Chapter 4 - Lara'd pt. 2

 Lara put me in a position of complete submission before her and her dark wishes. I knew, as I waited for her to finish showering, that I could do just about anything...

 I could've jack off right then and there and tried to hide it. I could've gone through her phone as it lay on her bed, unlocked and within reach, or simply opened her laptop in the hopes of finding something to use against her. 

 Instead, I remembered my place and behaved, knowing that I couldn't risk losing her. I would just... find a way to live with all this. 

 Already, hearing her tell the story of how Study Buddy's big cock took away her self control turned me on. The idea of her going helplessly slutty drove me equally crazy. So while I could've overpowered her and had my way with her, what was the point? It was clear that I could never arouse the same feelings in her as a big black cock might... The idea of her being horny made me harder than ever, while forcing her down and dominating her held no appeal at all.

 My eyes went over the things in her room, from the pile of stuffed toys on her bed, to the heart-patterned sheets, the pink frames that surrounded all her family photos. At last, my eyes fell across the picture of us she kept on her night table that we took two years ago, and my eyes teared up. Back before any of this had happened. Back when she was mine and mine only... 

 I just couldn't understand how things had devolved in this way. How had she gone from being my princess to being my tormentor? Things would never be the same again. Gone was our happy future. Ended were our romantic talks. What killed me most were all the things that never happened... The early mornings that we were supposed to spend cuddling in bed, the walks hand in hand while being madly in love... 

"Baby?"

 Her voice brought me up from my existential trance. I wiped away my tears as quickly as I could, afraid of being reprimanded.

"Why are you crying?"

 She sat at the edge of the bed and sighed. A fluffy white robe hugged her body, her flesh still smoking from the shower. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."

 Sorry? She was sorry? Just like that? 

"We can stay home tonight, if you like." 

 Seriously... I couldn't understand how easy this had been. And not even on purpose. All that time trying to use my strength to stand up for myself, and all I needed to do was give in to my weakness to get what I want? 

 Now I... almost felt bad for her. She looked so glum sitting there at the edge of the bed, like she had just accidentally run over a raccoon or something.

"No, let's go," I insisted. "I want to make you happy." As much as she felt guilty, I could too. 

 She smiled sadly. "No, I don't think so... I feel so bad about all this. I truly felt I had done a good job."

"Of what?"

"You know... Getting you on board with all of this stuff."

"I just don't understand it. I mean, isn't this all very sudden?" 

"I don't get what you mean?"

"I feel like you've just had a shift in personality."

"I really haven't."

"But you never wanted this before."

"I always wanted it," she said, giggling darkly. "And I thought you did too. That's the thing. That's why I was so offended with your behavior. I thought for years that I knew what you wanted and it was the same thing I wanted, and that you loved me for me, and I suddenly saw that wasn't the case at all. That you just wanted me to be this docile girlfriend that makes you sandwiches, sucks your dick, and maybe forces you to watch a romance every other weekend." 

 Was that so bad? 

 Apparently so.

"So what do you want?"

"I want... I want to have fun. I want us to have a dynamic relationship. I want to push you and for you to push back, I want new things and new challenges."

"But you also want to be with other guys."

"Not alone. I want you to enjoy me being with other guys. Can't you see that?" 

 Thinking back on it, I did see that... I thought she did all those things before my eyes out of indifference. Now it seemed more like she waited to do them on purpose, only to get my reaction. To involve me with her. It was twisted and fucked up, but...

"I guess I see it now." 

 My eyes went down to her wiggly little toes. I wondered what it would be like to see them curl helplessly as a long cock ripped into her. I wanted to see those eyes water from pain and pleasure, and see that perfect body lose all control and come apart as she got dominated. 

"I'm sorry too," I told her. "I guess I really do want this. I'm just afraid of losing you." 

"You won't lose me. Trust me. Just hearing you say that makes me so happy. It gives me hope." 

"I want us to go that party."

 Lara nodded happily. "Okay. We'll go. Let me get ready."
 
 There was an intimacy to helping her get ready that I couldn't have imagined. Watching as she rubbed on scented oil and soft creams, making her body soft and smooth for the black hands that would soon be all over it. Watching as she put on high-class lingerie, knowing she was trying to look her best for her black lover. Helping and giving her whatever she needed from the drawers and holding her mirror up as she put on eyeshadow and rolled the lipstick over her full lips. A golden chain was wound around her freshly-done braid, while two soft forelocks fell past the edges of her face, framing it perfectly.

 Lara fought to pull on a pair of tight jean shorts over her plump booty. She then laced up a pair of platform boots and swung into a leather jacket,  left open to show off her bouncy breasts and the bra that barely held them in.

 There was a sweet, homey smell to her body, made gentler by the absence of any perfumes.

"Do I look good?" 

 She looked more than just good. She looked... perfectly breedable. Completely ready to be blacked. "Fucking amazing."

 We were about to out the door when she put her hand on my shoulder in the doorway and turned me around. "One more thing. Tonight I... I would like it to be special."

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, sweetie, as you know this is all very new to me. And I was thinking maybe... Maybe I could lose my virginity."

 Just the thought of that happening made me hard and breathless. And it had an effect on her too. I could see her own chest rising and falling, shaking her breasts in their cups, her face blushing as she spoke.

"Ever since I was little and guys flirted with me, I promised myself I would wait until that special guy came around. And I think I've found him." She paused, her lustful gaze and rushing breaths taking hold of her body, her pussy no doubt running wet in those shorts. "I want to give myself over to him. But I need you to be okay with it."

 I knew what this meant. Not what her words meant, or what mine would mean exactly, but the fact that I would sign off on my rights as a male in front of her eyes forever. I would give her over to an alpha that would destroy her for me forever and get her to lose herself in boundless pleasure, something I could never aspire to match up to, never mind replace.

 Though I had no choice, I needed to agree on record to be a cuck and accept big black cock as her natural right.

"Of course," I said. "I want you to be the happiest." 

 And that settled it. We went out into the world.

 The driveway in front of Lara's house was dead quiet. We got into her father's car and drove off. On the way, she played classical music. But I decided to make a switch to rap and lyrics about white bitches in heat, which made her giggle. 

"Where is this party anyway?"

"At Yenn's place."

"No way..."

 Lara nodded. "Oh, way." 

 We drove to the mansion outside of town, a place that was more remote than simply high-class, surrounded by tall trees and a formidable brick wall. Even after passing through the gate, we spent minutes driving to reach the place. The property must've been huge. We knew Yenn to be rich, but not this stupidly wealthy.

 The neoclassical facade of the mansion came into view... Many of the people I could see were from our school. Lara parked the car and we got out, giddy to see what came next...

 The atmosphere inside was not as wild as I pictured on the way. There were no groups so much as different couples, all of which did their own thing as the music played throughout the many rooms.
 
 What no longer surprised me that all the couples were exclusively black on white ones. The few instances where I saw a white guy, I could tell that he, like me, was only a cuck here accompanying his girlfriend for a blackening.

 All the girls were sluttily dressed, in everything from skintight dresses, to schoolgirl outfits, to simply wearing bikinis...

 I spotted Triss's ginger locks by the staircase. She wore a pair of bright leather pants enough to be see-through, while her breasts had been left bare apart from the x-shaped pasties that covered her nipples. She talked to a middle-aged black guy perhaps three times her size, whose stubby fingers had come down to caress her freckled breast. Triss kept biting at her lower lip, so aroused to be teary-eyed, beer spilling from the cup as her hand shook in anticipation.

"Nice, isn't it?" asked Lara.

"It is..." I agreed. 

 Everywhere I looked I could see my classmates, from the most upstanding ones like Mercy to the good-for-nothings like Widowmaker engaging in some sort of sensual activity with a black guy, their tight and thicc bodies getting groped as they themselves stared in admiration at broad chests and popping shoulders.

 This was no longer a family estate or some mere teen party. It had become an active breeding ground - a metaphysical entity of fiery lust, total domination, and complete submission. Every girl here had come with one purpose: to be blacked. And every black here had come to lay claim to their sweet white pussies and use them to unload the seed from their heavy balls. 

 Lara finally spotted her Study Buddy and ran up to him, jumping into his arms. The ease with which he held her and the rush with which she kissed him made my cock twitch with jealousy. Why couldn't I have been born a strong black guy?

 But the following thought was even more disturbing. Why, a part of me asked, wasn't I born a breedable white girl?

 Lara whispered something in Study Buddy's ear and then they came over. He carried her. I prepared for the face-crunching blow that would splatter my brains against the wall.
 
 Instead, he simply extended his strong arm, wanting to shake my hand. "Glad to see you came, man." There wasn't even a hint of irony in his voice.

 Why was he being nice to me? "T-Thanks," I stammered back in reply. This wasn't what I expected at all.

 Lara sat perched on his muscular arm like a little girl going out for a walk to the candy shop with her daddy. "Baby, why don't you get some drinks for us?" 

 I nodded and ran off immediately, too scared to stand there another second. Somehow, I had made peace with being abused by a bully. But this? I didn't want the guy that blacked the love of my life to become my friend. 

 I struggled to discover just where exactly the drinks where. Suddenly, overbearingly, I felt to take a piss and maybe be alone for a while. I dared not interrupt any of the couples engaged in melting-hot makeout sessions and ask if they knew the way to the bathroom. 

 From the corner of my eye a sight caught my attention. Amanda from my class was caught between two muscular guys, rubbing her ass and chest against both. She wore black-and-white tracksuit. The skintight outfit made it crystal clear that she wore nothing underneath, and that her hardened nipples were making their way over the guy's chest while she used her huge ass to massage the other's cock.

 A moment later, she wrapped one arm around each and made out with them both...
 
 My cock couldn't take it anymore. 

 I finally found my way to the bathroom and went inside, shutting the door and locking it tight. I took a quick piss, then sat down trying to regulate my thoughts. Then I heard something.

 I hadn't been able to pick up on it when I entered, but now I could hear it clearly, echoing off the walls. Next to me, through the patterned glass of the shower, I could see the colorful attire and blonde hair of a girl on her knees before one of the bulls.

 She sucked him off hard and fast, her wet slurping sounds and the occasional choking finally lodging into my earways.

"You love that big black cock baby?" 

"Oh," she groaned with desperation, "I love it." 

 My cock came to life, bursting with the need to be stroked. Just my luck -  somebody knocked on the door. I had no idea what to do. Part of me wanted - needed - to sit here and enjoy this for a little longer. The other wanted to flee immediately.

 Finally, the shower door slid open and out came Samus, her platinum blonde hair and tight cheerleader uniform shimmering under the neon lights. She glanced at the door, then at me. I thought she would scream in shock.

"Is that for you?" I shook my head. "Oh, okay!" 

 A black hand shot out and yanked her back inside by the hair. They didn't bother to shut the door. Through the glass I could see as he pushed her against the wall and lifted her leg, starting to fuck rough from behind. 

 I crept my towards the door, wanting to get out, but glanced over, watching as his coock pushed into her with expertise, his hard ass and muscle-bound back activating beautifully. Her legs trembled weakly and she moaned like a wounded animal as he kept going, and going...

 Sensing my presence, his head shot back and he gave me an angry glance. I took a step forward, carefully, bowing my head, not wanting to arouse further displeasure, and slid the door back.

 Then I got the fuck out of there. 

 At last, I found my way to the drinks table and poured three cups, then made my way in search of Lara and... and our bull. 

 They were on an armchair. He held Lara in his lap, her long and luscious legs crossed over the armrest. The tips of his fingers slid over her smooth skin, back and forth from her thighs and down to her ankles. Her arms were wrapped around him lovingly. 

 I meant to pass the drinks when the blast went off. I lowered myself to the ground out of instinct, hearing people scream. The music cut off. Now, over the anxious cries of my classmates, I could hear a booming voice screaming, "Yennefer!" over and over. 

 Geralt?

 Lara and I exchanged an equally confused glance. But soon Geralt passed through the doorway, waving the gun around, demanding to see Yennefer immediately.

 When people started talking he shot at the ceiling, accidentally hitting a light.

"What the hell are you doing!" cried Lara. "Calm down." 

 Geralt pointed the gun at her. "I'm hunting."

"Hunting what?" 

"Niggers." 

 I almost laughed at the seriousness with which he said that, but managed to suppress it in time. He sure looked capable of shooting anyone right about now. 

"Get out of here, you stupid man. Fucking racist retard," snapped Lara. 

 I prayed he wouldn't shoot her. But into the room came Yenn. 

 Her hair looked positively disheveled while her pale, sweat-drenched body radiated light. Not an inch of her was covered up. The light caught the smears of cum running down her legs and breasts, while her reddened ass and chewed out nipples carried the clear marks of abuse.  

 In her wake came not one, but three guys. Her boyfriend, and two others - all of them just as naked, with their black cocks dangling wet between their legs, beads of sweat running down their cyclopean physiques.
  
 Yenn fell back into her boyfriend instinctively, for comfort, for protection, burying his cum-dripping cock between her cheeks. The other two stood at her sides, their arms crossed, their gigantic black cocks swinging freely between their thick legs.

 Geralt eyes gaped at them stupidly. He trembled, unable to even bring his gun up. "Yenn..."

"I gave you a choice. You could be with me and be happy, or be by yourself and miserable. You chose the latter."

 He threw the gun down and dropped to his knees, pleading with her. He crawled over to kiss her feet, bowing his head to the ground. "Please... Please... I'll do anything..." 

 Yenn gave him a long look. But from over her shoulder, looking at Geralt in disgust, her boyfriend said, "Get him the fuck out of here." 

 The other grabbed two grabbed on his arms to drag him out, at which point Geralt reacted, kicking and screaming. When they were near the door, he actually managed to escape their grasp and run towards Yenn once more, dropping to his knees and begging. But when the two returned they kicked his head and sent him rolling across the floor. One of them held Geralt up while the other punched him savagely in the stomach, hard enough for his vomit to come flying out with blood across the floor. 

 After that, they dragged him off over the floor with ease - like garbage - out of room. Yenn's boyfriend simply lifted her up over his shoulder and took her back upstairs.

"What an asshole," said Lara, smugly disbelieving. "He deserve far worse." 

 I thought that was pretty bad... Seeing it happen was an awakening. If that could happen to Geralt, what did that mean? Suddenly, the ones that were at the top were now at the bottom. I, a bottom bitch par excellence, still ranked higher than him in this new regime. Maybe it really was not all that bad...

 Lara told me we were going up. I walked behind the two of them as the bull carried her in his arms...

 Would it finally happen? Would this be the time when she lost her virginity?

 As we went up the luxurious stairs, we came to the first floor of the house. Here things were quiet, the lights turned off, every doorway covered in rich and dazzling fabrics that gave it the look of an eastern palace, except with a gothy overtone specific to Yenn.

 We passed the curtains of one room and ended up in cozy place that smelled of sweat and sweet things. There were pillows all over the floor, and huge stuffed animals, while a single TV that covered almost the entire wall played a BLACKED.com video. A close-up of a little white ass getting drilled by a huge cock. I stared, mesmerized, when the cock accidentally came out. Placed against the ass, it rose far past it, throbbing and leaking cum down the fat shaft. It took up the whole screen, flooding the room in its light.

 Something worthy of worship indeed.
 
 Study Buddy made his way to the corner and dropped down into the pillows, leaning against a supersized plushie version of Hypno. 

 Lara stood in front of him, smiling mischievously. She gave me a quick glance over her shoulder. "Honey?" 

 It took me a few moments to snap out of it and understand what she wanted. I helped her take the jacket off. My eyes lingered on her muscular back and the fragile strap of her bra. But her fingers went to her shorts, which she unbuttoned and let slide to the floor. 

 She turned sideways, presenting herself in front of our bull, tracing her fingers down her arched back and the jutting curve of her ass. Presenting herself for breeding. 

 He grabbed his crotch in response, and beckoned her to come over. 

 In every other corners, different bulls were having at it. I could see Ashley riding the cock of one, caught in a full nelson, the golden cross she wore reaching down between her breasts and jumping up up with them at every thrust. 

 In the other two I could see our school princesses, Daisy and Peach, both getting rammed hard from behind, their soft pale asses spread open by strong black hands, hugging the plushies in their corners as those dripping wet monsters went in and out of their assholes, cum leaking out each time. 

 All three cried submissively, their legs quivering from constant orgasming, their drooling mouths hanging open in pure joy, their eyes rolled back as they swam in a sea of infinite pleasure. This was the zenith of experience: surrendering your slutty body like a fucktoy to a powerful, throbbing black cock. 

 Lara was on all fours. Her top half slithered down to give worship to his cock, while her ass swayed playfully in the air. The laced panties bunched up between her soft ass cheeks, leaving a gorge between the circular mounds of her ass cheeks.

 She bit and sucked at his cock through his pants at first, then slowly pulled them down, one painful moment after another, teasing herself with the stupid length of his cock. Once she passed the head, the whole thing popped up for a moment. The force of gravity was too much for its size, pulling down the dripping head and leaving an arch at the middle. One enormous vein ran along the shaft, inked out by the light of the TV and pulsing hard as it struggled to feed that thing enough blood.

 And she hadn't lied. I watched as both hands came to rest on the shaft, not even close to reaching the head, leaving ample room for another. Person for mine? 

 What! No... That was super gay. I needed to stop thinking such retarded things. This made me enough of a faggot already. 

 Study Buddy's eyes met with mine. "Hey, sit down." His tone remained friendly. His hand kept slapping into the pillow next to him as an invite.

 My spit nearly caught in my throat. Swallowing was too hard. 

 I went over and sat next to him, getting an exquisite view of Lara. She smiled at me and winked, sending a shiver down my spine into the core of my being and throughout my whole cock... 

 Her sweet face pressed against his cock lovingly, her fingers massaging it gently as her eyes looked up in wonder at how much bigger it could be even than her own head. 

"Your cock is so big," she whispered. "Do you like it, baby?"

"It's r-r-really huge," was all that I could stammer out.

 Lara kissed it gently, making her way up and down the towering shaft. Study Buddy reached out and put a powerful hand over hear head, which made her both tremble in awe and lick her lips with excitement. 

 The bull retained his almost kingly position as she worshiped him, massaging his black cock with her wet pink tongue. She brought her lips up to the tip, closing her eyes as she kissed it and slurped on it audibly, the bubbles of spit and precum running down the growing shaft and her slender fingers. 

 I could not imagine anyone loving something so much. Watching her tend to him with so much love not only made me feel inferior, but just obsolete. There was no way my tiny dick could compete with this. I wasn't even sure it was bigger than her pinky. 

 You always heard about how women simply chose alpha males, only to hear the whiny voices of guys saying how that wasn't true, and how women dated anyone for status and money, no matter how fat or skinny or old they might be. Even the most hideous could turn out to be alpha males. 

 Nothing could've been further from the truth. Lara might've dated me out of affection for my personality, but she sucked on this dick because she loved it. Nothing in her entire life had ever left her so breathless and helpless, so completely willing to submit. It wouldn't have mattered who this cock might've been attached to. Not one bit. She would've still dropped down on her knees, ready to serve and breed at a moment's notice. 

 Willing slavery. 

 She buried her face deep into his balls, her half-closed eyes looking at them both with a dopey, drugged out expression as she massaged them gently in her mouth. His cock rested on her face, shining like a black jewel.

"Are you ready to get fucked?" asked Study Buddy.

 Lara laughed maniacally, as if she had just heard the silliest, most wholesome joke. "Am I ever!" 

 He rose and brought her up for a kiss then threw her down... 

... right on top of me. 

 The searing heat of her body was overwhelming, and now it was weighing down my cock. Her back pressed against my chest. She looked up at me and gave me one of those crazed, drugged out, overwhelmed with joy smiles. Yet it was also tender and innocent, utterly loving in that teeny optimistic kind of way. 

"Hi, baby..." 

"Hi..."

"He's going to fuck me."

"I know he is."

"Are you excited?" Her hands searched and found mine, then squeezed.

 I squeezed them back and kissed the top of her head. "I'm very excited."

 She gently slid off her panties, revealing her smooth slit of a pussy, and spread her legs open. Her hands reached backwards with the panties and hit my nose. They were soaking wet. She brought them down to my lips, which opened instinctively, and shoved them inside. 

 The beautiful eyes came up at me again and she giggled. "I hope I taste good, my little cuck." 

 Given my zero experience I had no idea if this was good or bad, but knowing it was the taste of her pussy was enough to make me melt. I bit down on them and suckled on the fabric.

 The bull came forwards and stroked her thighs gently, letting his cock rest on top of her stomach. It came far up enough to cover most of her stomach.

 Lara stared at it nervously, as if realizing for the first time just what she was in for. Her nails dug into my palms. "Jesus... Please be gentle with that thing..." 

 The bull grinned and slapped it against her tummy. "As gentle as I can be..."

  He brought the tip down and began to massage it against her clit and the wet lips of her pussy. Lara's head pushed into me, tilting back, her mouth opening to let moan escape as her face frowned in anticipation. 

 I couldn't help but feel how... oddly romantic this. I could see and almost feel everything she was going through, close enough to be physically connected to her body and receive the feedback of her emotions. 

 I finally understood what she meant when she claimed that this was about us and not about her. Both of us needed to be in this. Lara, to give herself over to a beautiful big black cock. And me, to make sure it all went well, to watch over her and give her my strength and support. As he would rip through her and break her into a helpless, throwaway cockslut, I needed to kiss her and hold her hand - remind her that she was still a preppy princess that ranked first among all. 

 The shaft started to make its way inside. Lara tried to close her legs off, but Study Buddy quickly grabbed them and spread them open. "Nuh-uh."

 Her body trembled, her chest rising and falling violently. Suddenly, she let go of my hand and put it over his chest to stop him. "Wait..." 

 But the bull took her hand into his and crushed it painfully until she yelped and took it back. "None of that," he whispered, his focus returning once more to the slow penetration. "Be brave."

 I took her little warm hand into mine and squeezed it gently. "It's going to be okay, sweetie." I kept kissing her head. "Just squeeze my hands. I'm right here with you. I won't let anything bad happen to you. It's going to feel great by the end..." 

 Her eyes opened on me momentarily, looking weak and afraid. She blinked and nodded, accepting it had to happen...

 When the cock reached halfway, Lara panted and sweated profusely, the beads trickling down her face and glittering on the round curves of her upper breasts as they rose and fell with the intensity of her emotions. 

 An inch more, and she cringed, baring her teeth from the pain. "It's too deep. Slow down. Please..." 

"Alright." But he flashed a smile and winked at me. He pushed the full length of his cock inside with one sudden thrust, pinning her legs down as he lowered himself on top of her... "Better?" 

 Lara shrieked. Her curled toes were pressing against the sides of my face. I kissed her foot and squeezed her hands. She wanted to leave my grip. But I held her down and comforted her... 

 The bull looked down into her eyes, the sweat dripping down from his face and into her open mouth. "Good, huh?" 

 Lara's open, gaping mouth produced no words. Her nails wound their way into my skin, and I could feel the burn as she made me bleed. Like her, I had to hurt. 

 We were one.

 He reached down and ripped her bra off with one motion, leaving her breasts perfect breasts out in the open, their candy-soft surface trembling from what was going on inside of her. 

 It seemed to motivate him.

 He began to pump her slowly, getting her used to the size of his massive cock. And having anything inside her to begin with. Let's not forget, this was her first time. That flawless white pussy was getting broken in by a big black cock, as it needed to be. And me there to witness it and support her. Encourage her getting blacked. 

 It drove us both crazy.

 By the sixth thrust, she regained some of her composure, or at least became able to speak. Her face still showed that she was in pain, but every so often an amazed smile broke through. "This feels amazing..." 

 Her breasts rocked back and forth with his motions, while I brought our arms together and hugged her tenderly as she took him deep inside. "You're doing so well," I told her. "You're great at this."

"I love you..." she whispered. To whom? To him? To me? To both of us, maybe.

 Soon he started to add a bit of speed with his every thrust, till he began to fuck her steadily. Lara tense body began to relax, not welcoming him inside. The awed grin became a constant, her eyes locking onto his as he sent shivers of pleasure and electrified her whole body.

 He came down and kissed her deeply, while Lara snatched her hands away from mine and wrapped her arms around his neck. Finally, he had taken complete control. It was painful, but also beautiful to watch... 

 I knew that this was no longer my girlfriend, exactly. This was only a mindbroken cockslut, a white whore in desperate need for a big black cock to ravage her body and leave it broken to pieces. There were no conflicting desires or values - only this, only the hunger and lust to worship a big black cock. 

 Study Buddy kept dragging her down till she slid away from my chest, at which point he lowered himself all the way down and locked her into a mating press.

 As if by magic, I looked around to see that all the others were doing the same. Ashley seemed particularly vocal as the cock kept slamming into her, her ankles bouncing at the sides of her head. 

 But soon our bull increased his speed and Lara began to groan in pain as well. Her nails scratched down his sweating back all the way to his muscular butt, seeking a release for her agony. Her feet were rotating helplessly and aimlessly, her toes curling and releasing, curling and releasing...

 To anyone else, it would've looked like hardcore rape. But it wasn't rape. It was only black breeding. Centuries of weak sex with limp white dicks had left them unadapted to proper, primal fucking, where the strongest man with the biggest dick used his strength to overpower all the females in sight and dominate them beyond what was necessary.

 Lara knew in advance that it would be pure agony, especially for the first time, but chose to do it anyway. The pleasure came from doing the right thing, no matter the cost or the personal losses. The joy of filling white wombs with black babies.

 That was what it came down to in the end. They could all deny it, and talk about how much better it felt, and how much nicer they looked - which was true, of course, but not the main motivator. What it came down to was their primary function as females kicking into full gear and soon as an ideal mate arrived on the scene. And in our school, tens of these had come out of nowhere.

 This was no easy or painless road. They all knew that. Yenn knew it, Miranda did too, Ashley, Samus, Triss... as did Lara. They knew they were giving up everything for a single thing. But that thing became more important than anything else, filled the void, and gave them a supreme purpose to be fulfilled at all costs...

 To worship big black cock.

 I watched as Lara submitted completely to its power, and took me on the journey with her. 

 The bull when in and out of her, in and out, slowing down only as a tease, relishing her cries and screams, thriving on her pain and willingness to take however much he could deal out...

 Lara screamed as she came, her legs vibrating against her face...

 But he didn't stop.

 A tattooed black guy came in and stood in the center of the room, naked. "Yo, B." 

"Just a sec," said Study Buddy. 

 And with that he began to fuck her with a power and intensity I could never have imagined. He went in and out of her with the speed of a predator, plunging deeper than ever before, breaking her frail body under his weight and strength. 

 Lara shrieked so wildly that he had to cover her mouth to protect his ears. But even her muffled screams told of the unbearable agony that was thrust upon her unexpectedly.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah!" The other guy clapped in encouragement. "Get that bitch." Even the others looked up from their own sessions to see what was happening. 

 Lara responded in the only way she knew how. Her body came over and over and over again, in spite of her screams and protests, not caring for any of it. 

 He lowered himself down for one last time, sending his cock to the deepest depths of her being. Jokingly, his friend put his foot on the guy's ass and pressed him even deeper. 

 Lara's mad screams went out.

 Study Buddy got up and pulled himself together, then turned to his friend casually, and asked, "What's up?" The two simply left, without a word or any concern whatever.

 Lara flopped around on the floor, her whole body trying to cope with what had just happened. She kept trying pathetically to hug herself, but her arms wouldn't stop shaking. The white of her eyes terrified me, as did the way her mouth gaped and closed like that of a dying fish. 

 Terrified, I dropped to my knees and did my best to comfort her. I grabbed her hand and kissed her, trying to rub her back into awareness. At length I simply pulled her up into my lap, rocking her like a baby and stroking her hair and body. 

 Slowly, she quieted down... 

 All around us people were whispering. Ashley left the room and returned with none other than Yenn, who was fully dressed and alone. She walked over in the tallest heels I had seen her wear to date, her tight leather pants squeaking with each move accompanied by miniskirt made of lace. A coat with fur lapels came all the way down to her knees, while a lace blouse came all the way up her neck and bloomed in a wild display of frills. 

 All black, except for her pristine white skin and the cold blue eyes. Yes, this was the Yenn I knew.

"Care to explain what happened here?"

"She got blacked. It was her first time." 

 Yenne smirked bitterly. "The first time is rough. But she seem to have taken it badly."

"It's okay..." I kissed Lara some more and tightened my hold on her, stroking the soft skin of her face. She had calmed down now. 

"You're so gentle with her..." I looked up to see Yenn staring at us confusedly. "She's my girlfriend."

"And who are you?" 

"What? I've been your classmate for years!"

 She shrugged her narrow shoulders, completely uncaring. "You mustn't have been worth my attention." She paused thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing on me. "Until now, anyway." 

 Her heels clacked as she made her way out. 

 I wondered what to do and how to get Lara dressed, when Yenn returned with Triss and Samus. 

"Hi, again," said Samus, waving at me. 

"Hello..." 

 I suddenly became the center of attention of the hottest girls in school. They all helped me in getting Lara dressed, then with carrying her down and gently placing her into the back seat.

 Yenn pushed the door closed quietly, then looked at me. "You're a nice guy." 

"Thank you." 

 She came over handed me a solid black card. On it was a number that stretched in silver. A telephone number.
 
"That's my private line. Call me when you can. I would like to meet up and..." she thought of what to say, looking confused. "... discuss today's events. Good night, now. Take care of Lara." 

 I watched as she strolled back towards the house.

 I looked at the card. 

 What? 

 Had I just been asked out on a date?

 By Yenn? 

 By the hottest girl literally ever? 

 I leaned against the car just to be able to stand upright. I stared at the card, amazed. 

 Yenn asked me out on a date.

 Yennefer.

 How. 

 How.

 How.

 I pulled myself together enough to get into the car. My heart moments away from exploding.

"Baby?" murmured Lara.

"Yes?"

"I love you so much..."

"I love you too..." 

 I slipped the card into my pocket. 

 But a moment later I brought it back out.

 I wanted to hold it at least.

 It carried her scent even...

 That earthy, musky scent...

 Yenn. 

 Yes, please.  