Chapter 1 - Encounters

 An infinity of books couldn't keep her entertained.

 A journey through several tears resulted in a whole lot of new books. Elizabeth sat cross legged on the bed and went through her haul. 

 Books on law.

 Books on philosophy.

 Books on... travel?

 The worn tome that came into her hands detailed travels done in Africa and came with many painstaking maps of various regions and illustrations of different landscapes, fauna, and even local people. 

 Elizabeth flipped through pages with detachment, until one particular illustration of a tribesman caught her eye. His lanky body had been painted white and he held a spear in one hand. But what made her stop short was the size of the thing between his legs. 

 Surely there was something wrong with it.
 
 Surely one couldn't get that big naturally.

 That's just vulgar!

 Elizabeth flicked the page away, not sparing the matter another thought... then went back to look at it again. "How can it be so big?" she wondered aloud. Frustratingly, the author decided to comment on every little thing about the illustration except the penis size. "What incompetent fools."

 She had looked through enough anatomy textbooks and art illustrations to know that they couldn't get that big. If anything, they were usually a quarter of what that was, or less. 

 The only thing she could think of that differed in what she had seen and what this illustration in particular showed was the origin of the man in question. Certainly, even her anatomy textbooks were more or less based on the European populations, though there were many other people out there, and Columbia supposedly welcomed people of value from any part of the world.

 So... 

 Could it have been a distinction of darker-skinned men? Of African men in particular? To have it... that big?

"That's interesting," she said, tapping the page and rolling the tip of her tongue over her lower lip.

 No, not interesting...

 That wasn't the word she was looking for.

 Curious. Yes. A curious thing.

 One that required further research. 

 Her options, however, were somewhat limited. How precisely could she get a man naked to study him? And how many timelines would it take to jump through until she even met one that fit the type?

 In any case... her best shot of getting a guy to display himself required her prepping up with enough sultry accessories to raise their apprehension. It might've been a scientific question for her, but they surely wouldn't respond well to feeling like experiments. 

 Rather than waste time putting together a new outfit, she simply wore the usual white blouse, but she made one significant adjustment: she wore nothing under it. Her supple breasts moved freely under the thin fabric, their curves filling out the blouse and stretching it, her nipples nudging through. 

"Somewhat perverted," she judged, inspecting herself in the mirror. But it would do...
 
 The next step was to find a man. A black man.

 The first tear she went through proved to be a complete disappointment. All she had found was a family lunch in a sunny garden. The second proved to be deserted. The third... The fourth... The fifth...

  Elizabeth finally entered such a strange environment that it took a while to understand just what it was. The interior was warm and wet, with moisture dripping down the tiled walls. Only when he saw someone go past her holding a towel around his waist and giving her a strange look did she figure it out: a sauna.

 Oddly a good place for what she wanted, though it was still possible not to find what she needed. Yet as she went down the dark hallway glancing into one room and then another, her body began to sweat from the heat.

 Elizabeth looked down to see the curves of her breasts swaying as she hurried along, but also that the fabric had become moist and transparent, gluing itself to her skin. 

 How impractical. 

 At length she found one entryway above which the words FOR NEGROES were inscribed in red. Certainly emphatic, these people. Such kind of discrimination would've never been tolerated on Columbia. 

 Only one man sat in this part of the sauna. His back faced Elizabeth as she made her way inside, huge and muscular, strained under some sort of exercise. He is so... great in stature, she thought. Like a statue of Hercules. 

 Every so often she could hear him moan and see his musculature rippling, accompanied by a sloshing noise. Only when she went closer and turned to see him from the front did she see that he stroked himself all alone.

 A rock-hard shaft stretched from his crotch, his massive hand massaging it up down, milking it methodically. The engorged head spilled cum with every forward thrust of his hand, with a long threads connecting between the head and the floor. 

 His eyes came up and he saw her. "Ma'am?" he asked nervously.

 You're so big... Elizabeth tried to speak but found herself unable to. The size of the thing had more of a reaction on her than she thought possible, sending a tingle from her stomach area that spread throughout her entire body. 

 After all that jumping around from one timeline to another, she had finally found what she was looking for. And it was real. They truly were that big...

 Without saying a word, she found herself talking a few steps forward and bringing her hand down to touch it - and wrapped around it.

 It felt so nice in her grip. Soft at the touch of skin against skin, but as hard as could be underneath, pulsing with life and desire, growing only bigger now that it found itself under her protective warmth.
 
 Not only that, but the color... The color contrasted so beautifully with her milky white hand. She couldn't imagine many people having one this big, nor many girls being fortunate enough to touch one so freely. Suddenly, Elizabeth felt excited and honored to be granted access to such a kingly rod. 

 She lowered herself onto her knees instinctively to get a better look at it, fighting against the protests at the man in front of her. Why would he refuse this? 

 Of course, she couldn't be aroused by such a thing. This was only a matter of curiosity.

 She wrapped both her hands around it, amazed at how much room for a third and even a fourth still remained. Astounding... Her small white hands could barely do anything to grapple with a thing of its size. Still... she tried. She stroked similarly to how he had been doing before, milking every drop of sperm from his cock... 

 I wonder what it tastes like. Such questions couldn't be answered. She couldn't just introduce random substances into her body and hope for it to pan out well. 

 She raised her gaze and found his head to be tilted back, feeling what she imagined to be the same sort of pleasure she felt when tasting a morsel far too sweet for her taste buds. A tingling in the brain. His sculpted chest glistened in the low light, shiny beads like diamonds running down its ebony planes and curves. 

 Elizabeth could feel the tense and release of his body coinciding with the pressure she used on his cock. How interesting... 

 She stroked him gently, then hard, and everywhere in between, trying to see all the possible reactions she could get out of him. Her eyes kept going down to the scrotum dangling below - a tempting target for research, but perhaps too sensitive to this kind of touch.

 The heat in the sauna, however, made left her dripping wet. The fabric of her blouse stuck to her torso as if glued, almost painful to peel off. Wet strands of hair dangled over her face, while beads of sweat passed her eyes and mouth, destroying her makeup. 

 Coming from the corridors, she could hear some commotion. Have they found me? Or has it found me? Either way, haste was needed if she was to finish all of this in time. 

 With her small white hands wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, she went back and forth, faster and faster, feeling its violent throbbing under heart soft fingers. 

 He groaned loudly, the sound echoing all over the sauna. Ropes of cum shot out from the head and splattered an unready Elizabeth on the face. 

 Still, she pleasured him until every lost drop got milked out, at which point his cock softened. She could feel the threads of his warm seed oozing down her face and between her fingers. 

 As people passed the doorway, she got up and ran, in search of another tear that could get her out. A loose tile held one. Elizabeth ripped into it and stepped past to the other side.  

 She found herself in an alleyway that connected two busy streets. It was dark out, but warm and breezy. Fireworks were going up in the air at a distance. Well-dressed gentlemen went by with their canes banging against the cobblestones, and every so often a small car would pass by, its loud engine rattling for everyone to hear.

 I've seen much worse. 

 Her clothes remained soaked. As did her hair. Worst of all, her face was still covered in seed. 

 That had been... one interesting experiment. Though Elizabeth had never felt any particular interest in males, she needed to admit that these black ones were slowly getting her to reconsider. 

 So big and so dark, she thought, unable to forget the sensation of feeling his throbbing member between her pale hands. 

 Now she wished she had done more with it. Who knows when I'll come across one again? 

 As she stood there, dreaming of big black cock and starting to explore her feelings about it, she heard footsteps coming down the alley.
 
 Goddamnit! She did her best to bring her appearance to a level of normality, running her hands quickly through her hair and ungluing the wet fabric from her chest. Rather than take the cum off, she rubbed it into her face, spreading it like lotion.

 As a drop of it made its way to her lips, she brought out her tongue to lick it off. Such a small amount can't have much of an effect. It tasted strangely pleasant... The idea that she savoured the seed coming from the strong black man sent a shiver down her spine. What in the world is the matter with me?

"Ma'am, you got a light?" she heard behind her.

"A light? No!" 

 But the man came around. He was handsome. Blue-eyed and blonde, with a cap on his head. He smiled. "You sure do look beautiful." 

"W-Why, thank you..." stammered Elizabeth.

"Not from around here, are you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Come with me. I'll buy you a drink." 

 She should've said no and gone in search of another tear. But her current feelings were such that she longed for male companionship. 

... even if it didn't happen to be of the right color. 

 He did, however, turn out to be a nice guy. They sat together in the little tavern and drank in the gloom, making jokes. Elizabeth noticed that he could never look away from her chest, though the blouse had dried up by now.

"Say..." He reached over the table and grabbed her hand. "Can I be frank with you?"

"Of course." 

"I really want to fuck you right now."

 Elizabeth's mind reeled. Frankness was one thing, but this was simply rude. "Uhm..."

"I wanna grab you by the hair and fuck you stupid in that bathroom over there." He jerked his head down the hall. "What do you say?" 

 No way! was what should've come out of her mouth. But as she sat there drinking, her mind went time and time again to the beautiful big black cock she had just experienced. 

 The more she thought about it, the more aroused she came to be, and the more she hated herself for leaving it back there. I should've... tried it. Tasted it. Who would have known? Now she was bound to waste days trying to find another, and one could only guess if it would be as nice and if its possessor would be as compliant. 

 As she gazed at this handsome white young man, she wanted to think that she might strike gold again. Maybe he is just as big. Then again, he was not black. Maybe just a little as big. She would settle for two thirds if necessary. 

 Elizabeth glanced around at the other tables. Then she leaned forwards and whispered. "Is your thing big?" 

 He gave her a look and remained silent. His cheeks flushed somewhat. "I would say so." 

"But have others said so?" asked Elizabeth quickly. She was in no mood to go in there with him only to be disappointed.

"Yes!" he snapped. "Yes, they have." 

 Well then.

 Elizabeth rose. The two of them, doing their best to look as innocent as possible, rushed for the bathroom. 

 He dragged her into one of the stalls and slammed the door, at which point he began to grope her tits. "God, but these are amazing..." 

 Elizabeth couldn't care less about such praises. Instead, her hands went down to his pants and undid the slip, then pulled out his cock. 

 What came out was hardly the veined trump that she imagined. Instead, a white little worm appeared, so small that she wondered if it could even beat her thumb in a size contest.

 She cringed, filled by revulsion. "What the hell is that?" 

"W-W-What do you mean he stammered? Its my cock." But in response, it only seemed to get smaller. "It's just not hard yet, that's all. You need to make me hard." 

 Will it really? Elizabeth wasn't too sure about that. Still, she did find the black guy stroking himself - was that why he became so huge?

 Ah, to hell with it. Considering that he was also handsome, she decided to give him a shot.
 
 She reached down and wrapped the tips of her fingers around the small body and jerked it lightly. The guy leaned weakly against the stall and rolled his eyes pleasure. 

 It did harden... somewhat. But the size remained the same. As she went on stroking it, his reactions became more and more intense. Would he finally get it big for her? 

 But just as she thought it would explode and grow in size, a few transparent squirts flew out of his cock and went... she couldn't even see where! It was barely anything. 

 Breathless, he opened his eyes. "Thank you so much."

"WHAT!" snapped Elizabeth, slamming her palm into the stall right by his head."That was it? You said you were big! You little liar! Deceiver!"

"I am big," he fought back. 

"Big? That's small. Not even small. Tiny. How do you think you could satisfy me with that?"

 He snorted proudly. "Well, good luck finding someone bigger. Especially with that attitude."

 Right then the door to the bathroom groaned open and shut back loudly. A keychain could be heard rattling around at the same time as some loud footsteps made their way closer to their stall.

"I know you're in there," said a low voice. "You gotta get going now. Or else you'll be in trouble. Come on, now. Get out of there before I have to drag you out by force." 

 Elizabeth opened the stall and came face to face with a middle-aged janitor. A black janitor. "Excuse me, miss," he said apologetically, "but you've got to go."

 His body was huge. Neither fat nor muscular, but somewhere in between, with brawny arms and legs, but huge belly sagging at his front and a double chin draping from his shiny bald head. 

 A black man, she thought, the breath already catching in her throat. Just the sight of him made her entire body respond instinctively - strength waning, replaced instead by a desire to fall down and submit. 

 Her eyes went down to his crotch, desperate to see if he would turn out to be just as big, but his belly blocked it. 

"Miss," he repeated. 

 Looking him in the eyes, Elizabeth took his gnarled, hairy paw and brought it up to rest on her chest. She touched her hardened nipples with his fingertips, then slowed down and allowed him to take the reigns. Without her guidance, he finally groped and squeezed her soft and tender breast. A young white breast for his old black hand.

"W-What are you doing?" the white guy asked in total disbelief. "You there!" he yelled at the janitor. "Stop that at once!"

 Elizabeth's mouth opened to let out a soft moan as the janitor began to knead her chest with both hands. The white guy ranted against it, but made no move to stop him. He knows he has no chance.

"We'll leave here," she whispered to the janitor. "But first you need to let me suck your cock." 

 The janitor laughed grimly. "How about I take your tits out first?" 

 Elizabeth shrugged submissively. "Please do whatever you want." 

 He ripped apart her blouse effortlessly, the buttons popping and hitting the walls of the stalls and finally clattering against the floor. Her plump and perky breasts were out, jiggling softly along with her nervous breaths, the long nipples begging to be touched. 

 The black fingers dug into her young white flesh, kneading it roughly and tugging mercilessly at her nipples. It hurt, but Elizabeth let him have his way with her. Not only did she not have the power to stop him, but she wanted him to enjoy her. Her white young body was his to use in exchange for what he would give her in turn - a strong black cock. 

 She dropped to her knees and began to undo his pants. He took a step closer, leaving her under his hanging gut. At another time, she would've found that disgusting. But now she couldn't care less.

 Research isn't easy, after all...

 The cock she found turned out to be more wonderful than she could've ever imagined. Even longer and thicker than the previous one. Due to the age difference, though, this one looked a lot more gnarled and used-up, with veins popping over the whole surface along with the occasional bump.
 
 It's still beautiful.  

 She relished the feeling of touching it and cried with joy at being granted yet another opportunity. She began to strike it enthusiastically, coming up every so often to give it a gentle kiss. 

"Elizabeth?" she could hear her white companion say.
 
 But the janitor accepted it all. His strong hands came down to rest on her head. "That's right, baby. Suck that cock for me."

 That was all the encouragement she needed. 

 She wrapped her tongue around his head and shaft and licked them up lovingly, still sparing the time to kiss it in worship as she went from the base up to the leaking tip. The huge head barely fit into her mouth. But she brought it in with all her power, sucking her cheeks in and creating a vacuum in which to empty his seed.

 The janitor pushed his cock deeper down her throat, getting her to gag and choke, but Elizabeth accepted it all gladly. Her little white throat belonged to him. Even if broke under his black cock, that was his right. She had read enough about the animal kingdom to know that males often raped the females to pass on the strongest seed, and that humans likely did the same at one point in the distant past. 

 The only way this differed was that she recognized him as being stronger and worthier. He did not need to force himself on her because his physical dominance and superiority was precisely why she knelt before him in the first place.

 Elizabeth accepted the idea of being his fucktoy. Gladly. 

 As she struggled to take down the rest of his cock he suddenly pulled her up and pushed her against the wall of the bathroom. Her warm chest, drizzled in cum and spit, pressed against the hard tiles as he lifted up her skirt.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" 

"Yes... The best."

 As his cock plunged inside, Elizabeth screamed. Her insides were being torn apart by his ramming shaft, being treated with a violence she never experienced and her fragile white body hadn't been built for. 

 The janitor wrapped his hand around her mouth and kept her quiet, pumping in and out of her ruined cunt at leisure, seeming to enjoy her rending cries of agony. 

"Excuse me," the white guy said again, stepping up to them. "Y-You're hurting her."

"Piss off!" snapped the janitor. He took his hand from her ass shoved him right into the wall.

 The white guy stared at the scene before him wide-eyed, looking scared. But suddenly, as Elizabeth's rolled-back eyes met his, he started to jerk off.

 Elizabeth yielded before the massive cock and found pleasure in the pain. She relaxed her pussy and spread her legs, allowing his black cock to penetrate as deeply as it chose. His hand kept slapping her ass at the same time, sending waves of electrifying pain up her back and burning her pale flesh with his black touch. 

 Marking her as his property. 

 Never... Never had she felt anything so powerful and overwhelming. A pedestrian way of putting it might've been that he fucked her like an animal. But that couldn't get at the immense force he directed for the very purpose of breaking her down, nor for the thoughtful joy with which contemplated complete submission to his will and his big black cock. 

 With him, she could accept being trapped in that tower forever.  

 He picked her up and moved her in front of the mirror, forcing Elizabeth to look at herself. Now her breasts swinged wildly as he pummeled her from the back. A few tears glittered on her face under the bathroom lights. The white guy could still be seen in the back, stroking himself eagerly at the sight of a young white girl being fucked silly by a BBC.

"Is that good?" asked the janitor.

"Yes..." 

 He yanked her back by the hair, then smacked her face hard. The crackle echoed in the bathroom. "Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," repeated Elizabeth meekly. 

 Then he brought her head back again and pulled her up for a deep kiss, trying to send his tongue deep down her throat. Elizabeth moaned weakly in his grasp. He let her go, a few strands of spit still connecting their mouths. Then he cleared his throat and spit a glob of phlegm right into her face. 

"Dumb white cunt."

"Yes, sir." 

 As he prepared to dump his seed inside, his fingers came forward and slid into her mouth. He opened Elizabeth's mouth as far as it could go as she stared at herself, forcing her into a gruesome smile as her eyes rolled back again and again from the pounding of her pussy. Drool dripped from her lolling tongue. 

 Do black men always like to humiliate us like this? she wondered, the spirit of the research kicking in once again. 

 He began to fuck her ass hard as he could, punching into her womb with his big black cock so hard that she began to scream. A few seconds later, the tears came. But she no longer needed to keep any form of control. She was only a plaything in his hands that he was about to fill up.
 
 Elizabeth felt her lower body come on fire and heard the drumming of her heart everywhere in her head. She nearly passed out when she came, her pussy squirting a shower of her juices unto the floor, her legs quivering along with the rest of her body - helplessly, still dominated by the black hands and the black cock. 

 When the janitor pulled out and let her go she fell to her knees, breathless and unable to speak. He zipped up and left without a word, while she struggled to regain her composure. 

 She had come. So hard that she could barely even think. 

 A moment later, as her body came out of panic mode and the flood of pleasure began to stream in, she laughed wildly and decadently, trying to hold still as the aftermath of the orgasm went through her at full force. 

"Are you okay?" the white guy asked her, coming over. He helped her up.

"I'm amazing," said Elizabeth. She grinned with excitement. Her research proved successful. Beyond a doubt, black cocks were incredible. 

"Say..." started the white guy. "Can you please let me come inside you?" 

 His "hard" cock peaked from the folds of his crotch, dripping a little cum. He was like a child. Elizabeth didn't have the heart in her to deny him.

"Make it fast," she said, turning and spreading her legs. "But I don't need to tell you that, do I?"

 She could barely feel his cock go inside, but he moaned all the same, and seemed to go in and out. 

"Your pussy is so hot..." 

 What an idiot! She giggled darkly. He couldn't even tell that his cock pushed not through her pussy but the endless stream of black seed that flowed from her womb. 

 Elizabeth thought it fun to egg him on. "Go on, fuck me harder." 

 He grabbed onto her tits and went in and out, the dull wet slap of his cock ringing in the bathroom. It only took a few thrusts until his grip tightened and he shook, spilling inside of her. 

"God, you're pathetic," she said. 

"I'm sorry..."

"No, you are seriously so small and pathetic." Her flashing eyes held his. "You're an embarrassment. Look at your tiny cock. Look at how little you could do with that thing. Just take that white cock and lock it away forever." 

 He looked down at his cock, now all shriveled up and dripping with thick and viscous cum that she knew couldn't be his own.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, putting it away.

 Well. 

 Not only did the research show that black cocks were far superior, but that white ones were completely useless in either event. 

 Another victory for science. 
