Out of Afrika - Chapter 4
Out of Afrika – A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B
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Chapter 4
Another Monday and another week beckoned the good citizens of Hawksville. Everyone had objectives and their own concerns in mind as the day began and for the Whites there was a mixed bag of tasks ahead.
Simone knew that the focus of her week would be preparing for the arrival of Rhino’s CEO who was coming on a ‘State Visit’ later in the week and the full schedule of meetings and demonstrations that needed to be arranged.
For Ian it was to be dealing with his regular, boring (but lucrative) job of acting as financial advisor to the local business community. He had reached a point in his career where he felt he could do the job standing on his head with his eyes shut but the salary and commissions he was paid was incentive enough to stay put and, anyway, why should he look to do something more challenging and stressful when he had other things to worry about. Increasingly he was consumed with his mental struggle of accepting his perceived diminished status in the household hierarchy. So many things seemed to have turned around in his life lately and he recognized that the major factor was Simone’s increased dominance in almost every aspect. It seemed to him that ever since she began that job with Rhino that they had become more detached and not only did she increasingly defer to the wishes of her bosses when it came to choices to be made but, worryingly, he both accepted the change in the dynamic and indeed had begun to assume the role of being her willing supplicant. “It was a worry but, then again, I do have a new phone, don’t I?” he concluded as he gathered his things together.
Chloe’s worries were much less complex but nevertheless her concerns made her equally nervous. She had the prospect that later in the week of taking the dreaded Sociology Test; another examination to be taken on the long road of getting her High School diploma. She had spent a good deal of the weekend revising for the test but for her the subject was mind-numbingly dull and, anyway, her new phone had been a constant distraction. She wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone but she knew she had spent far too much time playing with it than was considered healthy.
One thing she did discover was her phone came pre-programmed with an App. The App invited the user to sign-up to an inclusive Rhino messaging service that allowed participants within the community to converse with like-minded people without fear of being compromised. It also promised that it would assist in identifying those like-minded people and indicated that, as such, it might be considered as a pseudo-dating service. Chloe was intrigued and although she appreciated that what was being offered was nothing more than was already provided by other well-established social media services the clincher was that there was a promise of discounts on the purchase of other Rhino products. The fact that these products had yet to be announced did not occur to her.
She put her Sociology Text book to one side and once again picked up her phone. She just loved the feel of it; the warmth; the pretty glowing screen that pulsed in time with the low hum. As always she was overcome with a sense of contentment when she held it and felt blessed to possess such a wonderful thing. She tapped the icon for the App and felt the phone give a twitch as the screen burst into life to display a welcome message. As she read it a sense of calm washed over her and she felt even more relaxed. She smiled when a quiet voice addressed her by name, ‘Hello Chloe, how are you today?’
“How does it know?’ she mused.
“I’m fine,” she answered not feeling even a little bit foolish as she responded to the disemboweled voice.
“Good. Chloe I think we know quite a lot about you already but we are going to complete your record before you are ready to go with the App.”
Chloe nodded her head in response.
“We need to have a picture to add to your profile. Please pull out the phone support stand; you’ll find it at the bottom edge.”
She turned the phone over and unclipped a hinged bracket which was an integral part of the base. She hadn’t noticed it before.
“Good, now stand the phone on a surface so that you can see the screen and you can be ‘hands-free.”
Chloe dreamily did as she was told.
“That’s fine. Now I can see you properly and, by the way, you look very nice today,” the voice said soothingly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Now smile for the camera … Good … and ..” ‘Click’. The phone gave a flash and then displayed the perfect portrait it had just recorded.
Chloe looked through her sleepy eyes and thought, “Wow, I’m looking hot.”
“Now Chloe I want you to stand up, look at me and then take off all your clothes.”
Chloe didn’t hesitate or think to make any protest. Indeed, she didn’t think at all; she just stood, did as she was told and slipped off the few garments she was wearing. Her sweat shirt, her jogging bottoms, her ‘Hello Kitty’ panties and finally the new bra her Mother had recently bought.
“Good girl, you look very beautiful.”
She mouthed a ‘Thank you’ as she felt a blush washing over her naked body.
“Oh look at your beautiful breasts; no, let’s call them tits. Chloe why don’t you feel how beautiful your tits are? That’s a good girl; gently pinch those adorable pink nipples. Yes, that’s it, feel how nice it feels as they respond to your touch. Just imagine how nice it would feel if your lovely girlfriend Megan, or better still a grown man was licking and nibbling on them for you.”
Involuntarily she lifted her hands to cup her budding mounds. Without further instruction she began to caress and then rub her thumbs over the pale nipples which caused the little nubbins to stiffen. She softly groaned as thoughts drifted her mind that this was someone else who was touching her.
“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” whispered the distant voice. “Why don’t you touch your little kitty; that’ll make you feel even better” the soothing voice next suggested
She slowly slid a hand down over her tummy and let it travel down to reach her peach-fuzz covered slit. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment she shifted her stance so that her feet were apart and her fingers dipped between her legs.
“Show me how you play with yourself Chloe. I’m sure you must play with yourself, don’t you?”
She nodded yes and began to stroke her hand up and down the soft folds of her vagina.
“Mmm, that looks nice. Do you think about a boy being with you while you are doing that, or perhaps it’s your girlfriend Megan who you would love to have slowly licking your kitty? I want you to put any thoughts of the fun you and she have and I now want you to think about how nice it would be to watch a grown man putting his big stiff cock inside your pussy?”
Chloe’s breath was beginning to shorten as her heart rate soared. She continued to frig her pussy with one hand and squeeze her breasts with the other. She closed her eyes and dreamed of a man with his massive cock parting her moist lips, slipping in deeper and deeper.
“I bet the cock you are picturing doesn’t look nearly as nice as these,” said the voice and with that the screen on her phone began to fade in and fade out with pictures of different cocks, nice stiff cocks; long cocks; fat cocks but all the same in as much as they were all extremely large black cocks. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have one of these superior men’s cocks inside you Chloe?”
Responding to the flashing images which now changed every second or so on her phone Chloe’s hand began to move faster as she changed her masturbation technique so that she could slip first one, then two slim fingers inside her tight wet cunt and so she begin to finger-fuck herself properly. She kept her eyes focused on the screen now and silently agreed that it would be very nice in deed to have one of these stiff black cocks making love to her for her first time and take her virginity. The thought was enough to start that overwhelming feeling which she’d only recently discovered course over her young body and she was soon standing there trembling as her best climax ever hit like a freight train. She gasped and fell forward grasping the desktop to prevent herself from falling as she gasped to catch her breath.
“Thank you Chloe, that was precisely the information we needed to open this new application. Now Chloe, I want you to calm down and then get yourself dressed.”
A few minutes passed and once her breathing had finally returned to normal she did as she had been told and pulled her clothes back on. She looked expectantly back at the phone which seemed as if knew it was being watched.
“Look at me Chloe.” A loud snapping noise rewarded her attention.
“OK, Chloe. That’s all done. Welcome to the Rhino Messaging Service. We hope you are going to have lots of fun with this new application you’ve activated.” And with that the screen reverted back to its regular standby mode display.
She continued to stare at the screen for several minutes in anticipation of something else happening for it seemed to her that there must be more than just having your picture taken to be accepted by the App but after a few moments with no signals coming from the phone she accepted that there were no other questions to be asked and she turned her attention back to her Sociology Text Book.
She lay back on her bed trying to concentrate on her book, feeling very contented but also a little confused for as she read her concentration kept being interrupted by what seemed like flashback images of stiff black cocks.
In the Rhino R&D center the on-duty application developer was equally content. He had just completed a test run of the latest iteration of the software he had been writing and Chloe had been the unwitting guinea pig. It had worked perfectly and he was looking forward to sharing the results with his colleagues and, more importantly, presenting the findings to the CEO when he visited later in the week. In the meantime he decided that his cleverness deserved a reward and, he did as he often did when things had worked well, he pulled down his shorts; re-run the video he had just recorded and taking his thick cock in hand began to have himself a leisurely wank as he looked upon the cute blonde teenager doing exactly what he had asked her to do.
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Jacob Haasbroek had been born in the dying days of Apartheid in a Johannesburg Township. As a black boy in a white-dominated society he had experienced at first hand the injustices that the Apartheid system constantly inflicted on his life and that of his peers. His sense of injustice was fueled from an early age by his fierce intelligence coupled to the realization that his so-called white superiors were not as smart as they believed in almost every measure.
Apartheid as a system of government was buried in the early 1990s with the quiet revolution that saw imprisoned black leaders released from jail to become the new leaders and the white supremacists relegated to history. A sweet moment for the previously suppressed black majority but not sweet enough to satisfy Jacob; he had a plan designed to replace the new order with a culture that was even more radical in righting the wrongs of his past. If all went as envisaged then the white man would be in thrall to the black and willingly so.
Jacob received his doctorate in Behavioral Psychology from the Waterhof Institute in Cape Province. As a Behaviorist he knew that any person can potentially be trained to perform any task, regardless of genetic background, personality traits, and internal thoughts (within the limits of their physical capabilities). It only required the right conditioning.
He created the company known as Rhino the day after receiving his diploma and set about surrounding himself with IT technologists; software engineers; psychologists and other specialists, all of them black and all with a shared sense of entitlement. By design Rhino from Day 1 had the wherewithal to control the minds of others and over the next couple of years the company went from strength-to-strength as various devices and processes were developed.
His visit to Hawksville was primarily to be appraised of the performance of Rhino’s first overseas facility; to be assured that the pioneering work that had been conducted in South Africa had been successfully exported into another culture. For the first few days everything he had been shown confirmed that the vision was flourishing; that concerns over differences between the lifestyles of Africa and the US were unfounded and that the indications were that the white man was indeed being subjugated to the whims of his partner and accepting his diminished status.
Jacob nodded with approval when presented with evidence of this happening. The only apprehensions he had remaining were to do with finance and whether the next developments being proposed and which needed a cash injection were viable. He was a cautious man where money was concerned given his impoverish upbringing and he did not want to be committing money if there was a risk of no reward. Oskar, his manager of the Hawksville complex, was well aware of his attitude had arranged a demonstration of the latest iteration that he hoped would convince assure him that there was no such risk.
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Thursday morning at Hawksville High and Chloe followed her class mates into the assembly hall where the dreaded Sociology test was to be taken. It was to be conducted under strict exam conditions and it was with great relish that the teacher, Miss Baker, demanded that all the pupils who had them handed over their mobile phones so that there could be no opportunity for cheating via any search engine Apps to which they might have access.
Miss Baker was a formidable woman in her 40s. She had never married; she wore unfashionable clothes; she was a deeply religious, committed Christian and she disproved of the giddy ways of her pupils who, in turn, did not like her very much. Miss Baker was big in every way; she was tall, carried a few pounds too many and had a large bust that was invariably restrained and hidden from view by the tweed jackets that she wore. Her first name was Melanie.
Behind her back her pupils called her ‘Big Melons’.
She picked up the phones and placed them in a bag together with a sheaf of paperwork from her desk and with the clock ticking toward the start time for the test she announced to the seated students that the exam would be invigilated by a colleague, a teaching assistant, whilst she would be next door in the school library processing the documentation she had gathered. She handed out the test papers and with the clock signaling the top of the hour she said tersely, “Right, you have two hours. I shall return at midday. Good luck.” She spun on her heel and left them to it.
In the hall way outside the library the janitor was desultory sweeping his mop from side to side. He looked up as Miss Baker swept by without looking in his direction. She strode through the open door and closed it behind her. As the library door clicked shut he rummaged in his pocket to find his phone. He stabbed out a message on the screen and pressed the icon to send his text.
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Oskar was finishing his presentation on future plans and had successfully argued the case for funding more mobile phone masts to be erected in the surrounding countryside so thereby increasing coverage. There followed other budgetary discussions and Jacob was nodding sagely absorbing all the information that was being fired at him but he was still harboring doubts about approving extra funds for the software development. Oskar argued that to implement the upgrade would allow an even greater degree of control over their subjects to the extent that any inhibitions would be overcome and the most outrageous suggestions would be acted upon. He said that a test subject had been identified and a demonstration had been arranged.
As if on cue his phone buzzed. He looked down and saw a text message appear on the screen. He smiled as he read it and with his other hand pushed a file across the table towards Jacob. “That was confirmation that our subject is in position. If you would care to look at her profile you’ll appreciate why she has been selected.”
Jacob opened the file and scanned the few pages and after a few seconds nodded.
Oskar took that as a confirmation of approval. “And now if you will follow me we can go through to the development lab and I’ll show you exactly what can be achieved.”
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Miss Baker found a desk in an alcove and placed her sheaf of papers in front of her. She was just about to put the bag of phones on the floor when from within came a low buzzing noise. She sighed thinking that despite being told otherwise one of the phone’s owners had not switched off.
She opened the neck of the bag, looked inside and saw it was Chloe White’s phone that was pulsing away. She took it out to check if it could be turned off but as soon as she touched it she experienced the oddest sensation and was powerless to do anything other than to stare at the screen with its pretty swirling colour display. Her paperwork was forgotten as she heard a soft voice, “Hello Melanie, how are you today?”
Miss Baker stared at the screen initially feeling confused as to this strange turn of events but then becoming totally relaxed as the voice continued in a soothing tone.
“Why don’t we have a little fun Melanie. I’m sure you don’t have time for very much fun with this job of yours, do you? And here you are with some ‘Me Time’.”
She shook her head dumbly and weird thoughts began to run through her head of ‘her fun’; of the nights in her lonely bed when she would comfort herself; the weekends spent at her church doing good deeds under the gaze of the new black pastor. She sat there calmly looking at the screen and decided that ‘Me Time’ was just what she needed.
“Melanie, pull out the stand on the base of the phone, place it on the desk so that you can see me and then take off your jacket.”
She turned the phone over and found the release for the bracket and did what she had been told and hung her tweed jacket on the back of her chair.
“Nice blouse Melanie but why don’t we take that off as well; you’ll feel a lot more comfortable.”
With no hesitation she unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it from her and dropped it on the floor such was her haste to comply. She sat back in her chair, her breasts rising and falling in time with her shallow breathing and spilling over the top of her ‘sensible’ bra.
“Oh Melanie, you look so nice sitting there but it would be nicer if you would just let me see those lovely tits of yours.”
Melanie without a hint of protest reached up and pulled down her bra and her lily white globes escaped their confines to sag obscenely over her stomach.
“That’s beautiful Melanie. Do you play with them Melanie? I bet you do; let me see how you play Melanie.”
Such a suggestion would never have been made to her in her life before by anyone such was her fearsome reputation and known straitlaced attitudes but now, listening to the dulcet tones of the unidentified voice, it seemed to be the most reasonable thing to do and she took her hands and hefted the soft warm globes and delighted in the sensation. She looked down at herself and focused on her large nipples accentuated by brown aeroles and smiled as she trailed her thumbs over the stiffening buttons. Hmm, this is just the sort of thing she did in the sanctuary of her apartment but, she thought, it never felt as nice as this, doing it for an unseen voyeur.
“Melanie, why don’t you let me see your vagina .. or do you call it your pussy .. or your cunt?”
She stood up reached under her skirt and with one swift move hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton knickers and yanked them down to her ankles. She lifted the hem of the skirt and standing with her legs apart revealed a thick bush of black hair which was ineffectively covering the lips of her dark labia. She stood with an expression of pride on her face as the voice gave an exclamation of admiration, “Oh Melanie, your cunt looks beautiful.”
As she stood she was totally unaware that peering around the bookshelves was the Janitor who she had totally ignored when she had come into the library. Although he couldn’t see what she was so wantonly displaying to the phone he could hear the commentary and could see the wide cheeks of her backside; that was sufficient to prompt his cock to swell. In preparation for his part in the demonstration he eased his stiffening penis from the confines of his overalls.
“Melanie, it would be nice to see you play with yourself just like I’m sure you do at home.”
A perfectly reasonable request she thought and she reached down and began to stroke and slide her fingers through her bush letting her thumb flick and push against her clit. The screen then changed its display and began to flash pictures, the same pictures that had previously been presented to Chloe; Stiff cocks; Long cocks; fat cocks; bulbous glans and all with the common feature of being black. As she looked on approvingly her hands stroked faster and her pussy became wetter.
“Melanie , you can have some of that black cock. Would you like that?”
She nodded dreamily in the direction of the phone, “Yes please.”
The janitor took this as his cue and with his rigid cock bobbing in front of him he quietly moved behind her watching her body jerking as she continued to frig herself.
“Melanie, lean forward and hold onto the desk.”
She dropped a hand and did as commanded, her tits drooping down and hiding the view of her hairy pussy being frigged by the other hand from the phone. Not so for the janitor who then had the most delightful sight of her ass and the rhythmic sight of her fingers spreading the lips of her wet cavern. He moved closer and with his cock already dribbling pre-cum touched her butt. She gave a start and turned her head to see him there but didn’t pause in her administrations but, rather, she reacted by pushing herself back toward him. He took this as his invitation and positioning himself he did as he had been instructed and shoved the shiny bulb of his penis into her arsehole. Melanie gave a gasp at this unexpected intrusion but with no hesitation continued to finger-fuck herself. He settled for a moment and then when he heard no protest pushed further into her until his balls were resting against her upturned cheeks.
Melanie eyes turned upward at the delicious sensations that began to wash over her, a reaction that was being keenly observed by the group standing around the monitor in the laboratory. Although they couldn’t see directly they knew that their man was doing as he had been told and that Melanie was experiencing her first anal fuck. Clearly she was enjoying it very much.
The wanton couple continued for a few minutes more and then with her delight nearing its peak she began grunting and mewling in time to the thrusting of her backside by her unseen assailant. The crisis overcame her as she felt a gush of spunk spurt inside her and she almost collapsed onto the desk top.
The janitor pulled out and a flood of cum followed to drip down the crack of her butt to add to her own juices that had liberally coated her cunt and thighs. He stepped away and straightening his clothes left her there panting and heaving to regain her breath. They both in their own ways were luxuriating in the glow of a job well done.
The group monitoring her from afar were similarly satisfied with the performance and continued to watch as the operator told her to get herself cleaned up and dressed. After a few moments she once again appeared to be the Miss Baker that everyone knew and the operator tapped a few keys which sent a pulse to the phone that she was once again holding.
Miss Baker gave a start and came out of the daydream that she had fallen into. She looked around in confusion but saw that, thankfully, there was nobody around who might have seen her ‘sleeping on the job’ and that the work she had intended to do had been left undone. “How could that be?” she thought.
With midday approaching she gathered her things and left the library to return to the assembly hall and the examination. Stepping out into the hallway she almost collided with the janitor who was still pushing his mop. She mumbled an apology as momentarily their eyes met.
He responded by smiling at her as they extracted themselves from the close encounter, “no worries,” he said.
She returned to the hall shaking her head and as she sat down at her desk she thought, “Hmm, I’m sure I know him from somewhere …. and he’s not a bad looking guy ..”.
The clock clicked to the midday hour. “OK, pens down everyone; no more writing. Bring your papers to me and you can collect your phones as you leave,” the formidable Miss Baker called out.
Chloe took her place in the line of students and did as instructed. She put her completed answer paper on the pile and made to take back her phone that Miss Baker was holding.
“Ah Chloe, I couldn’t help but notice what a nice phone you have; so modern and it looks really easy to use. Perhaps you might care to let me know where you got it. I’m thinking of getting one myself.”
Chloe was taken aback by the change in attitude and the sweet way her teacher spoke to her but nevertheless gave her the information that it was a present but would find out the details for her.
Chloe and Megan left the hall hand-in-hand. “Oh my God, did you hear the way Big Melons just spoke to me? I think she’s flipped or something,” she giggled as they made their way to the canteen and lunch.
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Meanwhile in the darkness of Rhino’s Lab congratulatory noises were being shared as Jacob conceded that the demonstration he had just witnessed had achieved the objective of subjecting total control over with whomever they wished to connect. Indeed, his response to what he had just seen was to declare that the funding would be approved so that the upgrade and expansion to the system could be rolled out without any further delay.
Oskar was delighted at the CEO’s reaction and as they all returned to the conference room and the other attendees of their meeting he suggested that a celebration would be in order to reward all involved; a sentiment that was readily accepted. Jacob in ebullient mood agreed and arrangements were put in place for a party to be held on company premises over the upcoming weekend so that everyone could congratulate and enjoy themselves. “Unfortunately,” said Jacob, “I will be unable to attend. I have to fly home on Saturday.”
Simone and Janice made all the right conciliatory noises and expressed sadness that they would not have the chance to socialize with the big man then Janice had an idea. “Mr Haasbroek, I am having a small dinner party tomorrow evening. It would be an honour if you would accept an invite to come,” she simpered.
Jacob was momentarily taken aback but quickly regaining his good manners he said, “Mrs Baldwin, I would be delighted to accept.”
Janice beamed. “Oh lovely. It’ll be such fun and I hope you like after-dinner entertainment. I always have after-dinner entertainment and I have something special in mind.”
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Chapter 4
Another Monday and another week beckoned the good citizens of Hawksville. Everyone had objectives and their own concerns in mind as the day began and for the Whites there was a mixed bag of tasks ahead.
Simone knew that the focus of her week would be preparing for the arrival of Rhino’s CEO who was coming on a ‘State Visit’ later in the week and the full schedule of meetings and demonstrations that needed to be arranged.
For Ian it was to be dealing with his regular, boring (but lucrative) job of acting as financial advisor to the local business community. He had reached a point in his career where he felt he could do the job standing on his head with his eyes shut but the salary and commissions he was paid was incentive enough to stay put and, anyway, why should he look to do something more challenging and stressful when he had other things to worry about. Increasingly he was consumed with his mental struggle of accepting his perceived diminished status in the household hierarchy. So many things seemed to have turned around in his life lately and he recognized that the major factor was Simone’s increased dominance in almost every aspect. It seemed to him that ever since she began that job with Rhino that they had become more detached and not only did she increasingly defer to the wishes of her bosses when it came to choices to be made but, worryingly, he both accepted the change in the dynamic and indeed had begun to assume the role of being her willing supplicant. “It was a worry but, then again, I do have a new phone, don’t I?” he concluded as he gathered his things together.
Chloe’s worries were much less complex but nevertheless her concerns made her equally nervous. She had the prospect that later in the week of taking the dreaded Sociology Test; another examination to be taken on the long road of getting her High School diploma. She had spent a good deal of the weekend revising for the test but for her the subject was mind-numbingly dull and, anyway, her new phone had been a constant distraction. She wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone but she knew she had spent far too much time playing with it than was considered healthy.
One thing she did discover was her phone came pre-programmed with an App. The App invited the user to sign-up to an inclusive Rhino messaging service that allowed participants within the community to converse with like-minded people without fear of being compromised. It also promised that it would assist in identifying those like-minded people and indicated that, as such, it might be considered as a pseudo-dating service. Chloe was intrigued and although she appreciated that what was being offered was nothing more than was already provided by other well-established social media services the clincher was that there was a promise of discounts on the purchase of other Rhino products. The fact that these products had yet to be announced did not occur to her.
She put her Sociology Text book to one side and once again picked up her phone. She just loved the feel of it; the warmth; the pretty glowing screen that pulsed in time with the low hum. As always she was overcome with a sense of contentment when she held it and felt blessed to possess such a wonderful thing. She tapped the icon for the App and felt the phone give a twitch as the screen burst into life to display a welcome message. As she read it a sense of calm washed over her and she felt even more relaxed. She smiled when a quiet voice addressed her by name, ‘Hello Chloe, how are you today?’
“How does it know?’ she mused.
“I’m fine,” she answered not feeling even a little bit foolish as she responded to the disemboweled voice.
“Good. Chloe I think we know quite a lot about you already but we are going to complete your record before you are ready to go with the App.”
Chloe nodded her head in response.
“We need to have a picture to add to your profile. Please pull out the phone support stand; you’ll find it at the bottom edge.”
She turned the phone over and unclipped a hinged bracket which was an integral part of the base. She hadn’t noticed it before.
“Good, now stand the phone on a surface so that you can see the screen and you can be ‘hands-free.”
Chloe dreamily did as she was told.
“That’s fine. Now I can see you properly and, by the way, you look very nice today,” the voice said soothingly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Now smile for the camera … Good … and ..” ‘Click’. The phone gave a flash and then displayed the perfect portrait it had just recorded.
Chloe looked through her sleepy eyes and thought, “Wow, I’m looking hot.”
“Now Chloe I want you to stand up, look at me and then take off all your clothes.”
Chloe didn’t hesitate or think to make any protest. Indeed, she didn’t think at all; she just stood, did as she was told and slipped off the few garments she was wearing. Her sweat shirt, her jogging bottoms, her ‘Hello Kitty’ panties and finally the new bra her Mother had recently bought.
“Good girl, you look very beautiful.”
She mouthed a ‘Thank you’ as she felt a blush washing over her naked body.
“Oh look at your beautiful breasts; no, let’s call them tits. Chloe why don’t you feel how beautiful your tits are? That’s a good girl; gently pinch those adorable pink nipples. Yes, that’s it, feel how nice it feels as they respond to your touch. Just imagine how nice it would feel if your lovely girlfriend Megan, or better still a grown man was licking and nibbling on them for you.”
Involuntarily she lifted her hands to cup her budding mounds. Without further instruction she began to caress and then rub her thumbs over the pale nipples which caused the little nubbins to stiffen. She softly groaned as thoughts drifted her mind that this was someone else who was touching her.
“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” whispered the distant voice. “Why don’t you touch your little kitty; that’ll make you feel even better” the soothing voice next suggested
She slowly slid a hand down over her tummy and let it travel down to reach her peach-fuzz covered slit. Without the slightest hint of embarrassment she shifted her stance so that her feet were apart and her fingers dipped between her legs.
“Show me how you play with yourself Chloe. I’m sure you must play with yourself, don’t you?”
She nodded yes and began to stroke her hand up and down the soft folds of her vagina.
“Mmm, that looks nice. Do you think about a boy being with you while you are doing that, or perhaps it’s your girlfriend Megan who you would love to have slowly licking your kitty? I want you to put any thoughts of the fun you and she have and I now want you to think about how nice it would be to watch a grown man putting his big stiff cock inside your pussy?”
Chloe’s breath was beginning to shorten as her heart rate soared. She continued to frig her pussy with one hand and squeeze her breasts with the other. She closed her eyes and dreamed of a man with his massive cock parting her moist lips, slipping in deeper and deeper.
“I bet the cock you are picturing doesn’t look nearly as nice as these,” said the voice and with that the screen on her phone began to fade in and fade out with pictures of different cocks, nice stiff cocks; long cocks; fat cocks but all the same in as much as they were all extremely large black cocks. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have one of these superior men’s cocks inside you Chloe?”
Responding to the flashing images which now changed every second or so on her phone Chloe’s hand began to move faster as she changed her masturbation technique so that she could slip first one, then two slim fingers inside her tight wet cunt and so she begin to finger-fuck herself properly. She kept her eyes focused on the screen now and silently agreed that it would be very nice in deed to have one of these stiff black cocks making love to her for her first time and take her virginity. The thought was enough to start that overwhelming feeling which she’d only recently discovered course over her young body and she was soon standing there trembling as her best climax ever hit like a freight train. She gasped and fell forward grasping the desktop to prevent herself from falling as she gasped to catch her breath.
“Thank you Chloe, that was precisely the information we needed to open this new application. Now Chloe, I want you to calm down and then get yourself dressed.”
A few minutes passed and once her breathing had finally returned to normal she did as she had been told and pulled her clothes back on. She looked expectantly back at the phone which seemed as if knew it was being watched.
“Look at me Chloe.” A loud snapping noise rewarded her attention.
“OK, Chloe. That’s all done. Welcome to the Rhino Messaging Service. We hope you are going to have lots of fun with this new application you’ve activated.” And with that the screen reverted back to its regular standby mode display.
She continued to stare at the screen for several minutes in anticipation of something else happening for it seemed to her that there must be more than just having your picture taken to be accepted by the App but after a few moments with no signals coming from the phone she accepted that there were no other questions to be asked and she turned her attention back to her Sociology Text Book.
She lay back on her bed trying to concentrate on her book, feeling very contented but also a little confused for as she read her concentration kept being interrupted by what seemed like flashback images of stiff black cocks.
In the Rhino R&D center the on-duty application developer was equally content. He had just completed a test run of the latest iteration of the software he had been writing and Chloe had been the unwitting guinea pig. It had worked perfectly and he was looking forward to sharing the results with his colleagues and, more importantly, presenting the findings to the CEO when he visited later in the week. In the meantime he decided that his cleverness deserved a reward and, he did as he often did when things had worked well, he pulled down his shorts; re-run the video he had just recorded and taking his thick cock in hand began to have himself a leisurely wank as he looked upon the cute blonde teenager doing exactly what he had asked her to do.
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Jacob Haasbroek had been born in the dying days of Apartheid in a Johannesburg Township. As a black boy in a white-dominated society he had experienced at first hand the injustices that the Apartheid system constantly inflicted on his life and that of his peers. His sense of injustice was fueled from an early age by his fierce intelligence coupled to the realization that his so-called white superiors were not as smart as they believed in almost every measure.
Apartheid as a system of government was buried in the early 1990s with the quiet revolution that saw imprisoned black leaders released from jail to become the new leaders and the white supremacists relegated to history. A sweet moment for the previously suppressed black majority but not sweet enough to satisfy Jacob; he had a plan designed to replace the new order with a culture that was even more radical in righting the wrongs of his past. If all went as envisaged then the white man would be in thrall to the black and willingly so.
Jacob received his doctorate in Behavioral Psychology from the Waterhof Institute in Cape Province. As a Behaviorist he knew that any person can potentially be trained to perform any task, regardless of genetic background, personality traits, and internal thoughts (within the limits of their physical capabilities). It only required the right conditioning.
He created the company known as Rhino the day after receiving his diploma and set about surrounding himself with IT technologists; software engineers; psychologists and other specialists, all of them black and all with a shared sense of entitlement. By design Rhino from Day 1 had the wherewithal to control the minds of others and over the next couple of years the company went from strength-to-strength as various devices and processes were developed.
His visit to Hawksville was primarily to be appraised of the performance of Rhino’s first overseas facility; to be assured that the pioneering work that had been conducted in South Africa had been successfully exported into another culture. For the first few days everything he had been shown confirmed that the vision was flourishing; that concerns over differences between the lifestyles of Africa and the US were unfounded and that the indications were that the white man was indeed being subjugated to the whims of his partner and accepting his diminished status.
Jacob nodded with approval when presented with evidence of this happening. The only apprehensions he had remaining were to do with finance and whether the next developments being proposed and which needed a cash injection were viable. He was a cautious man where money was concerned given his impoverish upbringing and he did not want to be committing money if there was a risk of no reward. Oskar, his manager of the Hawksville complex, was well aware of his attitude had arranged a demonstration of the latest iteration that he hoped would convince assure him that there was no such risk.
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Thursday morning at Hawksville High and Chloe followed her class mates into the assembly hall where the dreaded Sociology test was to be taken. It was to be conducted under strict exam conditions and it was with great relish that the teacher, Miss Baker, demanded that all the pupils who had them handed over their mobile phones so that there could be no opportunity for cheating via any search engine Apps to which they might have access.
Miss Baker was a formidable woman in her 40s. She had never married; she wore unfashionable clothes; she was a deeply religious, committed Christian and she disproved of the giddy ways of her pupils who, in turn, did not like her very much. Miss Baker was big in every way; she was tall, carried a few pounds too many and had a large bust that was invariably restrained and hidden from view by the tweed jackets that she wore. Her first name was Melanie.
Behind her back her pupils called her ‘Big Melons’.
She picked up the phones and placed them in a bag together with a sheaf of paperwork from her desk and with the clock ticking toward the start time for the test she announced to the seated students that the exam would be invigilated by a colleague, a teaching assistant, whilst she would be next door in the school library processing the documentation she had gathered. She handed out the test papers and with the clock signaling the top of the hour she said tersely, “Right, you have two hours. I shall return at midday. Good luck.” She spun on her heel and left them to it.
In the hall way outside the library the janitor was desultory sweeping his mop from side to side. He looked up as Miss Baker swept by without looking in his direction. She strode through the open door and closed it behind her. As the library door clicked shut he rummaged in his pocket to find his phone. He stabbed out a message on the screen and pressed the icon to send his text.
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Oskar was finishing his presentation on future plans and had successfully argued the case for funding more mobile phone masts to be erected in the surrounding countryside so thereby increasing coverage. There followed other budgetary discussions and Jacob was nodding sagely absorbing all the information that was being fired at him but he was still harboring doubts about approving extra funds for the software development. Oskar argued that to implement the upgrade would allow an even greater degree of control over their subjects to the extent that any inhibitions would be overcome and the most outrageous suggestions would be acted upon. He said that a test subject had been identified and a demonstration had been arranged.
As if on cue his phone buzzed. He looked down and saw a text message appear on the screen. He smiled as he read it and with his other hand pushed a file across the table towards Jacob. “That was confirmation that our subject is in position. If you would care to look at her profile you’ll appreciate why she has been selected.”
Jacob opened the file and scanned the few pages and after a few seconds nodded.
Oskar took that as a confirmation of approval. “And now if you will follow me we can go through to the development lab and I’ll show you exactly what can be achieved.”
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Miss Baker found a desk in an alcove and placed her sheaf of papers in front of her. She was just about to put the bag of phones on the floor when from within came a low buzzing noise. She sighed thinking that despite being told otherwise one of the phone’s owners had not switched off.
She opened the neck of the bag, looked inside and saw it was Chloe White’s phone that was pulsing away. She took it out to check if it could be turned off but as soon as she touched it she experienced the oddest sensation and was powerless to do anything other than to stare at the screen with its pretty swirling colour display. Her paperwork was forgotten as she heard a soft voice, “Hello Melanie, how are you today?”
Miss Baker stared at the screen initially feeling confused as to this strange turn of events but then becoming totally relaxed as the voice continued in a soothing tone.
“Why don’t we have a little fun Melanie. I’m sure you don’t have time for very much fun with this job of yours, do you? And here you are with some ‘Me Time’.”
She shook her head dumbly and weird thoughts began to run through her head of ‘her fun’; of the nights in her lonely bed when she would comfort herself; the weekends spent at her church doing good deeds under the gaze of the new black pastor. She sat there calmly looking at the screen and decided that ‘Me Time’ was just what she needed.
“Melanie, pull out the stand on the base of the phone, place it on the desk so that you can see me and then take off your jacket.”
She turned the phone over and found the release for the bracket and did what she had been told and hung her tweed jacket on the back of her chair.
“Nice blouse Melanie but why don’t we take that off as well; you’ll feel a lot more comfortable.”
With no hesitation she unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it from her and dropped it on the floor such was her haste to comply. She sat back in her chair, her breasts rising and falling in time with her shallow breathing and spilling over the top of her ‘sensible’ bra.
“Oh Melanie, you look so nice sitting there but it would be nicer if you would just let me see those lovely tits of yours.”
Melanie without a hint of protest reached up and pulled down her bra and her lily white globes escaped their confines to sag obscenely over her stomach.
“That’s beautiful Melanie. Do you play with them Melanie? I bet you do; let me see how you play Melanie.”
Such a suggestion would never have been made to her in her life before by anyone such was her fearsome reputation and known straitlaced attitudes but now, listening to the dulcet tones of the unidentified voice, it seemed to be the most reasonable thing to do and she took her hands and hefted the soft warm globes and delighted in the sensation. She looked down at herself and focused on her large nipples accentuated by brown aeroles and smiled as she trailed her thumbs over the stiffening buttons. Hmm, this is just the sort of thing she did in the sanctuary of her apartment but, she thought, it never felt as nice as this, doing it for an unseen voyeur.
“Melanie, why don’t you let me see your vagina .. or do you call it your pussy .. or your cunt?”
She stood up reached under her skirt and with one swift move hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton knickers and yanked them down to her ankles. She lifted the hem of the skirt and standing with her legs apart revealed a thick bush of black hair which was ineffectively covering the lips of her dark labia. She stood with an expression of pride on her face as the voice gave an exclamation of admiration, “Oh Melanie, your cunt looks beautiful.”
As she stood she was totally unaware that peering around the bookshelves was the Janitor who she had totally ignored when she had come into the library. Although he couldn’t see what she was so wantonly displaying to the phone he could hear the commentary and could see the wide cheeks of her backside; that was sufficient to prompt his cock to swell. In preparation for his part in the demonstration he eased his stiffening penis from the confines of his overalls.
“Melanie, it would be nice to see you play with yourself just like I’m sure you do at home.”
A perfectly reasonable request she thought and she reached down and began to stroke and slide her fingers through her bush letting her thumb flick and push against her clit. The screen then changed its display and began to flash pictures, the same pictures that had previously been presented to Chloe; Stiff cocks; Long cocks; fat cocks; bulbous glans and all with the common feature of being black. As she looked on approvingly her hands stroked faster and her pussy became wetter.
“Melanie , you can have some of that black cock. Would you like that?”
She nodded dreamily in the direction of the phone, “Yes please.”
The janitor took this as his cue and with his rigid cock bobbing in front of him he quietly moved behind her watching her body jerking as she continued to frig herself.
“Melanie, lean forward and hold onto the desk.”
She dropped a hand and did as commanded, her tits drooping down and hiding the view of her hairy pussy being frigged by the other hand from the phone. Not so for the janitor who then had the most delightful sight of her ass and the rhythmic sight of her fingers spreading the lips of her wet cavern. He moved closer and with his cock already dribbling pre-cum touched her butt. She gave a start and turned her head to see him there but didn’t pause in her administrations but, rather, she reacted by pushing herself back toward him. He took this as his invitation and positioning himself he did as he had been instructed and shoved the shiny bulb of his penis into her arsehole. Melanie gave a gasp at this unexpected intrusion but with no hesitation continued to finger-fuck herself. He settled for a moment and then when he heard no protest pushed further into her until his balls were resting against her upturned cheeks.
Melanie eyes turned upward at the delicious sensations that began to wash over her, a reaction that was being keenly observed by the group standing around the monitor in the laboratory. Although they couldn’t see directly they knew that their man was doing as he had been told and that Melanie was experiencing her first anal fuck. Clearly she was enjoying it very much.
The wanton couple continued for a few minutes more and then with her delight nearing its peak she began grunting and mewling in time to the thrusting of her backside by her unseen assailant. The crisis overcame her as she felt a gush of spunk spurt inside her and she almost collapsed onto the desk top.
The janitor pulled out and a flood of cum followed to drip down the crack of her butt to add to her own juices that had liberally coated her cunt and thighs. He stepped away and straightening his clothes left her there panting and heaving to regain her breath. They both in their own ways were luxuriating in the glow of a job well done.
The group monitoring her from afar were similarly satisfied with the performance and continued to watch as the operator told her to get herself cleaned up and dressed. After a few moments she once again appeared to be the Miss Baker that everyone knew and the operator tapped a few keys which sent a pulse to the phone that she was once again holding.
Miss Baker gave a start and came out of the daydream that she had fallen into. She looked around in confusion but saw that, thankfully, there was nobody around who might have seen her ‘sleeping on the job’ and that the work she had intended to do had been left undone. “How could that be?” she thought.
With midday approaching she gathered her things and left the library to return to the assembly hall and the examination. Stepping out into the hallway she almost collided with the janitor who was still pushing his mop. She mumbled an apology as momentarily their eyes met.
He responded by smiling at her as they extracted themselves from the close encounter, “no worries,” he said.
She returned to the hall shaking her head and as she sat down at her desk she thought, “Hmm, I’m sure I know him from somewhere …. and he’s not a bad looking guy ..”.
The clock clicked to the midday hour. “OK, pens down everyone; no more writing. Bring your papers to me and you can collect your phones as you leave,” the formidable Miss Baker called out.
Chloe took her place in the line of students and did as instructed. She put her completed answer paper on the pile and made to take back her phone that Miss Baker was holding.
“Ah Chloe, I couldn’t help but notice what a nice phone you have; so modern and it looks really easy to use. Perhaps you might care to let me know where you got it. I’m thinking of getting one myself.”
Chloe was taken aback by the change in attitude and the sweet way her teacher spoke to her but nevertheless gave her the information that it was a present but would find out the details for her.
Chloe and Megan left the hall hand-in-hand. “Oh my God, did you hear the way Big Melons just spoke to me? I think she’s flipped or something,” she giggled as they made their way to the canteen and lunch.
*******
Meanwhile in the darkness of Rhino’s Lab congratulatory noises were being shared as Jacob conceded that the demonstration he had just witnessed had achieved the objective of subjecting total control over with whomever they wished to connect. Indeed, his response to what he had just seen was to declare that the funding would be approved so that the upgrade and expansion to the system could be rolled out without any further delay.
Oskar was delighted at the CEO’s reaction and as they all returned to the conference room and the other attendees of their meeting he suggested that a celebration would be in order to reward all involved; a sentiment that was readily accepted. Jacob in ebullient mood agreed and arrangements were put in place for a party to be held on company premises over the upcoming weekend so that everyone could congratulate and enjoy themselves. “Unfortunately,” said Jacob, “I will be unable to attend. I have to fly home on Saturday.”
Simone and Janice made all the right conciliatory noises and expressed sadness that they would not have the chance to socialize with the big man then Janice had an idea. “Mr Haasbroek, I am having a small dinner party tomorrow evening. It would be an honour if you would accept an invite to come,” she simpered.
Jacob was momentarily taken aback but quickly regaining his good manners he said, “Mrs Baldwin, I would be delighted to accept.”
Janice beamed. “Oh lovely. It’ll be such fun and I hope you like after-dinner entertainment. I always have after-dinner entertainment and I have something special in mind.”
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