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ASCII porn was massive on usenet - see http://www.asstr.org/

If you don't think that was popular with the ladies, explain the success of 50 Shades of Grey.

Just don't write fiction about child molestation and you're fine, even the US has its limits on free speech.

Wait, what? As far as I'm aware, writing a fictional story is not illegal in the US regardless of subject.

Otherwise, the government has been ignoring blatant lawbreaking as seen here;

http://www.literotica.com/

http://www.asstr.org/

Strat

While I mostly agree with your sentiment, the answer to your question seems obvious. It is called child porn because it's pornography involving children, using drawings as medium. Ignoring the difficulty in defining pornography, paintings can be pornographic.

Your question should be, "Why is child porn considered harmful when no one was actually harmed in producing it?"

There are people who claim that it indeed is, as in inciting or popularizing a fetish that would be harmful if acted out, but going by that rationale we'd have to illegalize a whole slew of fiction (written sexual fantasy like A.S.S.T.R, series like Dexter, video games like Hitman and GTA etc.) that is completely legal, and IMO justly so.

(Note: for some reason, Slashdot doesn't seem to want to include line breaks in this post)

Agreed. As a thing-I-can't-think-of-a-name-for, I find it impossible to oppose victimless crimes, such as downloading or viewing child porn. (At least if we agree that it truly is victimless, but I can imagine claims that it isn't, that aren't outside the realm of reason and dispassion. Feel free to ask me, if you care to know.)

As a psychology student, I find there to be nothing unhealthy, even by official standards (DSM-IV), with curiosity with child porn, any more than with rape fantasies. Humans are so goddamn sexual, we can find almost anything erotic, including things far stranger than prepubescent sex. In my personal opinion, there's nothing wrong with exploring those things. To reiterate, immorality can only be a result of actual harm caused.

As someone else alluded to, it's probably at least as likely that a person's fantasy is to be the child, rather than the adult. I found a downright brilliant piece of erotica smut that's a fine example of this. I e-mailed the author and he wrote back, but I think I embarrassed him when he realized I wasn't especially interested in his fantasy personally, or in playing it out with him online. Anyway, here it is:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/pza/www/stories/Cyberboy/Made_Myself_Into_a_BoySlave.html

Browse with telnet. Masturbate more.

There are hundreds like this on sex story websites like http://www.asstr.org/. I believe most of them are genuine fantasies (not mine). The authors post for free because they want everyone to tell them what great hidden artists they are.

People don't go to these sites to read, now do they?

They do on sex story archives.

I always knew that Alge-Blaster was missing something ... I wouldn't have guessed that hard-core sex was it, though.

Although, such a product would dovetail well with the excellent Celeste's Guide to Grammar, and Advanced Grammar (NSFW if your boss lacks a sense of humor). Everyone says that education needs to be 'more relevant' today; you can't get more relevant than that.

I always knew that Alge-Blaster was missing something ... I wouldn't have guessed that hard-core sex was it, though.

Although, such a product would dovetail well with the excellent Celeste's Guide to Grammar, and Advanced Grammar (NSFW if your boss lacks a sense of humor). Everyone says that education needs to be 'more relevant' today; you can't get more relevant than that.

* Link sites. Youknow, those with lots of links to pics / movie samples
* The ones with pics / movie samples (usually they're hidden pages inside paysites - but sometimes they're hosted by the same company)
* paysites or AVS
* And in the future: websites with .xxx domains.

Unfortunately, he's one of those intelligent people who believes that because his opinions are respected in one arena, he is automatically an expert in all arenae

I mean, Eric Raymond's a smart guy. I do not doubt his intelligence; I do not doubt his enthusiasm; I do not doubt his basic decency. He's said some smart stuff that's made me think, that's affected my politics, that I've recommended to others, here, read this, it's good. (Mostly what I'm talking about is "The Cathedral and the Bazaar," but that's one helluva mouthful, so.) But when you set aside software and hacking and privacy concerns and the consequences of intellectual property, you then have to pick over rants about arming all passengers on airplanes and how "pederasty has never been a marked or unusual behavior among homosexuals." One is left with the impression of an intelligent, enthusiastic, basically decent but almost touchingly naïve man rushing headlong down the most jack-assed of rabbit holes with the supreme confidence of logic gone horribly wrong; in short: a moron.

They've been able to experience it for years at http://www.asstr.org/

uhm, 2000 books is very few.

Project Gutenberg sports over 13,000 books (these are legal)

if you go to your local alt.binaries.ebooks or just #ebook you can easily double or triple Gutenberg count (my current library has around 30,000 books). Ofcourse would not so legal to download/own as they still would technically be under a copyright. But then, some of the books are easier to download illegaly than to get them at a library (as soon as I found out that my library has Shadow Puppets by Orson Scott Card I signed up and was waiting for over 7 months till I downloaded it).

and if are a maniac (as I am) of reading, but prefer to read legal things, then you could/should go with the lower quality writtings that are provided through various BBS archives various pr0n archives, as well as fan finction. Heck, there is even wikibooks.

What is needed is some project that makes a global internet library out of all of these resources. Where we have things rated per genre (tied with the iblist or, ugh, amazon) But for all the texts, not just published/bookstore works.

Yes, stop the terrible scourge of porn babies!

I guess what I meant, is that I don't understand why there aren't any independant filmmakers out there that could take a few of the stories there (with permission where possible, of course), convert them to a screenplay, and film them.

An example would be a story like this (NSFW).

Again, if I was an amatuer filmmaker, it would be something I'd be interested in trying.

Plus, if amateurs were so great the flood of high quality home-made porno would be a ton better than what Vivid puts out. Personally, I'd rather watch the oversized men fuck women with over-sized Nip/Tuck'd boobs and airbrushed looking bodies than watching a fat, hairy, man fuck some underaged looking dark-circle eyed skank on the floor of a Super8 hotel room. That's me though ;)


I've wondered about this, too.

I mean, if I had the access to people willing to act in an amatuer porn movie, the first thing I'd do is hop over to asstr.org (NSFW, duh), dig out some plot outlines from the stories there, and at least get a half decent plotline.

The archive is over at asstr,org

A comet hits off the Pacific, and half mile tidal waves moving at 600 miles an hour finish off what the earthquakes didn't. Those remaining fight to survive, and those with guns survive longer.

An off-duty cop (a gulf war vet) who was camping in the woods fights to survive, and ends up using his skills rallying a neighbourhood east of Sacramento in the Sierra foothills against militias. (Lots of widowed housewives too, thus the s in the a.s.s.t.r...) Again, surprisingly well done and gripping.

Put the content on another domain. EG in this particular case all the filtered content is already hosted on asstr.org, so she could simply link to the archive and NOT have it hosted on her homepage.

At least they're not blocking by IP address.

No dude. This is the internet era. No one must ever pay for porn again

to further use the porn example, the lowering of price of online porn has NOT resulted in a decrease in porn quality. I realize this is a subjective opinion, but I think the same effect will apply to many kinds of content, not just porn.

Therefore, when I say, wait until the price point becomes chump change, I am not implying that reduction in price implies a reduction in content standards. It may not even imply a reduction in compensation for creators. (It really is amazing how many things we can learn about content just by looking at the porn issue).

Here's an essay about general issues of adult entertainment and content pleasure manifesto .

to further use the porn example, the lowering of price of online porn has NOT resulted in a decrease in porn quality. I realize this is a subjective opinion, but I think the same effect will apply to many kinds of content, not just porn.

Therefore, when I say, wait until the price point becomes chump change, I am not implying that reduction in price implies a reduction in content standards. It may not even imply a reduction in compensation for creators. (It really is amazing how many things we can learn about content just by looking at the porn issue).

btw, an essay I wrote about online types of adult entertainment: Pleasure Manifesto (work safe).

Is the only recorded instance where the slashdot troll Eric S RayRNond is more articulate, informative (and sane) than the person he's pretending to be?

Where were the fraudelent claims of importance? Where was the gloating about wealth? Where was the entirely-out-of-context firearm advocacy? Its a very poor ESR impersonation, if it lacks those things.

On a lighter note, the real Eric Raymond is a tit man.

Nothing would make me happier than getting all farty and bloated on a frothy latte while blowing my secretary/programmer salary 1:1.

Hell, I could check out all the latest innovations in penis enlargement technology, maybe peruse a little man-on-goat-on-sister incest reading, settle in on a favorite literary magazine... is it worth $10 an hour?

You bet your sweet ass it is, just as long as I can afford another 10-spot to pay my gimp to read it to me.

Try this.

The thought that they could censor content at will fills me with disgust. I find it abhorrent that they should be able to ban political fiction such as 1984 and Animal Farm, as they attempted in Communist Russia.

It's a slippery slippery slope -- such measures could eradicate the free speech we as a nation have grown to know and love.

Sheesh, you'd think you hadn't heard of the ASSTR, the alt.sex.stories text repository! More text porn than you can shake your rotting grogan-choad at! (No, it's not actually related to alt.tasteless. I don't even think they say "choad" or "grogan" in there.)

--grendel drago

There's only one small step from a book where Harry meets Gandalf to one where Gandalf sexually abuses Harry, and while the libertarians here will doubtless fight to the death for peoples' rights to produce books like that, I can't help feeling that an author deserves some (limited, temporary) right to protect what happens to her characters.

If some group dedicated to rehabilitating sexually abused children wrote a fanfic in which Harry is abused and recovers from it, would you have the same objections? (Objections about credibility or whether this would be effective don't count)

PS: I was amazed to check ASSTR and find no Harry Potter/Gandalf crossovers. Both featured in numerous erotic fanfics, but none together. Rest assured our posts have inspired someone....

http://www.asstr.org/ has an autoscroll function when you read stories on the site. Their webserver must intercept .txt files and tack on the necessary javascript? Here is a specific example of the feature in action:

Autoscroll example

http://www.asstr.org/ has an autoscroll function when you read stories on the site. Their webserver must intercept .txt files and tack on the necessary javascript? Here is a specific example of the feature in action:

Autoscroll example

at least two of [these free books] [4],[5] seem to be the standard textbooks in their field today

Reference 4 is by no means the standard textbook in the field of biophysics. I've been in the field for at least 6 years and this is the first I've heard of this book. None of my professors have ever mentioned it either.

Microsoft can't just say, "Romeo and Juliet was a big success for Shakespeare, so we'll write something similar."

Doesn't this happen all the time? Isn't West Side Story just Romeo and Juliet again? Isn't any star-crossed lover movie that women flock and drag their men to a remake of Romeo and Juliet? Wasn't the Leonardo DiCrapio remake an embraced and extended version of R&J?

Books, however, are easy to use, and most computer users know how to use an electronic book that is in the ubiquitous (and nonproprietary) Adobe Acrobat format.

Isn't pdf proprietary?

Finally, a story on free literature that doesn't link the asstr is not complete by any means :)

The a.s.s.m. archive search engine
For use when you can't look at the pictures.

?sp

Howabout a straitjacket and some handcuffs?

Story

-- !!

What about porn stories that are completely fictional in which one of the "stars" is, say, 13 years old? Is this evil thought now banned, even though it likely has no basis in fact or actual events?

Can you find a dirtier story than this one?

I'm a regular reader of ASSM and thier web archive, and I don't think I've ever seen the code 'XP' used in that context.

'WS' is the code for Watersports. If one of the codes warrants an 'Extreme' quantifier, usually 'extreme' is just used as a prefix.

The only codes I can see in which the string 'XP' appear in are 'experimental' and the 'no explicit sex', umm, warning I guess (heh).

If you want to see for yourself, ASSM has a subject-line search engine on ASSTR - here.

I'm a regular reader of ASSM and thier web archive, and I don't think I've ever seen the code 'XP' used in that context.

'WS' is the code for Watersports. If one of the codes warrants an 'Extreme' quantifier, usually 'extreme' is just used as a prefix.

The only codes I can see in which the string 'XP' appear in are 'experimental' and the 'no explicit sex', umm, warning I guess (heh).

If you want to see for yourself, ASSM has a subject-line search engine on ASSTR - here.

Thank you.

Actually, I memorized the DeCSS Perl Script. It was a lot easier than Mercutio's "Queen Mab" speech from "Romeo and Juliet," which I had to memorize back in High School -- that was 96 lines of Middle English, this was less than 2000 characters, and in a language I understood.

I'm waiting for the MPAA to declare my head, and everything in it, in violation of the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, and force me to core dump and reformat it. After all, I'm taking away their profits...people can send me data files of their movies, I can decrypt them in my head and tell them the gist of the plot. I mean, what other reason is there to see a modern film? Cinematography? Acting? Meh. Our nation's greatest actresses are just thin blondes with giant hooters and sexy smiles and the artistic range of your average prom queen, and I can write up the appeal of every modern Hollywood film and post it to www.asstr.org.

My brain is a danger to the profitability of the motion picture industry, and must be stopped at all costs.

In particuar, it addresses two claims:

1. There are no good results to a search for Liv Tyler nude. (Google)

2. The scam doesn't yield good Google results on popular actresses. (Slashdot)

You can find the response, titled Still Scamming Google at GeekPress. For the sake of my Slashdotted server, I'm reprinting it below:

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Still Scamming Google

The Case of Liv Tyler

My article on Scamming Google has some unexpected results. The most interesting is that the folks over at Google deny that the scam has any significant impact on the accuracy and usefulness of Google search results.

Slashdot, for example, quotes Google's CTO Craig Silverstein as saying that the Liv Tyler nude search doesn't, "as far as we can tell, have any good results -- in our spot check, for instance, we couldn't actually find any Web sites that show Liv Tyler in the nude. When there are no good results out there, Google's results can be somewhat arbitrary, so it's not particularly surprising this site was first."

As much as I love Google, I must disagree. I scoured through the first 30 results of the Liv Tyler Google to prove my point. Here are the results:

Index Pages: Most of the returned links were to the index page of a porn site, such as link #3 and link #6, both of which take you to the same JavaScript popup hell site. (I didn't bother checking the rest of these pages, because they obviously didn't have Liv Tyler nude on them.) These links are obviously not good Google results.

Scam Pages: Then there were the scam links, with fake discussions of Liv Tyler nude, such as link #1, link #2, link #4, and link #7. These links are also not good Google results.

Nude Liv: Google did, however, return some pages with Liv Tyler nude on them. The best page is probably link #5, which popped up after three scam pages and one index page. It has thumbnails of various movie shots of Liv Tyler in the buff. Link #25 and link #30 also has nude pictures of Liv. (I also noted two links somewhere between scam and the real thing, such as link #11 and link #21. These pages have non-nude pictures of Liv Tyler and a ton of links leading to various celebrity nude sites.

I also randomly checked a few of the low-ranked pages, with some unexpected results. For example, link #76 has a genuine discussion (!) of Liv Tyler's nude scene in Stealing Beauty. Link #116 has a nude picture along with a filmography. Link #174 is an Batman-ish erotic story with Liv Tyler playing "The Huntress." Link #192 and link #63 have fake nudes. Link #62 is a list of various Liv Tyler pages, some with a bundle of sexy images.

So, contrary to what the Google people say, there are good results for Liv Tyler nude. Google just isn't putting them at the top of the list.

Random Results?

But Google's problems do not end with the jumble of bad results for the Liv Tyler search. Google repeatedly puts the fake discussion pages of Nude Celebrity World News at the top of the search results in a huge number of searches for nude celebrities. But don't take my word for it. Google for yourself using the list of celebrities created by Nude Celebrity World News (modified to automatically search Google). You'll see the domains of www.jennifer-smith.com, www.news-in-review.com, www.find-thys.com, www.celebrity-locator.com, and www.celebrity-fans.com at the top of the list more often than "randomly."

Personally, I checked 50 of these searches, making sure to hit popular female celebrities like Meg Ryan and Heather Locklear. Here are my results:

3 searches yielded all top five search results (e.g. Kathy Bates).

9 searches yielded all top four search results (e.g. Bo Derrek).

16 searches yielded all top three search results (e.g. Linda Hamilton).

3 searches yielded both top two results (e.g. Lara Flynn Boyle).

1 search yielded the top result.

In all of the above searches, I just counted the set of top results, ignoring the matching results lower in the top ten.

Most importantly, however, is the fact that 16 searches for popular celebrities had at least one result in the top 10 (e.g. Toni Braxton, Janet Jackson, Nicole Kidman, Meg Ryan, Heather Locklear, Alicia Silverstone, and Sandra Bullock).

Only 2 searches did not yield any results in the top ten: Demi Moore and Jennifer Lopez.

These results are not random, as Google claims. Clearly, the sham discussion pages created by Nude Celebrity World News have worked their magic on Google. The proof is in the pudding and the pudding is in the search results.

So I stand behind my the point in my original article: Google has been fooled into repeatedly returning, as highly-placed results, pages which any human can identify as search engine spam.

***

About the Author

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© 2000 Diana Hsieh. Permission to reprint will be granted upon request.

-- Diana Hsieh

Your Rights Online: 'Fucking' To Be Declared Illegal
[ News ] Posted by CmdrTaco on 9:53 25 October 2000
from the heard-this-one-before dept.
sowalsky writes sent us an MSNBC story that talks about fucking being declared illegal. Talks about the difference between fucking and sucking, but more importantly, how the Draft Cybersex Treaty would make things like ASSTR illegal, as publishing pornography would be aiding and abetting.

The major problem with the Child Porn meme (I supposed you'd call it a memetic disorder) is that people are so terrified of saying anything against the negativity surrounding it because of fear of being branded a pedophile.

Is a mother taking nude pictures of her daughter (non-pornographic, but nude) child porn? Common sense says no, but I know of at least one case where a mother was approached by social services after being reported by the photo developing house (I hit google, but can't find a link for it -- anyone?).

Here's a better question - say a pair young kids (as in, 12-13 year old) decide to grab thier daddy's camera and document themselves having sex (and if you don't think that 12 and 13 year olds are sexually active, then I really don't know what to tell you). Is this porn? Not anymore than me taking a nude picture of my girlfriend is. Is it non-consentual? Hell no. Would anyone who was in possestion of those pictures get lynched? You betcha.

The internet crimes enforcement treaty discussed on slashdot a few days ago even made it a requirement of the treaty that it be illegal in signing countrys to allow production and consumption of pornographic images that even just *appear* to be child porn. I'm sure that there are several eurpoean porn actresses that, due to a genetic tendency, appear to be 15 or 16, when in reality they are in thier 20s (I'm not posting links, as last time I did, people freaked). Even worse, this could cover drawings and animations. In these cases, any child-porn based argument against it falls apart -- children aren't being victimised in it's production (whether women are victimised by simply participating in pornography is a debate best held elsewhere).

Question - is drawing a picture that would be considered child porn an offence? Should it be?

Is writing a story? In that case the ASSTR is going to have a problem.

(In these situations, there are going to be people who still belive that these forms of child porn are harmful - in which case the main justification they can give is that "reading it may make one more likely to participate in Real child porn, or molest real children" or whatever, which of course is an isometric argument to "smoking pot paves the way for harder drugs", and just as bunk).

This whole subject bothers me because of the fucking literal insanity that comes over people when the subject is mentioned. It's like, otherwise rational, freedom loving people are willing to say "yeah, I belive in freedom of expression, execpt for stuff like Child Porn" just out of social fear. I don't know how many times I've seen that used as an excuse or justification for accepting arbitrary restrictions on freedom or increased police powers. It's disgusting and insulting.


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I second that. This is way better, has searching, and years worth of archives.

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Have you ever heard of the word cuckol d?

Read that story. If you get a boner wishing you were the guy, stay with her. If you don't like the story, leave her.

This is not a fucking hard question. If she treats you like shit, give me a single reason why you would stay with her ("love" does not qualify, "blowjobs 24/7" does.).

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THE BROTHERHOOD FILES #3
The Ruined Fiancee
by
Ars Erotica

I am the Narrator. In the first installment, I explained the existence of
The Brotherhood. To briefly recap, we are an underground organization of
black men. We select white women fortunate enough to bear our black
children, then impregnate them. Sometimes the impregnation is consensual,
sometimes it is forced. Our blackest men are responsible for this awesome
duty, these men are called the inseminators. Our black children are then
raised in a white world, with white advantages. When they are grown, they
usually leave the white world and come back to the black community, marry
black, and give us advantaged black children. In this way, we have improved
the lots of many blacks. Eventually, we plan to become the ruling class in
this manner.

Today's case is that of the ruined fiancee. Melissa McNair came to the
attention of The Brotherhood in the spring of 1976. Melissa was a twenty
two year old woman from a wealthy Main Line family in Philadelphia, and in
fact her financial report indicated that she was independently wealthy
thanks to a large trust. Her background report indicated that Melissa was a
remarkably unspoiled young woman, despite her wealth, who adored children.
In fact, she was working as a Day Care instructor, though she need not work
at all. Melissa was engaged to be married to a man called Thomas Jewett,
and the marriage was set for July 30, 1980. Our investigation revealed that
both Melissa and Thomas were extremely religious (Methodist). Melissa's
gynecological files stated that she was still a virgin. It was decided that
Melissa was a prime candidate to become the mother of a black child, and she
was scheduled for immediate insemination.

It was determined that Melissa should be impregnated by rape. Her character
was such that she could not be seduced by a man she wasn't married to. It
was also decided that Melissa's fiance, Thomas, should be present at
Melissa's rape, and made to feel responsible for it so that he would marry
her even though she was pregnant by a black man. We prefer that our black
children be raised in stable, two-parent homes wherever possible. We were
fairly certain that Thomas was wimpy enough to accept another man's child as
his own, though Melissa could easily support a child in a wealthy manner on
her own. Amos Creed, aged forty-two, was selected to inseminate Melissa
McNair, as he is one of our best rapists. Here is his report on case file
#40012887 - the ruined fiancee.

CASEFILE #40012887
Mother: Melissa Rose McNair (Married name, Jewett)
Inseminator: Amos Creed
Report Dates: May, 1976 - July, 1997

In my everyday life I look like what I am - a successful black owner of a
booming Realty business. As an inseminator for The Brotherhood I am a black
rapist. The Brotherhood made most of the usual arrangements. Melissa and
her fiance, Thomas Jewett were in the habit of living their religion and
volunteering at The Olive Branch, a homeless shelter in the worst area of
Philadelphia. They usually worked in the 'safe' times, meaning during the
day on weekends. That changed on the last week of May, 1976, the week
selected for Melissa's impregnation by me.

Through the machinations of The Brotherhood, the usual Friday night
volunteers all suddenly became ill. Melissa and Thomas were asked to stay
at the shelter overnight and watch the clients. The Olive Branch was a
temporary shelter for the homeless , and was divided into male and female
dormitories. Melissa and Thomas agreed, and at eight pm, May 27, 1976 I was
checked into the shelter by Thomas under the name of Portius Winfrey.

My wife Theresa picked that name, it was her great-grandfather's. She sure
enjoyed my inseminator duties. It was she who picked out the ragged clothes
I wore and she who mussed me up so I'd look homeless. She even thought to
tell me to wreck my usually well-manicured nails, breaking some and getting
dirt under them so I'd look convincing. I'd taken the week before I planed
to rape Melissa off, stayed home, didn't shower or shave so I looked and
smelled pretty rough.

Thomas was a pleasant looking guy, but kind of skinny and wimpy. He'd be no
challenge at all. Melissa was a fine looking white woman. She had long,
chestnut colored hair and pretty blue eyes. Her skin was on the fair side,
with a few freckles. She was petite, and had (from what I could tell) a
boyish build. I didn't much care what she looked like. I specialize in
rapes, and usually when you're raping a white woman you don't have a lot of
time to waste in admiring her body. It helps if they're pretty, but you
don't always have a choice. Hell, once I was assigned to rape a woman who
had to weigh at least 250 lbs and I managed to put a black baby in her fat,
white, extremely wealthy belly. Funny how that one turned out, my son by
her grew up handsome and skinny. But I digress.

Back to my story. After being checked in, I was sent straight to the male
dormitory. Once their, I checked in with my backup team - fellow Brothers
who were going to help me by making sure I wasn't disturbed by any shelter
denizens while raping Melissa. We went over the plan, and then settled in
till the target hour of one am. The shelter, as I've already said,
consisted of two dormitories, one for me, one for women. These were located
next to each other, separated by a thin wall. The 'guard' sat at a desk in
the front of the room, next to the lavoratory. There was a small store room
in the back, each dormitory had a door that led to it.

The hours crawled by. I amused myself by watching the future stepfather of
my baby preach the Bible to us. I also got a few glances at the future
mother of my child when she'd come in to ask Thomas about something. I also
overheard them yammering about their upcoming wedding. I must admit, I
chuckled to myself as I imagined it - the best of Philadelphia society there
watching the happy couple wed while the bride carried my black baby in her
belly.

Lights out was at eleven. Soon enough the place was quiet except for the
occasional snore. Twelve thirty ... twelve forty-five ... one am. Show
time. I got up, as if to go to the bathroom. I took a quick glance. My
backup team was ready. I walked over to the desk where Thomas sat. I
almost felt sorry for the poor bastard. He was on the skinny side, had
receding light brown hair (shit, at the age of 26), glasses and a nervous
manner. "Can I help you Amos?", he whispered. I grinned and flashed the
knife we'd smuggled in at him. In my best sterotypical black voice I
responded, "Yeah - you can git yo white ass up an' foller me".

Smart man, he did as I asked. I forced him into the store room at knife
point, sat his ass on the floor, bound and gagged him, then screwed in a
twenty-watt bulb in the light socket. A little light was necessary so that
Tommy boy could easily watch his girl being raped. Time to lure Melissa in.
I walked over to the door that led to the woman's dorm, opened it quickly,
then shut it. As I expected, this caught Melissa's attention. I heard her
tentative footsteps as she walked to the door. I watched the as the knob
hesitantly, slowly turned. I saw her cute little face peer around the door,
as I hid in she shadows. I saw her horrified expression as she recognized
Thomas, tied up on the floor. Then I made my move.

I grabbed her and quickly dragged her in. Clapping one hand over her mouth
to keep her from screaming, I forced her to the floor. I shoved the rag I'd
brought with me into her mouth, then quickly tied her arms to the metal
shelves that lined the walls. She tried to struggle, but to no avail, I was
much bigger than she was. I loomed over her, every white woman's worst
fear, a big, black man with a lustful look in his eyes. I must say I looked
the part - greasy, dirty, smelly. I straddled her, took hold of the front
of her dress, and tore it down the middle.

Her eyes grew wide with fear as I grunted and drooled over her. I enjoy my
rapes, I've always fancied myself as a bit of an actor, and I liked to throw
myself into the character of a rapist. I've found that the more I showed
the woman that I was into raping her, the more likely it was that she'd feel
it was her fault and treat the baby I fathered on her well. I grinned at
her, and then at Thomas, who had figured out that his precious Melissa was
going to be taken by a black man. Damn, he looked horrified as I tore
Melissa's cotton bra off and pawed at her tits. They were pretty small,
maybe a B cup, with light pink nipples. Nipple hardening is an automatic
response to stimulus, but these two sheltered virgins didn't know that and
in the dim light I saw Melissa blush with shame as her nipple hardened under
my fingers.

No time to undress, so I unzipped my dirty old chinos, and let my rock hard
cock spring out at her. Man, I love that moment, the moment when a white
woman sees a huge, ravaging black dick for the first time. The look in her
eyes as she realizes that she's about to be raped in priceless. My cock is
average for a black man, about ten inches in lenth, though mine's slightly
less thick than the average - maybe an inch and a half. No matter, my pal
and I had managed to father plenty of healthy kids together. Now, in the
rape situation you usually want to get it in as soon as possible and get the
job done, but I sensed that Melissa and Thomas needed a little something
extra. Nothing too fancy, but just something to drive home the horror. I
waved my knife in Thomas' direction, and said to Melissa, "You gonna suck my
dick, bitch. Iffen you screams I's gonna kill yo man heah, unnerstan?"
Thomas shook his head violently. Obviously he'd rather die than see his
precious girl suck black cock. Melisaa was obviously the brains of this
outfit, because she squeezed her eyes shut, and with two tears trickling
down her face nodded yes.

I pulled the rag from her mouth, and immediately brought my cockhead to her
lips. "Suck it, ho'", I told her, and she complied. No technique at all,
of course, she sucked me like a lollipop, but it's always exciting to feel a
woman suck you when you know it's the first time she's ever done that. I
groaned, thrust my hips a few times into her face. "Oh yeah, bitch, dat
sho' feel good", I muttered a few times. After about three minutes of this,
I knew it was time for the main attraction. I abruptly pulled my dick out
of her mouth and whipped her gag back in. "Not good enuff fo' me, I's
'fraid", I whispered to her as I reached down and tore her panties off. Now
THAT got a reaction - I think she thought that maybe I'd settle for her
sucking me off, leaving her a virgin.

She tried to fight me, and I heard Thomas try to shout "No!" through his gag
as I lay down on top of his fiancee. I jimmied her legs apart with one
knee, and got in between her soft, white thighs. "Nggggg! Nggggg!", she
grunted though her gag. I guess that meant 'no'. Ignoring her, I centered
myself, and with a long satisfying thrust, I claimed my latest victim. She
was bone dry and tight as a noose. The blood from her torn maidenhead soon
lubricated her, and I commenced my thrusting. I moaned, kissing her face,
pawing at her breasts as I raped her. "Oh yeah ... dat's gooooood ... yeah
baby, Portius' be fuckin' you ... too bad yo man heah kain' perteck' his
woman ... left you all to Portius, he sho' did ... yeah baby ... oh, I knows
you wanted ole Portius inside you ...", I gasped while I fucked her. She
was crying through all this, as was Thomas. Poor bastard. He closed his
eyes tightly, unable to watch as I fucked his girlfriend silly.

Then I pulled my standard trick. Most women have an automatic reaction to
having their necks kissed. When raping a white woman, it's important to
inject a small bit of pleasure in it for them. This way they blame
themselves, and are much more likely to consider it their duty to give birth
to and raise the child they conceive as a result of being raped. I softly
nuzzled Melissa's neck with my thick, black lips, sucking at the delicate
skin. This took her by surprise, and she instinctively thrust downward on
my cock when I did that. I damn near lost it right then. That probably
why I did the dumbest thing I've ever done while raping a woman, something
I've never done before or since. "Oh yeah baby ... I knows you's lovin'
dis' from ole Amos Creed", I whispered in her ear. SHIT! I realized that
I'd actually told her my real name! Her pleasure-filled reaction was the
strongest I'd ever had, and it emboldened me to do something I'd never done
before - keep up the kissing of her neck and hope like hell she'd not heard
me whisper my real name to her. Well, I had an airtight alibi set up anyway.

I must say, this was one of the most satisfying rapes I'd ever performed. I
continued to caress Melissa's neck, and then sucked on her earlobe. Another
massive reaction from her. Best of all was the fact that Thomas couldn't
see the look of surprised pleasure on his fiancee's face. I was careful to
shield that with my head and arms. Plus the idiot had his eyes closed the
whole time anyway. No, it was a secret between Melissa and me. My gentle
nuzzling of her neck, the sucking and blowing in her ear had sparked her
pleasure, and enormously increased mine.

This was a first for me - the chance to bring a woman I was raping to
orgasm. Sure enough, my ministrations had started the inevitable. She was
responding, albeit unwillingly. Her cunt grew wet from my thrusts, her legs
would begin to circle my waist, then jerk back as she realized what she was
doing. She began to meet me, thrust for thrust, and she began grunting
involuntarily with pleasure. I'm sure Thomas thought her noises were caused
by pain. It was hard to stop, but I knew that I'd have to get this finished
soon, then make my escape. I reached between us and began to finger her
clit. That was all it took. I gazed down into her face, and watched as she
came. Her face with filled with self-loathing.

I draped myself over her and began to thrust hard and fast. I imagined what
would happen when she learned that she'd become pregnant by me. She'd have
my baby, of course. Thomas, good man that he was, would stand by her and
raise my baby as his own, because he loved her and thought it wasn't her
fault that she'd had a black man's baby. She would know better. Everyone
would sympathize with her - poor girl, raped by a black man and now forced
to have her rapist' baby. And only she and I would know that what started
as rape had ended in the first orgasm of her life. She would remember this
every time she looked at our child. And with that, I came deep inside her
and the collapsed on top of her, spent.

I lay there for a minute or so. I could hear Thomas sniffling. I kissed
Melissa softly on the neck, then gazed in her eyes. I can't even describe
the expression in them. Glazed with helpless pleasure, shamed, frightened,
wild ... I pulled the gag from her mouth, cupped her face in my hands,
stared into her eyes, then kissed her deeply. To my amazement, she
responded to my kiss. "Remember me", I whispered, and placed the gag back
in her mouth. significantly, she never screamed even though she could have.
I got up, straightened my clothes, and left them there, tied up. I left
through the front door, secure in the knowledge that my fellow Brothers
would handle it. The idea was to leave Melissa and Thomas there for a few
hours, so they would have nothing to do but think about the rape. At the
same time, we didn't want anyone else finding them and raping Melissa too.
The Brothers would make sure this didn't happen.

The papers were full of it for the next week. They never mentioned Melissa
by name, of course, but the story of the brutal rape of a young
shelter-worker while her fiance was forced to watch made the national news.
I knew I was home free when my wife read an article to me, in which the
'unamed victim' was quoted as saying she hadn't been able to see what her
attacker looked like. I'd told my wife the whole story, and we both laughed
- Melissa had had plenty of chances to see me. I hadn't told Theresa this,
but I knew that I'd told Melissa my real name, and she hadn't said anything
about it to the police. It had to be that she felt so guilty about her
pleasure she was punishing herself.

Melissa and Thomas married on schedule, just a little over a month after I'd
raped her. I knew that wimp would marry her. I studied the wedding photo
in the paper, and I could tell from Melissa and Thomas' expression that
something was ruining their big day. Sure enough, in late August The
Brotherhood's source at Melissa's gynecologist confirmed that Melissa was
three months pregnant. The records also noted that Melissa's child had been
conceived as the result of a sexual assault she'd suffered in the early
morning-hours of May 27, 1976. Man, I was happy to hear that. Another
black baby for The Brotherhood.

It got even better. Right around Christmastime I saw Melissa at a local
mall, all alone. Her belly was hugely swollen, and she glowed as all
pregnant women do. She looked up and saw me, and by God, she knew who I was
even though I was clean and respectable. I watched as her expression
changed from anger, to fear, to shame. She glanced down at her hands,
wedding ring on the left, as they rested on her bulging belly. Then she
looked up at me helplessly. She was telling me that she was carrying my
baby, and mutely begging me not to make this worse for her by coming
forward, claiming our baby, and exposing her shame to the world. As long as
she was a rape victim she could deal with bearing my child. If the world
knew she'd squealed with pleasure as I raped her, she'd never be able to
live with that. I gave her a big grin, then walked away.

I kept tabs on her, drove by her house and so forth. By the greatest good
fortune my wife Theresa (who's an obstetrical nurse) was on duty the night
of February 27, 1977 when Melissa gave birth. Theresa called me at home and
informed me that I was the proud father of healthy twin sons! When I'd
seen her at Christmastime, I'd thought Melissa was pretty big for seven
months. Man, I was pumped! Two more beautiful black boys for The
Brotherhood. I saw my boys early the next morning. Theresa sneaked me in
there, and watched proudly as I held my sons. They were a bit on the small
side, the oldest was six pounds two ounces, the younger was six pounds even.
This worried me since my babies usually average around eight pounds, but my
dear wife explained that my sons were smaller because they were twins. My
boys were identical, and my wife thought they looked just like me. They
were pretty dark in color, definitely black though. Theresa said she
thought they'd get even darker as they got older, most mixed babies do, she
said.

And then I got the shock of my life. My wife told me what Melissa had named
our sons. John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett. I couldn't believe it.
Melissa had given our sons my names. The woman had actually named our sons
after me, the man who'd raped her! Guess she felt guiltier than ever.
Thank God my wife thought it was a coincidence that my sons middle names
were my real name.

John Amos and Joshua Creed are now sixteen years old. Melissa and Thomas
remained married, and their story was featured on the 700 Club recently, as
an example of how abortion isn't the answer to rape. Man, that was a fun
show, watching Thomas explain how he loves his wife's black sons as his own,
and how he was felt that the Lord had given them these fine twin boys and
thank God they'd never considered abortion because as it turned out Thomas
was sterile and if Melissa hadn't bore her rapist's babies, they'd be
childless. My boys and Melissa were on the show too. Melissa didn't have
much to say, just that she was happy she'd been given two fine sons, and
that it didn't matter that their father was a rapist. My heart was warmed
when my handsome black sons stated that they had no animosity towards their
real father, and wouldn't mind meeting him someday.

I live in Philly still, and it's been a simple matter to check up on my
sons. My boys grew up to look very much like me, except they're even taller
- Melissa must have some tall men in her family. They did turn out to be
quite dark, just one or two shades lighter than me, and I'm shining black
myself. They're local basketball stars, and little do they know they've
already met their real father. Theresa gave me a son four months after my
sons by Melissa were born, and my boy Samuel is good friends with John Amos
and Joshua Creed. In fact, they go to the same private school, and my sons
have often visited my home. Samuel knows that his 'friends' are really his
half-brothers, but knows how important it is to The Brotherhood that this be
kept secret till the twins are eighteen. He's managed to keep John Amos and
Joshua Creed from having their mother and stepfather meet me a time or two.
Sam's a good boy - can't wait till he's old enough to become an inseminator
himself.

My sons are good kids, they're honor students at their private academy, and
by all accounts have an excellent life. I've noticed that they are starting
to pull away from their white lifestyle though. Sam's told me that my boys
are wanting to know their black roots, and that's why they're spending so
much time at our house and with their other black friends. I'm convinced
that in two years, when my boys turn eighteen, they'll be thrilled to learn
that I'm their real father, and will eventually leave the white world. I'm
sorry for Melissa, I know that she loves our boys. But, our sons are black,
and they belong in the black world. However, I'll always be grateful to
Melissa for giving me two fine back boys.
------------------------------------------------ --------------------
Addendum: June, 1997.

John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett were contacted as planned on their
eighteenth birthday (February 27, 1994) and informed that they were
conceived through the offices of The Brotherhood. Like most of our
children, they took the news very well, and have developed a close
relationship with their true father. John and Joshua have just graduated
from Yale and Columbia Universities respectively, both Summa Cum Laude.
John earned a degree in International Banking, and Joshua has earned a
degree in Astrophysics. Both boys have come into their irrevocable trusts
set up by their maternal grandparents (their stepfather's parents refused to
acknowledge them as grandchildren), in the amount of $2 million each. They
have now broken all ties with their white families, and have become full
members of Mr. Creed's family.

Thomas Jewett has recently filed for divorce from Melissa Jewett.
Intelligence suggests that he is devestated that his stepsons refuse to
acknowledge him as their father. Melissa Jewett is devestated that her sons
will not see her, since they do not wish to be part of the white culture any
longer. She has not seen her sons since their twenty-first birthday in
February, when they came into their trusts. Both John and Joshua Creed have
joined The Brotherhood, and each has recently completed their first
inseminations. Their first targets were white, identical twins sisters who
attended John's college. The sisters each became pregnant in March of 1997,
and are due to give birth to John and Joshua's children in November of this
year.


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THE BROTHERHOOD FILES #3
The Ruined Fiancee
by
Ars Erotica

I am the Narrator. In the first installment, I explained the existence of
The Brotherhood. To briefly recap, we are an underground organization of
black men. We select white women fortunate enough to bear our black
children, then impregnate them. Sometimes the impregnation is consensual,
sometimes it is forced. Our blackest men are responsible for this awesome
duty, these men are called the inseminators. Our black children are then
raised in a white world, with white advantages. When they are grown, they
usually leave the white world and come back to the black community, marry
black, and give us advantaged black children. In this way, we have improved
the lots of many blacks. Eventually, we plan to become the ruling class in
this manner.

Today's case is that of the ruined fiancee. Melissa McNair came to the
attention of The Brotherhood in the spring of 1976. Melissa was a twenty
two year old woman from a wealthy Main Line family in Philadelphia, and in
fact her financial report indicated that she was independently wealthy
thanks to a large trust. Her background report indicated that Melissa was a
remarkably unspoiled young woman, despite her wealth, who adored children.
In fact, she was working as a Day Care instructor, though she need not work
at all. Melissa was engaged to be married to a man called Thomas Jewett,
and the marriage was set for July 30, 1980. Our investigation revealed that
both Melissa and Thomas were extremely religious (Methodist). Melissa's
gynecological files stated that she was still a virgin. It was decided that
Melissa was a prime candidate to become the mother of a black child, and she
was scheduled for immediate insemination.

It was determined that Melissa should be impregnated by rape. Her character
was such that she could not be seduced by a man she wasn't married to. It
was also decided that Melissa's fiance, Thomas, should be present at
Melissa's rape, and made to feel responsible for it so that he would marry
her even though she was pregnant by a black man. We prefer that our black
children be raised in stable, two-parent homes wherever possible. We were
fairly certain that Thomas was wimpy enough to accept another man's child as
his own, though Melissa could easily support a child in a wealthy manner on
her own. Amos Creed, aged forty-two, was selected to inseminate Melissa
McNair, as he is one of our best rapists. Here is his report on case file
#40012887 - the ruined fiancee.

CASEFILE #40012887
Mother: Melissa Rose McNair (Married name, Jewett)
Inseminator: Amos Creed
Report Dates: May, 1976 - July, 1997

In my everyday life I look like what I am - a successful black owner of a
booming Realty business. As an inseminator for The Brotherhood I am a black
rapist. The Brotherhood made most of the usual arrangements. Melissa and
her fiance, Thomas Jewett were in the habit of living their religion and
volunteering at The Olive Branch, a homeless shelter in the worst area of
Philadelphia. They usually worked in the 'safe' times, meaning during the
day on weekends. That changed on the last week of May, 1976, the week
selected for Melissa's impregnation by me.

Through the machinations of The Brotherhood, the usual Friday night
volunteers all suddenly became ill. Melissa and Thomas were asked to stay
at the shelter overnight and watch the clients. The Olive Branch was a
temporary shelter for the homeless , and was divided into male and female
dormitories. Melissa and Thomas agreed, and at eight pm, May 27, 1976 I was
checked into the shelter by Thomas under the name of Portius Winfrey.

My wife Theresa picked that name, it was her great-grandfather's. She sure
enjoyed my inseminator duties. It was she who picked out the ragged clothes
I wore and she who mussed me up so I'd look homeless. She even thought to
tell me to wreck my usually well-manicured nails, breaking some and getting
dirt under them so I'd look convincing. I'd taken the week before I planed
to rape Melissa off, stayed home, didn't shower or shave so I looked and
smelled pretty rough.

Thomas was a pleasant looking guy, but kind of skinny and wimpy. He'd be no
challenge at all. Melissa was a fine looking white woman. She had long,
chestnut colored hair and pretty blue eyes. Her skin was on the fair side,
with a few freckles. She was petite, and had (from what I could tell) a
boyish build. I didn't much care what she looked like. I specialize in
rapes, and usually when you're raping a white woman you don't have a lot of
time to waste in admiring her body. It helps if they're pretty, but you
don't always have a choice. Hell, once I was assigned to rape a woman who
had to weigh at least 250 lbs and I managed to put a black baby in her fat,
white, extremely wealthy belly. Funny how that one turned out, my son by
her grew up handsome and skinny. But I digress.

Back to my story. After being checked in, I was sent straight to the male
dormitory. Once their, I checked in with my backup team - fellow Brothers
who were going to help me by making sure I wasn't disturbed by any shelter
denizens while raping Melissa. We went over the plan, and then settled in
till the target hour of one am. The shelter, as I've already said,
consisted of two dormitories, one for me, one for women. These were located
next to each other, separated by a thin wall. The 'guard' sat at a desk in
the front of the room, next to the lavoratory. There was a small store room
in the back, each dormitory had a door that led to it.

The hours crawled by. I amused myself by watching the future stepfather of
my baby preach the Bible to us. I also got a few glances at the future
mother of my child when she'd come in to ask Thomas about something. I also
overheard them yammering about their upcoming wedding. I must admit, I
chuckled to myself as I imagined it - the best of Philadelphia society there
watching the happy couple wed while the bride carried my black baby in her
belly.

Lights out was at eleven. Soon enough the place was quiet except for the
occasional snore. Twelve thirty ... twelve forty-five ... one am. Show
time. I got up, as if to go to the bathroom. I took a quick glance. My
backup team was ready. I walked over to the desk where Thomas sat. I
almost felt sorry for the poor bastard. He was on the skinny side, had
receding light brown hair (shit, at the age of 26), glasses and a nervous
manner. "Can I help you Amos?", he whispered. I grinned and flashed the
knife we'd smuggled in at him. In my best sterotypical black voice I
responded, "Yeah - you can git yo white ass up an' foller me".

Smart man, he did as I asked. I forced him into the store room at knife
point, sat his ass on the floor, bound and gagged him, then screwed in a
twenty-watt bulb in the light socket. A little light was necessary so that
Tommy boy could easily watch his girl being raped. Time to lure Melissa in.
I walked over to the door that led to the woman's dorm, opened it quickly,
then shut it. As I expected, this caught Melissa's attention. I heard her
tentative footsteps as she walked to the door. I watched the as the knob
hesitantly, slowly turned. I saw her cute little face peer around the door,
as I hid in she shadows. I saw her horrified expression as she recognized
Thomas, tied up on the floor. Then I made my move.

I grabbed her and quickly dragged her in. Clapping one hand over her mouth
to keep her from screaming, I forced her to the floor. I shoved the rag I'd
brought with me into her mouth, then quickly tied her arms to the metal
shelves that lined the walls. She tried to struggle, but to no avail, I was
much bigger than she was. I loomed over her, every white woman's worst
fear, a big, black man with a lustful look in his eyes. I must say I looked
the part - greasy, dirty, smelly. I straddled her, took hold of the front
of her dress, and tore it down the middle.

Her eyes grew wide with fear as I grunted and drooled over her. I enjoy my
rapes, I've always fancied myself as a bit of an actor, and I liked to throw
myself into the character of a rapist. I've found that the more I showed
the woman that I was into raping her, the more likely it was that she'd feel
it was her fault and treat the baby I fathered on her well. I grinned at
her, and then at Thomas, who had figured out that his precious Melissa was
going to be taken by a black man. Damn, he looked horrified as I tore
Melissa's cotton bra off and pawed at her tits. They were pretty small,
maybe a B cup, with light pink nipples. Nipple hardening is an automatic
response to stimulus, but these two sheltered virgins didn't know that and
in the dim light I saw Melissa blush with shame as her nipple hardened under
my fingers.

No time to undress, so I unzipped my dirty old chinos, and let my rock hard
cock spring out at her. Man, I love that moment, the moment when a white
woman sees a huge, ravaging black dick for the first time. The look in her
eyes as she realizes that she's about to be raped in priceless. My cock is
average for a black man, about ten inches in lenth, though mine's slightly
less thick than the average - maybe an inch and a half. No matter, my pal
and I had managed to father plenty of healthy kids together. Now, in the
rape situation you usually want to get it in as soon as possible and get the
job done, but I sensed that Melissa and Thomas needed a little something
extra. Nothing too fancy, but just something to drive home the horror. I
waved my knife in Thomas' direction, and said to Melissa, "You gonna suck my
dick, bitch. Iffen you screams I's gonna kill yo man heah, unnerstan?"
Thomas shook his head violently. Obviously he'd rather die than see his
precious girl suck black cock. Melisaa was obviously the brains of this
outfit, because she squeezed her eyes shut, and with two tears trickling
down her face nodded yes.

I pulled the rag from her mouth, and immediately brought my cockhead to her
lips. "Suck it, ho'", I told her, and she complied. No technique at all,
of course, she sucked me like a lollipop, but it's always exciting to feel a
woman suck you when you know it's the first time she's ever done that. I
groaned, thrust my hips a few times into her face. "Oh yeah, bitch, dat
sho' feel good", I muttered a few times. After about three minutes of this,
I knew it was time for the main attraction. I abruptly pulled my dick out
of her mouth and whipped her gag back in. "Not good enuff fo' me, I's
'fraid", I whispered to her as I reached down and tore her panties off. Now
THAT got a reaction - I think she thought that maybe I'd settle for her
sucking me off, leaving her a virgin.

She tried to fight me, and I heard Thomas try to shout "No!" through his gag
as I lay down on top of his fiancee. I jimmied her legs apart with one
knee, and got in between her soft, white thighs. "Nggggg! Nggggg!", she
grunted though her gag. I guess that meant 'no'. Ignoring her, I centered
myself, and with a long satisfying thrust, I claimed my latest victim. She
was bone dry and tight as a noose. The blood from her torn maidenhead soon
lubricated her, and I commenced my thrusting. I moaned, kissing her face,
pawing at her breasts as I raped her. "Oh yeah ... dat's gooooood ... yeah
baby, Portius' be fuckin' you ... too bad yo man heah kain' perteck' his
woman ... left you all to Portius, he sho' did ... yeah baby ... oh, I knows
you wanted ole Portius inside you ...", I gasped while I fucked her. She
was crying through all this, as was Thomas. Poor bastard. He closed his
eyes tightly, unable to watch as I fucked his girlfriend silly.

Then I pulled my standard trick. Most women have an automatic reaction to
having their necks kissed. When raping a white woman, it's important to
inject a small bit of pleasure in it for them. This way they blame
themselves, and are much more likely to consider it their duty to give birth
to and raise the child they conceive as a result of being raped. I softly
nuzzled Melissa's neck with my thick, black lips, sucking at the delicate
skin. This took her by surprise, and she instinctively thrust downward on
my cock when I did that. I damn near lost it right then. That probably
why I did the dumbest thing I've ever done while raping a woman, something
I've never done before or since. "Oh yeah baby ... I knows you's lovin'
dis' from ole Amos Creed", I whispered in her ear. SHIT! I realized that
I'd actually told her my real name! Her pleasure-filled reaction was the
strongest I'd ever had, and it emboldened me to do something I'd never done
before - keep up the kissing of her neck and hope like hell she'd not heard
me whisper my real name to her. Well, I had an airtight alibi set up anyway.

I must say, this was one of the most satisfying rapes I'd ever performed. I
continued to caress Melissa's neck, and then sucked on her earlobe. Another
massive reaction from her. Best of all was the fact that Thomas couldn't
see the look of surprised pleasure on his fiancee's face. I was careful to
shield that with my head and arms. Plus the idiot had his eyes closed the
whole time anyway. No, it was a secret between Melissa and me. My gentle
nuzzling of her neck, the sucking and blowing in her ear had sparked her
pleasure, and enormously increased mine.

This was a first for me - the chance to bring a woman I was raping to
orgasm. Sure enough, my ministrations had started the inevitable. She was
responding, albeit unwillingly. Her cunt grew wet from my thrusts, her legs
would begin to circle my waist, then jerk back as she realized what she was
doing. She began to meet me, thrust for thrust, and she began grunting
involuntarily with pleasure. I'm sure Thomas thought her noises were caused
by pain. It was hard to stop, but I knew that I'd have to get this finished
soon, then make my escape. I reached between us and began to finger her
clit. That was all it took. I gazed down into her face, and watched as she
came. Her face with filled with self-loathing.

I draped myself over her and began to thrust hard and fast. I imagined what
would happen when she learned that she'd become pregnant by me. She'd have
my baby, of course. Thomas, good man that he was, would stand by her and
raise my baby as his own, because he loved her and thought it wasn't her
fault that she'd had a black man's baby. She would know better. Everyone
would sympathize with her - poor girl, raped by a black man and now forced
to have her rapist' baby. And only she and I would know that what started
as rape had ended in the first orgasm of her life. She would remember this
every time she looked at our child. And with that, I came deep inside her
and the collapsed on top of her, spent.

I lay there for a minute or so. I could hear Thomas sniffling. I kissed
Melissa softly on the neck, then gazed in her eyes. I can't even describe
the expression in them. Glazed with helpless pleasure, shamed, frightened,
wild ... I pulled the gag from her mouth, cupped her face in my hands,
stared into her eyes, then kissed her deeply. To my amazement, she
responded to my kiss. "Remember me", I whispered, and placed the gag back
in her mouth. significantly, she never screamed even though she could have.
I got up, straightened my clothes, and left them there, tied up. I left
through the front door, secure in the knowledge that my fellow Brothers
would handle it. The idea was to leave Melissa and Thomas there for a few
hours, so they would have nothing to do but think about the rape. At the
same time, we didn't want anyone else finding them and raping Melissa too.
The Brothers would make sure this didn't happen.

The papers were full of it for the next week. They never mentioned Melissa
by name, of course, but the story of the brutal rape of a young
shelter-worker while her fiance was forced to watch made the national news.
I knew I was home free when my wife read an article to me, in which the
'unamed victim' was quoted as saying she hadn't been able to see what her
attacker looked like. I'd told my wife the whole story, and we both laughed
- Melissa had had plenty of chances to see me. I hadn't told Theresa this,
but I knew that I'd told Melissa my real name, and she hadn't said anything
about it to the police. It had to be that she felt so guilty about her
pleasure she was punishing herself.

Melissa and Thomas married on schedule, just a little over a month after I'd
raped her. I knew that wimp would marry her. I studied the wedding photo
in the paper, and I could tell from Melissa and Thomas' expression that
something was ruining their big day. Sure enough, in late August The
Brotherhood's source at Melissa's gynecologist confirmed that Melissa was
three months pregnant. The records also noted that Melissa's child had been
conceived as the result of a sexual assault she'd suffered in the early
morning-hours of May 27, 1976. Man, I was happy to hear that. Another
black baby for The Brotherhood.

It got even better. Right around Christmastime I saw Melissa at a local
mall, all alone. Her belly was hugely swollen, and she glowed as all
pregnant women do. She looked up and saw me, and by God, she knew who I was
even though I was clean and respectable. I watched as her expression
changed from anger, to fear, to shame. She glanced down at her hands,
wedding ring on the left, as they rested on her bulging belly. Then she
looked up at me helplessly. She was telling me that she was carrying my
baby, and mutely begging me not to make this worse for her by coming
forward, claiming our baby, and exposing her shame to the world. As long as
she was a rape victim she could deal with bearing my child. If the world
knew she'd squealed with pleasure as I raped her, she'd never be able to
live with that. I gave her a big grin, then walked away.

I kept tabs on her, drove by her house and so forth. By the greatest good
fortune my wife Theresa (who's an obstetrical nurse) was on duty the night
of February 27, 1977 when Melissa gave birth. Theresa called me at home and
informed me that I was the proud father of healthy twin sons! When I'd
seen her at Christmastime, I'd thought Melissa was pretty big for seven
months. Man, I was pumped! Two more beautiful black boys for The
Brotherhood. I saw my boys early the next morning. Theresa sneaked me in
there, and watched proudly as I held my sons. They were a bit on the small
side, the oldest was six pounds two ounces, the younger was six pounds even.
This worried me since my babies usually average around eight pounds, but my
dear wife explained that my sons were smaller because they were twins. My
boys were identical, and my wife thought they looked just like me. They
were pretty dark in color, definitely black though. Theresa said she
thought they'd get even darker as they got older, most mixed babies do, she
said.

And then I got the shock of my life. My wife told me what Melissa had named
our sons. John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett. I couldn't believe it.
Melissa had given our sons my names. The woman had actually named our sons
after me, the man who'd raped her! Guess she felt guiltier than ever.
Thank God my wife thought it was a coincidence that my sons middle names
were my real name.

John Amos and Joshua Creed are now sixteen years old. Melissa and Thomas
remained married, and their story was featured on the 700 Club recently, as
an example of how abortion isn't the answer to rape. Man, that was a fun
show, watching Thomas explain how he loves his wife's black sons as his own,
and how he was felt that the Lord had given them these fine twin boys and
thank God they'd never considered abortion because as it turned out Thomas
was sterile and if Melissa hadn't bore her rapist's babies, they'd be
childless. My boys and Melissa were on the show too. Melissa didn't have
much to say, just that she was happy she'd been given two fine sons, and
that it didn't matter that their father was a rapist. My heart was warmed
when my handsome black sons stated that they had no animosity towards their
real father, and wouldn't mind meeting him someday.

I live in Philly still, and it's been a simple matter to check up on my
sons. My boys grew up to look very much like me, except they're even taller
- Melissa must have some tall men in her family. They did turn out to be
quite dark, just one or two shades lighter than me, and I'm shining black
myself. They're local basketball stars, and little do they know they've
already met their real father. Theresa gave me a son four months after my
sons by Melissa were born, and my boy Samuel is good friends with John Amos
and Joshua Creed. In fact, they go to the same private school, and my sons
have often visited my home. Samuel knows that his 'friends' are really his
half-brothers, but knows how important it is to The Brotherhood that this be
kept secret till the twins are eighteen. He's managed to keep John Amos and
Joshua Creed from having their mother and stepfather meet me a time or two.
Sam's a good boy - can't wait till he's old enough to become an inseminator
himself.

My sons are good kids, they're honor students at their private academy, and
by all accounts have an excellent life. I've noticed that they are starting
to pull away from their white lifestyle though. Sam's told me that my boys
are wanting to know their black roots, and that's why they're spending so
much time at our house and with their other black friends. I'm convinced
that in two years, when my boys turn eighteen, they'll be thrilled to learn
that I'm their real father, and will eventually leave the white world. I'm
sorry for Melissa, I know that she loves our boys. But, our sons are black,
and they belong in the black world. However, I'll always be grateful to
Melissa for giving me two fine back boys.
------------------------------------------------ --------------------
Addendum: June, 1997.

John Amos Jewett and Joshua Creed Jewett were contacted as planned on their
eighteenth birthday (February 27, 1994) and informed that they were
conceived through the offices of The Brotherhood. Like most of our
children, they took the news very well, and have developed a close
relationship with their true father. John and Joshua have just graduated
from Yale and Columbia Universities respectively, both Summa Cum Laude.
John earned a degree in International Banking, and Joshua has earned a
degree in Astrophysics. Both boys have come into their irrevocable trusts
set up by their maternal grandparents (their stepfather's parents refused to
acknowledge them as grandchildren), in the amount of $2 million each. They
have now broken all ties with their white families, and have become full
members of Mr. Creed's family.

Thomas Jewett has recently filed for divorce from Melissa Jewett.
Intelligence suggests that he is devestated that his stepsons refuse to
acknowledge him as their father. Melissa Jewett is devestated that her sons
will not see her, since they do not wish to be part of the white culture any
longer. She has not seen her sons since their twenty-first birthday in
February, when they came into their trusts. Both John and Joshua Creed have
joined The Brotherhood, and each has recently completed their first
inseminations. Their first targets were white, identical twins sisters who
attended John's college. The sisters each became pregnant in March of 1997,
and are due to give birth to John and Joshua's children in November of this
year.


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