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NBWO – SlaveryMarcia had been lucky to get a position as a research assistant after she graduated. While England didn’t have the same reparation laws that had been invoked in America, it did have some pretty specific affirmative action laws. The AA laws meant that people of colour had priority over Caucasians as well as females having priority over males. It was the female AA clauses that had got her the job while her boyfriend, who had graduated with equivalent honours, was lucky to get a job gardening. The fact that there was a free and open education system didn’t hide the fact that the top students were all coloured and even though most white students passed, they rarely excelled. It had been proven that with a level playing field, whites were just dumber.Her boss, a lovely black girl or Negress as they were proudly titled, had Marcia researching racial politics in America in the last two hundred years. Marcia had to admit it was disgusting how the white people had treated other races and readily told her boss this although she felt that the Reparation Laws now in force in America were a little harsh. The proud Negress told her challenged white assistant that she was wrong, that the lottery system that randomly selected white Americans to be sold into slavery was an excellent way for the state to raise revenue, for the white race to gain some respect for their superiors and also to make sure that the slave had some value to its owners and thereby lessen the risk of the slave being abused, although that did still happen, but of course was deserved.Marcia bit her lip as she was lectured. She knew she was at risk of being dismissed, although she felt her boss did appreciate her work and submissive attitude. All this time she stood naturally to attention, secretly enjoying being the focus of her boss’ instruction, although angry with herself at having been so stupid and not understanding things better.Her boss continued correcting Marcia. The voluntary slavery laws in England were good and that Marcia really should consider them. There was also the slave trade program with America under which suitable English Caucasians could be transported to America as slaves. The program did require that the slaves be neutered as America certainly didn’t want an increase in the white population. Such neutering, or castration for the males, actually helped the individuals adapt to their life of slavery as well as served as a source of material for genetic experiments on the harvested eggs and testes. Her boss told Marcia she should look into this as well, if not for herself then definitely for her boyfriend.Nervously Marcia thanked her boss for correcting her and pointing out areas in which she could improve. She imagined how it would have felt if she had been naked, collared and standing to attention as a slave before her Master, or in this case Mistress. She had to admit she was excited, if a little scared.WaitThat night, in the cramped one room apartment that was all they could afford, Marcia did some research into the slave trading program while waiting for her boyfriend to come home.Her first task was to find out exactly what neutering meant for a female slave in the Black World Order. Castration was easy for males; they always had it easy, which further convinced Marcia of the correctness of affirmative action. Neutering for females involved the removal of uterus and optional removal of the ovaries. There appeared to be a number of benefits including etiler escort stopping menstruation, absence of risk of ovarian cancer and risks associated with c***dbirth. Marcia realised it meant she wouldn’t be able to have c***dren, but would she really want to bring more white babies into the world? The advice also said that after neutering both sexes would be given slow release oestrogen injections that would protect them for ten years from the loss of naturally produced hormones. This had no side effects for females but, well, males might find themselves getting in touch with their feminine sides.Of course the big benefit is that being neutered gave you access to the slave trading program. The other advantage was that you were helping advance medical science for the benefit of the Black World Order.Clearly the next step would be for Marcia to discuss it with her boyfriend, but she knew the decision would be hers; AA did give her that responsibility.Marcia didn’t have long to wait. Her boyfriend found her exceptionally randy and it was only when they were both physically and emotionally satisfied after an extended bout of sex, one of the few pleasures they could afford, that Marcia raised the subject with him.As it turned out he was in two minds. His current circumstances were dire and so anything would have to be better, but he was worried about being castrated and what that would do to his sex life. Marcia avoided telling him about the specific hormone replacement treatments and just said that it would really depend on the attitude of his owners towards that sort of thing. She reassured him that she loved him and that this was the right and proper thing for them to do, but that she understood it was a big step. If they applied now there would still be a waiting period and he could always pull out. He thought about this and agreed. How long would he have to wait before he had to make a decision was all he wanted to know. Marcia told him as long as it took, but she really had no idea.InspectionIt took Marcia a few days to get their application together. It turned out that they couldn’t apply until after they had both been neutered and that even after that step there was no guarantee of them being accepted. Without troubling her boyfriend about this Marcia made enquiries about what was required to get this step underway. It turned out castration could be done just by going to the local chemist and that it was a fully subsidized service provided by a Black African Philanthropist.However Marcia’s hysterectomy and oophorectomy procedure was more involved, even though it could be done as a day patient, it did require an anaesthetist, but afterwards it was just like she was on her period for a few days, but only for spotting; there should be no other side effects. She would need a sponsor and even then there would still be a substantial, to them at least, copayment. Taking all this on board Marcia devised a plan. She would ask her boss to sponsor her and access her and her boyfriend’s pension fund savings. While limited they would cover the cost if she could get just a small advance on her future pays for a few months. Pension fund savings were not meant to be accessed ahead of retirement, which had been set at 75 for white females, 80 for white males although borderline poverty had reduced white life spans to little more than that. Of course pension funds would revert to the state if they were ümraniye escort not claimed. Importantly they could be accessed if the purpose was to advance Black causes and Marcia checked and sure enough, having herself neutered was seen as advancing Black causes. She knew it was a bit unfair as the clinics made a lot of money out of the medical experiments and genetic material her sacrifice enabled, but there was nothing she could do about that except to feel her loss was at least being put to good use.She figured that after she got herself done it would be easy to get her boyfriend to drop in to the local chemist to be castrated. She might even ask if she could do the procedure herself, or at least watch. But first she had to seek the support of her boss.Marcia thought this would be easy after her boss’ previous comments, but was greeted with a very lukewarm response. Getting over her initial surprise, Marcia decided that the beautiful and clever Negress she worked for was testing her. “Please at least consider me for sponsorship” Marcia begged, a bit shocked at how she was acting, not really appreciating until now how important the slave trading program had become for her.“Inspection.” Marcia looked puzzled at the one word command. The Negress shook her head in pity. “You’ve a lot to learn girlie.” Then her boss gave a faint smile. “It means strip and stand with your legs apart, hands behind your head.” Marcia looked blank as she slowly began to comprehend. “And do it quickly” her boss snapped.Marcia undressed as quick as she could, finally kicking her discarded clothes out of the way and adopting the pose. Needless to say she was blushing. Her boss laughed, before turning her back on her and ignoring her.Over the next hour her boss had a number of Marcia’s co-workers come into her office. They all had a good look and most passed comments which ranged from “About time” to “She’s so ugly”. Marcia was surprised how unkind they were, but understood it was not her place to pass judgement. She was the naked slave and would be judged, appraised and despised. She also realised that this simple act by her boss would mean she could never expect to be respected by her work colleagues ever again. She also knew they didn’t despise her because she was white, but because she was weak and was now clearly inferior, as if she had betrayed them by pretending to be their equals. Marcia’s guilt doubled.Her boss got up and turned to face Marcia and smiled, not a smile of friendship, but one of superiority. Marcia’s knees trembled and she actually felt herself getting excited. She could only blush and stare blankly ahead, she dare not speak.“Go and fetch me a cup of coffee, girl.” Obediently Marcia did so, glad to be moving but hating walking naked across the open plan office. Now everyone had seen her. There were more comments about her small boobs, how her bum looked spotty, how weak and pale she was, but worse was when they noticed her sex was glistening.After placing the coffee on her boss’ desk she was told to go and get the first aid kit.Returning with that the Negress smiled wickedly and said “Sex doll” getting Marcia to get up on the meeting desk and assume a new position which her boss showed her from a picture on her computer screen.Sex DollMarcia should have been awake to what was going to happen next, but she just lay there on the table, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Even the snapping of sarıyer escort the latex gloves didn’t alert her. She felt strangely at peace, calm, almost in a meditative state.She felt her boss place her hands on her thighs and press then further apart, not much as Marcia was already in a very revealing position. Her boss’ hands then slide down her thighs to meet Marcia’s sex and delicately part her labia. “I think we can dispense with lubricant.” Marcia blushed and now knew what was coming, but she wasn’t expecting what would cum.Inserting first one finger, then two, then three the Negress whistled in appreciation. “Gosh you sure have a well used cunt, your boyfriend must be a real stud. I’ll have to meet him.” Marcia didn’t know what to say, she was concentrating all her effort into not grinding herself against the black hand that held her so intimately. She needn’t have been concerned as after the Negress had four fingers inserted into her vagina, she brought her thumb up to rub, first clockwise and then anticlockwise, Marcia’s clitoris. In a matter of seconds Marcia was orgasming, her face burnt with shame and humiliation at being dreadfully turned on and excited at being treated as a slave, as property, as an a****l. The Negress was very talented and kept up the arousal on Marcia’s increasingly sensitive bud, all the while laughing and saying what a slut Marcia was.As she brought Marcia to yet another orgasm the Negress talked about unscrupulous clinics that didn’t care about their patients’ welfare. Some had even been found to be supplying the pet food market. Marcia shuddered and climaxed as she imagine being turned into pet food. This arousal was noted by her boss who was at once disgusted and amused by the depraved white mind that was so easily manipulated.Leaving her hand in Marcia’s cunt, the Negress used her other hand to open Marcia’s mouth. As the black fingers probed, pulling at her teeth, pushing against her tongue, penetrating her Marcia came again. She was just livestock being examined. Her boss was now very intrigued. “Maybe you’re meant to be a breeder, getting you neutered might be a mistake.” Marcia shivered as she realised the decision was no longer hers to make. She was very much in the hands of her superiors.Marcia gasped as the intruding digits were removed from her mouth and vagina. She was told to roll over. The firm hands parted her butt cheeks and one latex clad finger, slick with Marcia’s bodily fluids, probed her anus, pushing its way in to what was obviously Marcia’s virgin asshole.It has to be said that the Negress was enjoying herself. She marvelled that the white girl had put up no resistance whatsoever and had even been turned on by the whole depraved and sordid business. More than turned on, had gotten off on it, repeatedly and looked to be about to do so again.When the inspection was over Marcia was told to stand to attention. It was then that she saw the whole business had been observed by her coloured work colleagues, although she knew they would never consider her to be a work colleague from now on, she was a slave.“Any questions?” It was more of an order.“Will you please sponsor me please?” Marcia pleaded.Her boss laughed. “Policy is not to sponsor unless you have been already been neutered.”“But…”“Yes?”“I can’t get neutered if I’m not sponsored…” Marcia had trouble working her way through the paradox.“Well, who’s a stupid little weak white slave then?”Marcia bowed her head and muttered “I am.”“Speak up and show respect!”“Sorry Ma’am. I am Ma’am. I am a stupid little weak white slave.” And with that Marcia came to another orgasm and stood there before her superiors shaking slightly, her thighs glistening, her boobs heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her face red with humiliation and excitement.“I think we’ll keep you.”

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