The Black Power Virus Ch. 04

Linda-May thought her friend looked 10 years younger and had a healthy pregnant glow about her "It's been hard with Dale at the treatment center, but all things considered, I'm OK. You and Brad have been trying to have kids for years. Did it finally happen?.." Linda-May asked with no real tact.

"Linda, how could you ask that?! The virus improved my fertility and I used some of Brad's sperm bank deposits." Sheila lied "Brad also found his way to the treatment center. It's been hard, but I'm glad some good came of all this." She said while rubbing her pregnant belly. "I get to finally be the expectin' one." Sheila smiled.

Linda-May had her doubts, but chose to believe her "I really wish I could give you a hug. I'll take good care of the store, while you're away." They talked a little longer and Sheila left her the keys. The second Sheila left eyeshot; Linda-May sprayed the place down with disinfectant.

Other than more youthful looking women, it took a few days for Linda-May to see any real effects of the virus. A few years ago, it would have been a major taboo to be seen in public dating a black man. From the second floor railing, Linda-May ate her packed lunch and could see a couple of black men in the food court. She was thankful there weren't more around, because they absorbed attention like sponges. They each sat with 2 or 3 white girls and girls from other tables would ignore their friends to sneak peeks or openly stare. Linda-May thought she would gag when she saw a white girl kiss one of the black men.

A MONTH LATER

"Sheila, we can't possibly sell these." Linda-May talked to Sheila over the phone, while inspecting the new inventory.

"Linda, you have to understand. It's not about concealing anymore. Women want to accentuate and feel sexy. It's just the trend of the times. If we sell our stale old dresses, we'll go out of business." Sheila explained. While waiting for Linda's response, Sheila wrapped her lips back around big black bull cock.

Linda-May disapproved, but she didn't have a choice "Alright, I'll hang them up, but I don't think it's a good idea."

Sheila wanted to say something, but her black owner held her head down and emptied his huge balls down her slut throat. His balls and shaft pulsed as he filled her belly up.

"Sheila? Are you there?" Linda-May asked.

After a few more seconds, Sheila gasped for air "Yep, yep I'm here. You hang those up and I'll check in later. Bye!" Sheila hung up the phone and got back to her true passion.

Linda-May thought it was an odd conversation, but unpacked the last of the items. Teddies and sexy nightwear seemed to be in style. The dresses were all tight and all designed for bigger busts. Linda-May held up the most troubling one of all. The dress came in a variety of colors and had a slogan on the belly section that read 'Yes, it's BLACK.'

The new line of clothing proved to be very popular and business started booming. Linda-May hadn't seen a white couple in weeks. White women mostly came alone, but now they'd show up in groups. A pregnant woman with a collar came in with her friend. The collar read 'BIG D'S BITCH' and she looked at the teddies.

"Do you think he'll like me?" Her friend asked.

"Baby, he'll fuckin' love you. He doesn't keep ALL his girls, but I'll put in a good word. I can't be a love slave without my bestie." The pregnant woman reassured.

"That word still makes me nervous." Her friend responded.

"The word 'slave' gets thrown around, but it's technically not true. Any woman can leave whenever she wants, but when you're good and subjugated by a black hunk; Why would you ever leave?" The pregnant woman smiled.

Linda-May had finally had it "Don't you have any pride? What is wrong with you? You're not only damning yourself, but you're recruiting your friend to be some nigger's slut?!"

The pregnant woman had a smug look on her face as she looked at Linda-May and her surgical mask. She pulled a 'Yes, it's BLACK' dress off the hanger "I'll take one of these two." She rubbed her huge belly "It's a boy, so he'll be black. My children will FUCK your children." She spat.

Linda-May was furious, and wanted to hit her, but couldn't afford to lose her job. She grabbed the woman's items and rung her up. She took her lunch break and went back to her usual spot. It was open season now. The word got out that there were plenty of 'unclaimed' women in the area. 90% of the people in the mall were women and the other 10% were all black men. Each black man had at least 4 women hovering around them, who treated them like a king. She couldn't find a single non-black man in the crowd.

"I haven't seen a surgical mask in a while." a deep voice commented.

Linda-May snapped out of her thoughts to see a muscular black man less than a foot away. She screamed and fell over. As the man tried to help her up, she sprayed disinfectant and nearly blinded him "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!". She scrambled to her feet and locked herself back in her shop.

"Damn, bitch! You crazy!" The man yelled at the locked door, before walking away.

Linda-May stayed locked in the store for over an hour. Sheila called when she received complaints from mall security and called to calm her down, but Linda-May remained terrified. Soon after she heard a knock on the door and saw her Mary-Sue "Momma?... Sheila called me and she's worried. Are you OK?"

Linda-May quickly opened the door "Git in here Child! This ain't no place for you!" She pulled Mary-Sue inside and locked the door. "I told you NEVER to come here!"

Mary-Sue looked concerned "Momma, she said you had some sort of breakdown and attacked a man. You need to relax or else it will cause even more trouble."

Linda-May cried and hugged her daughter "The World is spinning out of control and I don't have any place, except to protect you. I'll try to be better."

Mary-Sue hugged her Mom. The store re-opened and Mary-Sue left the shop.

Linda-May worked for a few more hours, but her nerves were shot. Sheila called to check-in and decided to let her close the shop early. Linda-May came home a couple hours early and noticed her trailer rocking. Her blood ran cold as she slowly approached the trailer. She could see inside through a window that wasn't fully covered with the curtains. Her nightmare played out before her eyes. Her sweet daughter was on her hands and knees with a huge black man fucking her from behind. He had to be 2 or 3 times her size. He gripped her hair and tits, while pounding her fragile white body into submission. The girl's skin was red and sweaty. Linda-May knew that she loved it. Mary-Sue screamed and orgasmed non-stop. Linda-May could see his huge balls pulse. He groaned and kept himself buried deep inside her trailer trash, slut of a daughter.

He finally pulled out and Linda-May could not believe that Mary-Sue took such a monster inside her pussy. She saw his face and her eyes shot open in shock. It was the man from earlier. The man she sprayed with disinfectant out of terror. He must have intercepted Mary-Sue on the way back from the mall.

Linda-May left the area and felt like the ultimate failure. After a few hours, she came home and acted like nothing happened. Mary-Sue acted naturally too. She still didn't show any signs of infection, which meant that she was not under its influence. She willingly fucked a black man, was no doubt newly infected and probably carrying a grandchild. Linda-May stopped wearing her surgical mask and stopped disinfecting everything. She'd let the chips fall where they may.

2 MONTHS LATER

Sheila's typical maternity shop now looked more like a sex shop. They now sold customizable collars, light bondage equipment, sex toys as well as increasingly risqué maternity wear. Linda-May groaned in pain since she had once again outgrown her cup size. It didn't take long for Mary-Sue to pass the virus onto her mother. Every day was a struggle and she did her best to control her libido with her own collection of toys at home.

She dreaded going home now. Mary-Sue barely tried to cover up her black fucking. Her typical white tank top rode up her growing baby bump and her daisy dukes stayed unzipped to give her belly more room. She lied and said it was an old, white boyfriend, but she blatantly got the popular 'Stars and Bars' tramp stamp that black men loved so much on Southern girls.

Linda-May wasn't even shocked when she saw a tall black woman leading 3 white girls by leashes. The woman led the women inside the shop "Now all you bitches don't be actin' the fool, while I conduct business!" she barked. She stood a little over 6 feet tall, and had a nicely toned body. She wore a collar that read 'Bottom Bitch'.

"Yes, Ma'am." The leashed girls responded in unison.

The virus seemed to be a little conflicted about black women. It was different from person to person. Black women got the same increased strength, height, stamina and dominating personality as black men. Black women also got the same all-encompassing, increased sex drive as white women, but not to the extent that they lost their minds. The end result was that black women were ideal worker slaves and often managed the black man's household. They often worked the hardest, but usually didn't get the same amount of sex as their sluttier, more controllable white counterparts. This often gave them a cranky attitude.

She approached the counter with a long list of items. She ordered a dozen slave collars with various obscene nicknames. "Can you attach a small cowbell to the 'Breeding Cow' collar?" The woman asked.

Linda-May was honestly confused "Ummm, why would you want that?"

The woman yanked one of the chains and pulled a plump pregnant slavegirl over to the counter "tell her why." The black woman demanded.

The girl wore a big dumb grin "I'm a fucking cow. I'm master's best breeder. I've got 5 of his babies inside me."

The black woman added "We're also going to need a dress that supports this cow's 40GGs"

The girl added "I produce over a gallon of milk a day. I hope to do a gallon per tit by delivery." The girl looked excited.

Linda-May rolled her eyes "I'm sorry I asked. With your purchase, you qualify for a 20% discount off your next tattoo at the Obedient Girl Tattoo shop. It's at the other end of the mall. Your custom orders will be ready for pick-up next week."

The black woman took her receipt and delivered a harsh spank to the ass of one of the white girls that was touching one of the toys "Told you not to touch nothin'!"

As the group left the store, a familiar face walked in the door. The man had a shit eating grin and walked like he owned the place. He looked around and approached the counter "Hey sweet thang. My name is Maurice. You might not remember me, but you almost sprayed shit in my eyes a while back. I just wanted you to know, there's no hard feelings."

Linda-May simply waited for the other shoe to drop.

"I just thought I'd come in here and get a few things for this piece of trailer trash I knocked up. She does such a good job at lickin' nigga nuts that I might keep her. Her cracka' ass would look really good paired up with this Scandinavian bitch I got." Maurice seemed to relish the discomfort on Linda-May's face "Now that I think about it, I met her a little while after your little freak out and right outside this shop. I guess this place makes me feel sentimental" Maurice chuckled.

Linda-May was speechless. She hated this man and hated the things he said about her daughter, but it was very hard having a man in the shop. Men very rarely came to the shop. Maurice's mere presence caused an involuntary physical reaction in Linda-May. Her heart raced with excitement and her pussy got so wet that she feared it would show through her blue jeans. She bit her lower lip and her eyes got more and more desperate as Maurice talked. She secretly prayed that he would grab her and fuck her senseless on the counter, or at least have the courtesy to leave so she could close shop and fuck herself furiously with her stash of toys. She knew deep down that the toys were a poor substitute for the real thing. She also knew her daughter was gone and it was all her fault.

Finally, Linda-May lowered her head and stuttered out a response "I... I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I was stupid and paranoid and I shouldn't have been so rude to you. It was disrespectful and I'd like to make it up to you."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Maurice asked.

Linda-May didn't care who saw. She lifted her shirt over her head and unsnapped her restricting bra "However you wish, sir." She thought she'd hate herself for giving in, but all she felt was relief. The non-stop stress that filled her life lifted and she felt free for the first time in years.

Maurice didn't look too shocked. He walked up and roughly grabbed one of Linda-May's virus enhanced tits.

Linda-May almost came on the spot. It was the first time a black man had ever touched her and she couldn't help but moan loudly. It was also the first time a man touched her since the outbreak. Her legs got wobbly and she almost fell over.

Maurice held her steady and latched his mouth to her other nipple. She cried and would have collapsed without Maurice holding her. His hand unzipped her jeans and roughly yanked them down her legs. He ripped the soaked panties off and took her by surprise by slipping his tongue into her white pussy.

Linda-May breathed hard and screamed with orgasm after orgasm. "You dirty, black bastard!" she gritted her teeth. "Do I taste better than my daughter? Mary-Sue ain't enough to satisfy a horny nigga like you?" A sudden orgasm interrupted her and Maurice just kept slurping up all her juices. "You made my baby just another notch on the bedpost..."

Linda-May's eyes went wide as Maurice stood up. She didn't realize that he pulled out his cock and the thing stood proud in front of her. She had seen it before, when it sawed in and out of her slut daughter, but now it was right in front of her.

Maurice gripped her hair and smacked her on the cheek with his throbbing, black club. "Everything you said was totally right. Got a problem with that, white bitch?" He smacked her other cheek and he only seemed to keep growing and getting harder. She shook her head no and he thrust his cock down her throat.

Linda-May thought she was going to choke to death. Her face turned red and a tear moved down her cheek. Her throat bulged obscenely and she felt completely helpless. She struggled to breathe through her nose as he held it there. Her eyes wandered to her store window and she saw a small crowd watching through the window. When she made eye contact with the crowd, she felt a shame again. However, the crowd didn't judge her. The women at the store window started to applaud and root for Linda-May. There were a lot of fellow store owners and they were happy to see the paranoid woman finally give in. Maurice mercifully pulled out and let Linda-May gasp for air. The crowd encouraged the girl and cheered when Maurice easily lifted her into the air. He held her over his steel hard cock and lowered her down on it in full view of the crowd. It felt like losing her virginity all over again except this was a REAL cock. She was a ragdoll in his hands. She tricked herself into thinking she could maintain control in this World, but it was all a lie. A smile grew on her face and she gave in completely to the pleasure. She put on quite a show for the crowd. They watched the uptight shop keeper turn into a squirting, babbling mess.

16 MONTHS LATER

Linda-May woke up in Maurice's plantation style home and had to get ready for work. Her tits ached and so she immediately went to the nursery. She picked up her black baby and let him drain both tits. He never failed to leave a drop. He was born over twice the size of the average white girl baby. If she had anything to do with it, he would grow up to be big, strong and commanding. It was important to her to serve the master race. He still looked hungry, so she got another white slave girl with milk to feed him. Just like adult black men, no single white woman is capable of satisfying them. She took a shower, got dressed and headed to the mall. She passed by about a dozen slave girls working Maurice's land. She was thankful that Maurice bought out Sheila to own the shop. As she walked through the mall, she couldn't find a single unclaimed adult woman. The vast majority wore a collar, had a visible ownership tattoo or stayed within 10 feet of their master or a designated black woman handler. She entered the shop and Mary-Sue smiled at her Momma.

"Hey, Momma. That new promotion is working out even better than you said it would. Maurice is going to be happy with the money we're makin'." Mary-Sue smiled.

"That's good, honey. Do you think your time is coming?" The hopeful mother asked.

"I can feel it Momma. I think I'll be gettin' into heat soon. I love the girls from the first time, but I hope he plants a big nigga in me, just like he did with you." Mary-Sue said and gave her mother a hug.

"I'm sure you'll get there eventually. Oh, looks like we have another customer." Linda-May noted.

A black man with white and Hispanic slave girls approached the counter. He dumped the items he wanted to buy onto the counter and Linda-May rung him up. "OK, so that will be $167. As I'm sure you know, any purchase over $150 entitles you to complimentary service. Do you have a preference?"

The black man looked back and forth between Linda-May and Mary-Sue "Can I get both?"

The mother and daughter looked at each other "Ummm, OK. But don't tell your friends" Linda-May winked. They led the man to the back of the store and sat him down in a chair. Mary-Sue fished his cock out of his pants and stuffed her greedy mouth. Maurice had given them permission to use their mouths, but the rest of their bodies belonged exclusively to him. The mother-daughter team sucked his big black cock. They alternated bobbing their heads, licking the shaft and slurping on huge balls. As he got ready to cum, Mary-Sue giggled and pushed her mom out of the way. She got the first few big gulps of cum.

Linda-May gasped "Didn't I raise you to share, you greedy bitch?!" and wrestled the cock back so that she could fill her own hungry belly. The warm gooey feeling in her belly always put a smile on her face. The days she spent fearfully trying to prevent infection all seemed like a distant bad dream.

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