Neighborhood Controller: LaTisha's Tale
mc; mg; mdom; preg
It's different being controlled in the suburbs than in the city. In the city they do things in mass, due to something called bandwidth, with poor blacks like my mother and aunts unable to avoid the masters' control. I grew up expecting to be knocked up in a passerby or cop right in front of my house, or in school. I knew I wouldn't object. Mom never objected when Sargent McCullum stopped by. In fact she always met him by the door and asked for it, even if she had been saying that whatever number of child was the last one just moments before. Mom didn't want that for me.
In the suburbs, they control you much better, and Mom knew that. She didn't want me to suddenly be all eager to be knocked up and then as soon as they knocked you up, regret it and be unable to do anything. In the suburbs, the controller keeps you in love. Mom wanted that for me.
So I went to live with my Uncle Micah, who got out of the city by becoming a store manager of a grocery store and transferring to take over a store outside of the city. He lived alone, and I was supposed to help him take care of the house. He said that there was a new controller that was starting up in the neighborhood.
Girls are never notified of a controller's existence, but Uncle Micah told me what to look for. I think Little Amber was the first to fall under control. I remember seeing her come home naked, with a boy's seed coating between her legs on the last day of school before summer vacation. Then there was poor Yuki. I was walking down the street when her father literally threw the naked girl out the front door. I hadn't even know she was a girl.
I think I was the third girl that the controller arranged mating for. It occurred in my Uncle's backyard. Uncle Micah had a garden, and it amused him to have me tend to it in just a loin cloth. My bare breasts and naked back got the full glare of the hot summer sun, darkening my already dark skin to a deep chestnut hue. The tasks were not exactly back breaking, but it took a while to pick four rows of green beans.
My master lived next door. Chris was fourteen, and was often assigned tasks by his parents to take care of the yard. One day after mowing the lawn, he spotted me picking the beans, and offered me some lemonade. It was hot, so I took up the offer. We sat down under the old oak tree drinking the lemonade. As we drunk, I began to notice that my nipples were getting hard and I was getting wet between my legs. My heart was racing as I sat next to Chris.
I kissed him when I finished my glass, my hard nipples pressing into his naked chest. The kiss deepened as he pushed me on to my back. My loin cloth slid off, and his jean shorts slid down, allowing his white cock to touch my chestnut pussy. Pleasure coursed through my body as he slid inside me, my black arms pulling his white body closer to me.
He took me like the masters and overseers used to take young black slaves in the South, without asking, without stopping, because he could. His cock pulsed within me, and I knew, as the pleasure overwhelmed my body, that he was planting his baby in my womb. Even if he didn't succeed then, my master would try my unresisting slave girl body again and again until it swelled large with child after child.
Chris helped me up, afterwards, and helped me finish picking the beans, before sending me naked, back to my uncle with his seed still leaking from between my legs. Uncle Micah was amused, and took to watching me in the garden, where Chris would become master to my slave, sending his seed into my womb at least twice every day.
Right before school started, I discovered that Chris had put his baby inside me, probably that first time. I informed him, offering myself as his slave. Aside from nudity, he did not order me, in fact he treated me like I was his master, not slave, taking care of me as my belly swelled and my classmates teased me about my breeding hips.
I gave birth to his first little mixed blood boy that spring, and by midsummer my belly was already swelling with another. Until I turned eighteen, that was my purpose in life, and I figured that my life would be just like my mother and my aunts, raising a brood of babies until I could no longer have them. I was wrong. Chris insisted that my studies be kept up, and I got a scholarship to Tech. There I majored Computer Science, and eventually became a respected Professor, with Chris mostly taking care the brood of seven children that he had fathered on me before college I had my eighth, when Chris and I finally got married after I got my doctorate.
I'm hoping that the new neighborhood we moved in has a controller, so my daughters can grow up just like I did. But if it doesn't, I can always send them to live with Uncle Micah.
