Message-ID: <20636eli$9903180432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 5/13 (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: <19990317224748.19369.00000344@ng36.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 5 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.") Len came home and found the front door padlocked one day. He'd lost his job three weeks ago and hadn't been able to find anything else. He fingered the lock and banged on the door, disgusted. He walked around the side of the house, looked in the windows. Everything was inside -- all their clothes, the television, computer, everything. They'd been threatened with eviction only a week ago. There should have been some sort of legal process, some sort of warning. Besides, could it possibly be legal for them to be thrown out because of the stories that were spreading? Well, the stories had got him fired, so anything was possible. People at work had started asking about his kids. They knew his wife Sue had been pregnant twice in the last two years. They'd even given a baby shower the first time. But there were no pictures on the desk, no talk about child care, no requests for babysitters. He'd broken to someone the fact that the baby had been given up for adoption. Everyone took it well. But the second time, someone with a friend in the hospital had told the rest of the story: the black baby, the visits from several different men during her stay, the wife seen with the kinky-headed brown baby in the grocery store one day, then the baby never seen again. No one had the full story, but they had enough to make life unpleasant. And his company didn't want that. He had been released with 2 weeks pay -- after 14 years of service. Someone had called the landlord with a story that was too-damned-close to the truth and they'd received an eviction notice. He kept looking for work every day, Sue was usually out during the days doing who-knew-what for Oscar. They must've come and locked the place up sometime in the last 4 hours. ------ "Oscar, we're in trouble." Len was sitting across the table from the tall black man, sipping a glass of scotch whiskey. As usual, Oscar turned down any alcohol. "I've heard. There's been rumors. I take it they're true." "Yes." "Well. Life is hard sometimes, isn't it? Isn't that what you white folk always tell us?" Len shook his head. "Don't give me that crap. This is completely different and you know it. We're friends, Oscar. This is turning us both on!" "It turns us on, but don't make the mistake of thinking we're friends." He turned and motioned to the waitress. She delivered a glass of club soda quickly. He smiled at her. "She turnes me on. We're not friends." "So, what are you telling me?" "Nothing. Just that I regret your position. But I don't know what effect you think it will have on me? Why should I be concerned?" "Damn! If we don't have a place to live, where will you and your joy-boys get your rocks off?" "We'll fuck someone else. Though, I must admit Sue breeds strong babies." "And she likes black cock, we've been over this ground before." Oscar smiled. Len could tell he was getting some kind of enjoyment out of the predicament Sue and he found themselves in. The front door of the bar opened. A group of three black men walked in, arms around each other, laughing. Behind them walked Sue. She was dressed in a white floor length dress, a flowing summery design. It had a high collar and no sleeves. The dress itself was pleated from the waist to the hem and flowed around her slim legs nicely. She smiled when she saw Len. "Len!" She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him deeply, then sat down next to him. "I'm so fucking hot! You're in for it tonight!" she laughed. "I don't think so," he said with a defeated tone to his voice. She turned her head to Oscar. "What's up?" "I believe your white friends have turned on you. Your husband now has no job and you have no home. You've been locked out. And I know your landlord. Very conservative. You're not getting back in." "Which means?" Len yelled. "It means we're not only fucking broke and unemployed, but we can't even get back in the house to get our clothes! That's what it means!" He pushed the chair back, knocked it to the floor. Then, he stormed across the room and out through the front door. Sue looked at Oscar with panic on her face. "Can't you help?" Oscar smiled. "I can help. Why should I help? I can make sure you have food to keep the baby healthy, but that's all I'm concerned about." She gave him a puzzled look. "Maybe that's all you're interested in, but your friends seem to have a lot more in mind. You know, sometimes I think you've got tunnel vision." "My friends use you at my whim. If I say yes, it's yes. If I say no, they don't get any. Pretty simple equation. I owe them nothing." She studied his face but there was no clue there. He may have been serious. She got up and walked outside to where Len was standing, back against the wall of the bar. "I think we're in this too deep," he said. She put her arms around his shoulders. "Maybe. I don't think we can turn back, though. How would we do it?" "Don't turn back? So what do we do to go forward? Do you have a plan?" He was angry, spat the words out at her. "No. Nothing yet. But, we had better come up with something quickly. I'll go talk to Oscar again." He nodded, followed her back to the table. "Oscar. I know you're not going to just walk away from us. We both have too much invested. It's been 2 babies and this new one is nearly 10 weeks. We have history and a future." Oscar nodded. "I've given it some thought. I know Len's industry. He's never going to work again. And I know you will not get back into that house. You're completely indigent. Except of course for your cars and whatever you have in your pockets." Len nodded. But $8500 equity in an old BMW wasn't going to get them far. And there was exactly $152 in his pocket. "This is my offer. It's not negotiable. You can take it or leave it. The two of you can live upstairs in the whore house I run off of 12th street. I will provide 2 meals daily. You will continue to sing for me, you will continue to breed for me. But, two nights a week, you can work the whorehouse, or this bar. You can choose. "As usual, you will refrain from unprotected sex at any time you do not have my child inside your womb. I will choose all of your clothes from now on. You can keep any money you earn. Len, you are welcome to tend bar, change bedsheets, or otherwise help around the whorehouse and the bar." They looked at him in amazement. It sounded as though he'd thought the entire thing out long before. The agreement covered all the bases. "That isn't fair and you know it. Who is going to pay to have sex with her when you give her to all your friends?" "My friends do not frequent whores. They use women like your wife. White slut cum dumps who enjoy it and don't even have the decency to get paid for it. You will be servicing a completely different set of clients for money. The college kids, the truckers, the blue collar boys out for a night with their buddies. You'll also be servicing the ass-fuckers, the titty ropers, the handcuff set, the ass-whippers, the nipple clampers, all of the kids of people I won't have for friends." He smiled as Len squirmed. Sue didn't seem pertubned. "You'll notice that most of the perverts are white boys. The limp-dicked accountants and lawyers who take off their $1,200 suits and ask you to diaper them. Or the little henpecked pieces of shit who want to put clothespins on your cuntlips because their wives will hardly let them touch them down there, let alone do anything that sick." "Two nights a week?" Len asked softly. "Two nights. The rest of the week, you're mine. Same arrangement as before. Only this time, you're making money and I'm setting the hours." It was true. Over the last two years, both Len and Sue had become accustomed to having men drop by anytime day or night. Anyone who had Oscar's blessing and a hardon showed up on their door for a quick piece. "How much money can we make in two nights, especially given that we're not dealing with a high-traffic area, and we're not looking at men with a lot of cash," Len objected. Oscar smiled at Sue, reached his hand across the table and placed it on top of hers. "It all depends on how hard she hustles. And, once the word gets out, no doubt you'll begin to see regular traffic..." SLAVE TRADE - end of part 5 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----