William by this time was
almost in tears. But this was the time that he had dreaded the most. He didn’t
say anything else. Maybe he was trying the pause the inevitable again. Or maybe
he was waiting for Annie to respond. “William, it sounds like he’s taken
everything already. It sounds like you don’t have anything else to give…” and
Annie’s voice trailed off. It trailed off as though she was thinking as she was
speaking and then her thoughts were overtaking her voice. “You mean ME? You
mean this fucking cunt wants ME as well?”
It was true, Annie’s voice
had raised an octave or two. And yet at the same time there was a hope in there
that she was wrong. That her mind had come up with the wrong thing. But William wasn’t in there quickly putting
her right. He wasn’t being quick to correct her or tell her she had it all
wrong. He just hung his head as though in shame. “William look at me, answer
me. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me what I just said isn’t right?” Annie was pacing
the kitchen now. Now she was properly focused. Now she knew that this shit was
real. “I can’t Annie. He wants you as well. He doesn’t only want you, he is
going to have you.” And once again William stopped. Annie didn’t mind that
pause this time. She was trying to work it all out in her mind. Ok, William had
to liquidate everything and turn it into cash for this man known as The One. He
had to resign from his job and go work for him - she got that. But what she
wasn’t getting was what she could do for the man, The One. She didn’t have any
job skills. She couldn’t be of use to him in any way. She was having a very hard
time fitting the final piece into the puzzle. “But William, what the fuck could
a man like that want with a woman like me, I mean…” for the second time her
voice trailed off as it seemed that yet another penny
had dropped in her mind.
“You’re going to be his
bitch Annie. He’s going to use you, use you for all sorts of things, sexual
things. Perverted things. And other things.” William could barely get the words
out of his mouth because he knew that at long last Annie was beginning to get
it. Annie had gone another shade of white as her mind began to work overtime.
Then she tried to hold it together again. “William, I get that you’re in
trouble and in debt to this guy and that you have to do what you have to do to
pay this debt back. But me being part of it isn’t going to happen. It really is
not going to happen.” There was more hope in Annie’s voice than conviction if
the truth were known. It was like she was speaking empty words. Like the words
that she had spoken meant nothing. That they were a waste of breath. “I wish it
was as simple as that Annie. Honest to god if I could turn the clock back.”
William left words hanging and this was where Annie should have hit the roof in
some sort of supercharged anger. But she didn’t.
Annie wasn’t angry because
she was trying to deal with the reality of what William was telling her. She
was never ANYONE’S bitch let alone this fucking black man’s. The racist element
hadn’t really hit her yet either. It was beginning to. She had been busy in her
mind coming to terms with the fact that the wealth was gone and that her
lifestyle was gone. That had been the first shocks to the system, her getting
her head round that. If that had been just it, then she would have left
William. She was sure of that. There would have been no way that she would live
her life without the necessary funds and without the necessary kudos that life
with William had given her. She thought, and then tried it with William. “He
can’t do jack shit with me or to me William. I’ll just pack a bag and leave,
now. He won’t know where I’ve gone. He can do what he likes with you and all of
this. But me, I’m gone.” Annie sounded authentic. She sounded like she could do
that. It sounded like she would do that. And that would have hurt William a
little bit. Just a little cut into his psyche that his wife, the love of his
life would even think about just packing a bag and leaving him to it. Leaving
him the wolves as it were.
“I wish you could do that
Annie I really do. I’d want to send you as far away from here as possible. But
that won’t happen. Go take a look out of the front lounge window. There’s a
black Merc parked just down the road, towards the main road. They’re watching
us honey. The One gave me a couple of days to get my shit together and explain
things to you and then they’re closing us down. They’ve already got my passport
and when they take you, they will have yours as well. They’re closing us down
Annie and I’m so, so sorry.” Annie listened to William and she left him there.
She went to look through the lounge window. Sure
enough there was that black Mercedes car. She couldn’t identify who was in the car,
but she could see two figures. And it was about this point that it all started
to come crashing down around Annie’s feet.
Later;
Annie didn’t so much as
scream as ‘squeal’. She had to squeal because it was
the only outlet that she had. The thing about Annie was that she had pale, very
pale white flesh and the black cock just looked more monstrous because of that
contrast. That is, it was monstrous, but there was something wrong about the
size of it in comparison to the woman herself. First impressions were that she
should not have been able to take that cock. Not all of it anyway. She just
should not have been able to absorb the thickness and the length of it inside
her. But at the same time there was a feeling that she didn’t have a choice in
the matter. She squealed again and there was a wet, ‘popping’ sound as the
giant bell end of the black cock, clicked past her outer vagina and into her
depths. She sucked in air and held it - like she was holding her breath. And
then she let it out with a whoosh as the enormous dark-skinned man went about
getting the rest of his cock inside her. And he wasn’t doing that all in one.
Rather he was making a meal of it, sliding himself into her slowly. Making sure
he got a good comfortable, tight fit inside this little white woman.