Message-ID: <20497eli$9903120437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 3/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990311222510.29629.00001300@ng-fp1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 3 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") When he finished, Joe took his place. He rolled her on her belly, then raised her ass. "On your knees." She got up on her knees. He placed the head of his cock at her pussy hole. She felt his hands reach down under her, wrapping around her firm not-yet-big belly. "This little one's going to feel it, I think. I hope it's a girl!" He shoved his cock into her, she felt the movement inside her. He fucked for nearly fifteen minutes, as she rode on a wave of cum after cum. His one hand held her belly, the other worked her clit. She was tossing her head back and forth, moaning and screaming. Al and Joe were laughing at how much noise she made, at how hot a bitch she was, about how they'd talk about her at work tomorrow, then probably send fresh meat for Oscar to check out for her. ------ Len and Sue were sitting at the dinner table at T and L's home. These were some of the only friends who still socialized with them. As the evening went on, they hit on the subject of babysitters. Who was watching the new baby tonight? Sue explained that they'd sent the baby away. She and Len hadn't been able to come up with a story they thought sounded convincing, so they didn't offer one. When T pressed, Sue finally said that Len wasn't the real father, and the real father had threatened a lawsuit if they didn't give her over. They'd backed down. T and L believed them, but were skeptical. ----- Three months later, Sue was again on the delivery table at the hospital. She recognized one of the attending nurses as one who had been there the first time. Her looks of disapproval continued through most of the 9 hour labor. When the black child's head emerged from Sue's body, the nurse spit on her and walked out of the room. The others were less condemning, they simply all stopped talking. No more encouraging words for the rest of the deliver, no enthusiasm about the new life she'd created. ----- It was the second day after the baby's delivery. Mother and child had again been kept in the hospital for observation. The doctors were very evasive, just said that they were running "tests." Late the second evening, the door to Sue's room opened. She was still awake, watching one of the late night TV shows. "Yo, mama!" She turned her head and saw that one of the male nurse's aides had walked into the room. She recognized him immediatley. He was the one who had shaved her in the deliver room. She'd been alone with Len, a nurse, and the male nurse's aide. Len had asked the nurse some misleading questions, all the time watching the aide get more and more excited. Finally, he'd insisted that she be shaved and that the young man do the work. The nurse objected, but Len was adamant. Sue knew it was only because he wanted to watch her lying there on her back, feet in the stirrups, being shaved by this strange black man. He turned around and locked the door. "I take it from the look of your baby that you prefer dark meat?" She looked at him. She hadn't been fucked in over a week and, according to the doctor, she was able to start again as long as she took it easy. Her eyes grew wider and she pushed the bedsheets down. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a white hospital gown. He knew it was open down the back and that it also had a slit at each breast for nursing. "Show me your white titties," he said. She pulled the slits open and pushed her breasts through. They were swollen with milk, the new baby hadn't relieved her in four hours. The orderly walked to her and started sucking on the left nipple. It grew hard and the milk started flowing. "PFFF!!!!" he spit it on the bed. "Shit!" She grinned. What did he expect? "Pull that thing up around your waist and open up." He unzipped his pants as she slid the flimsy material up over her hips. Her shaved cunt was exposed for him to see. "I do nice work, don't I?" He climbed onto the bed, leaned down and kissed her. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, pulling him close and kissing him deep. She moved her hips up and worked his cock into her without his hands helping. He was moaning and grinning from ear to ear. He fucked her gently -- told her he knew she was still delicate -- but she kept grinding against him hard. He worked in and out, met her rhythm, and soon they were fucking hard. She reached up and grabbed the metal rails, moaning and crying out. Oscar burst through the door and ran across the room. He pulled the aide off of her, threw him halfway across the room. She lay there, eyes wide, legs spread, gasping. Oscar put his hand between her legs. There was no blood and he nodded in satisfaction. "Young man, come here," he said without turning. The aide pulled up his pants and walked across the room. "You see this body?" He indicated her. "These thighs? How strong and sturdy they are? And these hips - wide, just right for child bearing." His hands continued to caress her body. "Your patient is going to breed many babies for me before I'm done. And that's the problem. These babies must be mine. Her genes and mine are very strong. I want the best I can breed. If they are girls, they will be breeding sluts like their mother. If they are boys, they will become strong men like me. Independent men, strong, fierce. Men who are dedicated to getting what they want out of life. Just as I've got her." Sue lay there with her eyes closed, listening to his speech. She felt the excitement that always came when she was reduced to exclusively her sexuality. "Now, if you want to use her tonight, I have no objection. Just don't get her pregnant." He threw a handful of rubbers down on the bed. "For some friends. Black men, ok?" The aide grinned. Oscar kissed Sue on the forehead, whispered "treat them right" and left. SLAVE TRADE - end of part 3 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----