Robbie, eat me out while I talk to you. At least that way I know you won't interrupt."

Rob laughed. "Sure thing, sis. Come on, sit down and show me that pretty pussy."

Rob knelt before his sister's cunt -- toad-in-the-hole temporarily forgotten -- and his cock immediately and inevitably stiffened at the sight. The skin of Eva's thighs was smooth and chocolate brown, but became darker as it approached the outer lips of her pussy, where she was completely shaven, and glistened with juice. "Jesus, no wonder all the white dipshits want to fuck you, Eva: you are so beautiful!"

"Nothing like 'Permitted Nigger Cunt', huh?" Eva chuckled. "Better than 'White Train Twat'?"

Rob wanted to express agreement with his sister, but his instinctive penchant for honesty constrained him, as the image of Alison's gorgeous glistening cunt flickered into his mind: neatly trimmed, with a rectangular brown landing strip, beyond which, framed by her perfect dome-shaped tits, Rob remembered gazing up at her delicately proportioned face. Rob's cock twitched with added joy.

Eva could sense that Rob's mind had wavered. "I said: better than insipid fucking white bitch train twat, bro?" she insisted forcefully, parting her cunt-lips with scissored fingers to illustrate her point.

"Absolutely!" agreed Rob, trying to conceal his ambivalence -- which actually was not that difficult, as his gaze was drawn back to what must surely be the crowning glory of Eva's cunt -- the parting between her black folds, revealing the pink treasure lurking within. He leant forward, gently flicking Eva's clit with his tongue, before running it slowly down her slit. Eva's fuck-lips were soft and wet, and yielded easily to Rob's probing tongue. Eva moaned. "Oh, that's nice, bro. Sorry for being such a jealous bitch."

Now Rob wrapped his mouth around Eva's whole cunt, chewing on her clit with his lips and plunging his tongue deep into her soft fuck-flesh. Eva attempted to continue her story about the pizza-and-pussy party, but was unable to remain coherent for long under the ecstasy-inducing onslaught of her brother's tongue. Soon she was whimpering, "Fuck me, Robbie. Only you know how to make me feel good. Fuck me with your big dick."

Soon they were on the sofa, and Rob was doing just that, slowly, gently sliding his stiff black cock into his sister's pussy. He chose to fuck smoothly, tenderly, desiring nothing more than to treat Eva with the respect and care which, perhaps, no one else had ever shown her in her life. If Rob had not already mentioned Alison, Eva might not have noticed that part of Rob's mind was elsewhere. He closed his eyes, still fucking his sister with tenderness and compassion, but remembering -- almost despite himself -- his last fuck, on the train with Alison. After the thrill of their first wild anal encounter, they had fucked again and again, all the way back to London, softly, tenderly, like this, and as his cock had slid in and out of her soft pink pussy he had listened to her guileless youthful chatter with delight and joy, even laughing as she joked tactlessly: "Well," she had giggled, "obviously no one wants you niggers breeding with Europeans again -- we just want you for your big dicks!" And he had laughed with her -- a hollow, painful laugh, but one which could not help but delight in her.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Eva's voice suddenly penetrated his reverie, her words as true as they were shocking. He had almost forgotten who he was fucking, and opened his eyes to notice that his sister's pleasurable writhing had ceased, and her eyes were steely and inculpatory. He too froze, his bulging glans lodged against her wet fuck-lips, his next thrust inwards suspended by her accusation.

"Oh fuck," he sighed. "I can't keep anything secret from you, can I?" His cock was suddenly going flaccid, and his glans slid guiltily off her cunt-lips.

Eva's eyes were leaking tears. "Why would you want to, Robbie? You were the one who said we lived in the Enlightenment now: we can fuck who we like, when we like, can't we? So why not tell me?"

"Why not tell you?" Rob's face contorted with frustration. "How many reasons do you want, Evie? You know the reasons, don't you? I mean, I'm a 'nigger': like you, I'm only allowed to stay in this country because of my PNC. That allows me to fuck white girls, but not to love them, not to 'fall in love' with them, not to... dammit, not to wish to marry them. Besides --"

"Marry?" Eva looked horrified. "Jesus, Rob, are you serious? Just from one assfuck? Are you mad?"

"No, Evie, not just from one assfuck. Yeah, her asshole is amazing, but, more than that... she is amazing. There's something about her I've never experienced in any other white girl, something special, I'd... I'd go to the ends of the earth for her..." Rob looked up, his facing announcing his confusion -- a combination of adoration and apology, which sought resolution but could find none.

Eva sat glowering, her jaw trembling with rage, humiliation and fear. "You will go to the ends of the earth, literally -- or worse, Rob -- if you don't stop this bullshit. What will they do if they find out that you, a 'Permitted Nigger Cock', are in love with a nice, well brought up, white fuckslut? You could be expelled, Rob, for fuck's sake -- or even culled! You haven't told her how you feel, have you?"

"Oh no, of course not, I wasn't brave enough for that. And I don't think she realised. And..." Rob's face fell, as he thought, and realised. "Yeah, of course, you're right, sis. It'll never happen. I'm a sterilised 'nigger', she's the white daughter of a buttplug magnate, a pillar of the establishment: it's dead in the water..." Rob's words tailed off, as he too felt a stinging in his eyes. "But God, I'll miss her so much. She just... bowled me over. I just don't know..."

Eva peremptorily finished his thought for him: "No, Rob, you do know. And therefore you will make the sensible decision, right now, not to pursue this particular piece of ass any further. You can fuck white girls, but you can't fall in love with them -- and you certainly can't imagine marrying them! If I bump into her at the RAF, I will avoid speaking with her. And you will never visit me there, even when you're in town, for fear of being led astray again. Understood?"

Rob nodded, his face downcast. "Yes... yes, of course..."

"OK. Now fuck me, bro. Come on, you'll feel better if you come inside me. I may not have a GM gaping asshole, but my cunt's pretty fucking amazing. Come on, fill it up..."

As Rob's climbed on top of his sister again, felt his shaft stiffen, felt it slide back into her dark wet haven, he chuckled sympathetically. "Yeah, you're right, sis: your cunt's pretty fucking amazing."

"Told you, didn't I? Focus on the here and now, Rob. Fuck my slimy cunt with your big cock. It's how we're meant to be: you and me, niggers together, holding out against the white man's world. It's reality. And it's not so shit, is it?"

Rob laughed. "No, your cunt's not so shit, Evie." He thrust deep, feeling her slimy fuck-tunnel enfold him until his balls slapped against her ass and his glans pressed against her cervix. "Oh fuck," he muttered with pleasure, closing his eyes in ecstasy. But as he closed his eyes, another image intruded again into his mind -- that of the beautiful white brunette whose ass he had fucked on the train. And as his cock slid in and out and he felt his sister's soft juicy fuck-walls stroking his shaft, he imagined, against his better judgment, and contrary to reality, that it was not Eva's cunt he was fucking, but Alison's slimy asshole, again.

"Oh yeah, come on now, Mister Daniels, ram that fucking nigger dick in my gaping shithole," Alison said. "What are you waiting for?" He put both his hands under her butt-cheeks, lifted her ass so that her anus gaped wide towards the ceiling of the train compartment, and plunged his cock downwards deep into her hot rectum. Alison's asshole was slick as cunt -- slick as Eva's cunt was now -- clean and lubed like a modern state-of-the-art genetically modified asshole should be; and as Rob's balls slapped against Alison's white ass, the gloriously filthy monologue continued: "Oh yeah, Mister Daniels, you wanna assfuck this nice young white girl with that huge nigger dick of yours? You wanna pile-drive her fucking shithole? You wanna clean out her stables with that fucking horse-cock of yours?" the girl squealed -- and Rob imagined himself in seventh fuck-heaven. And so he fucked that asshole with more lust than he knew he had. He fucked it because it was hot and slimy as a cunt on heat. He fucked it because it sucked his dick better than any cunt or throat he had ever fucked. He fucked it because the bitch's filthy talk drove him wild.

He pulled Alison's ass down onto the berth and lay on top of her so that, dick still pounding her shithole, he could suck those big beautiful tits, their finely-rounded nipples now pinker and puffier than ever. He gazed in wonder at that pretty face, those keen brown eyes, those soft pink lips -- still unleashing a torrent of verbal filth at him: "You like fucking this dirty white bitch, Mister Daniels? You gonna squirt your nigger cum in that asshole? Swill out her shit-cunt with that cock-cream of yours? Fill her brown hole with all your fucking dick-slime? Watch her eat your fucking cum from her shit-pit? 'Coz this pretty little white girl owns you. You come in here, boy, and bust up her fucking chifforobe, and she'll give you a fucking... FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Alison screamed as his cock exploded and his cum flooded her rectum.

And now, in the present, Rob's cock exploded again and his cum filled his sister's cunt, spurt after spurt, till it squelched against his cock and dribbled out over his balls. "Oh, Alison..." Rob muttered under his breath, without realising what he was saying -- but it was too late, and his sister had heard it.

"'Alison'?" her voice trembled. "'Alison'?! You're fucking me, and all you can think of is Alison? Fucking Jesus, Robbie -- fuck you! Fuck you!! FUCK YOU!!!" was all Eva could say, as her hurt and rage boiled over. Now she screamed, wildly, inchoately, the pain of her perceived betrayal and abandonment too much to bear. "NOOOOO!!!" she wailed. "What will I do? How will I live without you?"

 

"Oh, Evie, I'm so sorry!" fumbled Rob. "I didn't know what I was saying. And you will never be without me, Evie. I will never stop loving you -- and we will always be together..."

But Eva was gone -- this time not just into the kitchen, but out the front door, as she hastily pulled her clothes on, oblivious to the cuntful of cum now dribbling down her leg. And as she slammed the door behind her she burst into tears -- her painful, dry sobs echoing noisily into the early autumn evening.

Eva spent the evening wandering, lost, bereft, as Rob's cum congealed down her leg. It's over, she thought to herself. My only partner in love, in truth, the only person who has ever really understood me -- lost, infatuated with some hot white bitch who probably only wanted him for his big black dick, for a moment. He will ruin himself chasing after her, and everything we have built together, our friendship, our love, our mutual understanding, will never be the same again...

"Mummy, look, nigger!" The voice, innocent and guileless, interrupted her miserable ambulatory reverie from a nearby park bench.

"Yes, dear," came the answer.

"Do they still have niggers in this country, Mummy?"

"Not many, dear, but a few..."

"Are they dangerous?"

But Eva kept walking, so did not hear the answer. She removed one shoe, wiped Rob's cum off her leg and foot as best as she could with her hand, smearing it onto a lamppost. It was getting dark now, but still she walked, aimlessly, turning events over and over in her mind, seeking for hope but finding none, seeking for reconciliation but finding only anger.

"Nigger nigger nigger!" screeched an intoxicated bunch of young ladies, as Eva rounded a corner. Eva kept walking. "'Ey, you, nigger bitch!" insisted one of them, "is your cunt black too?" Her friends squealed with drunken laughter. "Nigger cunt! Nigger cunt!" they chanted.

"Means ya can't tell the difference between 'er cunt and 'er arsehole!" joked one of them. "Do ya shit from yer cunt too, nigger?" cackled another. The others thought the remark hilarious, and screeched and whooped wildly. Eva kept walking.

It was late now, the pubs had finished spewing their inebriated human detritus out onto the pavement, and the streets were emptying. Eva turned homeward. But as she turned into her street, a mob of drunken middle-aged men were approaching from the other direction, on the other side of the road. Oh shit, thought Eva, this could be bad. She was not wrong. "'Ey, nigger, wanna be fucked?" called out one of the men -- and his friends caught on and began to echo him: "Come and get fucked, nigger!" -- "Ever been fucked by a proper white man, nigger bitch?"

Eva knew that if she turned to escape she would not be able to outrun them. On the other hand, if she ran forward towards her front door they definitely would know she was scared, and might try to head her off. So she chose to pretend to ignore them, continuing to walk steadily forward, hoping that she would reach her front door before they reached her. They continue to jeer drunken racist obscenities at her, unzipping their flies and brandishing their stupid semi-flaccid white cocks at her: "Wanna be fucked by this, nigger slut?" -- "Take this up yer cunt, nigger whore!"

Eva reached her front door just before the men reached the point level with her on the other side of the road. Oh shit, where's my key? she trembled to herself, not wanting to warn her assailants that she was home. She paused on the doorstep, fumbling in her pocket. One of the men saw, and realised what she was doing. "'Ey! 'Ey! Stay there, cunt!" he shouted -- but the others were too stupid to understand. The man began lumbering drunkenly across the road now, determined to reach Eva and grab her before she could open her door.

Eva was whimpering with fear now -- but just in time, the door opened, Rob's familiar figure visible inside. "Quick, in!" he barked -- and she leapt across the threshold. Rob slammed the door behind her and chained it shut, just before the man started banging on it.

"Come on out, nigger bitch!" came the voice from the other side of the door, along with a chorus of inchoate drunken obscenities from the rest of the party. Eva and Rob froze, trembling in silence to see what would happen next -- but after a few seconds the would-be attackers lost interest and moved on, laughing and bellowing further stupidities into the air as they continued down the road.

"Are you OK, sis?" asked Rob, moving to give her a hug.

"Fuck off, Rob" she replied, as she pushed past him and up the stairs to her room.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Royal Academy of Fucking was an Edwardian red-brick building situated on the north side of Maryleboner Road.

We Train the Fuckers of the Future

proclaimed the ceiling-high poster in the entrance hallway, over a picture of a bald pink cunt speared, reverse cowgirl, by a huge white cock. I should feel excited by this, thought Eva to herself as she entered, far earlier in the morning than she needed or had intended to. But she had hardly slept, had not spoken to Rob since their row the previous evening, and was feeling insecure and grouchy. Fuck. This should be the start of something new, something special. But I don't give a fucking shit.

Leather couches were scattered around the large vestibule, on which a few pairs or groups of students were sitting chatting, having cups of coffee, reading or fucking. Below the massive cock-in-cunt poster was a desk marked "Reception", at which sat a young man with tousled red hair, who ignored Eva as she approached.

"M' pussy," said Eva.

The man looked up. "Oh, m' cock. The slaves' entrance is round the back," he said helpfully, in an accent which betrayed a faint Scottish brogue. "If you go out the front door and --"

"I'm not a slave," Eva spoke firmly. "I'm starting on the National Diploma in Fucking course today. Where do I go?"

"Oh, sorry!" The young man blushed as red as his hair. "For a moment there you looked a bit like a nigger..."

"I am a nigger," replied Eva sourly. "Is that a problem, ginger knob?"

"Oh!" The man seemed so bewildered he failed to take offence at the slur. "I didn't know we took niggers here: I've not been in the job long..."

"Well, you learn something new every day, don't you?" replied Eva acidly.

"Anna," the man turned to a pudgy big-titted colleague who was doing some filing a bit further along the desk, "did you know we took niggers on the NDF?"

"Andy! Stop being so rude!" replied Anna. "Of course we do. Remember, Cuntslicker has this bursary scheme for the Disadvantaged and Undesirable." She turned to Eva, smiling as she rifled through some files on her desk. "M' pussy, what's your name, sweetcunt?"

"Eva Daniels."

"Oh yes, here we are," Anna said, handing over a folder with Eva's name hand-written on the front. "Your timetable and everything's in there. I think your first lecture's in the Constance Money Fucking Lab at ten. It's upstairs: follow the signs."

"Thank you," Eva smiled as best as she could.

She was about to turn away to find somewhere to sit when Andy blurted out, "Is your cunt black too?"

Shit, will you fucking shut up? thought Eva, before replying curtly, "Inside or out?"

"Uh... oh, inside, I guess. I mean, I've seen pictures before, and outside your cunt-lips look all black and leathery. But are you pink inside like normal people? That would kinda make sense..."

"It would, wouldn't it?" replied Eva through gritted teeth.

"And do you fuck, I mean, fuck like normal people do?" continued Andy. "I mean, your guys have all got huge dicks, haven't they? Does this mean your cunt's stretchier than normal? And what about your ass -- does it gape extra wide? See, my research paper is on assholes, so I w--"

Anna, sensing Eva's growing irritation, came to the rescue. "Andy, get off your fucking spectrum, dude!" she interrupted firmly. And then, turning to Eva, she said, "Please accept my apologies on behalf of Andy. He's actually a really nice guy; nice dick too -- just a bit too forthright for his own good."

Eva attempted a half-smile. "Well, nice to meet you, Anna," she said, turning to look for a place to sit. But the hall was already filling up with more and more people, making it hard to find space. One whole couch was taken by a pair of girls lying down in a sixty-nine. (Jesus, can't they at least do something vertical? Six people could fit on that thing...) There was another girl clearly training her gape before anal class, shoving all manner of large objects up her asshole. (No fucking way! If it's going up my shitter, give me a dinky white cock any day...) And there was a blond pair (look like siblings to me...) on another couch; she was kneeling in front of him administering a very fine deepthroat blowjob. (Ah, now that's quality. Nice one, bitch!) So Eva sat disgruntled for a minute on a chair off to the side, stowing her papers in her bag, before making her way upstairs to the Constance Money Fucking Laboratory. As she climbed the stairs, she saw Andy getting his cock out (Yeah, OK, I agree: nice dick...) and starting to fuck Anna's huge jugs with it.

The Lab consisted of a semicircle of fuck-couches, each with a desk and chair and a cabinet full of sex toys -- all of them surrounding a large central bed. Eva took the lead of the couple of students already there, sat at one of the fuck-stations, and started to read her information pack. There were several glossy brochures about the course, and a summary of the curriculum. But she had not got much further than "Week 1 mornings: cunt-fucking (missionary)", when two very noisy girls entered the room hand-in-hand, giggling and chatting, before seating themselves at neighbouring fuck-stations. One, the blonde Eva had seen giving her brother a blowjob in the entrance hallway, was topless, though dangling a spit- and semen-sodden tank-top (Ooh, that must have been great blowjob, bitch!) over her arm. The other was tall and elegant, with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a white mini-skirt and matching halter-top which tented over a pair of rather lovely dome-shaped nipples. Eva was about to smile at them when the blonde said to the brunette, "Hey, Alison, get a load of this!" as she removed a large realistic dildo from her cabinet and began sucking on the end of it.

Eva froze, her heart pounding. Fuck. Alison. The Alison? The Alison with the 'amazing asshole'? She turned away from them, pretending to read her welcome pack and sort through her papers and books. Jesus fuck, I'm not going to be in the same fucking class as this bitch, am I? Though, she reconsidered, it's a common enough name: maybe it's not the same Alison...

"M' cunt, Eva!" The greeting was friendly, and accompanied by a wave and a smile. Eva looked up suspiciously, but said nothing.

"Hi!" continued Alison. "I'm Al. I fucked your brother on the train yesterday, how're you doing?"

Oh fuck, thought Eva. It is the same Alison. "Ah, you're the girl with the 'amazing asshole'," she replied with a cold sneer. "Rob won't stop talking about you. You made quite an impression on him. Or at least your butthole did."

"Aw, that's so sweet," smiled the brunette, clearly failing to appreciate the venom in Eva's voice. "And well, likewise: I'd never fucked a nigger before, and he's got such a huge dick!" She giggled.

Oh, white bitch, why are you such a fucking airhead? thought Eva, as she regarded Alison with a deliberately impatient-looking scowl. "Look, I'm very busy. Talk later, maybe?" she snapped, turning away.

Alison seemed deflated -- and Eva felt a bit guilty for being so sharp. Given another minute, she might have tried to make amends -- except that at that moment in strode none other than Professor Cuntslicker herself, her tits firm and bulging beneath an ultra-short beach crop top, a top-of-the-range flesh-coloured auto-dildo dangling, flaccid but huge, from her crotch.

The Professor surveyed the class briefly, checking each student against her register, and nodding approvingly at Eva, before introducing herself. "Cunts and cocks, welcome. I am Professor Emma Cuntslicker -- but my friends all call me Cunts for short, so please do the same." For the first time, Eva noticed her beauty. Despite the rather early twenty-first century style of her tits, she looked strikingly youthful, with broad high cheekbones and dark sultry eyes. "I am sure you are aware," the Professor continued, "of the privilege you have all been accorded, to have been selected for this year's NDF. However, do not be tempted to think that fucking is just 'doin' what comes naturally'! You are being trained to be top-class professionals, and this course will demand of you a professional level of dedication and hard work."

The other students were nodding gravely. Apart from Alison and the slender deepthroat blonde, there was a big-titted blonde artfully smoking a cigarette, exhaling slow, thick, perfect cones of smoke through her lips, her large tits rising and falling with each new lungful. There were four boys, all white, but all good-looking in their different ways. Her attention was drawn immediately to one of them -- tall, muscular and very attractive, dressed in black lycra through which Eva could make out the shape of a large cock bulging at his crotch. About as big as Rob's, thought Eva. Probably GM: I've never known a whitey with a cock that big...

"Now, you will see from your timetable," continued the Professor, "that this first week is devoted exclusively to the missionary position. Who's disappointed? Be honest." There was a brief pause, and then lycra boy's hand shot up, an unmistakeably arrogant expression etched on his face. Slowly, several other hands followed suit. "Ah, I'm not surprised," sighed Professor Cunts. "You are the first intake at this Academy from the fully GM generation. Many of you boys have GM cocks, I know. Girls, how many of you have GM tits?" Eva and the smoking girl put their hands up. "Gagless throats?" Eva and the blowjob girl raised their hands. Fuck, thought Eva¸ my parents spent their life savings, before they were expelled, on making me a GM fuckslut... I should feel grateful, shouldn't I...?

"What about you, Alison?" said Professor Cunts, turning to the brunette.

Alison muttered a tentative "Asshole? And, how did you know?"

"Oh, everyone knows about Alison Bates' asshole, my dear," replied the Professor. "Some of us were watching you on TV." There was an impressed murmur from around the room, as the other students swivelled around to look. Jesus fuck, thought Eva, rolling her eyes and looking the other way, they're all fawning over her, aren't they? Fucking asslickers... "However," continued the Professor, "the point I need to stress to you all is that merely having a gaping asshole, or a big dick, or huge tits -- these things do not make you a great fucker. Fucking is all about technique, and you need to be trained in that technique. Chad!" The boy in lycra sat up straight. "Chad Halloway, you are clearly very proud of your dick -- all, what is it, eight inches? I remember your audition."

"Eight and a half, Professor Cunts, ma'am," replied Chad with what looked like a self-satisfied smirk.

"Just Cunts, boy, just Cunts. So, do you think you can use those eight and a half inches to properly fuck a girl mish?"

"Sure, Professor, uh, I mean, Cunts. I mean, how hard can it be? It's just climb on top and poke, isn't it?" There was a guffaw from the other boys.

"Well, let's see... Any volunteers from the girls here to be fucked by Mister Halloway's eight and a half inches?" Eva was about to volunteer, but the smoking girl beat her to it. "Aha, Miss Harriet Danes -- also famous, I think? Winner of the London Smoke-'n'-Fuck Cup last year, weren't you?"

Jesus, are they all fucking celebrities in this place? frowned Eva. How fucking out of place am I then?

Professor Cunts gestured to Harriet to take her place on the central bed, before saying to Chad, "Go on, then. Let's see you fuck her mish."

"Only mish? Don't I get a blowjob first?" whined Chad.

"You heard me, Eight-and-a-Half." And so Chad unbuttoned his fly to release his cock -- thick, rock hard, and, yes, a good eight and a half inches long. Hmm, yeah, about the same size as Rob's, Eva nodded approvingly to herself, while all the white girls gasped in astonishment. Harriet lay back and pulled her thong to one side to reveal her bald pink cunt. Chad swaggered up, climbed on top, and starting fucking hard, apparently intent on reaching his climax as quickly as possible. But before he could come --

"Cut!" shouted Professor Cuntslicker. "Take that dick out of her, Chad."

Chad, his shining purple cockhead poised desperately at Harriet's wet fuck-lips, looked surprised and annoyed. "What, can't I come?" he remonstrated.

"No. Pause. Now, class -- your thoughts, please?"

Eva was confused. Thoughts -- what? Chad trudged back to his fuck-station, looking both livid and humiliated as his still-glistening penis shrank despondently. "Okay, let's cut the bullshit," said Professor Cunts, turning to the class. "Tell me, if you are going to be a professional fucker, what is your number one objective?"

"To provide pleasure," said a boy with short dark hair.

"Pleasure, yes, Darren. To whom exactly?" There was silence. "Mister Eight-and-a-Half was giving himself pleasure," continued the Professor. "But he sure as fuck wasn't giving his bitch any pleasure, or she wouldn't have needed to rub her clit like that. That's the first problem. Number two is this: who else should they both be giving pleasure to?" There was silence. "The audience, fuckwits! In the modern world, fucking is not just for those doing the fucking: it is a social duty! Before the Enlightenment, people fucked selfishly, jealously, for 'love'" -- the Professor grimaced as she said the word -- "as they called it. But now we know that fucking is there to pleasure society! Harriet and Chad, if you had been doing your jobs, we should have been drooling with lust, and I should now be looking at several puddles of cum on the floor!"

There was an embarrassed, humiliated silence from the class, and Chad was clearly sulking and resentful -- but Professor Cunts was on a roll. "Good fuckers always have three objectives in mind: pleasuring the audience, pleasuring their partners, and pleasuring themselves -- in that order. Girls -- you're on the bottom in mish. What does the audience want to see?"

"Pussy," volunteered the blonde deepthroat girl.

"Right, Claire! Pussy, and ass, and tits. What's more, they want to see that pink flesh getting stretched wide, and juicy. So, unlike Miss Danes here, get your sight-lines and angles right so that we can actually see something! Next -- what do they want to hear?"

"Dirty talk!" answered Alison enthusiastically. Eva rolled her eyes. Yeah, I've heard about your dirty talk, Alison, she grumbled in silence. You managed to seduce my brother with it. What did you say to him, bitch? Did you tell him what a big dick he has, how you like being subdued by a big nigger cock like the dumb white slut you are? Jesus fucking Christ...

But Cunts was in agreement with Alison: "Too fucking right! So you can't just lie there moaning, Harriet. Now, boys -- how do you contribute to making sure the audience get the pleasure they want?"

There was silence: the boys were clearly feeling intimidated, and Chad was still smarting with humiliation, his jaw set hard. Eventually a skinny boy with glasses raised his hand and suggested tentatively, "Maybe you gotta be careful not to block the view?"

 

"No shit, Bradley!" replied Cunts. "You've got to position yourself so everyone can see what you're doing to that cunt, and so they can see your cock getting slimy! Now this is a challenge, because it goes against objective number two, which is...?"

"Pleasuring your partner?" answered Bradley.

"So why's that so difficult in mish?"

Harriet piped up: "'Coz mish only feels good if you can rub your clit."

"Half a point to Harriet," said Cunts, somewhat disappointedly. "Yes, mish only feels good if your clit is being rubbed -- but for fuck's sake, Harriet, is it the bitch's job to rub her own fucking clit? What the fuck's that cock for? Here, lie back again, Harriet," said Cunts, stroking her auto-dildo with one hand so that it rapidly developed into a huge throbbing erection. "Now watch this, boys. The audience wants to see you fuck like this." She demonstrated, holding Harriet's legs up and apart so her cunt was spread wide, but supporting herself so her dildo could slide completely in and out of Harriet's slimy gash without ever obscuring the view. "But that, unfortunately, does nothing to pleasure the bitch. For that you have to fuck like this" -- and she plunged her rubber cock deep into Harriet's cunt but shifted her position up her body so she could grind the base of it against the girl's clit."

"Oh fuuuuck!" yelped Harriet. "That's good!"

"Haven't you ever been fucked like that before, Miss Danes? Honestly, what did your parents teach you? Now, what about this?" Cunts shifted her position again, downwards, so her crotch was flat on the couch and her dildo could fuck Harriet's cunt upwards, rubbing against her G-spot from the inside. Harriet went wild: "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Professor, yeah, that's fucking amazing!"

"No shit," replied the Professor matter-of-factly, pulling her dildo, now slippery with Harriet's pussy-juice, swiftly out. "Boys -- that's what you have to learn to do: pleasure your audience, and pleasure your bitch. And girls -- likewise, pleasure your audience, and pleasure your stud. And if you can't do that when fucking mish, then none of you will ever be able to do it when fucking doggy, or eating cunt, or fisting asshole -- or anything. You can't fuck shit if you can't fuck mish! Repeat after me!"

"You can't fuck shit if you can't fuck mish!" they chorused -- including, though with some reluctance, Eva.

"Right! That's why we are spending this whole fucking week on it. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor Cuntslicker," they chorused.

"CUNTS! Say it: 'Yes, Cunts!'"

"YES, CUNTS!"

"That's better. Now pair up: Harriet -- Darren, Eva -- Chad, Alison -- Bradley, Claire -- Joe. Get fucking -- and I'll be monitoring. Go!"

Eva, though somewhat shell-shocked by the Professor's opening pedagogical tirade, was quietly pleased to have been partnered up with Chad. At least he's got a big dick, she thought, not like that pathetic Bradford or whatever his name is... though Chad looks like he wants to murder the Professor, she smirked. But she did not say any of that, instead nodding a courteous if cautious "M' cunt" to the boy as he approached her fuck-station.

"M' cock," Chad nodded seriously. He appeared to be studying Eva, looking carefully up and down her body, his gaze eventually alighting on her face with intense fascination.

Eva slipped her clothes off and lay back on her fuck-couch, spreading her legs wide. "Oh!" moaned Chad with sudden apparent delight, his eyes alighting, in turn, on her barbell-pierced tits, then her shaven cunt, then her face, framed as it was by long loose afro hair. His cock stiffened and bobbed in evident approval as he stood there gazing at her.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?" asked Eva in a somewhat accusatory tone. "Never seen nigger cunt before?"

"Actually, no," Chad flustered, "I haven't. Do I just fuck it the normal way?"

"Yeah, why not?" sighed Eva. "It's a cunt, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's just... those lips, they look kinda... different from white girls'..." Chad's voice tailed off.

"Yeah yeah, I know, they look all leathery and rough, like they're gonna hurt your precious white dick, scrape off your delicate pale pink foreskin -- I've heard it all before..." Eva was losing patience.

"No, no," insisted Chad. "I was going to say... they look really beautiful... You look really beautiful. I... I've never seen someone as beautiful as you..."

Shit, thought Eva. Rightly or wrongly, she did not trust the boy's disarming honesty. "Spare me the horseshit, 'Eight-and-a-Half'," she sneered. "You're not here to flatter me, just to fuck my cunt. So get on with it, will ya?"

Chad looked a bit hurt, but shrugged, climbed on top, pressed his dickhead against Eva's fuck-lips, and pushed. "Oh fuck..." he moaned, as his cock slid effortlessly into her warm slimy depths. It was, Eva thought to herself, a very nice dick -- but strangely, unlike when he had been on top of Harriet, Chad didn't seem interested in fucking her hard. Instead, "Oh fuck..." he whispered again, as he lay on top of her, held her dark lithe body against his, pressed his muscular chest against her huge pierced tits, wrapped his arms around her to stroke her hair, and began kissing her gently on the forehead and cheeks, his cock lodged all the while deep inside her.

Eva didn't have time to feel surprised before -- "CHAD!" Cunts' voice assaulted them, as she did her rounds of the class, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Chad? You're not here to 'make love'" -- Cunts pronounced the phrase with undisguised scorn -- "like some pre-Enlightenment 'romantic': you're here to fuck the bitch! No wanker's going to get any pleasure watching that: you're blocking the view! I want to see her cunt! I can't even see her tits, you're pressed so close against her! And what's the use having eight and half fucking inches if you hide them in her twat all the time? Get fucking it, stud!"

Chad shook himself from his amorous reverie. "Sorry," he muttered -- though he looked even more annoyed and resentful than before, as he detached his body from Eva's and began sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her pussy at a more audience-friendly angle. "Is this better?" he asked pointedly.

"Much better," nodded the Professor, ignoring any cynicism which might have been implied by the boy's question. "Nice visuals: big slimy white dick, shaven black cunt, that's good. People spend a lot of time saying how much they like seeing white girls fucked by big black cocks -- but this way round is just as good, even better in my opinion. But remember, spectators need to be able to enjoy the view from all angles, so experiment with that now -- I'll be back in a minute to check it out," she instructed, as she continued her rounds of the hall.

Chad still looked livid -- and Eva smirked at his misfortune. Nice cock, though, she thought to herself, as she lay back.

By the time lunch break came round, Eva was a bit of sick of lying on her back. Chad, she admitted silently to herself, had by far the biggest cock in the class; but that was about the only quality she could discern in the boy who, despite his limited competence as a fucker, his overbearing cock-pride, and his apparently fully reciprocated dislike of Professor Cuntslicker, kept staring at Eva in an unnerving, almost obsessive manner. The other boys were, she thought, similarly mediocre, and the skinny one called Bradley, though not a bad fucker, had a tiny dick: Jesus, he's barely got six inches there. Even the white johns in Chelsea have more than that... As for the other girls -- well, Harriet seemed only to be interested in smoking, Claire spent all her time squealing with idiotic pleasure at anything and everything, and Alison -- well, what Eva saw and heard only confirmed her worst suspicions of her. Jesus, what a fucking bitch! Eva thought to herself. She thinks she's so special, everyone's going on about how they saw her on TV, how her asshole's so amazing -- "How do you get it to gape like that?" ... "How many dicks can you fit in there?" ... "Can I fuck it sometime?" Jesus fucking Christ, it's just an asshole: it's for shit, isn't it?! And of course, in the back of Eva's mind throughout the morning had been Rob -- Rob whom she adored but who, she was sure, she had now lost to wiles of this asshole-wielding white fuckwhore, and without the assurance of whose undivided brotherly devotion she felt unaccountably bereft... scared, even. Shit, she thought to herself, am I sad insecure fucker or what...?

"Hey, let's go for lunch together in the dining hall!" tittered Claire, as Alison knelt on the floor slurping the combined cum of four boys out of her fucked-out cunt. "Maybe we can fuck some food too!" But the last thing Eva wanted to do was to tag along with the blond airhead and her stuck-up brunette accomplice. She looked around for an ally -- but the only other person in the room who didn't seem excited about joining Claire's party was Chad, who appeared to still be negotiating the awkward interface between his dislike of the Professor ("Cunt..." he muttered under his breath as the woman swept out of the lab at the end of class) and his swaggering determination to conspicuously brandish his cock for everyone to admire, even as he stowed it back in his leggings. He also appeared to be lingering an unnaturally long time at his fuck-station, still casting furtive, obsessive glances at Eva as he packed up his books.

Eva was determined not to react, and so, pointedly ignoring Chad and all the others, she packed up her things swiftly and silently and made a beeline out the door and down the road to Regents Park. She bought a "meal deal" from a Titsco Express on Maryleboner Road, and sat under a lone beech in a quiet corner of the park munching on her sandwich (tuna mayo with extra squirt), contemplating her own reality with undiminished self-pity.

It was as she was finishing her packet of crisps (cunt cocktail flavour, her favourite) that she spotted a large burly tattooed white man with a shaven head walking slowly but purposefully across the grass in her direction. Fuck, she thought, not good... and began rapidly gathering her belongings together to make her escape.

But the man was moving more swiftly than she estimated. He reached her just as she was about to get up, and stood in front of her, leering. Eva's heart was pounding with dread, but she did not dare look him in the eye.

"'Ey, nigger cunt," he growled.

Oh fuck, not again, thought Eva.

CHAPTER FIVE

The man stood before Eva, leering. Eva did her best to conceal her fear, fixed her eyes on the grass in front of her, stood up rapidly, and started to walk away.

The man moved to block her.

Eva froze, her heart now pounding with terror. Still she said nothing.

"Din'cha 'ear me?" insisted the man, moving closer. "I said, 'nigger cunt': the least ya can do is reply."

"M' pussy," muttered Eva, her eyes fixed on the dirt at her feet, as she tried in vain to find an alternative escape route -- but the man blocked her again.

"I bet ya've never been properly fucked by a white man, 'ave ya?" the man sneered.

Eva said nothing, her eyes darting from side to side to see if she could spot a way out. She was sweating now, and struggling to catch her breath.

"Answer me, nigger cunt!" snarled the man, as he reached forward and grabbed her arm tight. "Wanna be properly fucked? What's a nigger bitch like you doin' out on yer own anyway? Nobody own ya?" he cackled.

"Just heading b-back..." stuttered Eva.

The man yanked her forward, so that her body was pressed against hers. She could smell his stinking beery breath. "'Just h-h-heading b-b-back'?" the man sneered. "Can't ya talk proper English, nigger? Which fuckin' tree 'ave you fallen out of?"

Eva struggled to release herself, but the man's grip was too tight, and a sharp pain shot up her arm. "L-let me go!" she squealed.

The man cackled. "'L-l-let you go'? No, I won't, nigger, 'coz ya ain't asked me all polite like, 'ave ya? In fact, I think ya need ta be taught a lesson -- 'coz you're a rude li'l nigger cunt, ain't ya? Brought up by savages, I bet?"

Eva's eyes darted from side to side, desperately hoping that someone would come into view to whom she could call for help. But this part of the park was deserted as far as she could see. And now the man was pushing her downwards, bending her body backwards so that she fell against the tree. She cried in pain -- but the man cackled again as he crouched over her, one strong hand holding her down while the other ripped her top halfway down the centre to reveal her pierced tits. "So, what's it gonna be, nigger cunt? If you're nice ta me, I'll let ya suck my cock. But if ya continue ta be so fuckin' ungrateful, I'll ream yer fuckin' arse! Your choice!"

Eva was wailing with terror now, unable to process the man's cruel ultimatum, or to think about how to negotiate a release from her predicament. Oh God, Robbie! she thought, even as she squealed and struggled. Help me, Robbie! Where are you when I need you? But the man had torn her skirt off and was releasing his cock -- large and fat and stiff -- from his trousers. "Oh, nice bald nigger cunt," leered the man. "Can ya take a big white dick up yer filthy black cunt, bitch? Wanna be fucked good and proper?"

"No!" screamed Eva in desperation, as her assailant pinned both her arms down and climbed on top, using the full weight of his body to render her immobile, as he thrust his hips forward, his fat cock poking at her crotch, seeking the satisfaction of her damp fleshy cleft.

Eva was caterwauling in terror -- but the man cackled again. "'Ere, take this, nigger cunt!" he bellowed, as his cockhead pressed against her vulva. Take th-- AAARGH!" Suddenly the man screamed, then went silent, collapsing unconscious on top of her.

It took a few seconds for Eva to realised what had happened. She felt the dead weight of the man lying on her, felt his cock now deflating against her thigh. Where his bald head had collapsed against her shoulder she now felt something warm trickling across her cheek. She reached up, wiped some off with her fingers, looked, and screeched in terror. She struggled free, pushing the man's body off her so that it rolled limply onto the ground, face downwards. The trickle she had felt, however, was his blood, not hers: it continued to drip from his skull onto the grass, as Eva whimpered, desperately wiping blood from her face and hair.

It was then that Eva looked up, and saw Chad standing over her assailant, a large stone gripped in his right hand, and a look on his face which Eva couldn't be sure was fear or rage. "Oh! It was you!" cried Eva. She looked back at the man on the ground. "Is he... dead?"

"No," affirmed Chad, dropping the bloodied stone on the grass and leaning down to check the man's breathing. "Just out for the count. Quick, before he comes to!" He gathered up Eva's bag and torn skirt to hand them back to her.

Eva looked, trembling, at the crumpled heap of a man lying beside her, now beginning to moan blearily. "Should we finish him off?" she suggested, reaching for Chad's bloodied rock.

Chad looked in horror at her. "No!" he cried. "He didn't see me, and he won't come after you, after what he tried to do. Come, quick, before we're seen," he whispered urgently, taking her hand, lifting her up, and ushering her swiftly away, back towards the edge of the park and the road beyond.

They did not speak as they walked, briskly, his hand placed solicitously on her shoulder. Eva was still shivering with shock by the time they reached the RAF. Some people looked quizzically at the black girl with torn muddy clothes and quivering blood-stained face being ushered through the entrance hall by a strongly built white boy, into the restrooms which were, appropriately enough for a highly Enlightened institution like the RAF, entirely unisex and open plan. Chad led Eva past the other students, male and female alike, who, all in close proximity to each other, were peeing, shitting, fucking, jerking off, or adjusting their makeup, towards the far end of the tiled chamber where there was a bench, a large Butler sink and a worktop where Eva could strip off, rinse the blood off her clothes and face, and --

"Oh God!" whimpered Eva as, still naked, she collapsed in tears on Chad's shoulder.

Chad held her, firmly but gently. "Hey, it's over. You're safe now. Sit down, take it easy, wait for the shock to pass." He hung up her wet clothes on a small heated towel-rail to dry, before sitting next to her on the bench, his arm round her shoulder in an awkward but gentle gesture of reassurance. "I'm sorry you had that experience."

"Oh, it's nothing new." Eva shivered. "I don't know why I was so shocked. I've spent the summer being paid to be abusively fucked by ugly white men. In this country, they all take it for granted. This one just didn't want to pay for it," Eva laughed cynically.

Chad squeezed her affectionately. "I'm sorry. Is that what it's usually like for... for people like you?"

"Yeah, what did you think? Never heard of 'nigger-baiting'? I bet you did it at school..."

Chad nodded. "Some of my mates did. But I never felt like joining in."

"Oh? Too virtuous?"

"Well... I've also always felt a bit of an outsider. Didn't really want to hold that over other people, for no fault of their own."

"Outsider -- you?" Eva looked incredulously at the boy: tall, handsome, white, with his big proud cock still bulging beneath his lycra -- surely nothing if not a perfect specimen of Enlightenment ideals in the flesh.

Chad shrugged. "I know, I don't look like it. But I never had a family, never had parents -- that's fucked me up a bit, I th--"

"No way!" interrupted Eva. "Me too!"

"Really? Orphan?"

"Well, not as such. But my parents were expelled when I was a baby. I was brought up by my big brother Rob -- when I wasn't being locked up for beating up white bitches..."

Chad looked Eva over, impressed. "Seriously! Why did you do that?"

"Well, 'coz she called me an 'ugly nigger cunt' -- so I went for her. Broke her fucking arm, the bitch..."

Now Chad's mouth was gaping with admiration. "No way!"

"You think I'm terrible?"

"No, no... that was a terrible thing of her to say, and... well, I've said this before: you're not ugly, you're really beautiful..." He paused to gather his words. "I've never met someone as beautiful as you." Chad stroked her hair, clearing the wild dark mane out of her face so he could look deep into her eyes again: he seemed, Eva thought, not to be leering like most white men did, but gazing, admiring, captivated -- almost, Eva thought, the way Robbie looks at me. Shit, does this boy fancy me...?

No point beating about the bush, Eva decided. "Hey, Chad, why are you looking at me like that?" she blurted.

Chad was suddenly flustered. "Like what?"

"Like you're in love." Eva jutted out her jaw accusingly. "Go on, admit it!"

Chad looked devastated, terrified, as he looked around to make sure no one had heard. Instinctively he leapt to his self-defence: "No, no, it's not that, it's just..." His voice trailed off.

Eva laughed. "Oh, you are such a conventional Enlightenment white dickhead, Chad!" she teased. "So petrified of stepping out of line, so terrified of admitting that there might be something else more important in life than pure Pleasure."

Chad set his jaw, trying to regain a sense of his own customary self-satisfied arrogance. "Is that bad?" he snapped.

"No -- but it's mistaken. Watch out, 'Eight-and-a-Half'. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with a nasty, angry, nigger rebel: a bitch who won't parrot all the Enlightenment bullshit about love being the downfall of Western civilisation. I'm an enraged savage, straight out of the jungle, straight down from the fucking trees, who's sick of being treated like shit by the white man. Think you can handle that?"

 

Chad looked angry at the implied accusation -- but determined. "I rescued you from that skinhead in the park, didn't I?"

Eva's stance softened in realisation. "Yeah, you did... thank you."

Chad raised his eyebrows.

"No, I mean it: thank you, Chad. Maybe not all white men are dickheads."

Chad shrugged. "Maybe I am a dickhead, Eva. Maybe I am arrogant, and rude, and too proud of my 'eight and a half inches' for my own good. Maybe I don't get this 'love' shit you're talking about. I don't know. But I know I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Can you handle that?" His jaw jutted accusingly.

Eva smiled, nodding. "Touché, 'Eight-and-a-Half'. You've put the 'ugly nigger cunt' in her place, haven't you?"

Chad held Eva tight, turning to face her so that her bare breasts pressed against his chest. "I'm not the one calling you 'nigger cunt', Eva. Take that chip off your shoulder."

It took only a split second for Eva's façade to disintegrate. Her jaw trembled, her lips quivered, then her face crumpled, and now she was wailing in pain, whimpering with humiliation at the removal of her mask. Abandoned and betrayed -- she thought -- by the only person who had ever mattered to her, by the only person to whom she had ever mattered; dehumanised by her whole summer acting the nigger whore to horrible rich white men; violated by a brutal stranger in the park: her instinct was to fight back, to defend herself, to not let herself ever be hurt again, by Chad or by any other self-satisfied, arrogant, big-dicked white fucker. But even she could not keep the barriers up forever. And so she sobbed into Chad's chest, her fists clenched and pummelling herself with the rage she had stored up for others.

Chad held her arms back. "No, Eva," he said firmly. "Don't hurt yourself. You don't deserve that. And I will protect you. I promise."

"You'll never be like Rob to me," Eva whimpered.

"No, I won't. But he's your brother. He shouldn't be like that to you."

"Shouldn't be?" Eva's hackles were raised again. "Maybe -- but you've never been black in a white man's land: you don't know how it can fuck you up being regarded as irredeemably Undesirable. You don't know what it's like being abandoned by your parents..." But Eva's tirade petered out, as she remembered that, on the last point at least, she was utterly wrong.

Chad didn't need to say so. Instead he sat and waited, as Eva's breathing slowed and the rage in her body subsided. Eventually she looked up at him. "You know what my brother does for me after I've had a meltdown, to make me feel better?"

Chad looked at her, unsure.

"He eats me out," she giggled, a sheepish grin crossing her face.

Chad grinned too -- for suddenly there was something in Eva's face which he had never seen before, something which, it seemed to him in that moment, complemented the beauty, the passion, and the pain he had perceived so far: it was a loveliness, a pure, genuine, yet vulnerable vein of joy -- a glimpse of a life beyond the cynical, the lonely, the self-protectively arrogant which had always defined his emotional boundaries. In another age, one might have said that he was falling in love; but for Chad, even if not for his rebellious angry new friend, that was not a category he had ever thought in, or would fall into now. Not yet. Instead, he said, "Want me to eat you out?"

Eva smirked. "You any good, dipshit white boy?" she teased -- and he knew she was teasing.

"Try me, 'nigger cunt'," he teased in reply.

"Not scared of my leathery sandpapery nigger fuck-lips anymore?" Eva grinned as she opened her legs.

"I never was, Eva," Chad replied, as he knelt on the tiled floor in front of her dark naked thighs.

Meanwhile, Rob had been having an uneventful, but listless, day at home. He was feeling angry, and guilty -- angry at what he regarded as Eva's unjustified jealousy; guilty at having fallen ridiculously in love with an unattainable white girl; angry again at his own inability to move beyond his infatuation.

All these emotions passed through Rob's mind, as he sat facing the wrong way on the toilet seat, stroking his stiff black cock. He wasn't horny as such: after all, he had emptied his balls into his beloved Alison several times the day before -- to be precise, once deep in her asshole, twice in her cunt, and once all over her lovely dome-shaped nipples. But masturbation, he had always found, was a good way of staunching emotional pain and soothing mental confusion -- or at least, that was his excuse. And so he sat, massaging his throbbing deep purple-brown glans with the thumb and two fingers of one hand, dark palm wrapped around the thick shaft, whilst stroking his balls with the other hand. He tried at first to fill his mind with generic sexual images -- various girls he had fucked over the years, fuck-flicks he had watched, live fuck-shows he had been to in the West End. But inevitably, all these thoughts were crowded out by images of one person in particular. He closed his eyes, better to feel the boiling pleasure rising through his stiff shaft -- and into that strange dark sparkly space behind his eyelids there swam, unbidden, images of, at first, a perfect anal bud, tight, slightly wrinkled, a delicate light brown, framed by a pair of beautiful ass-cheeks, pure white except for one small mole on the right buttock; then, imagining himself looking upwards, a tight, glistening young cunt, hairless except for a rectangular light brown landing-strip; then, further upwards still, two large wobbly mounds of tit, each finished off with a perfect dome-shaped nipple quivering skyward, a silver-cocked rosary dangling delicately in-between; finally, a luminescent face -- delicately proportioned yet gorgeous, lips smiling, pouting, parting, panting. "Come in me, Mister Daniels," she was saying, as the train rocked and clattered down the tracks toward London, "come deep in my hot fucking white-girl cunt, nigger boy..."

"Oh fuck," groaned Rob, as his cock exploded. He watched each successive jet of semen squirt downwards, splash, and suspend itself on contact with cold water -- thick, gloopy, off-white. By habit he silently counted "one, two, three, four... five... six..." -- the physical gratification of each exquisite pulse of his shaft briefly effacing, but not banishing, the frustration he felt in his heart. "What a fucking fool you are, Rob Daniels..." he muttered, as his pleasure subsided. "If you were able to be just a bit less of an idiot you might not have made an enemy of your own sister, all because of your pathetic fantasy love affair with a white girl..."

Chad had never looked closely at a black cunt before, but now he had one within inches of his face, he found himself lost in admiration. The brown of Eva's thighs darkened as it approached the outer lips of her shaven pussy, which gleamed alluringly. Her inner folds were darker still -- practically jet-black -- but parted slightly to reveal a tiny glimpse of gleaming pink. Chad, though enraptured, said nothing, but leant forward, gently flicking Eva's deep red-brown clit with his tongue, before running it slowly down her slit and then back up again. Her fuck-lips were soft, warm and wet, and gave way easily to his probing tongue, slowly revealing more and more squidgy pink flesh. She moaned.

Chad plunged in deep, wrapping his mouth around her whole vulva, chewing on her clit with his lips and probing deep into her soft pink flesh with his tongue, driving her into ecstasy. And it was not long before Eva was coming, squealing and thrusting her hips into his face, howling with pleasure and relief, tears running down her cheeks as she felt all the tension, anger and fear of the past twenty-four hours dissipating. Chad looked up and, seeing Eva's dark face soft and glowing with pleasure and catharsis, felt again that he had never seen such beauty in his life.

"That's good..." panted Eva. "That's better... fuck, I needed that... thanks..."

Chad smiled, his face still glistening. "You're welcome," he said, as he licked residual cunt-slime from his lips. In fact -- though he probably wouldn't have admitted it -- he was hoping for a different reaction, one less transactional, more personal.

But all Eva said was, "How do I pay you back?"

Chad didn't know what to say. He frowned quizzically at Eva from between her thighs. Suddenly she realised. "Oh shit," she said. "That must have sounded awful." Chad shrugged -- though he agreed. "I mean," Eva continued, "you just saved my fucking life, didn't you?" Chad nodded, though with as non-committal an air as he could feign. "You just saved my fucking life, and here I am asking how I can pay you back! What a selfish bitch I am, hey?"

Chad chuckled. "I wasn't going to say. I mean, I'm also selfish. I didn't follow you to the park for your own good, you know. I followed because I wanted you..." His voice tailed off.

Eva looked down at Chad, his face still hovering before her pussy. "Here, Chad, get up and fuck my throat. I know it's no payment -- and I know I shouldn't even be thinking that way. But I am a whore, after all -- a fucked-up, violently inclined, incestuous orphan nigger whore -- no, don't object: it's true, it's all true. But you saved me, you rescued me, and I know you fancy me -- though of course you'll never admit it. We haven't long before our afternoon class -- so we certainly don't have the time to discuss our relationship now. And we're fuckers -- remember? We're supposed to believe that fucking, rather than introspection, is the answer to all life's problems. So..." Eva stood up, climbed onto the worktop, perched her bottom in the Butler sink and leant back, dangling her head upside-down over the edge of the counter and opening her mouth in invitation. "Fuck my skull, white dipshit. I've got a GM throat: you can go as deep as you like. You'll like it, I promise!"

Chad stood, laughing. "OK, 'violently inclined' orphan whore. Just don't get all violent with my cock while it's down your throat, will you?"

"You treat me good, 'Eight-and-a-Half', and I'll treat you good. That's the Enlightenment. It's transactional: you fuck me nice, I fuck you nice. That's called 'moral philosophy'," she smirked. "Come on, now -- aaaaah..." She opened her mouth wide again in renewed invitation.

Chad stood obediently behind Eva's upside-down head. His cock was still hard from having eaten her out, and a glob of unwiped pre-cum gleamed at its tip. He had never fucked a girl deep in the throat before, and was a bit nervous as to how to do it. So instead, he began to slowly probe her mouth with his cockhead, first pushing it gently sideways into each of her cheeks in turn and smiling at the slightly comic look it gave her.

"You 'i'e 'y ni'er 'hi'un' 'ace?" Eva's words were rendered incomprehensible by the size of Chad's cock pressing down on her tongue.

"Sorry?" He paused his face-fucking and pulled out, leaving a long dribble of spit down her nose and into her eyes.

"I said, 'You like my nigger chipmunk face?'" she teased, sticking her tongue into one of her cheeks to demonstrate. He laughed, but tried not to.

"Or my nigger fishface?" she continued, sucking her cheeks in till her lips made a figure of eight. "Or my nigger monkey face?" she went on, bloating her cheeks and going cross-eyed. Now he was laughing without restraint -- and she liked it.

"But best of all, here's my nigger throatfuck instruction face; and once I make it you have to obey, OK, white boy? All the way in in one go -- promise?"

"Cross my cock and hope to die," he assured her.

And so she opened her mouth wide again, leaning all the way back so he could see right past her tonsils. Obediently, he slid his cock back into her mouth, this time all the way in, and soon he was slowly fucking Eva's throat with the full length of his cock. As it slid in, it formed a bulge which gradually worked its way down some eight inches of her neck -- like a rat being swallowed by a python -- until his balls gently caressed her nose. As his cock slid out, it brought great strings of slime with it, which dribbled obscenely down face.

"Oh Eva, so good, so good!" he marvelled, as she reached back to grab his thighs and pull his cock even deeper into her and hold it there. He could feel her throat spasming, her gag reflex perfectly controlled so as to caress and squeeze and stroke his cockhead, until he felt his cum begin to rise up his shaft.

She felt it too, felt his cock stiffen and thicken in her face, and she knew what she wanted. And so she held him tight, tight with her hands, tight with her throat, tight with her lips around the root of his cock, until he exploded deep inside her and she felt spurt after spurt of hot cum shoot down her gullet. She swallowed.

Chad was still panting with pleasure as he slowly withdrew his cock from Eva's upside-down face. She tightened her throat as he did so, sucking the last few drops of cum from him so that his cock emerged clean, warm, and glistening with a thin layer of saliva. "Oh fuck," he muttered in ecstasy, "oh fuck..."

"So, are we quits now, Mister Eight-and-a-Half?" Eva sniggered.

Chad wanted to say more than he knew how to say. Somewhere deep inside him he wanted to yell at her to stop being so fucking cynical, to stop trying to protect herself from him, to stop turning everything into a fucking joke, to stop pretending that nothing mattered, to... But he ran out of imagined remonstrations, as he looked down and marvelled again at her pretty face, even as she turned over and sat up in her Butler sink, spit and slime smeared across her lips, nose, cheeks and chin, a knowing but defiant smile on her face. So, all he said was, "Yeah..."

"We'd better get back to class, then, hadn't we?" she said, gesturing around her. Suddenly he noticed that the entire restroom area was empty apart from them, everyone else having returned to their lectures some minutes ago.

"Uh... yeah..." Chad didn't know what to say. "Uh... Eva?"

"Yeah?" she responded sharply, almost daring him to say more.

He paused. "Nah... nothing..."

"Yeah," she nodded. "Nothing. That's good."

And they walked hand in hand out the door.

POSTSCRIPT

Dear Reader,

There is more, much more, to the story of Eva and Chad and Rob. But this first episode ends here. If you would like to learn about the next stage in their lives, in and out of the Royal Academy of Fucking, I suggest you start with GrushaVashnadze's novel Alison Goes to London.

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