Ch.5
Lucius directed, "I'm going to be your boyfriend. Pretend that we're talking on that cell phone on the table. I'll say that I'm coming over. Just read the cue cards and do what I tell you to do. Got it?"
"Yes Daddy, I've got it!"
The phone on the table rang on cue. Liz picked it up and read the card.
"Hello? Hey, Daddy!... Yes... You know I be ready... Stop teasing me... of course, you know I be begging to be knocked up with a nigga baby. Please come put one in my belly!"
She read the card. A doorbell rang off camera.
"Come in!" Liz read from the card.
"How'd you know it was me, you stupid slut?" Lucius said playfully.
"I didn't. I was just hoping it'd be a nigger with a big cock to knock me up!"
"I knew you'd be a BCW. Come here, you white trash whore." Lucius pulled Liz to him and for the first time in her life, Liz kissed a man. She liked it. The Ecstasy was surely helping. The camera zoomed in on an open mouth, tongue sucking kiss. Lucius pulled the string behind Liz's neck and the top fell below her titbags. He began squeezing them hard. He twisted them.
At first, Liz cooed with little "mmmmmms" and "oh yeahs" but slowly she started uttering "N... N... no... Mmmmm.. No, I shouldn't..."
"Alonso, she's coming down. Work your magic. This time, though, make it Educational. Keep filming. This will be icing on the cake for the intro show."
"Yes Lucius. I'll show her the ropes."
Alonso led Liz, bare chested, teen titbags swinging, showing most everything out the door and down the hall. He brought one of the camcorders. After a few doors, Alonso opened one and they went in. It was obviously a drug den. Most of the girls here were dressed somewhat like Liz or completely naked, on top of mattresses too filthy for normal human use. Alonso led her to the far corner. There lay a dried up woman. She looked to be in her fifties. She was in a drugged out stupor. Her arms were covered with marks like the one that Liz had on her left arm. But there were dozens and dozens on this old hag. And they were red, purple, bruised and angry looking. Most looked infected. A rubber hose and needle were there, the one still loosely around her upper arm, the other still in the vein.
"She's almost twenty three." Alonso said matter of factly.
"Oh my G... " Liz began.
Alonso interrupted "You thought that your cousin was bad? This one's sick with the clap, syphilis and hepatitis B. If Cherry here sees things our way, does what we want, we'll get her medicine and she'll live until our next impasse. Otherwise, Jacksonville's crab traps need bait. We can do whatever we want with you. We own you, body and soul. You best make our desires your desires and your most likely short life will be much better that way. Do you get it, whore? If you're interesting and sell sex to our viewers and johns, we might keep you healthy. We're considering using you for breeding, nursing and birthing videos. We'll see. But first, we've got to break you and be satisfied that you are, indeed, broken. Kneel down. Look into the camera."
Sadly, acceptingly, Liz knelt by the worn out whore before her and looked up. "Yes sir."
"Repeat after me. I'm nothing but a white trash whore."
"I'm nothing but a white trash whore."
"My whole existence is to serve Black Master, my Daddy."
"My whole existence is to serve Black Master, my Daddy."
"I will breed with anyone and everyone he tells me to. I will take whatever drugs that he tells me to."
