3 comments/ 65498 views/ 2 favorites Queen Stephanie By: magicrub Chapter One He was walking around the lake, trying to lose the extra 30 pounds of girth his 35 year old body had added since college. His mind wandered over many such subjects as it often did during such hikes. He was a home town kid, one who had gone off to college and returned to work after graduation. A rich man monetarily, but a poor man who deeply regretted not already having a wife and children. Especially children, he could do without the wife, but wanted children. Coming up were two beautiful women, without his glasses, their faces were not clear yet, but one could tell that it was likely mother and daughter. Just as they passed, her smile reminded him. "Stephanie?" he asked, turning around rapidly. It couldn't be, he hadn't seen her in 15 years, since college. She had been a vision of glory in high school. He had been the high school football star. They had gone to lunch countless times, which he remembered seriously pissing off his long-time girl friend at the time. And the visions of him reaching from behind her in Latin class and first rubbing her neck and then her ample breasts flashed before him. Well, he had flirted pretty damn seriously with her, but he had never really cheated on his girlfriend. Stephanie had constantly called him a tease because he would not follow through with his flirtations. She always made fun of the fact that he was "in love" with another at such a young age. How foolish and knave he had been, she was right. "Yes? Do I know you?" she replied. "It is me, Jim. From high school," he stammered, hoping she didn't notice his nervousness. He had to think straight instead of being too busy dreaming how damn good she looked. Even better than in high school, he thought. "Jim, Jim Crist? Is that you?" she queried. "It is so nice to see you again," "What ya up to? Are you in town again?" He quizzed wanting to continue on. "Stephanie, let's go," the older lady demanded. "I thought we were walking." "Yes mother. Sorry, I must go. Good to see you," she replied and with that they were disappearing behind the corner of the tree line. Wow, I thought to myself. Amazing how some folks don't change at all, for that matter improve with age. While others, grabbing the 30 pounds of girth hanging below his chest and straining through his once 20-20 vision, do. Chapter Two "Guess who Jim saw the other day?" Bill needled knowing the company present. Jim sat on his side, alone as always, as a single man he rarely brought a date to these monthly dinner gatherings. Sure he dated and had plenty of one night stands, but rarely did he find a lady that he could comfortably bring to this table. The table itself was set immaculately and the candles in the candelabra gave almost a mystic view of the lake only a few hundred feet away from this mansion with Doric columns. Mark and Maggie sat on their side, all prim and proper. They now portrayed the epitome of the town's snobby social class. Both had been whoremongers in their past, but now pretended as if it had never happened. Bill sat smugly at the head of the table with what this topic he introduced was about to bear. His wife Cynthia sat at the other end leering angrily at him. "Who would that be Bill?" quizzed Maggie, the only one not letting the subject drop as the only one not already in the loop. "Stephanie Braziel," proclaimed Bill now giddy with anticipation. "That whore!" said Maggie. "I hope when you saw here you turned and ran the other way." She instantly leered at Mark daring him to utter a word. That whore had almost broken up their engagement for good. One wild night with Mark had indeed broken off the engagement. Only months of begging and Mark's willingness to be cuckolded had gained back Maggie's hand. Of course, the relationship and he had paid dearly for the imbalance ever since. "Dear, must we use that language at the table? I'm eating," complained Mark. "Shut up Mark, don't try to change the subject just because you are uncomfortable with it," demanded Maggie. "Maybe you learned to think of the ramifications of your actions." Damn, Jim thought, I couldn't take that bitch, I'm glad it is him and not me. "They passed each other on his walk around the lake. She was with her mother. I wonder what she is doing in town," Bill wondered aloud tossing the bait back out there. "He said they both looked pretty damn good." "I don't know and I don't care what she is doing. All I know is that Jim, as far as I know, is the only male in this group to show any common sense and decency when it comes to her flirtations," said Cynthia. She leered at Bill knowing full well why he brought this up. Just to get a reaction out of Maggie. Yes, she was a snoot, but she was her snoot and one of her longest and best friends. She also knew that Bill had also screwed this little wench, around tenth grade, long before they had ever known each other. She knew in his sick mind this was his way of reminding her of that. Jim just sat back and took the whole thing in. There were no secrets in this closely knit group. The men had all discussed all prior conquests, heck, he had been there when each of the other had drunkenly fallen in lust with Stephanie. Bill's fling was long before when they were all much younger. He certainly could have stopped Mark from his deal with the devil, but he hadn't. That ordeal happened at their fraternity house, hell on Jim's damn couch, while they were both in college. Stephanie just happened to show up at one of their numerous fraternity parties and again Jim turned her down. Again he was "in love" with the woman of his dreams. She settled on Mark since he didn't have the will to fight her flirtations. Jim just figured it wasn't any of his business if Mark cheated on his fiancé. Hell, what was he thinking; he probably hoped it broke the two of them up. Cynthia was Jim's vision of beauty. He had told her how beautiful she looked, in front of her husband of course, each of the four times she was pregnant. She had surely thought he was just trying to be polite, but he had certainly meant it. She just looked like a vision of godliness to him and he knew how great a mother she was to her children. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, the babies had added the pounds to her once above average figure, but it was just something about her that made him soft. How such a wonderful woman and human being had ever married a jerk like his best friend Bill astounded him. Animal magnetism, he guessed. Maggie he had no use for. He wouldn't put up with her for a second if she tried to talk to him that way. He guessed she must have knew better. He just put up with her because Mark was a good friend. "Mark, why do you stand up for that bitch," slammed Maggie now obviously pissed and stewing. "She went off and married that Jamaican. Not only that, my sorority sisters told me all about her. She was really into group sex. They said that she often had sex with up to ten guys at a time, including everybody at the Pike house one night. They also said that she preferred big cocks. She would beg for big black cocks." "Maggie, I'm fucking eating here," replied Mark now obviously pissed as well. "I don't care what the fuck she did or does. She is way behind me now. I DO NOT give a damn. Am I going to have to pay for my past transgressions every damn time this bitches name is brought up?" Bill smiled evilly as his work was done for the moment. He winked sadistically at Jim and Jim just shook his head, not really in disbelief of what had just happened. Chapter Three They were sprinting up and down the court. Jim dreamed to himself that he was ready for the NBA the way he was shooting today. "Nobody can stop me," he screamed as he torched the net for what must have been his tenth three-pointer of the game. "Yea, yea, lucky damn shot," mused Mark now huffing and puffing out of control with his hands propping the weight of his body up at his knees. "Damn, look at those bitches," exclaimed Tony as he saw two beautiful women, one blond and one black woman playing with two blond haired kids. "You can see that blond's thong sticking out of the top of her shorts. Umm, Umm, boy if I wasn't married I'd tear all into that." "Oh shit," exclaimed Mark suddenly recognizing the blond Tony was ogling. "I gotta go guys. I'll talk to you later." "Oh come on man, just one more game to twenty-one," begged Tony. "Shit, punk ass mother fucker. Oh well, guess we've all had enough. The old lady's cooking something for dinner anyhow." And with that the game broke up and everybody started to leave. For some reason, maybe the life springing forward in his shorts, Jim was really taking his time drinking his Power Aide and cooling down. Now that all the guys were gone, he was left to ponder to himself. Was he gonna go over and talk to her? Whose kids were those and who was the fine looking black woman with her. Damn, did he really think that? Fine looking black woman? If he sat there long enough he wouldn't even have to get up, as they were moving his way. Finally he thought what the hell. It can't hurt to talk to her. "Hey Stephanie, imagine seeing 1 you here. You following me around?" he yelled across the court as he was still seated up against the fence downing his drink. "Hey Jim," she replied and smiled. "Pretty big coincidence bumping into you again. I didn't even see you sitting there. Were you guys just playing ball?" "Can we play, can we play?" asked the two boys. Before a reply could be issued they were off with the basketball. The girl he thought to be the nanny running off with them. "Yea, we just got over," replied Jim. "Are those your kids?" "No, no," replied Stephanie while laughing. "I'm just babysitting my sister's kids. She thought I might enjoy the company since my kids are back in Jamaica." "Feel free to have a seat," mentioned Jim. "I was just relaxing." "I don't know, Jim, my mom doesn't think I should talk to any, well, any men," answered Stephanie. "I'm getting a divorce. She says I shouldn't date or see anyone for at least a year. That is what some psychologist friend of hers says. I don't know about a year, but I'm not even divorced yet." "Darn, I'm not looking for a date, Stephanie," lied Jim. "I'm just trying to see how a long time friend is doing." Well it was only partly a lie. He knew he would fuck her right there, date or no date, if she wished. She was basically pouring out of her outfit. He could see right through her halter top and her nipples were hard. He joked in his mind if the wind was causing that or she was happy to see him. Her shorts barely covered her crotch. It covered so little in fact that you could see her thong poking out the top in the front, just like they normally do in the back. If she hadn't shaved her pubic hair you would be able to see it, he thought, trying to sneak a peak if he could see some stubble. In its staid was a little tattoo of a rose. Stop it, he yelled in his mind. He had to stop thinking that way or he'd get a hard on right there. "Well, I'm sure she'd have no problem with that," replied Stephanie as she sat with her knees lifted and her arms over knees. Oh god, don't do that he thought. He was sure he could see her lips. And not those she was talking out of. He wasn't hearing a word as he was almost in a trance. He was just dreaming about what he would do to those lips. Those sweet, beautiful, pouting lips. Oh god. She shouldn't be torturing me like this. "Did you know my husband was a Jamaican? I'm not embarrassed I married a black man." "Yea, I heard," replied Jim. "And if it bothered me that much I wouldn't be sitting her talking to you." Again he lied, it did make his stomach cringe for some reason when he imagined her screwing a black man. "I didn't think you would be that way. I just know a lot of the snooty bitches we went to school with would be aghast. Would you like to meet my lady in waiting?" asked Stephanie enthusiastically. "One of the benefits of marrying a King, well a drug lord who proclaimed himself the king, is that you get plenty of servants to look after you. That one there is my number one servant, Chantauga." "Chantauga, what an interesting name," laughed Jim. "Sure, I'd like to meet her." "Chantauga, come her for a moment. The boys will be fine," yelled Stephanie. "Isn't she about the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?" "Well, yes, she is very beautiful," replied Jim loud enough now for Chantauga to hear. And this time he didn't have to lie. He did find her very beautiful. She wore a similar skimpy outfit not leaving much for the imagination. "Chantauga comes from true royal blood. She will soon marry one of my husband's, well, ex-husband's brothers when she turns 21 in two years," explained Stephanie. "I just think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It is pretty fun having someone like Chan, I call her that for short, around to take care of any whim I may have." "Yes, I bet it is," replied Jim, wondering just what the hell she meant. "My lady, don't you think your mother will be wondering what is keeping us?" asked Chan with an almost British accent. "I don't wish to be in trouble again." "Yes, you are probably right," acquiesced Stephanie. "See what I mean? I don't know what I would do without her. Well Jim, it was certainly fun talking with you. It had been so long." "The pleasure was mine. Feel free to stop in and see me anytime," offered Jim not sure why the heck he was offering. "I live down there on the lake on the east side of the old Cottondale mansion." "Wow, nice area," replied Stephanie not trying to hide the fact she was impressed. "I just might. I'd love to catch up a little more with what's happening in Adamsville." And with that they headed off while gathering the children. Chapter Four It was another night of late night porn for Jim. In recent months he had grown almost addicted to it, an almost nightly occurrence. Tonight he was back at his favorite website. It was one that had stories and images of cuckolds. Up until a few months ago, he didn't even know what one was. Now he jacked his cod dreaming he was one. He had no idea where this fascination had come from, but outside a few hundred yards away in a van, where a computer closely followed his every move, Queen Stephanie did. Her men had sent e-mails and pop up ads of cuckold pictures and stories, with a heavy dose of interracial sex. They had especially bombarded him of scenes of white men being cuckolded by women who were slaves of big black dicks. She watched him through one of the cameras they had installed in his house. He was lying on his back with his lap top on his chest, frantically pounding his pud. Tonya read the exact story that was appearing on Jim's computer screen right that moment. Mark laid terrified as this big black bull started to mount his wife, whose cunt gaped open right above his face dripping on his lips from what he could only imagine was a fresh fucking. She had warned him that she was bringing a man home tonight, but he didn't know he was gonna be black. 'Please baby,' he begged for mercy. 'I can't do this.' "Shut the fuck up," she said. 'You can and you will. You knew all along I wasn't that wet from being happy to see you. From now on, your gonna get your cum directly from the source, and a lot of it.' And as the wife laughed, her big black stud rested his big black cock on the cuckold's virgin lips. 'Go ahead bitch, lick it and get it hard,' he commanded. And with that, Stephanie opened her eyes to see Jim quickly jerk the lap top to the side and explode all over his chest and stomach. She watched intently for a few seconds and when he dipped his fingers in his cum and put it to his lips, she knew it was time. Bang, Bang. Bang, Bang, Bang. Jim rose up with his cum still splatter all over his body. He looked at the clock and it was nearly midnight, "Damn, who would be fucking knocking this late. He quickly ran into the bathroom and wiped himself on before quickly jumping into a pair of boxers. "Master Jim! Master Jim! It is me Chan," she cried. "You must come. Lady Stephanie is crying. She is having doubts about leaving her husband. She is scared and doesn't no what to do. Please hurry, she is in the car." And there Jim was, standing at his front door in his boxers. He wondered if she could see the cum residue on his chest and lips, "Where is she? Tell her to come in." "She didn't want to impose sir. I will try but I don't know if she will come," replied Chan. Jim went and threw on a long sleeve shirt and headed out to the car. It was a Rolls Royce. Geez, her husband must not be too upset he thought. "Stephanie, come on in," he demanded. "Let's not sit out here in the cold." "Oh Jim, I don't want to be a pain. But I don't know who else to talk to," cried Stephanie. "I have no other friends here and I couldn't possibly talk to mother about this." "Nonsense, it me no pain at all," he lied and with that he escorted her into his house with his arm around her while Chan seemed to disappear. I guess she'll find her own way in. They sat on the couch and talked for at least a couple hours. First about her husband and her fear of being alone. Then about odd things. Finally she said, "Wait, I've got something that will take the edge off." And with that she produced a ganja joint. After a few tokes started to take effect she came clean, "Jim, I gotta be honest. I came here tonight because I am so horny I could scream. Chan can only be so much help, I want a man." "What would your mother think?" jested Jim. "I don't care what she thinks," replied Stephanie. "I gotta let you know, however, I'm not your average girl. I'm into some pretty nasty stuff. You think you can satisfy me?" "I certainly hope so," replied Jim. "And if not I'll die trying." "Oh fuck, my kind of man," she exclaimed and took a deeper drag on the joint. "Inhale this stuff has deep as you can. This is special weed that will make you hornier than hell. It will keep you hard as a rock, also." Then she dropped it on him, "I just have two rules." "Oh yeah, what's that?" asked Jim as he took another puff. "You must do everything I say without question," replied Stephanie. "I am the master and you are my slave. To be exact, my tongue slave." "I guess I can live with that," joked Jim, not sure what the hell he was getting in to. "And second," she ordered, "you may not talk unless spoken to and if you are spoken to your only reply is to be, Yes, Master. You think you can handle that?" "Yes master," he conceded with a grin. "Oh baby, you are gonna have the time of your life tonight," cooed Stephanie. "I promise you; tonight will be like no other prior in your life." "Oh, you don't know," Smack! Jim coiled and stopped mid-sentence as he was slapped right across the face. "Ouch." "Nobody gave you permission to talk freely slave," barked the master. "Do you want your master to fuck you tonight?" "Yes master," he weakly replied. "Good, then shut the fuck up and get undressed," she ordered as she gave him the last toke on the blunt. "Oh slave; it appears your cock is hard already. You must be happy to see master." "Yes master," he replied. "On your knees, slave," she yelled as she pushed his now naked body to the floor. She had already removed her outer garments and now hovered over him in only a bra and thong. "Do you like what you see, slave." "Oh, yes master," he replied. "Do you want to see my ass slave?" she hissed as she turned it towards him. "Oh, yes master!" he replied and with that she started pulling down the thong. "Would you like to lick my ass slave?" she wickedly asked. "Yes master," he replied. "Good, you catch on quickly," she ordered. Go ahead. Kiss my ass. Stick your tongue in my ass. Oh yea, baby that's it. Lick as deep as you can." And with that she spread her cheeks to let his tongue penetrate deeper. "Oh god you do that well, have you done it before?" Queen Stephanie "Yes master," he replied. Now in a drunken trance. "Your master can tell. Will you do anything I ask of you slave?" she asked with her hands on her knees and a wicked smile on her face. "Yes master," he replied. "Good slave. I may just test you," she moaned. "You are here totally for my enjoyment and amusement. You are either gonna have the time of your life or wish you never saw me again. I told you I was kinky." And with that she rolled over on the bed onto her back. "Come here slave, lick master's pussy." "Yes master," he replied. He was scared he was gonna come right there. So dirty, so nasty. How evil was she? Sure he had licked a woman's bum before. But what else was she gonna force him to do? He got a shiver up the back of his neck. It was the uncertainty that was driving him wild. It seemed he sucked her clit for hours. His mouth and tongue were sore and she had demanded that he not touch himself. "Enough slave," she demanded and with that knocked him off her cunt. "Into the bathroom. We are gonna test you, to see if you are worthy of your master." And with that she marched into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Lay down in the tub. Does the water feel nice?" "Yes master," he replied and the warm water did feel nice. With that she straddled him, leering down at him with her pussy over his midsection. "I told you I was going to test you," she sneered. "I am going to see what your limits are." And with that she started to urinate on his chest. "I'm marking my property like a dog marks his. From here on, you are hereby marked as my personal property slave. Do you agree to deed your heart, soul and tongue to me slave?" "Yes master," he replied. He frowned wondering why she didn't want his cock, however. "Oh you are doing so well," she said with a smile. "A perfect slave, however, would have tried to capture some of my golden essence in his mouth, however. Do you now wish you had tried that slave?" "Yes master," he heard himself say not really believing what he said. "Good, you may try to rectify that transgression by licking my pussy clean." She sneered. "On your knees slave." "Would you do anything for your master, slave?" she asked. "Anything at all?" "Yes master," he replied too lost in lust to even know what he was yes mastering to. And with that he washed his and her body dutifully. Chapter Five "On your back slave," she demanded as they moved back into his bedroom. "It is time now for you just rewards. She mounted his rod like a skilled bronco buster. You had better not cum too fast slave, for if you do I will make you pleasure me with your tongue as retribution." But that was impossible. He had not come since he had jerked himself off and was already so excited he didn't need much provocation. All it took was for his stiff woody to enter her warm, oh god there it goes he thought as his body convulsed and jerked as hot sperm splattered the walls of her warm cunny. It was at this point that the realization hit that he had not used a rubber. "Bad slave," she screamed as she smacked him in the arm. "You didn't allow me any pleasure at all. What am I going to do with you? Do you still wish to pleasure me?" "Yes master," he replied about to doze off in exhaustion. "Good, you are at least willing," she replied. And with that she started to climb up his body. It was not until her dripping cunt was hovering over his face did he realize what was truly happening. She wants me to eat my own cum, he thought. Dear god no he thought, but was to terrified to say no. Closer and closer it got, seemingly taking hours to reach its destination before a splatter hit him directly on the lips. "Go ahead slave. Lick your lips. Savor the taste. You enjoy the taste, don't you slave." "Yes master," he replied and with that he licked the dewy lips that arrived at the threshold of his own lips. Mmm, god she was nasty and with that he was hard again. "You've tasted cum before? Haven't you slave?" she inquired already knowing the answer. "Yes master," he revealed. "A good master can tell these things," she replied. Again it seemed like an hour past with him lapping at her cunt and sometimes ass. She sure enjoyed having her cunt and ass licked he mused. I wonder why Chan can't do this, he thought to himself. And as that thought was fleeing she lifted herself off him. "Chan here likes to have her cunt licked while she gets fucked," stated Stephanie. "Don't you Chan." "Yes my lady," she replied. "But after your premature ejaculation last time slave, I think I'll have to be the one doing the fucking," she coldly stated as she picked up a humungous black strap on dildo that had suddenly materialized on the floor. "You will lap at her pussy for her while I fuck her with this beautiful black cock," instructed Stephanie. "Yes master," he replied. He was hers and he wasn't sure if there was anything he wouldn't do for her at this point. "Good, get down below her in a sixty-nine position," she ordered. "Her ass facing me." And with that he was staring up at the first black cunt he had ever seen live. "Oh god you have a nice ass baby. I so love to stare at your ass as I fuck your sweet pussy. How you doing down there Jim? Enjoying the view?" "Yes master," he replied. "Good," she replied and with that moved the monster black cock closer to her pussy. It was right between his eyes. "Jim honey, do master a favor and reach up there and lick my black cock so it enters Chan nice and easy. It takes some stimulation to get it totally hard." Jim hesitated, never having sucked any type of cock before. "Oh honey," she giggled as she rubbed it on his stunned lips. "I know you wish it was real. But master can't help you tonight. Go ahead, lick it. That's it, don't you worry. I loaded this bad boy up with a quart of make believe sugar cum. I know how much you enjoyed your last batch. I couldn't disappoint you." Oh god, he couldn't believe it. He was licking this huge phallus hanging in his face. He was even licking the balls hanging from it. With that she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "You do wish it was real, don't you slave?" He stammered, he winced, and he closed his eyes. "Yes master." And with that she reared back up and stuck the big black cock to the hilt with one long stroke inside Chan's pussy. She started fucking her like a maniac. He was having a hard time keeping his tongue on her cunny. As a matter of fact, he had a hard time keeping it anywhere's but on that big black cock. She fucked and fucked and fucked. And finally, with Chan bucking like a wild bronco, Stephanie started to scream. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, good god I'm gonna cum." And with that she pushed the button that alerted the dildo it was time to discharge. There was cum everywhere; all over Jim's face, inside Chan's pussy and ass and hanging from the dildo itself. Jim's own cock starting streaming cum all over Chan's face as she quickly tried to slurp it up. Stephanie then took a big scoop of the cum from Jim's face in her fingers and place it on his lips where they parted without objection. Jim was shocked to find out that it was warm just like his own and even tasted real. Different from his, but real. Jim couldn't get the thought out of his mind that he was likely sucking up another man's load. Or dozen's of loads. Stephanie knew that the enzymes in the real cum he was ingesting would soon start attacking his nervous system. These special little devils were developed in her husband's lab. They made you crave more "Protein" and made you believe the only way to get it was cum from a black cock. In reality, it had to be from men who ate the special protein from the lab, but it made your brain crave any black cock that might possibly have the enzyme. Jim now thought she was one fucked up bitch and knew he had to cut her loose. She then leaned back and let him suckle the protein from the dildo itself. Upon completion of his duty there, Stephanie ordered that sweet black ass and pussy to descend upon his lips. Chapter Six Jim awoke the next morning feeling totally hung over. His mouth tasted as if he had sucked a 90-year old woman's cunt the night before. Yuck, how would he know how that tasted? He looked around and realized that he was alone in his bed. Thankfully, a check of the house showed that there was nobody else home. Thank god, he thought, if she called or knocked again, he wouldn't answer. She was just too kinky for him. Later that morning after eating a small breakfast he had the house packed up and ready for hibernation. He had packed the Holiday Rambler camper full of things needed for his trek around the United States. Just as he was getting ready to enter the vehicle and leave this place and Stephanie far behind, she appeared again. "Jim, Jim, they are here," Stephanie stammered apparently in fear for her life. "You must take us with you. We can no longer stay here." "Easy, now, Stephanie, who is here?" asked Jim not really wanting any more to do with her. "My husband's men, they have found us," she screamed. "Please take us with you." "O. K.," he acquiesced. "Let's load up your stuff." And as he walked around the back of the camper it hit him, right square in the face. Some type of mist followed by his being grabbed by a half dozen black men. He was out cold. He awoke some time later. It was dark, very dark. His arms and legs seemed to be tied down. Gathering his senses he gathered that he was naked and that there was somebody lying on top of him. "Jim?" Stephanie asked. "Are you awake?" "Uh, yeah," he groaned, hung over for the second time that day. "Where the hell are we? What the hell is this?" "I'm so sorry to get you involved in this," she lied. "My husband has abducted us. We are in some sort of box for transport, like a coffin. I'm sorry, I can't move from on top of you." He was starting to get a hard on again. It really didn't bother him to have this beautiful naked woman straddling him. "Oh honey. You are happy to see me again," she cooed. "Let me put that away in a nice warm spot." And with that she slid his rock solid member inside her cunny. "We might as well make the most of the time while we have it." He agreed. He finally passed out after spunking inside her for the forth time. He hadn't cum that many times since he was a college kid. Damn what this woman did to him. Chapter Seven He awoke in a bright room, with the sweet smell of beautiful women in the air. He raised his head and all over him were 30 beautiful goddesses, all naked and uncovered except a large see through sheet. In front of him were to huge double doors leading he presumed to the rest of the castle. In the corner was a huge large screen television. What the hell, running porno's, he thought as he watched naked flesh melding as one? To the right were two doors that opened up on to what appeared to be a pool area where he could see all sorts of exercise equipment as well. To the left was another set of double doors. The centerpiece of the room appeared to be a big black phallus. What the hell is that he thought? "Where the hell am I?" he wondered aloud. A head rose, "Oh master, it is good to see you awake. My I pleasure you in any manner?" "Huh," Jim stammered. "Who the hell are you?" "I am Constantine, one of your slaves. Do I not please you?" she replied pouting as if she had done something wrong. "Oh no, you please me very much," replied Jim honestly. "I'm just trying to figure out where I am." "You are in the realm of my lord the king," she answered. "May I lick your cock before the others awake? Before long I will have to share you." "Huh?" he stammered as this vision of godliness was asking to suck his penis. "Uh yeah, sure. I'd love to help out anyway I can." "Oh thank you lord," she replied. "Just lie back and let me take care of the rest." And it wasn't taking long. He could feel blood gorging to his bulbous head. Just as he was getting ready to really start enjoying Constantine's talents, the doors opened and in walked Queen Stephanie. "Good boy Jim. It seems you are getting acquainted already," Stephanie said as she leered over him. "You must ready yourself, the King wishes to see you. He is going to offer you a place here under his employ. A few things you need to know. You must kneel in front of the King, you must answer any question with "Yes, My Lord," and you must not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?" "But Stephanie," Jim replied before being harshly stopped with a smack to the face. "Do you understand?" demanded Stephanie. She was glaring at him, almost daring him to say something other than 'Yes master.' "Yes master," replied Jim as it appeared the game was still in play. "Good, ready the slave for his master," demanded the queen. And without a word the women were up and tying his arms behind his back. Once his arms were secured, a round post was slid between the small of his back his arms, no doubt guaranteeing his arms were going no where. Finally a dog bracelet was put around his neck, with a lease attached. Oh geez, what the hell have I gotten in to, he thought. Chapter Eight After waiting roughly a half hour tied up on his knees while the queen was away, word finally came to lead him to the chamber room. "Let the new slave enter," boomed the voice of the king as he was ushered into the room. "Kneel before your king!" And with that he was forced to his knees on a mat roughly twenty feet in front of where the king sat. He surveyed the room and all around the room sat black couples in all varying the degrees of undress. Mainly undress. "Welcome to the chambers of the high council, said the King. "We are honored to have you as our guest." Jim had a hard time looking directly at the King. The King wore only a chest plate and Jim's eyes were right at the level of his humungous penis. God it was big he thought. Ten to twelve inches he thought? He had actually never seen a cock in real life before, other than in the football locker room; Where it wasn't exactly good form to stare. He was fighting a battle in his brain. Part of him wanted to take that beautiful black cock into his mouth. Christ! He thought to himself. Get a grip. "My queen has begged me to employ you here," further said the King. "She needs a companion and takes great comfort in you. Your duties here will be to keep her happy in my absence, which I fear is to often. Your duties will also include being the master to all the white slaves. Included in that chore will be the impregnation of as many as possible. I want as many white babies in my kingdom as possible. You are not a slave here and are free to go at any time you wish. For your services, I will pay you twice the amount of money you were making before. Say $5,000.00 per week. As a gesture of goodwill, I gift you this Rolex watch. Do you understand these terms and wish to stay?" "Yes my lord," he replied, not sure what else to say. "Good slave," he replied knowing that the first batch of enzymes were already taking over his mind. "We have just one more issue to cleanse ourselves of. You planted your seed in my wife without my permission. You must rectify these past transgressions before we can have a proper business relationship." With that the queen rose and dropped the robes that she had hidden her naked form within. He was pulled onto his back by the chain around his neck. She moved closer with a devilish grin on her face. As she placed her feet on either side of his head, it appeared. Dear god, he couldn't have placed that much cum inside her. It was leaking out from all over. Cum ran from her cunt, her ass and even down the insides of her thighs and breasts. And with a nod from the king, she started to squat down on top of him. She stopped with her cunny hovering just above his lips. She inserted two fingers into her hole and using them as a scoop pressed them against his lips. He didn't know what else to do, so he opened his mouth and licked. The terror was racing through his mind, whose cum was he so greedily eating. It couldn't have all been his own. Hell, he didn't even think he could cum that much in a year. Nonetheless there being that much left after how long? How much time had passed? She squatted further and impaled herself on his tongue. Oh god, it was starting to taste so good and his hangover was starting to leave. The King was pleased. He enjoyed watching a white man, , eating the cum of black cocks. His queen had received the cum of roughly all twenty men in the room inside and outside her body. He had figured this would not be difficult. This slave had gone through a lengthy training process. He had traced this slave's internet habits for months before enacting the plan. His men had e-mailed and forwarded free websites of cuckolding and interracial sex. Stephanie wasn't the only one who had watched this slave ejaculate while reading stories of black men cuckolding white men with their large cocks. Yes, he was happy. "Enough," the king demanded. "Rise slave. Leave the seed on your face so all in the palace may see what happens when one implants his seed in my queen without my permission." The assembly stood and applauded. Jim felt a hell of a lot better and imitated Stephanie as she bowed to the crowd. "You may let your slaves lick it off for you when you return to the harem." With that he was escorted back to the harem room. As he entered the women surrounded him and Constantine spoke. "Aren't you so lucky, semen is not normally wasted here in that manner. The king wants the slaves impregnated. He must really like you." "He said you ladies may lick it off," uttered Jim. And with that the ladies madly drove him to the floor. With his arms still bound behind his back, they greedily licked him searching for any token droplets of cum. "Enough, enough!" "Thank you master," Constantine replied. Chapter Nine "It is almost time for our midday nourishment master. Follow me and I will show you how it works." Super he thought, he was starved, all this fucking had given him an appetite. As she led him through the double doors to the left he noticed the content of the porn on the big screen had changed. Now playing was a scene of a woman getting fucked by a big black bull, with what appeared to be this woman's husband lying between her legs in a three way 69. His tongue was greedily fighting for a spot in this woman's cunt. "This is the nourishment shrine," Constantine said proudly. As he surveyed the room he saw what looked to be about 30 life size statues of naked black men with impressive cocks. He recognized the king and few others as members of the court. At the feet of the statues, were knee slots, which he assumed were to properly address the cock. Between the knee slots was another big black dildo stretching out of the floor. "I will show you how it works. You must be touching all four pressure points before the nourishment will flow." As she spoke, she knelt down before her cock with her knees in her slot, she spit on her fingers and greased her ass with them before slowly arching back on the black cock. "Oh that feels good," as it started to buzz in her ass. "You must excite the cock by performing a blow job on it before it will grant you the nourishment." And with that she stared sliding the cock in and out of her mouth, no longer paying any attention to him. All the other women had done the same. He stood there, the only person in the room not engaged with the cocks. As he watched, the buzzing intensified throughout the room. All the women seem entranced. The cocks started to raise and stiffen. Then the cocks started pumping the nourishment into the cock slaves. Some escaped down Constantine's lip. It looked like cum to him. In unision, the women pulled the cocks from there mouths and started to chant as one. "Thank you lord for the nourishment you have provided. We are humbled to be slaves to the black cock. We hereby pledge our hearts, our souls and our minds to the cause of the black cock. Use our bodies for your amusement and pleasure as we are worthy of nothing more than servitude to black cocks." Queen Stephanie With that they rose and headed out of the room. Some went to lay on the pool deck, others headed to the exercise equipment. Constantine stopped and befuddlingly asked him, "You did not partake in the nourishment?" "No way, I'm not sticking that fucking thing up my ass," Jim commented angrily. "If you wish, I can get a smaller strap on dildo and try to work you into it slowly," she offered truly wanting to help. "No thanks," Jim replied. "But, you do not understand, you must," she cried. "That is the only way to get nourishment. You will starve." "Then I'll just have to fucking starve," he commented. Chapter Ten He had sulked most of the afternoon, pissed at the conundrum he found himself in. As the ladies went into the nourishment shrine for the evening meal, he noticed that the scenes on the big screen had again changed. Flashing before him were white men sucking big black cocks. Other scenes displayed big black cocks ejaculating all over the face of these same men and white women ordering their cuckolds to lick the jism from there ordifaces. As he entered the room, the women were already in place and sucking. He went to the back of the room and started trying to figure out how to get nourishment from one of the statues without squatting on the cock. He sucked it in and out, trying to extract the seed. He knelt down on the pad with his hand holding the phallus by his ass. "Nothing," he sneered. "Crap." The jism was starting to flow into the women already, he was gonna miss this meal. Just like the first time earlier, the women pulled the cocks from there mouths and started to chant as one. "Thank you lord for the nourishment you have provided. We are humbled to be slaves to the black cock. We hereby pledge our hearts, our souls and our minds to the cause of the black cock. Use our bodies for your amusement and pleasure as we are worthy of nothing more than servitude to black cocks." He jumped up not wanting to be seen in this position. "Did you partake master?" asked Constantine honestly wanting to serve him. "Of course not," he sneered. After a few more hours of doing his best to impregnate as many slaves as he could, he finally laid down for the evening. The slaves lied around him as his blanket. He tried to think. What was he going to do? He hadn't even seen Stephanie since he ate from her. He was starving. Not only that, but something else inside him yearned for the cum from a black cock. He would have to do something tomorrow. Chapter Eleven He awoke alone on the bed with a thin sheet over him. Everyone else was already up and out. Just then the nourishment doors opened and everyone started to hurry in. He went to the statue in the back again. He was gonna have to do something, he was damn hungry. He knelt in front of the statue and started to suck. He slowly leaned back and tried to just tickle his ass on the cock, having no desire to impale himself on it. It felt pretty good he thought as he started to get hard. Then without warning, the black cock extended itself from the floor impaling itself in his ass. Oh god, that hurt he thought as he had been dry fucked and started to fight to get off it. But it had blown up like a bubble inside him and he was impaled. As he tried to get as comfortable as possible, he started to settle down and it seems to explode like an enema inside him. It then started to buzz and hum. That's not so bad he thought and started to really get serious about the blow job he was to give. Stroking it in and out, in and out, he was dreaming it was real. Before he knew it, the nourishment started to flow. Umm, that is good, he thought. What Jim did not realize was that the enema inside him was a parasite developed in the king's lab. It was now on its way to his brain. As he drank the nourishment, it was attaching itself to his brain stem. This was the king's little secret. Jim would no longer yearn for cum from black cock. He would believe he MUST have it to survive. A lot of it. The parasite would make him its slave. And the parasite served the king. It was strange. He could almost hear himself chanting. "Thank you lord for the nourishment you have provided. We are humbled to be slaves to the black cock. We hereby pledge our hearts, our souls and our minds to the cause of the black cock. Use our bodies for your amusement and pleasure as we are worthy of nothing more than servitude to black cocks." As he said it he felt connected to the other women in the room. He learned that one was name Heather. She had been a stripper. Amanda had been a teacher. Charlene had been a dominatrix. And Sheila had been the mayor of a small town in Texas. How did he know all this? He wondered.