
White Wife in PAYBACK'S A BITCH
By Leta

      This is a first time for me to have the 'balls' to put one of
my fantasies on paper.  I have been reading these filthy stories for
a couple years now, but I never really saw any stories that were
quite as bad as mine until just recently so maybe I can finally tell
everyone my fantasies without feeling so racist.  

      I am not a racist.  I love black guys.  The intimidation is so
severe.  The hostility just under the surface waiting to erupt.  I
know us whites have a bit to answer for, and I want to be the one to
pay.  Slavery is wrong, but not for me.  Almost all of my fantasies
see me as a slave to the most brutal and beastly of black men.  That
is what makes me wet when I am in bed with my husband.

      I am married, but my husband doesn't do it for me in bed.  He
is just too damn considerate, and his cock is... Small, to say the
least... [sorry, but it's true]

      My husband did manage to give me my first child but has been
shooting nothing but blanks this past year.  I have been thinking I
might just need some help, so here is my first story on how events
could so easily conspire to make all my 'dark' dreams come true.

      My husband has a gambling problem.  He likes to play the
horses and he never met a slot machine that he could just walk by.
So far he has been lucky enough that no trouble has arisen from his
little addiction, but I can just imagine all sorts of possibilities.
I mean some of those gambler types employ some very bad men to do
their debt collecting.  What if my husband had a real loosing streak
and got in too deep?  He would have to pay off his debt somehow.  I
am thinking that Michael's bookie would be foolish to hurt him when
a lovely little wife like me is so available to 'work off' the
debt... and some bookie's are black right? 

      My hands were full of groceries as I struggled to get the door
open.  Michael was on the night at the hospital and would probably
just sleep there again.  I figured it would just be me and my son
alone for an uneventful night, but I had no idea what, or who, was
waiting for me inside my house. 

      I worked the key and pushed the door open.  I was just going
to set the groceries down on the table and than go get my child when
suddenly I was grabbed from behind.  It was like one of those great
thriller movies where the guy puts his hands over the girl's mouth
so she can't scream or anything.  It surprised me so much that I
drop the groceries down on the floor, but even with my hands free, I
am helpless in the grasp of this big man who has me around my mouth
and waist.

      "Don't scream cunt," I heard the most menacing voice command
me.  "Go get her kid."

      I was frantic with fear.  I was trying to scream... To twist,
or pull free somehow... My mind was a mess of emotions.  I couldn't
understand who was in my house... What did they want? I could not
allow them to get to my son.  A mother always has to protect her
children, but the guy holding me was so strong, and I guess he was
getting pissed off at my struggles as I was suddenly pushed hard
into the wall. "Relax bitch, you aren't going anywhere so be still."

      The bastard.  Really tough to push a little hundred and eight
pound girl into the wall.  You fucking asshole.  I still don't know
how bad things really are for me.  I know someone has gone out to
the vehicle to get Michael Junior.  That is paramount in my
thoughts, but I have to see what I am up against too... As I get
smeared face first into the wall, the bastard lets me loose and
sends me falling on my ass to the floor.  Finally, I am able to spin
around and get my first look at the invader into my house, and what
I see sends shivers into every part of my body.

      There are four men... five, counting whoever is out getting my
son... and they are all... BLACK.  I have a house full of NIGGERS...
NOOO... I want to scream... I do scream... I know what is to be done
to me... These animals only want one thing.  My scream is cut short
by a quick, forceful, hard slap to my face.

	"I told you not to scream, bitch.  Fuck, are you that stupid?"

	"Let her scream... it turns me on," a second black giant said.

      "We don't want any trouble here.  Her husband is out tonight
so we have the night with this bitch.  Boss said just to educate her
and send a message to that deadbeat... We don't need any of the
neighbors playing hero and getting the 'man' involved."

      I was trying to comprehend my situation.  It was obvious what
these niggers intended to do to me.  It was also obvious that I was
no random victim for their dark desires.  I didn't understand the
reference to my husband's gambling debt until the nigger standing
over top of me took me by the hair and yanked me up to look him in
the eyes as he sneered at me and explained.

      "Thing is, sweet thing, that your old man went and dropped 20G
to my boss.  Now he complaining 'bout all them student bills he got
becoming mister MD... Hey, we knows he be good for it, but in the
meantime, there is interest to be collected.  Now, normally we would
go break his hands or something, but that would be kind of counter
productive to getting paid with the honky being a surgeon and all,
so the boss said to me 'T-Bone... you get the boys together and go
pay the wife a visit.'  Now we are going to collect us some interest
in your white ass."

      I was shocked.  Michael had promised me he had stopped
gambling.  I knew he had been stressed recently, but I assumed it
was from all the extra shifts he was working at the hospital.  It
was stressful on our marriage and I was sure that was what was
worrying Michael so much.  I had no idea that he was into no nigger
mobster for a years salary.

      Suddenly, the bastards had my son.  He looked so small and
helpless in that black giant's hands.  I suppose not much more
helpless than I may have looked myself, but to me, it just was the
worst possible thing to see.

	"Don't you animals hurt my son."

      "Animals?  I am hurt, Leta... Do you have a... problem... with
us all being black?  I thought that is what all you white brides
dream about."

      I should have spit in his face, but all I wanted to do was get
back to my feet and protect my son.  I reached out and tried to make
the bastard release his hold on my hair, but all it did was earn me
another slap across my face.  I was so frustrated and felt so weak
and feeble.  

      "OUCH... That one is going to leave a mark," laughed one of
the niggers watching T-Bone slap me in the face.  "Let's get this
bitch to bed."

      "Patience, horn dog... We haves all night to enjoy this piece
of white ass... Boss said to take our time and let her know whats
she in for until hubby gets the bills paid," the nigger known as
T-Bone said as he towered over me.

      Down on my knees as I was, I had no choice but to be eye level
with their crotches, and I could do nothing to prevent myself from
seeing the huge bulges in the fronts of every man's pants. I had
always told myself that myth about black men's sizes was just
that... a myth... BUT IT'S NOT!

      The nigger's had me in my kitchen.  The room where my family
eats its meals too.  The room where I will always remember now as
the place where I sucked my first black cock.  

	He made me unzip him.

      "Do it bitch, or maybe the baby stops his crying with a bullet
in the head."

      OH-MY-GOD... Even the threat was enough to bring tears to my
own eyes.  These niggers had me and it was all my husband's fault.

	"Don't hurt my son..." I begged the filthy bastard.

      "You going to look out for the brat.  We were just told to
send a message to your husband.  We can do it either way."

      He wanted me to submit to them... Tell him that I was willing
to be used to spare my family.  If I was not so panicked to be able
to think straight, I probably would have told him to just go break
Michael's goddamn hands for bringing this onto the family, but all I
was thinking about was my baby and I told the animals...

      "Do whatever you want to me, but please... go put my son in
his room."

      "What's the matter, mommy... shy about giving the kid a show?
Might give the little brat something to think about before he grows
up to be a worthless piece of shit like his daddy.  You do realize
that is who is responsible for all this.  Sure, a little white
flower like you is probably going to blame it on all us black
'apes,' but deep down inside you will love this.  I hope your
husband doesn't come up with the lettuce for a long while, cause you
were born for black cock now weren't you?"

      "Just do whatever you have to and get this over with."  The
animals wanted me to suffer... to dread the rape... or maybe they
really did think I would love it... the arrogant bastards.
	  
      As I unzipped T-Bone's trousers it became quickly apparent
that the nigger did not believe in underwear as his black snake
sprang out like a cobra threatening to spit it's venom into my eye.
He must have wanted to see that as the bastard was holding my face
up just inches from his groin.  Even if I was in a position to be
able to offer resistance it would have been futile and so it was
that I suddenly had a mouthful of black cock to suck.

	"Look at that little ho... Just like all of them."

      Not all girls like to suck cock.  For myself, it just always
seamed like the safest way to get home from my dates without ending
up pregnant.  I can't use the pill, and my family was way too
uptight to allow me to risk using a diaphragm as a teen, so it was
either suck or spend an hour trying to beg the boy into using a
rubber.  Usually it ended up being half and half as they all like to
finish in the mouth, don't they.  I just knew that is what this
nigger had intended for me too.  He certainly was not hesitant to
try to shove his whole length down my throat.

      I always wondered how big a cock I would managed to deep
throat.  An Italian boy I went out with once boasted he had eight
inches, and yet I managed to take him ball deep... This nigger was
way bigger than just eight inches.  I felt like some pig of a
spittle... Speared in my mouth by his African weapon.  I was being
choked to death... literally... I could not imagine a more sexual
way to go, but I had to survive for my son.  

      Even while gagging on ten plus inches of nigger man-meat, I
could not stop being a mom.  That is so precious to me.  I always
wanted a large family... Michael did too.  We started trying on the
honeymoon.  That would have been so romantic... but no luck.  We
finally had to go in for tests and that is when we discovered the
problem was my husband's.  It was not that he couldn't do the job,
it was more of a one chance in a million type thing.  

      I had been heart broken, but there always was the artificial
help.  The price meant we would only get one shot, but even though
we hoped to use my small inheritance to maybe help us with a down
payment on a house, the baby had to come first.  Since than, we have
been battling the odds to make a second child... It is ironic that
my gambler husband was about to have those odds shoot up on him,
dramatically.

	"Time to show us what you got, honey."

      I knew I would have to get naked.  It was really ridiculous in
a way.  I had been naked with men before, and certainly many times
in front of my son... but never quite like this.  I felt like one of
those antelopes on the plains of Africa with the pride of Lions all
licking their chops while watching me prance for them.  One of the
bastard's walked over to the Space-Saver on the counter and flipped
it over to the rap channel to give me some music... Like anyone
could strip to that shit.  While some nigger tune blurted out
something about killing all the whities, there I was in my own home,
about to be done in an entirely different way.  

	"Make it sexy bitch, like you mean it."

      I always felt a little odd about the way guys get into
watching us take it off.  I mean I have never found it especially
erotic to watch one of them take off his socks or whatever... Maybe
if he really has some abs, I might perk up at a guy taking his shirt
off to do some heavy lifting, but this whole strip thing really does
unease me a little.  I guess we all have out thoughts about our own
bodies.  I love it when a guy pays me some attention, but watching
me strip...

      What can a girl do to rap music.  I sometimes listen to it to
see if I can catch any words from the singer about raping us, but it
really is not good dance music.  I tried to move to it as I removed
my blouse and slacks, but I guess the nigger lost his patience and
suddenly I was on my back, on the very kitchen table that my folks
had given us... Where I had eaten my meals for most of my life, and
where I would now be raped for the first time in my life.

      The bedroom was just less then thirty feet away, but maybe it
makes it more primal to have me laying back so uncomfortable while
the bastard snaps off my bra and rips off my panties.  It is the
moment of destiny as the black panther mounts his 'kill' for his
rightful satisfaction.  The powerful ape will not be denied and his
black snake finds it's wet moist cave to slither in.  

      The penetration made it all real to me and I knew that the
nigger would seed me.  I thought to beg him not to ruin me in that
way, but what would be the use.  Doesn't the girl always get
pregnant in these interracial encounters?  I know I do... in all my
fantasies.  I want to beg for it, but I can't give the nigger the
satisfaction.  I know my husband will freak when he finds out.  He
will try to insist that I abort this bastard, but no way... It is
not the babies fault.  It might be fun to have some color in the
family for a change.

      Anyhow, this was my first attempt and I really need to thank
mkarl for the inspiration and all the help.  It was so hard to write
this because I kept getting too wet.  I hope I put enough sex in it
that you guys will like this.  I want to tell all my fantasies about
being a total slave and having guys beat me and do all sorts of
nasty things.  I love rape fantasies and if anyone wants to play
with me, I will accept e-mail at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com
white guys can write me too, but I really get off on you black
studs.  I hope you all forgive me for using the nigger bomb and
painting you all as rapists but this is just a fantasy.  You can
punish me if you like.

Love and kisses, Leta

