Conquered by My Neighbor- Ch. 12

When I ran out of pills, I made a last, desperate plea to my doctor's office. Their only response was 'Sorry, but we can't get in touch with the doctor right now, and we have no one to give you a bridging prescription. Try using condoms or if you have to, the rhythm method...' Yeah, that was helpful.

So, it was going to be up to David and nature, now. I was pretty sure that David was going to impregnate me, now, it was just a matter of when. The man had a sex drive unlike anyone I had ever had a relationship with. Even in school, the men I dated weren't as proliferate, nor were they as virile. David was bedding me at least once per day, and it was as the mood struck him. Any place, any time, and I was wide open and taking his cock. As I was his wife, he was taking full advantage of this new relationship, and we were fucking like rabbits. In his house, in my house, in the backyard, in public spaces, in the front yard, in alleys, it didn't really matter. If I didn't like the area we were in, David simply rape d me. I had no real say in the matter. He was a black man, and I was his white wife.

Every time he ejaculated, he had copious amounts of semen, too. Once, just to see in my own little test, after he tossed me on the kitchen counter and had sex with me, I waited about six hours and then gave him the best blowjob I could. I was rewarded with a tire jaw and a mouthful of his cum. It made sense, in a way, because his uncut cock was based by two testicles that felt like extra large eggs and seemed to weigh a pound or so. Each. I also made a comparison once and determined that David's ejaculate was similar to my drinking two or three ounces of water in one swallow.

So, it was not surprising when I missed my period. It took him less than a month to give me his child. Well, I am pretty sure it was his child. There were a couple of times when I got caught out, and others found me. Wearing next to nothing and seemingly alone, guys who found me usually didn't wait for consent. With one exception, these men were all black. One Hispanic guy grabbed me as I was walking in the park, as I was wearing a sundress and wedge heels, in the middle of the day. I fought him as best I could, but he was lean, mean and wiry. His cock wasn't much to write home about, and he fell out of me a few times, but he did manage to ejaculate into me.

When I got home, I was crying, and I told David what happened. He was beyond pissed, and went looking for the guy, but never found him. That day, on my evening call with Steve, I broke down and told him I had been raped. I could tell in his voice that he was angry, hurt, insulted and about thirty other emotions. He was also frustrated that he couldn't do anything about it. So, while I was taking a shower and trying to recover, my two husbands shared a phone conversation. It was a really long one. Afterwards, both men more or less left me alone for the rest of the day, and my black husband didn't try and put his cock in me. He simply held me close and drifted off to sleep after watching a couple of movies. It was the most caring and loving thing he had ever done for me.

David and I ran to the store the next day, and after waitring in long lines, finally were able to locate and buy early pregnancy tests. I only wanted a couple, one to test and one to verify. But David bought me ten of them. He looked down at me and smiled.

"When I get my wife pregnant, I want to be damn sure."

"And if that Mexican creep did?"

"We'll deal with that if it happened. So, let's get you home and to the test."

The directions said to wait at least one week for scientifically accurate results, so, I sweated out the calendar and gave David blowjobs at least twice per day. After those seven long days passed, I took the test twice. There is nothing like the relief of knowing you aren't caring the child of a stranger who rape d you. As soon as the test was completed, David took me upstairs and we made passionate love. It was during that lovely act, so caring and passionate, that I looked to him in the eyes as he lay upon me while squirting the last of his orgasm into me, and said something.

"David, you are an amazing lover, and a great man. You are making me fall in love with you."

He just smiled and kissed me lovingly and passionately. In that moment, I truly wanted to have his baby. Two weeks later, I was pregnant by him.

Once I was carrying his child, he became a man obsessed. I was being directed to wear my most slutty and revealing clothing, every where we went. Day, night, store public park, or dark alley, it didn't matter. Sometimes we had guests at David's place. My attire was just a satin cape and stilettos. I would greet them, in all of my nude glory, and they would grope my butt or crotch and molest my breasts as they entered. Then, David would cuff my wrists together, sometimes above my head, sometimes to my sides, and sometimes behind my back. Then he would either use the winch in the ceiling of the garage and stretch me upwards, or he would secure me to the bed, or use a leash on my collar and bend me over. He would fuck me in front of the others and then leave the room, leaving me to the whim and peril of the other black men. I was never without a cock in me for more than a few minutes. David was fulfilling his oath to the Black Lives Matter local chapter, and making his white wife a free-use slut!

Some of the men would forever remain strangers who I never saw more than once, and some became regulars. David was often asked if I could be 'borrowed' for a day, or a night. Shockingly David would agree sometimes. Those times were scary as Hell. I simply left me as I was dressed, again, a cape and heels, and then leash me, before offering the free end to the man wanting me. I then became his lover, slut, or whatever until I was returned. One time, I was made to walk the streets, turned into a whore. That was a busy night with no one using protection, and I was late being returned, as one 'customer' took me into his car and then drove off with me to a gang-house. There, I was whored out all night. Some of the most disgusting and detestable men violated me, and when I was finally released and sent home, the guy who had possession of me made me give him a blowjob, rather than fuck me, because he didn't want to catch anything. That scared the ever-living shit out of me.

David, for his part, was beyond pissed, and punched the guy as he was dropping me off. It was mid-afternoon, and people were all walking around and socializing. There was nothing left to do, so when I was kicked out of his car, it was obvious that Suzi the Slut had been active, rather promiscuously. I became quite the scandal and gossip source for the neighborhood and even my friends.

"Hey, Suz... What's up with you and David? He seems to be enjoying abusing you." Was one of the kinder comments made.

"Suzi, when do I get to sleep with you?" one of the married men the next street over asked me.

"Suzi, how much do you charge for a night to fuck me and my friends?"

Some of the girls got more salacious, wanting details. So, I shared what I could, told them to be damn careful around strange men, because things seemed to be getting unhinged. I told them about the Mexican guy, and that raised eyebrows. When asked, I explained about my 'marriage' and what happened there. Bree even asked about how she might be able to start getting all the black cock she wanted. So, I told her to find her own black man, or I would ask David to find one for her, but she had best be prepared, it was more than just boiling hot sex, it was a commitment. She went black not long after, and got pregnant like me, only it only took her a month. Bree actually got pregnant in front of her white husband and then arranged for her own 'black wedding'. I was a little pissed that David was invited and I wasn't, but David simply locked me to the bed and went anyway. When he came back, he fucked me within an inch of my life, and then admitted Bree was a shitty lover.

So, David and I continued to move on in our daily lives, with me as his bride and now mother of his child. COVID-19 was wrecking communities and it was destroying relationships. I was dreading the day when I would have to confront Steve, and then, suddenly, one day I started bleeding, badly, from my vagina. David didn't hesitate and threw me in his car and hauled ass to the hospital. Steve's hospital, and got me to the emergency room. Once there, the staff got in touch with Steve and he was there within minutes. We held hands, and David was there, too, trying to comfort me by holding the other. As I writhed on the bed in extreme pain, I passed a small lump of tissue. I had miscarried David's child. Steve instantly knew, there was no way the baby could have been his. For my part, I just lay back and cried.

In a gesture of what I can only call pure love, Steve cleared all sorts of paperwork and bureaucratic hassles to get me an ultrasound and then a CT scan to ensure I was clean and going to be okay. The ER doctor then called in an OB/GYN, and she decided I needed a DNC, to clear out any signed of pregnancy and help me recover. I stayed in the hospital overnight, and David spent the night with me, though he and Steve went to have a private conversation. It felt like they were gone for hours, but it was at least an hour, and then they both returned. Steve kissed me and then said he had to get back to work.

"Babe, we'll figure this all out. Don't worry." He promised as he then left me to David's care.

Well, that and the crew of amazing nurses and healthcare workers. To this day, I don't think they ever got the recognition they deserve. I was sent home the next afternoon, with a pile of paperwork, instructions and so on that David took for me, and then asked questions of the doctor and nurses before taking me home. Home to his place.

I was treated like a queen for two weeks. The bleeding stopped after several days. The next day, after I was cleared to, David and I made passionate love. My heart was falling for him, and I had to tell him.

"David, what are we doing? I know you have told me you want me to be your wife, and to have your babies. You are well on your way to doing that. But I don't know how you feel about me? I am falling in love with you, I freely admit that. I love having sex with you in all of the ways we do, you are an amazing lover. But I don't know how you feel about me?"

He starred into my wide, soul-baring eyes and he finally spoke.

"Suzi, I have wanted you since we first met, I told you that. Maybe it was the way you and Jewan were together, or maybe it was the way Anita had been treating me, but I saw you and knew in my hear that you were the woman for me. You are smart, you are strong, and you ooze sex from your pores. You captured my heart the first day you smiled to me. So, yeah, I do love you."

"Is that what you and Steve talked about?"

He grunted.

"Steve and I have had a number of conversations about you. He admitted more than you know. I know he has the same kink I do raping or forcing you and the Superheroine-thing. I love being the villain as much as he does, and frankly, some nights I have heard him beating off as I told him some of the things I have done to you. I send him pics and videos of you all the time. So, he knows about us. He knows it was my baby you lost. He also knows how loyal you are to him, and that you would not leave him for me. I made sure he knows that. But he gets off on you being rape d. He likes the villain role. He even told me that the one time you and he had sex in your front yard, how hot it was when you told him it was either you or someone else was going to fuck you. He even told me he had secretly hoped someone else had grabbed you and did it in front of him."

My lips gaped open as I was told all of this. I was suddenly a very, very confused woman. Had I played into that fantasy of his by taunting him to fuck me or I would find someone else who would? Did my teasing him with having very risky sex in our front yard, and threatening to let some stranger do it if he didn't make him that aroused that he overcame his better judgement? Was this cape and costume fantasy of his just a way for him to express these fantasies and live them out vicariously through me? Or was it through him?

David helped me out of the moment by kissing me again, softly and with great care. Once the kiss broke, I looked up to him, like an innocent young girl.

"Does he know that some black guy turned me into a whore?"

"No, and he never will, at least not from me." David shook his head.

That was relieving. My greatest shame, being forced to be a whore, would remain a secret. Getting pregnant by a black man I could handle, but getting turned into a common whore was not something I could ever bring myself to. Yet, some stranger had done that to me.

"So, to make sure I understand this, Steve is okay knowing that other men are having sex with me?"

"Certain men. He is obsessed with the idea of men raping you." He nodded. "When a black guy does it, that seems to be his real thing. So, my wife and slut, you are going to be continuing to fulfill his fantasies. I have a camera on order, so I can make better videos of you, and I am going to invite some people to have you, or set you up to be taken, like those two brothers did in the Industrial Park."

I was stunned, and it took me a long moment to digest this revelation.

"Honey, what if I get pregnant?"

"So what?"

"David, if I am going to get pregnant, it needs to be by my husband. Either one of you. I... I can't... get pregnant by someone else. It feels like I am betraying my marriage."

"Get over it, Suzi..." he said sarcastically. "You betrayed one marriage the first time you showed up at my door, dressed to fuck. Our marriage you can't betray. You are married to me and married to Black Lives Matter. All that you have to do is get pregnant by a black man. You swore that to me, and I have that on video."

I gulped and blinked hard, trying not to cry. David had me again, but using my own body against me. All of that arousal, and then our marriage ceremony, which was anything but romantic, but flooded my body with so much relief I would have done anything David said. Which is what I had done. I promised myself to him, and BLM and the BNWO.

"Did Steve see that video?"

"Yes, I sent it to him the next day."

"Then why isn't he upset?"

"Because I think he's got a side-chick going on, too. He has to be fucking someone, and he doesn't impress me as gay."

The revelation stunned me. I had not given a single thought to my white husband having another girl. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. We were both caught in extraordinary times. We were both isolated from each other, and as human beings, we needed to feel love and give love. I was doing my best, but we had only had intimate contact perhaps a dozen times in over six months. Meanwhile, David was putting his cock in me daily, and sometimes as many as four or five times a day, depending on where we were and what I was wearing. I began to rationalize it all, and realized that Steve needed it, I needed it, and David needed it. The only variable was proximity. I had David and Steve had this random woman. The big difference was that I only had David, and that had taken its toll, and I was more than a little in love with him.

That night, David had me dress up and he even put on an actual pair of shorts and a golf shirt, rather than just his usual ratty T-shirt and boxers. I wore one of the dresses he bought me months ago. It was a very silky pure white satin and had similar petticoats to my wedding gown, so the flair was very wide. The bodice was sleeveless, with a high halter-design and a heart-shaped cut-out that was wide and deep. It showed as much cleavage as if I were wearing a bikini. The hem was above my knees and concealed my white back-seamed stockings and the white garter belt. I didn't bother with panties; I had learned my lesson. Add to that my white stilettos, and I was good to go. Oh, except for my collar and cape.

I didn't want to wear the cape as it felt a little awkward with the skirt's flair, but David insisted. He also removed my collar, and I found out how it worked. It was magnetic! I never in a million years would have figured that one out. He had me put on the cape, and then secure the collar outside it. That cape, and my dress, were not coming off unless someone used scissors.

He was a gentleman escort, and he took me to someone's average-looking home in a housing tract like ours, only this was all new, so the trees hadn't really grown in yet. It was also odd to see that there were big homes on small lots, so they had no real yards, and in this case, the driveway was only about five feet long. I learned that we were attending the initiation of a new member into the BLM. This meant a bunch of black men, and some poor woman who was going to be sacrificed. Once inside, the place was eerily lit with candles and a few dim lights. The bride was upstairs, and so I went to assist her, while David hobnobbed with the men. I could feel eyes burning up my backside as I ascended the stairs, though, the sweeping circular staircase providing plenty of viewing access for just about everyone. I knocked on the bedroom door.

"Umm, come in?" a soft voice called out.

I smiled brightly as I entered, and closed the door behind me, locking it. I didn't want those horn dogs trying to get an early preview.

"Hi. I'm Suzi. How are you doing?"

She smiled, it was obvious she was very nervous.

"I'm Tamara, just call me Tammy, or even Tam. That is what my fiancé calls me. I don't know what is really going on, but I was told to dress up in white and be pretty."

I looked her up and down. She definitely looked pretty. A thick mane of blonde hair, and almost cat-like eyes, with high cheekbones and lips that even Steve would be dying to kiss. That thought gave me a moment of worry. Was Steve with a girl better than me? But I pushed that back down. She was slender, taller than I am, and with smaller boobs. She was the typical West Coast surfer girl.

Her dress looked good. It was tight, had a square-cut bodice and a long skirt, with a slit high above her thigh. She also wore three-inch platform heels, giving her a seven-inch spiked stiletto. She rose and I had to look up. She was making me feel like I was a kid, even though I was in stilettos myself. We made some small talk, which mostly circled around what was going to happen, which was granted the answer of 'I have no clue, but here is what happened to me.' I wasn't much help, I feared. I did learn her fiancé was white, which struck me oddly, but I kept that to myself. Somehow, I didn't think they had a clue what was going to happen.

There was a knock on the door.

"You ready?" said an anonymous voice.

"Yes." Tamara called out.

"Then let's go."

With a sigh, she rose and went to meet her fate. Somehow, I didn't think she was 100% on board with this whole deal. But it was too late now to back out. She would never make it to the door, with all of these men here. I didn't take a full count, but there had to be at least ten of them, of varying ages, sizes and even darkness. I found I had developed a preference for the blackest of men, like David. It was somehow more humiliating, dangerous, and exhilarating.

I then saw her fiancé, and I immediately felt bad for Tam. This guy must have been a vegetarian runner who stuck his finger in a light socket. He was scrawny-thin, had dark permed hair that was too long for his head, and he wore these wire-rimmed glasses from the 1960s. He wore a nice suit, but a tailor would be challenged to make it fit him well. I knew that if I wore a bridal cape in strong winds, I might get knocked over. This guy would likely fly away.

I had followed Tam down the stairs, ready to be a bridesmaid or Matron of Honor if needed, and then went to be with David. I hung on his arm, and tilted my head against his shoulder. Then came the standard dialogue and so on. Mosi was there, presiding over the 'ceremony', and I watched her fiancé willingly remove her engagement ring and then this big black guy place his back band on her ring finger in its place. Her fiancés engagement ring went onto a small silver platter and was set aside. I thought that odd, and looked at both my black band and Steve's wedding and engagement rings on my finger. I had been so busy at our ceremony that I lost track of what happened to mine.

The ceremony finished, and her new black husband, well, husband in this case, guided her to a table, where they both signed a document. David then offered me up as the witness. I shrugged and murmured, "Sure, why not?"

I nearly shit myself when I saw the document. It was an honest-to-Pete wedding license. I hesitated and then looked at Tam. She was smiling, and the fiancé was looking on. So, with a deep breath, I signed my name. By the power of the Church of the Holy Black Spire, the state we were in, and a notary stamp of approval, Tam was now married to this black guy. Her fiancé was evidently clueless, stupider than dirt, or was such a believer that he had sacrificed his love for a good woman for a cause he truly didn't understand. I didn't understand it at first, either, but David made me see the light, so to speak. It took him many weeks of sexual torture for me to get it. But I admitted and committed myself to him, as my black husband, and so I felt the duty to honor that pledge.

So, it began. Tam consummated her now legal marriage to this guy, who was everything a girl could want. Great body, decent cock, and masculine in away her fiancé was not, nor ever could be. He had her wailing and screaming in less than three minutes, and she had three orgasms while we all stood around and watched. For some reason, I felt myself growing aroused. Not for the new husband, but for black cock. I noticed that the silver platter with her engagement ring hovered nearby, and Mosi was holding it. I looked for the fiancé and could see him standing in the corner, watching, jerking off with his trousers at his ankles. His cock was pathetic, like the rest of him. As the husband climaxed with a loud bellow, he was pumping his cum in her but withdrew a tad before I expected. The platter was then lowered to her backside, and he encouraged his cock to drip some of his semen on the ring, desecrating it. The act made me look at my own rings still cradling my black wedding band.

I tried to get David's attention, but his eyes were riveted on the consummation, so I tapped him on the shoulder. Looked down to me, I quirked a brow and jerked a thumb at the platter ceremony, a questioning look in my eyes. He just nodded. Good to know.

I slid my hand to my husband's front and groped his crotch. I was happy to feel a sizeable cock growing harder. I looked back at David, who was now watching me more closely, and I tilted my head. I needed to fuck a black cock, and my husband was going to do just fine, thank you very much!

We sidled away from the crowd, and David leg me off to the downstairs bedroom. There was no furniture in it, but that wasn't going to slow us down. I lay on my back, my cape under me, as I spread my legs for my black-skinned man, ready to take his cock in me. I don't know why, but the option to get pregnant by him was very appealing.

There was a side-distraction of Tamara getting fucked nearby, her voice loudly wailing as David dropped his shorts and then knelt between my knees, and flicked his hardness against my vulva, making me mewl.

"Can't wait, my Slut?"

"No, Honey, your wife can't wait, and I would rather have your baby in me."

He then ran the thick mushroomed head up and down my folds, teasing me until my lubrication was enough to coat his cock, and he then shifted, drawing my hips up onto his thighs, cradling me with my knees, draped over his hips. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't escape, and I sure as Hell didn't want to!

He pushed my labia apart with his cock, and then engaged with my opening.

"Tell me what you want?"

"I want you. I want you inside me."

"Is that all?"

He was using his cock to tease me, much like his finger and toy had broken me before.

"Ohhh, Honey... I want a black baby... Please... put one in me" I was trying to fidget to somehow drive his cock deeper into me, but I was stuck, my heels dangling in the air.

He obliged by beginning a series of slow thrusts, making my voice mewl as each thrust drive him deeper into my dripping cave. Each thrust made my back arch and made me want him more and more, my eyes rolled up in my head as my lips formed a near perfect circle as I moaned. I felt him finally fully impale me, his pubic bone softly punching my now-erect clit. He then began to grind back and forth, allowing my vagina to stretch to accommodate his girth, while at the same time, torturing me with the searing crash of pleasure through my nervous system. Then he finally began to thrust his cock, and begin the cycle of physical love, which was also growing my emotional love.

As he withdrew, I moaned almost painfully, feeling a vacancy I hated, only to gasp loudly as his fat, black spear impaled me. I was rising to soaring heights of pleasure with each thrust. He was claiming and taming me all over again. Then his fucking me began in earnest, and my voice grew louder instantly. My heels were bouncing up and down as his powerful thrusts repeatedly went fully deep within me, my Fornix feeling nerve pleasure that only David could give me. I was soon crying out with every breath, desperate for release.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in me! Give me... your... fucking... black... baby!"

I screamed in climax soon after. It was only my first.

My voice and cries had summoned a circle of voyeurs around us, and more than one of them was naked, and even teasing their own cocks to hardness. No doubt they wanted a turn with me. David for his part was grunting and holding to me, grabbing my breasts and mauling them, before leaning forward and suckling on my neck, marking me as his all over again. His cock was making short, powerful thrusts that were overcoming my senses and I started to whine in aloud voice, that grew louder and louder with each thrust, the pitch higher and increasing as his thrusts went on. The pleasure was so intense that my nervous system was nearly overloaded, and I cried out and shook as another climax wracked my body.

I was clawing at the carpet, desperate to have something to grasp, and I had a fleeting though that being cuffed helped my sexual stress dissipate. But alas, I had nothing but my own endurance. My body started to react involuntarily, and I was flexing and flinching with each thrust, my tongue sticking out lewdly to kiss, only there was nothing but air.

David's pace was increasing as was his powerful thrusts, jolting me and he had to repeatedly pull me back up his thighs. He kept me captive, kept me trapped, and most of all, kept me his. It had been over ten minutes, I would guess, maybe even fifteen. His harsh thrusts pulled my trigger for the third time, and the erotic sexual tension spilled over the dam holding it back, and I shuddered violently under him. He erupted inside me, deep, hard and fully. I felt his cock pulsing with his thrusts, as I screamed, a loud, piercing wail that complete sexual domination could make a woman do.

David had made me his in more ways than one.

We kissed lewdly, sharing in the passion of the moment, and then more as an expression of love. I was melting into his arms as his cock was melting in me. We stayed like this, paired, for maybe ten more minutes, sharing this amazing moment, caressing each other, and just staring into each others' eyes. Then it happened.

"I love you." I softly proclaimed.

"I love you too, Suzi."

It was right then and there that my marriage to David became real, and my marriage to Steve took second place.

Still corralling me with his body, David then asked me some questions.

"Who are you?"

"I am Suzi, Suzi Recreant."

"Who are you married to?"

"I am your wife, David, and married to Black Lives Matter, and the Black New World Order."

"What does that mean?"

"I am your slut, and I am your whore. I will fuck any black man you desire and have the children of any black man who can get me pregnant."

As I spoke these words, my marriage to David became my loyalty and motivation. I believed I really was David's wife, and Steve was just this guy I loved on the side, but would never let touch me.