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Copyright (C) 1999,   Mkarl.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website
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writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

Original posting date: 
Friday PM, August 20, 1999

A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: whitewom.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
 


                              White Woman's Dreams
                                    By Mkarl


      Leading up to the wedding. Yeah. So much to do. Everything needs to be
perfect. The bridal shower could be the perfect chance. Umm. Maybe they will
hire be a Black stud to dance. I can just see all my friends encouraging me.
Maybe we get a little too drunk and oops. Leta gets a breeding.

      Wow. Wouldn't that be amazing. I go nineteen long hard years being the
good little girl so that I can wear white on my wedding and what do I get to
show for it? At least if I make it to the bridal shower then I wont be
"showing" by my walk down the aisle. I wish the psychic had been more precise
as to when my Black breeding would take place.

      When she told me, I nearly died. Anyone raised in my family would be a
racist. I mean, no Nigger ever did me wrong, but that is just cause privilege
protected me. The finest schools made sure I never had to associate with the
lower classes. Then Madam Zelda read me and told me of the dark disaster to
befall. I would conceive a child of dark decent before my husband could
consummate our vows.

      Where could it happen? I wanted to get daddy to hire me protection but
from what? He would have just laughed at my worry over a psychic reading but I
know. It would happen and I would color and shame both my family and Dwayne's.

      When would it happen? The question consumed me day and night. Who? How?
Why? The possibilities were endless. Yeah. The bridal shower might be the
place.

      I could see Janet hiring a Nigger stud. Young and virile. Umm. She would
think the joke was on him. Come dance for us white superior ladies of class
Nigger. Strip, well we ogle and consume you with our attitudes of arrogance.
Who could blame you for using your animalistic jungle charms to defile the
virgin bride-to-be?

      It would have to be a rape. Zelda would not say. But I would never lay
with a Nigger. I wonder how he could do me at a bridal shower with all my
friends there. Surely things would not get so out of hand as I have heard
stories of the lower classes. Janet and Cheryl are both wild and adventurous
but Vicki would never let her kid sister be with a Nigger.

      What if it would not be the dancer at all? What if our party was crashed.
Maybe a street gang of a dozen or more young men. Boys. Horny. Unstoppable.
Vicki would take it too. And Janet and Cheryl. Everyone. The Black bastards
could color half of the cities leading familles in one amazing orgy of
animalistic rape.

      I have seen Gerald. He is so small. Dave too. Janet and Cheryl might not
object to a night with some real men. I wonder if Cheryl keeps that boy around
for chores that take place in the bedroom?

      The way he looks at me. It always sent shivers down my spine. I just
never had to deal with it growing up. I would never have had one in the house
to steal and god knows what else but Cheryl. It made me think.

      I prayed Zelda was wrong but all my friends swear by her and I know her
vision too. It would happen and for some reason I would keep it. The pill was
no option and I assumed my diaphragm would not be allowed either so my only
hope would be avoidance but then I had to know where it would come from.

      The Bridal shower. At the church. In my own home. Even the Honeymoon was
a possibility and I had no take precautions with all of them.

      I obsessed day and night and my obsessions led to delusions and my
delusions led to something else. A. Morbid type of. Fantasy?

      It sickened me. But there it was. As large as life and in full color if
you will pardon the pun.

      The bridal shower came into focus first. I see the Nigger. His name is
Tyrone or Jerome or something strong like that. Umm. 18. Lean. Mean. Yeah. You
can tell how this stud makes his tips. The alcohol flows free. We all drink
like fish at the best of times and for my staggett. Forget about it.

      I bet Cheryl and that boy of hers have knocked boots. She might be the
first to taunt me. Or Janet. I know she has fucked around on Gerald and I don't
think that bun in the oven came from him. Someone will want little virgin Leta
to get all dancy with the Nigger. I just know that stud will get his hands
where they don't belong.

      I should slap the bastard, but not at my staggett. Yeah, I let the Nigger
feel up my hot white ass. I catch Vicki's eyes and she does not approve. Good.
Let the stuck up bitch run home to daddy. Leta is going to be bad. It won't be
my fault. Not really. My friends made me do it.

      "You can't after" Janet might offer. Yeah, the slut. "Give it a try
Leta". Okay Cheryl, the voice of experience. With friends like these, huh. I
would not stand a chance from that magnificent young hunk of man meat. Sorry
honey. Wife is walking the isle with a baby on board.

      No. I don't see that happening at all. I can't be doing that. Maybe it
won't be anything so grandiose. Maybe a simple abduction in a parking lot. You
all know the story. White woman with an arm full of parcels or groceries and
the van of doom pulling up out of the blue.

      "Oh no What do you boys want with me?" Yeah. Good one bitch. What would a
van full of young sexy Black studs want with a helpless abducted white beauty
queen? I wonder if they would take me to one of those filthy condemned
buildings like in the movies. Put some duct tape on my mouth. Or better yet,
gag me with my own wet panties. Yeah. Niggers watch movies too. I bet they know
how to do it good.

      I could be kept prisoner for a couple days and fucked by every filthy
Nigger in the city. Young and old. Everyone gets to use this white whore. The
boys who kidnap me will make me their whore. They call 'em ho's. That is all I
will be to the boys is just a ho to pimp my ass until the police find me. But
by then it will be too late. Much too late.

      I bet I might have some really shocking tattoo. You know the type that
says like. "Nigger's slut" or maybe something like "Nigger cock only" written
around my cunt. I wonder how that would look?

      Dwayne would freak. He is like the biggest racist ever. I would not be
surprised to find white sheets in the back of his closet. Dad donated money to
David Dukes so you know what he is. I would be disowned by everyone. But maybe
the Niggers would give me a roof.

      God. I want to vomit but I have to write this out. It is so sick. I
promised myself I would not erase a single word but that is just so not true
what I just wrote. I know that I could get away. I just know it. Zelda said I
won't but I have too. I see Niggers everywhere I look now.

      I look at the front of their pants and my knees get weak. It is like a
snake hypnotizing the rodent before it strikes. I can't tear my eyes away. They
say once a girl trys Black she never goes back. I saw a magazine once and the
guy was sooo big. The chick looked like she would choke to death and when he
came you could barely see her face.

      I could never do that. I wonder what fucking is like? I tried my sister's
vibrator when I was 14. It felt so funny. I don't know. Maybe I won't like it.
I always dreamed of men in masks. Cowboys on big horses. The sinister villain
about to defile the helpless maiden until my hero comes to save me. Funny.
Zelda says that no one is going to save me this time.

      It is just going to have to be a rape. I laugh at sucking a cock in front
of Vicki and everyone but I would never dare do it. I saved myself for nineteen
years so I am not going to blow everything with just a few weeks to go. Zelda
said my breeding would occur before my husband gets me so it could take place
at the church.

      What if I go in the night before or early that morning. Just myself to
ensure that everything is just perfect. A Nigger or two has knocked off a
convenience store and needs a place to cool off. They use churches right?

      Poor little Leta all along with a desperate fugitive. He surprises me in
the brides room where I am just modeling my dress of innocence. I try to scream
but he has already taken care of the deacon. I am at this man's mercy.

      He is big. Rugged. Maybe a ball player. He has the clothes they like to
wear. And a gun. Or a knife. He can kill me if I fight.

      He likes the looks of a virgin bride in her dress. He needs to spend a
few hours and no one will miss me so there is lots of time. I could try to
refuse but I can't get a beating just before I walk the aisle. I would have to
be easy. Down on my knees like he wants. I would have to do it like that girl
in the magazine. What if he got cum on my dress?

      He would not allow me to take it off. I am sure of that. I would suck his
big Black cock until he needs more to satisfy his Nigger desires. I could plead
that I am saving for my husband but the Nigger will not care. They like that.

      He would tell me. Tell me that I will make his baby. Niggers think about
that with white women. If they breed us then all the children will be colored
and they will rule the world. I bet that is what they want, but then there will
be no more white women to satisfy their Nigger desires.

      I wonder if I will cry as it happens. Dwayne will die. Or kill me. What
if I tell him that it is his and make him spend nine months believing? God.
What a liar I would be. What could he do?

      I would have to tell him. I see the stories. What if I can cuckold him.
The word is so sexy. I never knew what it meant before. What if my Nigger
criminal wants me as his wife after he breeds me and forces himself into our
family. Dwayne would look so silly getting a Nigger to beat the fuck out of him
in that KKK clown outfit. Maybe we could make Dwayne baby-sit the bastard[s]
while me and my love play.

      I hate myself. This has me so fucked up. I don't want it. Really. It will
have to be a rape. Maybe a thing right at the wedding itself. Oh god.

      It would take twenty. Maybe thirty Niggers. If they had guns they could
keep the boys at bay. I would be the prime catch. I could be in my march. No.
Right when the priest is about to pronounce and then they come in. The best of
them would put me to my knees on the pulpit in front of all my family and
friends and lift my veil so he can proceed with my oral violation.

      I am sure I could look respectable and offer proper resistance. I could
even take a slap or two as the bruises would require no clever lies with my
whole family as witness. All the brides maids would join me in a cock-sucking
contest with the looser serving as the toilet facilities for the day.

      I might loose with my lack of experience but maybe my passion would win
out. No one could blame me as I do not want to be a human urinal. Or worse.

      I like to wonder what Dwayne will do to see me with my lover. What if the
Nigger makes me belittle my groom. They could take down his pants. I felt him
as we danced and it was so small. I just know it will never be like that one in
the magazine. Everyone knows they are dirty but why are they the biggest. It
makes a girl so curious.

      I try to be good. Madam Zelda said it will happen so I just have to
accept it. Maybe I should go down to the bar right now and just get it on the
pool table so I am in control. My time is not peeking for a few days but if I
get enough potent Nigger seed in my unprotected fertile cunt then I can breed
without fear of a rape.

      I am going to flip my lucky coin. Heads. Heads. Damn, best of five.
Tails. Tails. Heads.

      Why is god doing this to me. My heart is pounding. I am going to set my
diaphragm beside the monitor. It is so ironic that I went and got this and it
is not going to be any use for at least the next nine months.

      I went and looked at baby making on the Internet. I hope I do not get so
sick. I wonder how big will get? I better loose the weight easy. Dwayne liked
the idea of a wedding night conception so we calculated my cycle. If it is my
honeymoon night then I will conceive. We are driving to a remote getaway cabin.
What if I hire some guys to get us like a rape.

      I could pretend I am innocent as they beat the fuck out of Dwayne. And me
too. It will be worth it. I will hire then anonymous and tell them that it is a
wedding gift. The Niggers will never know that I am the one who hired them.
They will beat me and breed me. I will instruct them to force me to cuckold
Dwayne. They can video us in blackmail poses and get our addresses from my
purse. Dwayne will have to pay bribe money if he does not want to be ruined and
I will become a Nigger's slave on every anniversary for additional breedings.

Heads. Tails. Heads. Heads. Damn, best of seven. Tails. Heads. Damn. Okay. Best
of nine and I take Heads. Heads. Yes. I swear to god. On my honor. Oh god I can
scarcely breath. Madam Zelda was right. Now I just need to find a Nigger that
wants to earn some pocket money.

Write: mkarl@hotmail.com

The end By mkarl

Ps: This was just a fantasy so I don't have a job to offer but I do accept
e-mail at the above address and answer it all. Please let me know which story
you are responding to and which site you saw it at so I can be meaningful in my
reply. Thanks

Friday. August 20/1999

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