Isobel 6 - Blacked and Bred

V2 - 'Where the fuck this one been hiding - need to see more of her.' Tick mark.

M6 - 'Might be the best of a real good year.' Tick mark.

B3 - 'This one is made for the Black man.' Tick mark.

M1 - 'Just my type - consider my crew very interested.' Tick mark

S1 - 'Potential for sure but small titties and how's her attitude?'

Mc - 'They ain't so small and her attitude is good.'

S1 - 'Well if she proves it by trading up then she gets a tick.'

H1 - 'Shit man did you ever see a girl and not what her to have bigger tits?'

S1 - 'White girls always look best with real big titties.'

H1 - 'True - but this one got a donk on her. Fucking made to take Black cock.' Tick mark.

V2 - 'Don't look the type to give her booty up to us niggas.'

B5 - 'Just makes it better when they do. Love to fuck that ass of hers.' Tick mark

S4 - 'White girl needs to be all holes available. Gotta keep her men happy. She up for that M?'

Mc - 'Early days.'

OG - 'Fuckers ain't got no sense. Booty waits till you filled that sweet flat belly out full. Knock the bitch up first and then think about tapping that booty.'

S4 - 'Means nothing if bitch all whitebread and shit.'

OG - 'I've looked into this one's eyes and had that sweet whooty dancing for me. She might not know it all the way yet but she a prime piece in the making. A slut finding out all she for is to please the Black man, make him hard and take his cum. Whenever and wherever her men want. Good enough for ya?'

S4 - Tick mark.

V2 - Tick mark

B3 - 'If OG approves then that's good enough for me.' Tick mark.

S5 - 'Bitch won't look so whitebread once she got a little nigga swelling out her belly.' Tick mark.

V3 - 'Thass a deal. Sweet piece needs a Black baby-daddy.' Tick mark.

***

So it went on - on and on - the comments written under her pictures. Men who wanted to fuck her, to knock her up, to own her. It had been intense reading their comments about her friend Zoe but reading them and knowing they were talking about her. That took things to a whole new level. Daunting for sure but also exciting.

It shouldn't be - she knew that well enough. The crass crudity of some of the comments, the objectification of her body and self, her reduction to a mere sexual plaything of these men. A focus first for their fantasies, then their desires and finally, as she could no longer doubt, for their planned reality. Becoming part of the contest with all that was implied by that.

She wasn't supposed to be doing this. Any of this. She was Isobel Denver and women like her didn't do this. The thoughts flashed through her brain even as she was scrolling back up to the top of the screen. She was wearing a skirt just like Mack liked. Now she also appreciated one of the benefits of following his preferences. She could easily slip off her panties and her fingers could find her pussy as she read all of those crass crude comments through again, but slower this time.

She had needed that touch and her breath quickly began to come in ragged gasps. Her excitement making it easy, fluid. She could put faces to some of those labels. 'Mc' was Mack - her Black Master, the man who had recruited Zoe and then her into this whole thing. The man who was training them and leading them down the wondrous rabbit hole of interracial desire. 'M1' was DeSean, the intensely attractive African-American leader of the Madison crew. It was impossible not to be pleased and excited by his expression of interest in her.

'H1' was Jerome, the leader of the Heights crew. An intensely confident and dominant Black man who had already collared Zoe and claimed her for the upcoming contest. The thought of what Jerome had planned for the blonde only made Isobel's fingers move faster in her wet pussy. If only Jerome was here now - she'd willingly take that collar too. Take it and do her best to earn the privilege of wearing it. Jerome was a man who knew what he wanted and just how to get it.

'S1' had to be the leader of the Stratford crew, coming out of another of the more tough areas of an already notorious city. Just as was with the Heights the videos coming out from the Stratford Crew tended to have an edge to them. A lot of crude talk and enough raw action to prove their words weren't just hot air. Just as he wanted proof that Isobel herself wasn't a mere wannabe. The proof Zoe had already provided and that Isobel knew, in that moment, she would never deny them.

She could identify another of the labels too. 'OG' - the poster who had been the most blatant in his desire to fuck her, to make her pregnant with a Black man's baby. He had given himself away with one of those posts. She lived in the modern world and she had met or worked with many African-American men, both in California and here. However, the number she had lap-danced for could be counted on two fingers and only one of them had looked into her eyes like that, had read her very soul. 'OG' was Sly, the old man from the auto shop.

Sly had been involved in the Contest from its beginnings. She had seen proof of that and also proof that he didn't just talk about knocking up white girls - he did it. Or at least he had done it. The Contest had apparently been held 38 times and Sly hadn't been a teenager even back then. He had to be in his late sixties at the youngest. He couldn't still expect to knock up young white girls could he?

"She is fucking fly man - I tell you this one could get me out of retirement!"

Her fingers paused for a moment as she remembered those words. They had gone over her head at the time but now, in a moment of blinding clarity, she understood them perfectly. Isobel closed her eyes and her fingers resumed their work, more urgently as she remembered how Sly had looked at her. Remembered also that big bulge that she had rubbed her butt against as she lap-danced for him.

She could hear her fingers work now, her pussy's warmth and wetness expressing itself. Her arousal and desire were undeniable. It didn't matter what she was supposed to do and what she was not supposed to do. All that mattered was where she was and how she felt now. Never mind why or how - this was her real self and this was what she needed.

'Would you give me to Sly Mack - would you let that old man try to put his baby in my belly? Would you? Would you let him try to knock me up?' The thought surged into her brain with such power she almost believed it could have been telepathically communicated to her Black master. She stopped and opened her draw, took out the big Black dildo that Mack had sent her, the one modelled on a Black porn performer.

It had always seemed way too big to play with but now nothing else would do. She knew that Mack, Jerome and Sly were all big men. Not maybe as big as this toy but they were the real thing, full of blood and seed, with behind them a dominant Black man's mind and his demands. She had to be ready for them. The 'Julius Flint II' slid snugly into her well lubricated pussy. She gasped and then began to fuck herself with it. It felt good, really good, so she kept pushing and working until her fingers were at the entrance of her cunt again. Now she was full - as full as she would be with Mac or Sly. Except this was just a toy unable to fuck her unless at her direction. This couldn't surprise her and this couldn't fill her with potent African seed. You played games with toys and she was getting tired of just playing games. She visualised herself with Mac and Sly - just like the women in those pictures from long ago. She imagined herself being fucked by them, being filled by them, finding out the consequences of giving herself to such dominant, potent, men.

She put a hand to her mouth to try to stifle her cries as she orgasmed and orgasmed hard. Harder than she could ever remember. Still felling that big toy in her and knowing full well what it was a precursor for.

It was an intense fantasy and it took her a while to come down from its effects. She went and fetched herself a drink. Not water or juice - a real drink. She needed to feel the little burn of alcohol.

She really should go to bed - she knew that. However, she wanted to go check that latest set of messages again. First her own and then Zoe's. There was an additional message at the end of Zoe's latest video thread.

'Zoe - Tonight was amazing. So great! Video will be up tomorrow with luck. Hope we all got the job done. Can't imagine what that feels like but I really want to find out. If I don't win the contest then it might be worth it to find out!'

There were no responses to that yet. It could only have posted in the last few moments. What had her young friend been doing over in the big bad city? Isobel felt a sense of excitement building in her again. Zoe might find she was biting off a little more than she could comfortably chew. These men weren't playing games and they made no secret of all they had planned for Zoe. Isobel checked herself and corrected that thought. All they had planned for Zoe and also for herself.

Isobel came to a decision and closed her lap-top. She needed to sleep. Which was fine - except it was then that the dreams came.

***

"All well my brotha!"

That was the voice of Jerome coming through her speaker - Isobel would know it anywhere. He was obviously carrying the phone or the camera.

Two coal-black fists met in a gesture of greeting and recognition. "Bitch is doing just fine. Five niggas pulling a train on her and she just squealing and howling for more. Remember when she was a sweet, innocent, little thing?"

Jerome laughed. "Sweet and innocent don't pay the bills and she about to have some extra expenses."

The men laughed as only men supremely confident in getting just exactly what they wanted laughed. Even the sound of it made Isobel need to take a hold on herself. Well, to be truthful, to move her hand to a very particular part of herself.

Jerome moved on into a large room. The building was almost open-plan. You could see that immediately. Two open spaces connected this room to another equally large one. There were three other men in this room, all grouped by the wall close to one of those openings. Through the openings you could see other men. Some were naked and stroking their cocks while others were moving around with cameras and phones. There were reflectors set up to catch and direct the light. Isobel had seen those before - placed to get the right light when they had been filming short videos in college. She didn't need telling what was happening in that other room even though the focus of activity, of all those men's attention, was hidden from her at present.

She also didn't need to register that all of the men, clothed or unclothed, in this room or the other, were dark-skinned African Americans. That didn't need to be noticed - that was the way things were.

Jerome moved forward to the little cluster of clothed men in the first room. At their center was a smaller form, towered over by the big Black men.

That only made sense as Isobel knew. Zoe was a few inches shorter even than she was herself. At the center of those men she was enjoying all of their attention. You could see that right away. The sparkle in her wide eyes, the slight flush on her pale cheeks, the way she was holding her body and the way she was reacting to each man's comments. Trying to share her attention among them all - trying to savour every bit of their obvious interest in her and desire for her.

How couldn't they be interested in her? How couldn't they desire her? Zoe looked truly beautiful at that moment. She had it all. Not just the good looks but also the enthusiasm, the excitement that radiated from her. Was there also a little something else that had to draw men like this to her. The impression that here was a young woman out of her depth but who had no idea by just how far?

Isobel felt her body tense at that thought. Zoe could always pull off the 'innocent' look even if apparently it wasn't always deserved. Contrasting her youthful freshness with these men, older and distinctly blue-collar, just made it all the more intense. Anyway - it wasn't like Isobel could stop this. It had all already happened and that last message suggested Zoe had no problem with how things had worked out.

There was no need to be worried about this - no need to feel any responsibility for not putting a stop to it. Everyone involved was an adult, able to make their own decisions. Isobel's decision at that moment was to quickly reach out and grab her big black dildo. She added some lube, her eyes still fixed on the screen, but it probably wasn't necessary. That thick, if fake, black cock slid easily into her at the first push. Now she could really enjoy the show.

"My collar looks good on you. You been through there yet?" Jerome's voice was imperious, commanding.

Zoe was wearing a jacket but with its neck open so that her collar was visible, black leather stark against the milk-white skin of her neck. "No sir - I've stayed here like you told me."

"She's been a good girl," said one of the other men, most notable for his black beard.

"Won't be that for long with my collar on her." Jerome's response drew a wave of laughter from the other men. "Now then little slut you been doing right by my friends here?"

Zoe had been trying to join in with the laughter. Now her attention was brought sharply to the men around her. She knew that her collar didn't just signify Jerome's ownership of her; it meant she was owned by the whole Heights crew. In the contest she would be at the beck-and-call of every one of them. By the look on her face it was clear that the prospect daunted her but also excited her.

One of the men tapped her on the shoulder and she nervously smiled at him as he left her to go into the other room, pulling his top up over his head as he did so. A wave of noise came out of the other room, perhaps to greet him or maybe as a coincidence. Cheers of men and a loud female cry, half scream and half joyous release.

"She's fresh - new to all this. So don't take offence at her being a little shy and a lot over-dressed. We gonna be training her up good." Jerome's dark fingers reached for Zoe's chin and his thumb eased her face up a little. Then his hand moved slowly across the pale skin of her neck. His fingers tightening gently on her just above his collar. The other men muttered their approval, their eyes devouring the young white piece. Each one of them, without doubt, wishing she was in the next room.

Zoe swallowed nervously and licked her lips.

Jerome laughed a low laugh as he let the little blonde slut go, a laugh with precious little humor in it. "Seen anything like this before little slut?" She shook her head in response. "You'll get used to it. Thass just the way we roll. Sometimes little sluts like the ones next door need some extra attention to get them where they need to be. You know what we doing here?"

"A party," said Zoe with a nervous giggle.

"Special sort of party. Kind of a thing with the Heights crew."

"The winning crew," grunted another of the men who looked like a Black biker. A big man in his late forties with a prominent belly and limbs like tree trunks. Zoe looked at him with more interest - understood that this man as least was another of the Heights men. Another of her Black Masters.

"Fuck yeah we are," said Jerome, "We win because we pick the best little bitches, the elite. They score the highest-level points for us. All but two of our drafted sluts did just that this time. Contest might be over but the little sluts next door are going to keep our record a perfect 100%."

"Don't worry baby," a man with a wicked scar down the left side of his face and an even more wicked smile stroked a dark finger down Zoe's pale cheek. "We can arrange as many of these as it takes and we got plenty of friends wanting in on the action. Heights got a reputation for these things and fine little sluts like you gonna make sure we keep it."

Jerome laughed again but this time he did sound amused. "Careful bro or you gonna scare our new little slut. You regretting your choices already slut?"

"No - no - not at all!" The rush to enunciate the words left no doubt as to their truth.

There was another cheer of deep male voices from the other room. A slight rhythmical noise from in there had ceased but almost before anyone had noticed the fact it started up again.

A man emerged from the other room. He was doing up his pants.

"How they doing Clyde?" The man with the scar had asked the question.

"Couple of fucking fine white sluts. Dunno where you brothas find them. Look all cute and shit but they see a Black dick and they creaming. The brunette been yelling for us to get the job done. I dropped my load - I figure it won't be no problem."

Scarface nodded and then wandered over into the other room, undoing his belt as he did so.

"You know who he's talking about don't you little slut?" Jerome shot the question at Zoe.

She nodded and her chin dropped a little.

The big biker guy looked very pleased with himself. "No matter how much you tell them they all think we gotta be frontin' or somethin'. Well - you getting the idea we're the real deal by now? Looking all nervous and whitebread there girl, think you gonna measure up to being our slut? Gonna be a whole lot of Black cock resizing them holes. All of them holes. Training you up like you need to be if you gonna try to roll in our hood. You got a look to draw all the nastiest niggas from miles around."

Jerome's finger complacently tapped Zoe's collar. "She's made her decision. You doing like I told you little slut? I know it's gotta be difficult for a cute little white ho like you."

"Yes Master,"

"No sex until the contest starts."

"No Master."

"Not even a hand-job - what happened to that cracka boyfriend you had?"

"I dumped him - he wouldn't understand... about this."

"What the fuck has it go to do with any limp-dicked cracka? You way too fine for them anyway. Premium pieces like you are reserved for the Black man - you know that don't you?" That was the Biker talking.

"Yes Master - no fucking until the contest and no cracka dick ever - even for a hand-job. I understand Master."

"Thaass what I like to hear! She's a cute little whore ain't she!" Two more dark-skinned Black men had arrived and after talking to the doorman had come to join the two men with Zoe.

There was another round of cheering next door. The Biker brotha heaved his bulk away from the wall and set off for the other room. A man would leave there soon. Isobel knew that, whether the camera caught him or not. There was a slow but steady stream of fresh Black men moving through into that other room. Ready to enjoy what lay beyond that wall. Isobel knew what that would be and she knew Isobel did too.

"These two ain't with my crew - they my 'guests' here. Now you know a man needs to treat his guests good don't you little slut? Needs to provide entertainment," he glanced in the direction for the other room, "needs to provide an appetizer too." Now he looked straight into Zoe's perfect blue eyes as she looked up at him.

He said no more but he didn't need to. Zoe moved her pale hands to the zipper of her jacket and pulled it down

"Fuck there - thass what I'm talking about." The man closest to her moved his dark hand up to cup Zoe's breast through her thin top. His friend was well-dressed and had more of a businessman look to him. He moved behind the young blonde and helped her off with her jacket. All very gentlemanly but the end result was that she was losing her clothes.

The first man was groping both her breasts now. His thumbs teasing the bumps her hard nipples made through the thin material of her top. "These are some fine titties - I'd have sworn they was naturals."

"The man knows his business - they the best money can buy," said Jerome wryly. "In time I'll take her back over there for another upgrade but just for now they are all good. Get that top off little slut. Let the men see them fine new titties."

Zoe pulled up her top and revealed her pale, flat, belly.

"Woah - just look at that. " The second man stoked his dark fingers over the newly-exposed pale skin. "Ain't that pretty but it surely means we need this one in the next room."

"In time," said Jerome, "in time."

Zoe just completed taking off her top and then looked from man to man. They moved in front and behind her. Dark hands fondling her breasts and her butt. She seemed to shiver at their touch but that wasn't out of fear or discomfort. It was pure excitement, Isobel knew that just from watching the way her friend stood and the way she looked at the men.

"FUCK," came a half-growl, half-shout from the other room. A woman cried out and then there was another wave of cheers, whistles and crude comments.

The businessman-type abandoned his post squeezing Zoe's tight little rear end and headed into the other room. It didn't matter because another three men had just cleared the man at the door. They greeted Jerome and then made a beeline for Zoe. A cute topless little white bitch was clearly no great surprise here but she was fresh around here and even better she looked it.

"Let a brotha get his share," said a big and frankly fat man in his late thirties, sweat on his face and with a bald head contrasting with his dark beard. He moved in to fondle Zoe's breasts and squeeze her long sensitive nipples. He chuckled when she reacted to the sensations produced. "Surprised you ain't got this one to Izeye," he said to Jerome, "these fuckas were made to be pierced."

"In time," Jerome again complacently responded, "in time."

"Flat-assed white bitch but they real nice titties. Tell me bitch you got any friends with a real booty to them?" That was another of the new arrivals.

"I do know someone," said Zoe as she leaned back into the big Black guy behind her. He was kissing her neck and rubbing himself against her butt. She didn't seem to have a problem with it.

"Your little bitch got no manners." That was the last of the new arrivals. Late twenties and with a fierce swagger to everything he did. "Over in Madison we got our hos trained better. This one should be on her knees and sucking Black cock by now."

Zoe turned and looked at Jerome. Did she expect support or was she maybe checking for approval?

"Black man just told you to get to sucking cock little slut," was all he said, "you know what's expected." He said it as if it meant nothing. As if sucking a succession of Black strangers' cocks was no big deal for a white girl. Presumably because, around Jerome, it wasn't.

"Bitch is wearing pants. Wanna see that booty first." That was growled by yet another new arrival.

Zoe had a tight pair of jeans on. She looked to her Black Master again.

"She got pants on because that pussy's off limits for now. She's with my crew for the contest. Fuck it - get them jeans off girl. Show these men what me and my bros are going to be enjoying."

Zoe didn't hesitant once ordered, or should that be given permission. She turned and sexily wriggled her jeans down over the curve of her bottom. She paused a moment and then reached back to squeeze her own butt cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties and the movement made her shaved white pussy blossom a little. Did the camera catch a hint of moisture there?

"Not much of a booty but that looks like a sweet white pussy. Seems like this little bitch is a naughty one too." There was an edge of desire in the man's voice, also of appreciation. Zoe looked at him and she had a look on her face that Isobel hadn't seen before.

What was it like to be in that room - showing yourself to a group of Black strangers or rather to a lot of groups of Black strangers? Knowing what was going on in that next door room. Knowing that at a signal from Jerome the men would take you through that door with all that entailed. Knowing that you wouldn't object, let alone resist, knowing that it was what you were made for. Knowing just what Zoe knew at that moment - what that expression on her face told anyone who knew.

"Fuck - Fuuck - FUUUCK - FUUUUUCCKK - FUUUUUUUCCCCKK!" Isobel felt her legs spasm, felt moisture, a lot of moisture, around that monster of a toy, felt herself cum as hard as she could remember. Just at the idea of it and Zoe had actually been there! She kept the big Black dildo pushing in and out of her pussy as her other hand worked her clit.

On screen two more men walked out of that other room. They had their pants on and were pulling their tops over their heads. One joked with the men around Zoe. "If you're late then you wait. Don't worry the rest of us have got the job done! See ya later."

"You getting yo nut Jay?" One of the waiting men asked.

"Nah," said Jerome complacently, "I'm good. Got to nut in each of them before we really got started. Warming them up for you. You ever get two horny little white hos like that just put one on the other and fuck 'em in turn. When you about ready to blow just pump a couple in one and then pull out and give the rest to the other bitch. Double the fun and about the only time this nigga ever pulls out of a white slut."

He turned his camera and now Isobel could see Zoe. The jeans had gone now and she was seated on the arm of a couch. The rude man from earlier was in front of her and he had stripped off his shirt to reveal a dark muscular and heavily tattooed torso. His sweatpants had been pulled down to reveal a sizable coal-Black cock. Zoe was sucking him - her pale hands obvious against the dark of his flesh, her blonde head bobbing up and down his shaft

The dam-gates seemed to break at that. Men weren't waiting to go next door to ditch their clothes any more. Soon there were four basically naked Black men surrounding the small white form of Zoe. She was moving her head from Black cock to Black cock, using her hands to stimulate one or two more at a time. The polite man from earlier was on her knees before her with his face buried between her legs. Black fingers roamed over her pale skin, Black mouths kissed and sucked at her enhanced white-girl titties. Black eyes roamed and devoured and desired.

"Fuck it Jerome - this one is something special. Girl you got any friends just like you but with a bigger booty?" A different group of men but that same question. Now this group laughed, perhaps jeered was the better description.

Zoe didn't seem to care - her eyes were wide and sparking again, betraying her excitement. She took the latest Black cock from her mouth. "You like redheads?"

"Love fucking me a ginger!"

"I think I know someone you'd all like." Zoe laughed to herself, a strangely light and joyous sound in the surroundings. Then she was back to sucking that Big Black Cock - or was it a different one, there had been a lot.

"She's a bad one." laughed a man.

"She's a natural," corrected Jerome. "Didn't hardly need no training. A few days too young for the contest last time but that didn't stop her turning one of her friends out. The one she just been talking about - that's some kind of a relative. I seen her - real fine but needs bigger titties. Just like this one did. Maybe soon we'll have kissing cousins in the next room there for you all. Interested?"

The five guys loudly confirmed that they were more than just interested.

"Keep in touch them. I can guarantee this little white ho will be available soon as we got that contest won again."

Zoe just kept sucking and stroking and serving. However, Isobel hardly noticed anymore. She knew who they had been talking about. She knew how that made her feel and she also knew what she had to do.

"About time to close up," Jerome said to the man at the door.

As he went to do so a last man heaved his way into their room and passed something to him. The last arrival was big, not tall but almost round. His sweating face was a deep blue-Black, his eyes like dark pebbles in a sea of flab. He dumped his shirt before the man at the door had even closed it behind him. It revealed rolls of fat dark flesh that seemed to cascade down his body. He kicked off his pants and his cock was already hard. Not a particularly Big Black Cock and it was sort of dwarfed by rolls of flab but Zoe still beckoned him closer and soon she was sucking his cock.

"Left it late man," commented Jerome.

"Fuck it," panted the big man as he rested a hand of big fat fingers on Zoe's head, "been out collecting and shit. This one is nice - alright if I bust my nut in her?"

The blonde head did not pause - Zoe just kept sucking. Was she excited by the prospect - that surely wasn't possible. Was it just that it was for her Master to decide and not her?

"Not today Clyde," said Jerome, "but I'll let you know soon as she is available. I think this little slut likes the idea."

Fingers tightened in blonde hair and Clyde pulled Zoe's head from his cock. She gasped in surprise and no doubt a little pain. It was hard to tell Clyde's age - all of that fat could be deceptive. Now he looked into the young white girl's face with a leer. "That right girl - you want to have this big fat nigga fuck ya?"

"Yes please sir." The words were clear and unforced.

Clyde just laughed. "Dumb whores are all the same. Anyway I can guarantee you gonna be getting your wish girl. See if I can't plant a little Clyde in that lily-white belly. Now get back to sucking my cock."

She did just that but by now Clyde was the last man with her. Finally it was his turn to go through to the next room. Maybe there had been a pre-arrangement or a signal between him and Jerome but Clyde just grasped Zoe's wrist and pulled her with him as he went through into the other room. The forward motion of his Black bulk leaving her little choice but to go with him. Jerome, with his camera, followed them.

On a bed to one side, well lit, was a woman. She was blonde and in her late twenties or early thirties and she was lying back on the bare sheets, looking at the ceiling with almost glazed eyes. There was cum on her face, in her hair and over her large breasts. She shifted her legs up a little and the camera zoomed in on a well-fucked pussy, a white pussy full and brimming over with Black seed. Her hand idly played with herself, the light glinting on her wedding ring.

Jerome patted the woman on the shoulder. "You done well girl."

Then he went to the other bed in that large space. Two men with cameras were catching all of the action, a man was putting on his pants and the last of the evening's attendees was taking his turn.

This second girl just seemed to be engulfed in Black flesh. Hanging on for dear life as Clyde fucked her hard and fast. Zoe stood next to them, naked and with her hands playing with her own pussy.

Jerome brought his camera in to focus on the second girl's face, pinned there under the weight of the man on top of her.

"Ugh - Ugh - Ugh," her tired moans were beating out the rhythmn of the fat man's thrusts. Isobel hardly heard them. She knew this girl - she had seen her before. Seen her on a video where she was picked up, nervous and excited, at a train station. Sneaking away from her white boy to try Black cock. Now, less than nine months later, she was here.

Nine months. The thought of that time-span spent a new surge of excitement through Isobel. She now understood this was all about making sure Julie's next nine months changed her life even more fundamentally than the last nine had.

"Fucking white whore," grunted the fat man.

"Yeah," gasped Julie.

"Taking all this nigga nut."

"Yeah."

"You on the pill slut?"

"No - never."

"Knocking you up you dumb ho."

"Fuck yeah - make it count." Tired white legs tried to wrap themselves around his bulk but his sweat made him slippery and he was left to roar out his triumph as he arched his back and powered his potent load deep into her.

There was some chance he'd have a coronary but finally the fat man rolled off his whore and began to mop his face before collecting his clothes.

Julie just lay there ridden hard and used up, at least for today. Just like the other woman she gazed up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in badly-needed oxygen. Was she aware of her surroundings any more? Had she been aware of anything for a while except the latest Black cock plowing her pussy, the latest heavy load of seed dumped in her pussy?

It hadn't all gone there. Just as with the other woman there was cum all over Julie. One eye was seriously blood-shot and cum stuck in her hair and had dried on her cheeks. Sweat and cum was all over her body too but most had gone where it was needed. Deep into her receptive body. Only a small part of that total potent load escaping to coat her pussy lips and thighs.

"Got a friend to see you little slut." Jerome was talking to Julie now but clearly it was easier to just call all of his white girls 'little slut'.

You could see Julie make a mental effort to focus, to grasp what he was saying. She was obviously bone-tired, exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Got your friend Zoe here."

Now Julie's eyes did open all the way, one perfect and clear the other blood-shot from a Black stranger's semen. Her brown hair was plastered onto her face, held there by cum and sweat. She stared at Zoe who just smiled that naughty girl smile of hers.

"You ever wondered how we knew about them fantasies of yours. All them fantasies you done lived out since you met us. You ever wonder who let us know about you? You ever wonder how we knew just what buttons we had to press to get you where you needed to be." He gestured at Julie with his hand. "To get you where you is now. You ever wondered?"

There it was. The silver joyous tinkling laugh of Zoe. A sound of such innocence and joy.

Even in her current state Julie managed to process that - especially that laugh. She turned her head and finally recognized Zoe.

"How? Why?" There was no accusation in the words - Julie was gone way too far to think in those terms anymore.

"I was two weeks short of twenty-one when the last contest started so I couldn't play." Zoe adopted a mock-pout. "So, since I found out early, I had time to work out another cute little plaything for my Black masters. It was so good that we shared so much as friends with benefits. All those little secrets and naughty desires." There was that laugh again. "Now I get to start the contest with another 100 points in the bank - for recruiting a white girl. Shame you are just a friend and not a relative because that would be 200 points."

Jerome's dark finger stroked the one part of Julie's cheek that wasn't encrusted in cum. "So you helped us win last time and you already helping Heights win next time too. Proud of you girl."

Julie looked straight at him and straight into the lens of the phone he held. What was in that look? Pride. Devotion. Worship. There was no doubt that Julie had been trained up good.

"Look at you girl." His voice was smooth, seductive. "Satisfying all my friends - making your Master proud. What happened to that white boy of yours?"

"Don't know - Don't care."

"You a Black-only bitch." His finger moved to the tattoo above her pussy. The words 'BLACK' and 'ONLY' framing that familiar Queen of Spades symbol.

"Black only - Black always - Any Black."

"Condoms? Birth control?"

"Never. You know that Master."

"This your most fertile time girl?" They had to know all of this. This was clearly just for the camera's benefit. Isobel remembered someone had said about how powerful white men liked to watch such videos, would pay very heavily for the opportunity. Either with their own money or, preferably, the taxpayer's.

"All primed to make a baby Master." Julie was coming back to herself now. She could at least form sentences even if she did sound very tired.

"Got the fertile white pussy - got the potent nigga nut. Just one extra little thing needed to try to make sure of that belly of yours. You want to do it girl?"

"Yes." No hesitation or doubt in that single word. Just a determination to have the whole experience. To enjoy it all and to please and serve her Black Master.

Jerome snapped his fingers and pointed at Zoe. The young woman beamed a smile of pure joy and then moved between Julie's legs. She began to lap up all that cum that slicked Julie's thighs, used her fingers to tease her friend's abused clit and to push escaped Black seed back into her pussy. Then Zoe's mouth and lips were at Julie's pussy itself, exploring and stimulating. Savouring those fresh new tastes while working Julie the way she knew the brunette liked it.

It was working. Despite her fatigue Julie was responding to that familiar touch. She closed her eyes and her upper teeth were slightly visible as they bit gently down on her lower lip, the blood showing under the skin there, just as in her cheeks. Her muscles started to tense in her neck and then became more and more rigid. Her hands held the blonde hair of her friend as Zoe used her tongue and fingers to claim her reward.

Jerome's voice still had that unusual, seductive, tone. Coaxing them on to complete matters as he wanted and intended. "Gotta let yourself go girl. Let yourself cum on this blonde slut's tongue. Supposed to help that nigga nut get where your little white egg is. So I've heard - can't hurt anyway can it baby. I like the idea mother nature is working hard to make sure you little white whores all get a belly full of Black baby."

Julie's neck muscles were like whip-chords now, her whole body tensed and on the edge. As his last words reached her brain she gasped and shuddered and came hard.

Zoe licked her lips as she stood, a satisfied smile on her face.

"You think you done little slut?" Jerome's voice was back to the authoritarian tone expected of a Black Master. "There's another pussy needs cleaning and priming over there."

He and Julie watched Zoe as she scampered across to the other woman. They heard the semi-protesting slurred words as the latter woke to find a beautiful young girl licking her hard-used pussy.

"You know the best thing." Jerome spoke low though in time he had to know Zoe would hear his words on the video. It already had to be obvious to all of the Black men just how much the little whore loved watching herself. "That little slut there done got you Blacked, turned out and now Black bred. Chances are today but if not then next month or the one after that..."

He held out a hand and Julie nuzzled it against her pale cheek. For all the world like a pet with her adored master. "The best thing is now you and me are going to return the favor for her. Get her Blacked, get her turned out and get her Black bred. I've known she was needing it all from the first moment I saw her."

"Afterwards I'm gonna make sure it's me putting the second little nigga in each of your bellies. I like the idea of you both with my little bastards kicking inside you at the same time. Make you both my baby-mommas. Like sorta sisters."

Julie just kept stroking her cheek on his hand but she was listening, you could tell that she heard every word.

"Yeah - I like the idea of that. It'll be real fucking hot." Jerome patted Julie's head with his free hand as he watched Zoe make the other woman cum.

***

How many times had she watched the video? Isobel couldn't remember but she had watched it a lot. In all the spare time freed up by her own Master, Mack, putting her off for two weeks.

There had been some welcome news. Well, welcome in a selfish way. Her sister's husband was being held up a little longer than expected down in Chile. Ensuring the project down there could be handed over complete and a new maintenance contract signed. So Isobel wouldn't have to find another place for a little while at least. Her sister had suggested coming back but Isobel had reassured her that everything was going well. There was no need for her to rush back and be on her own up here. She could stay with her husband - comfortable in the knowledge that all was as it should be.

Which it was - just not in the way her sister thought and certainly not in the way she might prefer.

Meanwhile it ameliorated a worry for Isobel. She was getting short of funds to find a new place by now and she couldn't seem to summon the energy to start looking anyway. She'd try to concentrate on it but other things tended to get in the way. Like watching videos and reading stories and making certain arrangements.

She'd made the initial call immediately after watching that video for the first time. Of course she hadn't exactly been thinking straight and it had been well outside of business hours. It didn't really matter. When the clinic returned her call the following morning she hadn't changed her mind and they had agreed all of the arrangements.

Two days later, courtesy of fast-tracking, she was with Dr Nikola, her procedure pre-paid courtesy of her 'account'. All went according to plan; the man's reputation was well deserved, leaving her to go through her recuperation period.

The thing about surgery is that, no matter how good the surgeon, you need time to recover. The first two weeks were the worst. She knew now why Zoe had been careful to stay away from home during that period. At least Mack had been pleased by her decision.

"Just in time baby. You should be healed up and ready for action at the start of the next contest. You checked out your page? You real near to qualifying for selection. In a couple of weeks we get some new pics, maybe a before and after comparison, then you'll be in - no doubts about it."

'Well I should fucking hope so,' Isobel thought. She remembered how sore she had been in that first week and while the scars were relatively small and already fading in intensity she would still always know they were there.

"When you qualify I'll be in touch again. This time is always the busiest for me. Getting everyone qualified and then the selections made. Now we got a crew that's half fallen apart. Finding a man who can boss a crew and make this thing competitive ain't easy. Heal up good, send me them pictures and like I say I'll be in touch."

She was left with just an image of his hand on his desktop. Not even a glimpse of his big Black cock. She wasn't foolish - she understood they were testing her commitment, perhaps also 'treating her mean to keep her keen'. It didn't make it any the easier.

***

The camera showed a street view, the buildings moving steadily past the viewer's line of sight. It was obvious that they were in a moving car.

It wasn't a good area. There were old decayed rowhouses with their doors and windows boarded up. Most stores were shuttered and those on the corners still in business were obviously largely selling liquor. Small groups of young men were on many corners too. Everywhere there were the gang tags, signalling territories and ownership.

"Not like at your fancy college or down in North Capital eh little slut?"

The lens moved and captured Zoe. Her eyes were wide - just as in that last video. However, it wasn't arousal this time. This time it was shock, perhaps even fear. Zoe was a suburban girl whatever the front she tried to put up. She'd seen pictures of places like this, even seen TV coverage, but never in real life.

"Relax little slut," the man's voice was amused, "you here with Jerome remember. Nothing's gonna happen to you unless I OK it."

Which wasn't quite the same as saying nothing was going to happen to her. The young blonde girl looked at her Black Master with a half-scared, half-hungry, look. Like a girl who knew what she wanted but also absolutely knew that it really wasn't a good idea.

"This is my town you get it? I know every section, every hood, every little border. I know there ain't none of them," he gestured with an elbow towards the latest group of young men they were passing, "could go two blocks North without trouble. Got a route map up in my brain and you need that to be cool around here."

Zoe was just looking out of the vehicle window. Her presence in the car was being noticed. She knew that. She was aware of the looks some of those young African-American men were sending her way.

"What would your parents feel about their sweet little white daughter going to the ghetto like this?"

Now Zoe looked at the driver, her Black Master, and then at his phone where it was propped on the dashboard recording them.

"My folks are cool - I mean they don't know about any of this. They aren't racists but I guess they'd be worried. My Dad especially. I guess step-Mom would be the one who'd get angry." Zoe seemed to think about that for a few moments and then she giggled.

"Yeah - fuck that," despite his crude words Jerome's voice was like smooth rich chocolate, "their baby girl is all growed up now. Able to make her own decisions."

"Yes," said Zoe.

"Also smart enough to know when to let other people make her decisions for her. Like when she in a hood like this. Out here on your own you'd seen be snapped up by all the wolves and sharks prowling round places like this See that guy over there?" He gestured with his elbow again.

Zoe looked and then craned her neck to see the figure now being left behind them. He didn't look much - a thin, aging, African-American like many others in that city.

"Thass the Fox. Runs the next few streets. Controlling the merchandise. Right until you are getting close to the Brownswill Park. Over there it's kinda beat-up."

The camera was catching Zoe's reaction to the landscape they drove past. Even the few stores had gone now. The buildings pretty much all looked abandoned though some might have been home to squatters. There were gaps in the streets left to weed-covered and garbage-strewn empty lots. If this wasn't 'beat-up' then what must that place be like?

"Does he sell - you know?"

Jerome gave a deep bass rumble of a laugh. "If he did I wouldn't be saying so on camera. But he don't. The Fox don't run powder or pills or weed - the Fox runs pussy."

Zoe's eyes widened again - this time with realization. These streets were trashed but they weren't empty. There were a couple of vehicles cruising slowly up and down and there were women on the street, in ones and twos, watching those vehicles.

"Oh," was all she said.

"Fox is OK. Running the streets ain't pretty but he's reasonable with his girls. Not like some of them young bloods from earlier. But in the end you play with the wrong people round here and you just a commodity. Pussy is the way to green and the right white pussy equals a whole lot of green. Ain't getting scared are you little slut?"

"No," the word was just a little too quickly spoken, a little too dogmatic.

"Well that's good. Just that you kinda breathing a little funny. Just remember you with Jerome - let Jerome make all the decisions and everything's gonna be good. Couldn't let a fly little bitch look you out this car alone. You know what'd happen. Nah - with Jerome you be fine - you can do just what you want to do." He loaded those last few words with obvious meaning.

Zoe looked at him and understood. She hitched her skirt up over hips and bared her naked, shaved, pussy. Her fingers went straight to work, masturbating as they cruised through the streets.

They were passing trees now.

"Thass the park," said Jerome, "got the Brownswill runs straight through it. Kinda little river you know. Other side of that park you got North Capital. Where all them yuppies live." He spat, very eloquently, out of his open car window. "But these streets belong to Bone and Bone ain't like Fox. Bone works his tricks hard - no days off and no health plan neither."

There were people by the side of the otherwise deserted and abandoned streets here too. Except that they were different. First, the faces here were mainly white; you could see that even through the massive over-applications of make-up. Second, they were dressed like street hookers, which was no surprise, but somehow something didn't quite seem right.

A tall African-American woman, dressed a little less provocatively than the rest, was talking to one of the white hookers. Something changed hands.

Jerome eased his car to a halt. The woman looked up and then waved the white hooker off approaching the car. Instead she came herself.

"Well hi Jerome - are you finally gonna party?" She really was tall, about 5'10, with a beautiful dark copper skin-tone and long straight black hair hanging down her back to her waist. She was curvy but her body was toned and athletic. She was beautiful too in an almost handsome way - at least ten or so leagues above any of the others on that street.

She looked at Zoe now and the young blonde was captivated by the woman's eyes, they were an amazing amber color. "Maybe you have brought me a present - who is this cute little thing?"

"Easy there Jas," Jerome's words were friendly but firm, "this one is for the next contest. I'm just showing her the sights."

"The contest," said Jas with a teasing smile. "You boys and your silly games. Me and my man don't go through all that foolishness to get what we want."

Jerome shrugged. "Different strokes... Anyway, business good?"

"You know it. Sooner or later they might move us out but for now the rich white boys over there," she tossed her chin over towards the park and the gentrified area beyond it, "do love coming to get their dick sucked and an ass-fuck down here. Long may it continue!" She laughed a light laugh tinged with the rasp of a smoker.

Zoe had been looking at the white hooker, then tried to get a good luck at the others to their left and right down the street. She had suddenly realised why everything had seemed a little strange.

"Now then honey if you get bored of him and playing games then come down and see me and my man." Jas gave Jerome a provocative look but the Black man stayed relaxed.

"See you around Jas."

He put his vehicle in drive and moved off again. "Known Jas for years - since she was just James. Plenty of people got problems with that but why should I care? She ain't got no eye for Black guys - she likes pussy and she likes it white. Finding girls for her and Bone. Turning out white boy cucks and twinks. Her whore there used to be the boyfriend of one of Jas and Bone's girls. Nice and feminized so the white johns can pretend they ain't fags!" Now Jerome really laughed - obviously highly amused.

He pulled his vehicle behind one of the shuttered and abandoned old rowhouses. He immediately extinguished the lights but not before four other vehicles had been momentarily revealed.

"We in the Market now. There are clubs over beyond these two streets. The rest of this is left to us folks. Five-oh may visit but they got bigger concerns than the business here. So long as the street trade is here then it ain't in the suburbs and residential zones. Down here we good and out of sight and mind for the whitebreads."

As her eyes acclimatised to the moonlight, there were no working street-lights back there, Zoe saw that each vehicle apparently had a single occupant. Then she saw movement and realised what was happening. She turned back to Jerome. He had eased his seat back and had undone his pants. Now he pulled out his cock.

"You see what all the whores do here don't ya? Well you my little white whore. So get to doing what all you whores do here."

Zoe didn't hesitate. As his big dark hand grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled it away from her face she leaned forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She felt her excitement level grow as his free hand pushed up her skirt and found her hungry pussy.

He wouldn't fuck her tonight. She knew that. She hadn't been fucked for three months. They'd make up for that when the contest started. In the meantime she had to make the most of treats like this. Her head bobbed up and down on his hard shaft as she wondered what it would feel like in her pussy, then in her ass. She hadn't done that yet but she knew these men would want it.

She pulled off his shaft and ran her tongue down his length to nuzzle and lick at his heavy balls. Heavy with all of that cum. She thought of her friend Julie. Had these balls produced that seed that had put the Black baby in her belly? Maybe - but there had been lots of other Black men there that night too. She hoped that, when it was her turn, it would be Jerome that bred her.

He let go of her hair and brought his hand down on her bare, pale, butt.

"Come on little slut - what you dreaming about? That cock ain't gonna suck itself. Gotta earn your keep like all you little white whores."

Zoe picked up the pace and the intensity. Using all that she had learned in sucking a lot of Black cock to please her Black Master. That was what it was all about. Pleasing your Black Master. Then he would keep coming back and that was what mattered more to her than anything else in the whole, wide, world.

***

"You need me to tell you what to wear? This is kinda like your finals girl. You need to impress the examiners." Mack had laughed his deep rumble of a laugh after calling her up to the selection.

Isobel knew what to expect really. It had to be something like the event when she had seen her friend Zoe selected by Jerome. Was it as a team member or was it as their property - or was it both? She wasn't sure but she hoped that she was about to find out.

She thought about that. There would be competition there on the day; she certainly knew that. It would also be the first time the crew chiefs had seen her in person. There would be girls there dressed slutty and she wasn't sure she had the ammunition in her wardrobe to compete. Besides it might be in her advantage to dress sexy but classy. The men might like that. Knowing they were taking a classy married white woman and turning her into their little slut. That was certainly a big theme of a lot of their videos. Maybe the classier the original product the more they would enjoy 'converting' her to a Black cock slut.

However, she couldn't dress too classy. Her outfit couldn't suggest she would fail to live up to her part of the bargain. She could not look like a woman 'too good' for this, a woman who might bail out after her first serious Black fucking. Milquetoast wouldn't be on the menu tonight or on any other night with men like these. Mack had taught her that much at least.

***

It was perhaps ironic that she looked forward to the selection even more because she had never been such a home-body as in the last few weeks. Outside of trips to the local store she had been taking her house-sitting duties extremely seriously to all appearances. In truth she hadn't the funds to go out much. That was also the reason she was wearing this particular outfit.

She had only ever worn it once before to a party celebrating something long forgotten. Her husband had been in a bitch of a mood, distinctly non-celebratory, had finished the evening by denouncing her for dressing like a 'slut'. As if he knew how a real slut would dress. He'd just been upset by the way other men there had looked at her.

Which made the outfit superbly suited to this occassion. A black top which covered her from neck to waist but which was thin and tight. Moulding perfectly to the curves of her breasts, waist and hips. Her denim skirt was tight and short, reaching barely half-way down her thighs. To finish off the ensemble she had a wonderful pair of Saint-Laurent Venetia knee-high heeled boots.

Mack might have been stingy with his time but he had been impeccably generous in his deliveries - like these boots. Like the silver necklace she wore over her black top, creating a very pleasing contrast. He had listened when they had discussed their preferences in clothing and he had a very good eye for what looked good on her. It was just a shame she'd had nowhere really to show the result off - until tonight.

Isobel admired herself in the full-length mirror. There would no doubt be girls there tonight younger than her; no doubt others dressed more provocatively than her. However, one thing was certain. There would be none who looked better than her, a perfect combination of class and sexuality. It was exciting to know that she could still look this good - that time and disappointments hadn't robbed her of the ability. It was even more exciting to know just what reaction her look would garner.

The initial, response, in fact, wasn't entirely positive. The young women gathered there couldn't help but see each other as competition. Most of the places with each of the six crews had already been assigned. If she intended to take part in this contest then a prospect had to make an impression now.

Isobel had expected Mack to be there but in fact it was the smooth talking DeSean, head of the Madison crew, that got the ball rolling.

"Welcome to you all and to my five fellow representatives. Each crew has one place remaining on their original roster and that prospect will be drafted tonight along with an alternate"

Isobel knew DeSean and Jerome by sight and name of course. A third man was also familiar to her from the videos. He was a big barrel-chested man in his forties, his arms covered in gaol house tattoos, who had featured in some of the roughest clips she had seen. The leader of the Stratford crew; representing an area notorious even by H-Town standards. The fourth man was unknown her to her but had to be a representative of Berry or Village. He was much smaller but very dark-skinned. A man with the sharp eyes and the complacent smile of a professional. The fifth was younger but wore heavy gold jewellery and had a gym-style physique. She might have seen the last two on videos but she had seen a lot of contest videos by now. If she had then they hadn't caught her attention like the Stratford boss had.

Last of all there was the sixth representative and he was by far the best known to Isobel - how could she not have known him? She had lap-danced for him after all. It was certainly a surprise to see him there and in a position of some authority but Sly, the old man from the auto shop, was taking it all in his stride. To her surprise he didn't acknowledge her at all. Perhaps she wasn't the only one there that he had already met.

Each of the prospects then had to step up to the front of the stage, identify themselves and then do a sort of catwalk. It was like auditioning for the amateur shows back at college in that way. The six crew representatives seated at the front as the only audience. Sometimes taking notes or taking pictures. It soon became apparent that some prospects drew more attention than others.

When it came to be Isobel's turn she marched to the front of the stage and spoke as she had been instructed to. "I am Isobel Denver and I am applying as a prospect for the next contest." She concentrated on keeping her voice level and clear, her appearance controlled and relaxed, her smile unforced and genuine.

Instantly the Stratford boss raised his phone and took her picture. Jerome and DeSean were not far behind. Sly watched her with the wicked little smile on his face that she already knew was a hallmark of his. The fifth and sixth men didn't even seem to notice her. Well you couldn't please all the people all of the time - even if she might have preferred a little less attention from the Stratford boss. None of the crews were organising vicarage tea parties but the Stratford crew were pretty intense even by the contest's standards and she just didn't find their leader at all attractive.

Her part in the process was easy. Waiting through the other twenty-three women was the bind. Standing there and knowing there could be eyes on you at any moment. Finally, the selectors consulted and read out twelve names.

"The remainder of you - I thank you for your participation. We have details of local establishments that can cater to your desires in a less formal context. We will also possibly contact you with notes regarding re-application next time. In some cases we are unsure of your continuing commitment and my colleague Mack felt a further period of reflection was in order." DeSean beamed his perfect bright smile in just exactly the appropriate way to suggest that those not progressing further should not feel rejected. Now Isobel knew why he took this job. The man was smooth as the finest silk.

Once only surviving prospects remained on stage Jerome simply barked a single word, 'Inspection.' Even as she responded Isobel noted there was also no hesitation from any of the other young women. They quickly and simply divested themselves of all of their clothing and stood in the appropriate position. Facing front with their hands behind their backs and their legs slightly apart.

Now the crew representatives stepped up onto the stage for a closer inspection. The fifth guy only seemed interested in a blonde girl with very big tits and an excited smile. Number six hadn't been hiding his interest in a redhead. Sly was doing the rounds - checking over each of the remaining girls as if he was buying a pedigree brood-mare. DeSean was doing what DeSean did - charming every woman in the place. Jerome and the boss of Stratford honed straight in onto Isobel.

"Fucking greedy ain't you Jerome," muttered the big man as he saw Jerome was on the same mission.

"Always greedy for pussy like this my man," Jerome ignored the hostility in the other's question, "first to enjoy and then to... Well let's just say she meets my requirements. She'll compliment the rest of this contest's stable nicely." He looked around himself. "A couple of the others would do almost as well Tareek but since I noticed your interest in this one I'm kind of minded to have her."

Tareek gave Jerome the sort of look that would have most men curling up into a ball in the corner. Jerome just smiled back at him. It might all be for show but there was a real edge of competition between these two. It wasn't entirely comfortable to be stuck in the middle of them.

"Let's fucking check her over before we go any further," grunted Tareek. He began to roughly maul Isobel's butt and then to fondle her breasts. "Nikola specials - I thought they looked too good to be natural." It wasn't praise or denunciation it was purely descriptive. Tareek's hands were big, dark, and strong. Despite herself, despite the fact she found the boss of the Stratford crew just a shade short of terrifying, Isobel felt her body reacting to the pressure of his fingers and thumbs. Her nipples growing long and hard.

"Thass more like it," smiled Tareek. His smile wasn't at all reassuring. "All in working order." His fingers closed on her left nipple and squeezed hard. Isobel gasped but held her position, her attention now riveted on the twin dark pools of control that were Tareek's eyes.

The big man nodded. "This one interests me. She has that little something about her that me and my crew always enjoy testing. She could break too easy of course but I think we'd get some fun out of her first."

Jerome glared back at him. "Exactly. Thing is I'm planning on teaming her with a little blonde whore I got. You know what potential a duo like that has. So it'll go to the luck of the draw I'm guessing. 50:50 between this little bitch going to the Heights or to Stratford."

"Fucking young bloods can't count. It's a one in three chance not a one in two." The voice was deep, calm and measured. It was also recognizable. The two big young crew bosses broke their mutual alpha-male staring contest and noticed the smaller figure who had joined them. "At least Tareek knows to handle the merchandise before you make a commitment. Didn't I learn you nothing Jerome. A pretty face is all very well but you gotta look out for a nice pair of titties, a nice round donk and, most important, a good attitude. Girl don't have to be easy - she just has to be easy for the right people. When you got a dime like that you know what they call her?"

"A little white slut," said Jerome.

"A sweet white ho," suggested Tareek.

"You both right but in this context you call her Sly's choice. Had her tabbed from the first time I see'd her. Since then I've just been picking my second preference - same as you youngsters should be doing right now." The old man cupped a proprietorial hand on Isobel's right butt-cheek. He was only a couple of inches taller than her but he had a certain gravitas to him, especially dressed as he was now. His oily overalls were left back at the auto shop. Now he was wearing a black suit jacket and pants over a vivid scarlet shirt.

DeSean called a halt to the inspection a few minutes later and each crew chief submitted a paper. The six men gathered around and discussed the results. Finally a pair of dice were produced and rolled to settle two points of disagreement. Then DeSean announced the results. Six of the young women were assigned to crews as their last drafts and the other six were assigned as alternates.

Isobel wasn't sure whether to be surprised, relieved or disappointed by the fact that she had indeed been drafted by the new Brewery Crew and its representative. Sly just gave her one of his half-amused looks as he collected her and the Brewery alternate, a sweet little brunette in her early twenties called Alicia.

Sly's wheels weren't exactly as flashy as those of the crew chiefs. His ride was a Toyota, strictly functional and in places looking about as old as he was. Isobel had half-expected to get the 'scenic' tour of the East of the city, as in the video with Zoe and Jerome. Instead, the nearest Sly had come to that was a flourished hand out toward some wrecked buildings and a burned-out car.

"That-a-ways is the Market. Best you keep well away from there. Ain't nothing there on the streets but raggedy-assed niggas who don't know their business. Believe me I've known all them smart cookies and they ain't worth a shit from the late and unlamented Masta Playa on down."

He finally parked up outside an unremarkable rowhouse. He approached it with a hand on the butt of each of his selections. It was hard not to remember that even with their ages combined Alicia and Isobel were still a comfortable decade behind the man who confidently marched them to their destination.

There were people on the streets. A young man seated on the high steps and an older couple further off as well as a couple of passers-by. All were African-American and they all noticed the odd trio but none expressed any sort of surprise. As if sights like that were regular occurrences out here.

Sly reached the top of the steps and rang the bell. There was a momentary pause and the young man on the steps, in his late teens, chimed in. "I know he's in - kinda reckon I know why he made sure to be now." Sly silenced him with a firm gaze of authority. It might have been true but it wasn't any youngster's place to crow about it.

The door opened a few moments later. A man in a white T-shirt and basketball shorts looked over both of the young women with an appraising eye. "You got them both man?"

"Why did you think he sent me?" Sly tapped both of the girls on their backsides with his hands and then, to their surprise, he headed back towards his vehicle.

"I'm Boyd - you'd be Isobel and Alicia." He stood back to allow a route of access into the building. "Come on in. The main man has been waiting on ya."

Alicia looked at her but Isobel didn't know what to tell her. Their ride was gone and while it wasn't the worst they had seen this neighborhood didn't seem a place to be walking this time of night.

Boyd was quite a man. He was just over six feet tall and broad-shouldered with his outfit doing nothing to hide his muscular physique. He was probably in his mid-thirties. One well-muscled arm still held open the door for them but he didn't intervene or repeat his offer. He simply stood with a half-smile on his deeply mahogany-toned face.

It was time to pee or get off the pot. Isobel flashed Boyd one of her very best 'I'm very confident and not at all nervous' smiles and reached her hand out to Alicia. The younger woman was obviously more nervous even than her but Isobel felt a certain strength in them being there together.

Alicia nodded and the two young women went in through the door and past Boyd. In front of them were a corridor off and a set of stairs leading upwards. They heard the front door firmly closed behind them and then Boyd said, "Up the stairs girls."

Half-way up the stairs Isobel glanced back to see Boyd following them with his phone in his hand. "Got a good angle back here." She knew exactly what he meant. Both she and Alicia were wearing rather short skirts. She felt the shock of realization even as she realized how ridiculous it was. These men filmed everything and an up-skirt or two would seem very weak sauce compared to what was to come. She looked back at Alicia and knew exactly the same thoughts were going through the brunette's mind.

Alicia suddenly giggled and put her hand to her mouth. The sound was infectious and Isobel couldn't help joining in. She stopped on the stairs and began to move her hips for the camera, exaggerating the movements of her butt for all the men who she knew would be watching this. Alicia followed suit - clearly Isobel wasn't the only one with a bit of an exhibitionist streak. She teased her more immediate audience. "You like that booty Boyd?"

"Looking forward to tapping both them booties. That you can believe." Boyd was smiling but his words were no joke. Probably not a euphemism either. Still they were stepped in too far to turn back now. They continued up to the top of the stairs making sure to play for the camera lens all the way.

Isobel had a pretty good idea who would be waiting for them at the top of those stairs. In truth that was why there had never been any real doubt about her going through with this. Only on reaching the door at the top did she even think about the possibility that it might not be him.

Her momentary doubts were proved false as she opened the door and saw Mack. In contrast to his man Boyd he was dressed rather formally. A dark suit with a bright red necktie. His ebony-dark skin made his smile brilliant as he stood to greet them.

"I knew Sly wouldn't let me down. I been looking forward to this." He stepped forward and took Isobel in his arms and kissed her. In that moment she knew that she had done the right thing. Then he also embraced and kissed Alicia. Isobel felt a little stab of jealousy but it dissipated like mist before a rising sun. This wasn't her old life. Such sentiments had no place here.

"You the alternate - yeah." It was more a statement than a question. Alicia nodded confirmation. "You can take a seat girl. Get an idea of what we all about here." Then Mack's attention was very firmly back on Isobel. "Me and this young lady got some business that's been long overdue. Ain't that right girl?" The last four words were almost breathed into her ear as Mack came close to her. She could feel the presence and power of him just as surely as she could feel herself melting into that realization.

"You look amazing baby - bet you had all them brothas drooling." Mack's hand had pushed up her short skirt and was at her pussy. He was blatantly claiming her as his and it wasn't as if anyone was going to deny him. Alicia was on a couch watching wide eyed. Isobel just about registered the brunette's hand disappearing down the front of her own skirt. Watching in person was no doubt a step up from just watching on video. However, Isobel knew she was another stage further on. She wasn't just watching any more - she was being.

"Let yourself be yourself baby," breathed the smooth tones of Mack, "you know what you are wanting, what you been wanting a long while."

Boyd was moving around them with his camera. Isobel barely noticed him and not just because he was moving quietly for such a big man. This was, after all, the contest and in the contest you filmed to confirm your scores. It flashed through her mind that soon she wouldn't even register such things any more. That was just the way things would be from now on.

Meanwhile she had more important things to think about. She undid Mack's pants and slipped her hand inside, feeling the big warm bulge inside his shorts. Mack just laughed and moved back to sit in his easy chair, letting his pants slide down his legs and be kicked aside. Isobel dropped down between his legs, her hands reaching for his shorts to pull them down too.

Mack shifted in his chair and while she was concentrating on stripping him she felt something around her neck and then a click. She felt the kiss of leather and knew that Mack had put his collar on her. At the same moment Mack's shorts finally gave up the struggle and slipped down to let his Big Black Cock free.

She had seen him on camera of course. It should have come as no surprise to her that he had such a beautiful cock. Nonetheless she still felt the surge of excitement through her. The feel of his collar on her, her first real-life experience of a Black cock and most of all the delicious contrast when she reached out and held him. When she felt the weight and power of him. Mack made her ex-husband and her past boyfriends seem little boys by comparison. It wasn't just the size - it was the potent masculinity embodied in that deep ebony skin-tone. She reached forward to kiss the head of his cock.

Mack's low rumble of a laugh sounded again. "Show me what you can do white girl."

Isobel put her mouth over the end of his thick shaft, letting her mouth accustom itself to his girth. There might be longer cocks out there but Mack had a good eight inches and that shaft was thick. It filled her mouth in a wonderful way and she let her tongue play around his warm skin. She began to bob her head on him, trying to take a little more of that thick shaft into her mouth each time.

She felt Mack's finger touch her big hoop ear-ring. "Yeah you a good little white girl. Got her hoops and her collar now. You know what a white girl wearing these meant back in the day? What it still means when you wear them for me?"

She just nodded as she continued sucking his cock. None of that mattered at this moment. Now all that mattered was giving pleasure to the Big Black Cock in her mouth, to its owner who was also now her owner. The connections came together perfectly in her mind as she kept sucking him and licking him. All that careful preparation in stories, videos and web chats - all blossomed and flowered into her conscious and willing submission to him. Mack was her man now.

There was movement to her left and she saw Alicia had removed her skirt to masturbate more freely. Boyd moved to her right and in her subconscious she knew why. Now he had her in the foreground sucking Black cock while Alicia was in the background fingering her pussy. That would look hot and Isobel felt a fresh surge of excitement flow through her. She knew how much Boyd's viewers would enjoy seeing that and would enjoy seeing her.

She finally took his cock out of her mouth and said, nice and clearly, "I never knew just how much I would love Black cock."

Mack put a big Black hand, on her head and pushed her back down to work. "Don't you worry girl we are gonna train you up good. My girls all get to be known for their skills. Get to be in real high demand. Now while you're busy," he turned to Alicia, "gonna help this one out of her top girl. I wanna see them fine new white titties."

Alicia had been told that she was only there to watch if that was the way that she wanted it. However, the younger woman was immediately on her feet and easing off Isobel's jacket. Then the latter had to pause a moment as Alicia pulled her tight black top up and over her head. The material wasn't even clear of her head before she felt Mack's big hands on her breasts.

"Yeah that's what I call a fine pair of white girl titties." A dark thumb nonchalantly teased her right nipple erect. "Alicia girl you look after that other titty for me while my girl here gets back to sucking my cock."

Alicia didn't seem to have a problem with that - she also apparently had rather more experience with other girls than Isobel had. Soon her mouth was sucking on Isobel's left nipple while Mack's strong fingers worked her right one. Isobel's skirt had ridden up and now she felt fingers there too as Alicia explored, teasing her pussy. It was hard to keep her concentration on the cock in her mouth as sensations came from all over her body but she did her best.

"Reckon this one is primed to fuck - what you reckon Alicia?" That was Boyd speaking for the first time from behind the camera.

"Yeah she's good and wet and ready," said Alicia. "She's just a slut for Black guys I guess."

"So whose ring is that on your finger Isobel?" Mack knew well enough - this talk was all for the cameras, for the viewers who would see this now or in the years to come.

She took his cock out of her mouth with unfeigned reluctance. She was aware of Boyd moving in to capture her face in close-up.

"It's my white husband's."

"He know you're here?"

"No."

"What'll he reckon to all this?"

"Why would that matter?"

"I think it's time we got you blacktized - you way too premium to be messing with any white boy. You ready to fuck?"

"Yeah." She almost croaked out the word. The sensations of arousal through her body had reached a new level and she understood why. It had been a long build-up but the moment was finally here.

Mack pulled her to her feet and then put her, knees first, onto his couch. Isobel heard a murmured feminine, 'oh Fuck', from her left as she felt Mack tapping his hard cock against her booty still encased in its tight skirt.

"Yeah you look good in those boots and this skirt," said Mack, "but it's time we got down to business." His strong hand grasped the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up over the generous curve of her butt. Isobel was naked underneath as he had instructed her. Even as she felt the air on her newly-exposed pussy she felt his fingers exploring. She gasped as one easily slid inside her.

"Now thass some premium white pussy," said Boyd as he filmed one and then two dark fingers sliding deep into Isobel's body.

"Don't you worry," said Mack, "this one is all primed and ready. Just crying out for all the Big Black Cock it can get - thass right ain't it girl."

"Fuck yes," groaned Isobel, "please..." She wanted to beg him to fuck her but she knew that he wanted to do it in his own good time. He knew that he had her and Boyd knew that they had her; they just intended to savour her need for them. She settled on wiggling her butt for them.

"Yeah you see that - this one is just a little white bitch on heat for Black cock." Boyd was speaking a little more quickly - betraying his pleasure at seeing Isobel's little provocative move.

"Fuck but I've known that since the first time I saw her." Mack's voice remained calm, measured and authoritative. It was everything that a Black Master's voice should be. "Sweet little piece ain't had nothing but white boys before. Brought some lube so she could get used to taking real men. Maybe I won't need it though - got us a real wet and ready white pussy here. We'll see."

Isobel tensed a little as she felt him withdraw his fingers. Then something bigger was rubbing up and down her pussy lips. His free hand moved to the small of her back and held her in position. She was going nowhere and everyone knew exactly what was about to happen. She felt the tension in her body transformed by that realization. There were no more nerves, not even much anticipation, there was only the tension of raw need, raw desire to be fucked.

She felt his body shift behind her and then his cock was pushing into her. Welcomed by a warm wet white pussy that had been waiting for this moment for way too long. Isobel gasped in pleasure and sensed Boyd moving to capture the expression on her face.

"Oh God!" That came from Alicia who was right next to them with a ringside seat. Isobel heard her and sensed that the brunette was again playing with her pussy as she watched. However, Alicia suddenly seemed much further away. For now, in these moments, all that really seemed to matter was that Big Black Cock pushing a little deeper into her at each stroke.

Soon he was fucking her with firm remorseless strokes. Letting his thick shaft claim her pussy a little more with each forward motion. She kept gasping as he filled her up so good, finally moaned when she felt the slight curve of his belly meet the proud curve of her butt.

"Oh fuck!" It was her turn now. Speaking out loud as she knew she had all of him where she needed it.

"Now we start the dance," laughed Mack as he began a rhythmn of powerful, deep, thrusts into her. His hands clamped on her butt as he fucked her good and hard as he kept fucking her until she groaned and he felt her body quiver under his strong hands.

Only then did he pull put and move her over. On her back now she was still panting for breath and looking up at him wide-eyed as he grasped her legs and pulled her back towards him. Lifting her slightly in line with his proud cock and then moving forward to push himself home. That pussy might have been white-only once but now it was greedy for his Black cock. Taking him all the way as if she had been designed purely to please him. Mack smiled and gave his first little grunt of pleasure.

"Premium white pussy," was all he said as he started fucking her hard. "You girl - suck on this one's titties again."

Alicia didn't need telling twice. Isobel moaned and shuddered again as once more the sensations seemed to come from every part of her. Complimenting and magnifying that central raw emotional one that came from her beautifully filled pussy.

Mack was just powering away and now when he spoke it was almost through gritted teeth. "Let's get this right - no more white boys."

"No - no - no white boys." Isobel gasped out between his heavy rolling thrusts into her.

"Now you Black-only."

"Yes - only want - Black cock."

"Me, my friends, anyone else I says."

"Yes - anyone - you say."

"So long as they Black."

"Yes - Only - Black."

"You gonna be real popular." He dropped her legs and pushed his heavy body over onto her. She was pinned there on the couch as he built the power and speed of his thrusts. Finally betraying just how much he'd wanted to fuck and breed his new white girl.

Isobel; was pretty much out of it now. She was just hanging onto his big body for dear life and riding the cresting waves of desire and emotion that blasted through her mind and body. Nothing had ever been like this before. She knew that and she already knew that she would desperately want more. Fortunately she knew where to find it - Mack and his friends would be keeping her busy.

She howled into his shoulder as she came hard. Then she kept howling as Mack grunted and filled her with heavy spurts of potent seed. She hadn't been on the pill or any birth control since she had split with her husband. When a real man like Mack fucked you then he wasn't going to pull out. She'd known all of that before she came here and it hadn't stopped her. Now she was full of his seed and it felt - right.

Mack had been gently moving in and out of her as she lay there. Pushing his cum deeper, ever deeper, making their route to find her vulnerable white egg ever easier. Her cycle suggested it wouldn't happen but that wasn't a certainty by any means. The thoughts didn't scare her. She'd seen the videos. Soon she'd likely be begging men like Mack to fuck her and breed her and knock her up. The idea sent a deep shiver of visceral need through her body. For the time being she would let things ride - just see what happened. There would come a time when these men would want more and she'd take that fence when she came to it. She suspected that she knew what her response would be even if she didn't quite want to formulate it into cogent, undeniable, realization yet.

He finally eased all the way off her and sat on the couch next to her. Mack's big cock was still semi-hard and now glistened with their combined juices. Alicia was looking at it like a rabbit hypnotised by a potent Black snake. Mack noticed and just snapped a finger at her before pointing downwards.

She might have come just to watch but Alicia had been quick to respond to every cue. Now she was on her knees before Mack and carefully licking his big cock clean.

"Got some news," said Mack. "Looked like we was going to be a girl short for the contest. Thass why we got you here. See how you'd react to the real thing like." Alicia looked up at him with her light blue eyes and didn't pause for a second in her worship of his cock. "I'm figuring you got what it takes. What you think Boyd?"

"I'm thinking the girl needs some of what her friend just had."

"Got get your ID girl."

Again there was no hesitation. Alicia found her jacket and produced her driver's license. Boyd focused the camera on it. "Twenty-one and four months. Alicia Parnell. Ain't you just the honey? Yeah - you just a youngster girl. Tell you what - Boyd here is gonna give you a taste and try before you buy. In the morning you can let me know whether to junk this file." His eyes moved to Isobel and met her own. "Take the phone girl and you is on camera duties for this one. Keep everything hot on screen and don't just film Boyd's ass."

Isobel took the phone, made sure it was recording properly and then began seeking good angles as Boyd took Alicia in her powerful arms and gave her a long, deep, soul kiss.

***

It had been a good night and a good morning. Waking up in the arms of Mack and then feeling his cock grow as she stroked it. Mack had, unsurprisingly, taken the hint. Now she was riding with Alicia in the back of Boyd's vehicle and feeling no regrets whatsoever. Not even with the knowledge that Mack's cum was in her - that two video files would soon be up on the internet - that everything was changed now.

She glanced at Alicia. Like her the young brunette was back in her outfit from last night. Like her she also had a Black man's seed in her. Perhaps most important of the similarities with her was the fact that Alicia was also wearing a black leather collar with Mack's name picked out in silver lettering. They were now headed back to their vehicles with a short visit to a local jeweller thrown in. Alicia now pretty much looked the part but she had to know that ear studs didn't cut it for one of Mack's girls.

"So you were at the college?" Isobel wanted to get to know her a little better - they were sort of team-mates now after all.

"I still am officially," said Alicia. "Finals aren't for a month or two yet. I'll get a pass even if my mind isn't totally on my studies!"

"So how come you found out about the contest? Did you have a Black boyfriend?"

"No," Alicia was giggling again, "I was way too vanilla for that. A real good little girl from a Christian school and a small town. It was so boring. It took me a year here before I even went to college parties. Finally I had some real fun experiences and met some really fun girls. One of them told me all about this and it just sounded so crazy. But then another friend actually took part last time and she said it was kind of surreal but also really amazing! So my friend was applying this time - now she's old enough - and a few of us decided to try to - sort of just to see if we'd get in. But once you get started in this thing - well, you know..."

Yes, Isobel certainly did know. She had a suspicion she might know something else too.

Back at her temporary home Isobel found herself checking her phone every hour or so until finally the clips were posted. There they were - two clips of her and Mack. She scrolled through them quickly. She had to admit that she did look pretty hot on screen and she never looked hotter than when Mack was fucking her good. Just watching herself had her body tingling with anticipation for the next time.

The screen went dark at the end. 'Score for Brewery confirmed - 10 points for a new recruit, 20 points for a full ID and 1 point for a creampie. Check DeSV. com for the latest confirmed score,"

Then she watched Alicia's two videos. The first, of course, she had witnessed and recorded herself. It was a little difficult not to spend half her time critiquing her own choice of camera angles. Next time she would do a better job. The second video, from that morning, was much more fun to watch. She could just relax and get out her Big Black dildo while she watched her new young friend being fucked by Boyd. She might have been vanilla once but Boyd gave her a serious work-out. As Isobel masturbated she knew that soon, perhaps tomorrow, she'd get to know what that felt like. Boyd certainly didn't seem to take any prisoners when it came to fucking. He was pounding Alicia's fresh white pussy with fierce intensity, his hand locked into her brown hair as he fucked the girl from behind. Very different to Mack and it would be fun to find out which she preferred. Hopefully both!

Finally Isobel knew where she wanted to look next. She had been sort of putting it off up to now. However, she was very curious after what Alicia had told her. That couldn't be coincidental could it?

There was no video for Zoe. Just a single message and an image labelled 'Preview.'

'Any of you muthafuckas think you can compete with the Heights? You gonna have to work real hard cos we got the bomb in our stable. On Day One she got all the standards plus -

Converting a friend (Katie) - Heights last time - 100 points

Converting a friend (Erica) - Madison now - 100 points

Converting a friend (Angela) - Village now - 100 points

Converting a friend (Alicia) - Brewery now - 100 points

Converting a relative (Isobel) - Brewery now - 200 points.

Read them and weep mutherfuckas. Ain't no niggas roll like the Heights crew roll. You all want to give up now - just send your bitches over and we'll breed them Black for ya!!!

Now our Queen ho is just chillin!'

Beneath the message was a single image. Zoe was sat back in a deep black leather sofa and she did indeed look chilled to the max. She was naked save for a tiny plaid skirt pushed up in a narrow band around her hips and a pair of heels. Her legs were up leaving her shaved pussy totally exposed to both her exploring fingers and the camera. There was cum on her thighs and on her pussy lips. It was obvious she had just been fucked and was savouring the sensation of being filled with African baby making seed. Her breasts looked amazing, each made perfect by a long, erect, pink nipple. Her long hair was even blonder than usual - a platinum blonde that was obviously fake. Zoe's eyes were closed and she was smoking a large joint as she masturbated, the camera capturing the glow of flame as she inhaled.

So Isobel had been right - in so far as she had gone. She just hadn't gone back far enough. Now she thought of the laptops left open and the passwords which had been so 'cleverly' discovered by herself. She thought of how often Zoe had left her laptop alone and right there as a temptation for her 'step-aunt'. The fact Jerome had just turned up on his motorbike and had given her that stare. Then there were Zoe's words that she had overheard when the blonds supposedly hadn't known she was there.

Isobel closed her laptop. This was all going to need some processing.

Just at that moment, however. She wasn't going to get the chance because her phone rang. On the other end she heard the slight buzz that told her it was a call from Chile.

"Hey sis - how are things up there?" It was the voice of Hayley, her sister and Zoe's step-mom.

"Oh - things are going along OK. Pretty much as usual." It was amazing how easily lies of omission could become lies of commission.

"Hey I have some big news - Paul has landed the big contract renewal and even better he's got things so set up that we won't be needed down here any longer. We are hoping to be back up there with you by the end of next week. Don't worry though we won't be kicking you out. We appreciate you making sure everything went smoothly up there. You are welcome to stay with us until you can find a new place."

"Oh that's great - I can't wait to see you both again!" She hoped she had the right degree of enthusiasm in her voice, even if it was all thoroughly fake.

By the end of next week was about ten days. That was one ticking clock. The other was counting down to the shit hitting the fan about what had been going on with Zoe - in fact with Zoë and herself. Then she needed the deposit and rent for her new place - if she could find one. Maybe spending all her time on the contest and assorted interracial fantasies hadn't been the most sensible use of her time.

How had she got herself into this total shit-show! More importantly - what should she do now? She unconsciously raised a hand to rub the back of her neck. Her fingers touched the leather of her collar.

Isobel picked up her phone again and dialled a number. Her Master would know what to do.