The Fall Semester was just ending and although it was mid-December, the Maryland weather was as unpredictable as always. Anything from a heavy snowfall to a balmy spring-like day was possible. Today was in fact a blustery day, and Laura was happy that she could wear a floppy sweater and grungy jeans. Laura had been feeling a bit bloated for the last couple weeks, so the more she could cover up the better.
She didn't know why, but she always seemed to be hungry lately and to be gaining weight as well. Even more puzzling, she noticed last week that for the first time since she was 14, her bra size had changed. She was now a size 36 and what's more the circumference had changed too. Her usual A cup had just in the space of a month become a B cup. Adding to the mystery, they also felt fuller and very tender, and when she looked in the mirror last she noticed that her aureoles had become much larger and darker just in the span of a few weeks. She meant to ask Dr. Smallwood whether there was any cause for concern at her next visit.
She was attributing her sudden weight gain to stress eating, caused by Mark's and her abrupt change in situation and circumstances of living. Within just the last three weeks they had put their house, their 401-K and bank account in the hands of a new financial advisor at the urging of the Jacksons, who highly recommended him. The fund he bundled their money into the Africa Rising Fund promised returns over 20%. Laura had heard good things about Africa Rising and knew that many of the senior faculty members seemed to be extremely successful through their investments with the fund, so the deal had felt pretty solid to her.
In addition, their house had sold for far more than they had paid for it, and the tidy profits too went into the fund. When she and Mark looked at their balance sheet, she was impressed. What stressed her most was that a condition of being allowed to participate in the private fund was that they had to conform to its "philanthropic goals" and that required both her and Mark to sign a two year unconditional personal services contract with the fund to work exclusively in service to those goals and for their sponsors. Since the Jacksons were their sponsors, Laura and Mark's conduct was to be directly managed by the Jacksons on a daily basis. This required the young couple to live in two small servant quarters separated by high, padlocked chain link fences behind the Jackson's faux ante-bellum mansion. It further required Laura to resign from her job at the university and to dedicate her time to serving the Jacksons and at times various other Africa Rising members.
Laura had missed Mark especially at the beginning, but she soon settled into her servant's role and was so busy doing the housekeeping in the neighborhood's big mansions that she hardly had a moment to herself and rarely saw him.
What she didn't know, indeed was never meant to know then was that they were not the first white couple to have indentured themselves to the Africa Rising Fund this way. She also would not know for at least a year that through "market uncertainties" somehow all of their fund equity would be swept away, and the conditions of the loan guarantees that they had underwritten for the house sale would place them in even greater debt. The handsome young black couple, emerging stars of the next generation of Africa Rising now comfortable in their old house was essentially living there cost free. The couple had been loaned the complete cost of the house in cash by the Africa Rising Fund, and the loan would be paid back from interest on Mark and Laura's Fund accounts. Moreover, according to the fine print buried 15 pages back in the sales contract, even the cost of utilities were being underwritten by Mark and Laura.
The conditions of their two year indenture required them to cover all fees and costs associated with the house sale and their "upkeep" as servants as well. According to the personal services contract, they would have to continue in the Jacksons' employ indefinitely until all debts were satisfied. Given the strength of their assets however, Laura saw no problems with the conditions. She did not learn until months later that this was exactly the kind of contract that Chrissie and Leezie had signed with the Smallwoods. The doctor and his wife had sold their service contract (in effect selling them) to Tanya and Ray several months ago however, and suddenly they had fallen badly behind in their debts to their new masters, the Jacksons.
It would both puzzle and shock Laura some months from now to learn that the Jacksons would sell Leezie's service contract to an African businessman. What she would never learn was that Leezie would be forced to serve in one of his brothels in Nigeria for another two years. He, in turn would sell her to a farm in the Congo where she would toil dawn to dusk growing corn and yams. To purchase some respite from the brutal fields, she willingly became the crew foreman's whore. Before her 25th birthday, he bred her with twice more and her once pale skin would bear permanent stripes from his whip. From Laura's point of view though, it was as though Leezie would simply vanish from the face of the Earth.
Chrissie would be sold separately to an exclusive black "gentlemen's club" owned by Africa Rising in Manhattan, and would serve both as domestic help and a sometimes plaything for patrons with very specific tastes. Ironically, he would fare somewhat better than Leezie though. His contract would be bought by a wealthy eccentric patron with exotic desires who would pamper him and eventually coerce him to undergo the operation that would turn him into a convincing female and later a wife for the man.
Laura had no clue at that moment that Africa Rising gained significant revenues from running what was effectively a white slavery operation, and wouldn't understand the impact to her and to Mark for many months. So far, her duties as a servant had been quite modest; little more than the housework load involved with running her own home before the sale, and the fringe benefits were very enjoyable although highly regulated. Every night Ray would come to the servant quarters and fuck her, often multiple times, always doggie style and always under the watchful eye of Tanya. Most times they would fuck right in front of the other two white female servants in the dormitory style one room quarters, but Laura grew to ignore their presence. Ray would say little to her during these visits; Laura had the distinct impression that he too was under Tanya's watchful eye.
Laura found this erotic much of the time, and regarded it simply as part of the role playing she had explicitly agreed to during the earliest part of her relationship with Ray. Tanya encouraged and influenced Laura to think of herself in simple animal terms, both in her daily duties and when she was being fucked. Over several weeks the strategy was working exceptionally well. Each session with Ray, Tanya watched Laura raise her ass and quickly assume the doggie position, willingly and without the slightest display of emotion. Tanya's mental games were incredibly simple yet amazingly effective: During each session, Tanya would simply lean over the girl as she was being fucked and whisper encouragements, telling her she was a good little bitch dog, or that she was a greedy little pig, or that her brood cow cunt was especially pleasing to her master.
