Mandy and I fell in love in the seventh grade. After dating through high school, we married before our freshman year in college, virgins eager to begin our lives together. We both worked and went to school, graduating in five years. I went to work for an big company in accounting and Mandy started teaching second grade. As we wanted, we were quickly blessed with two beautiful children, both girls, who we named Julienne and Jennifer. Our one major disagreement was number of children. She wanted five but I insisted we stop at two.
Like all young marrieds, we worked hard, saved, played, loved our children and enjoyed what all Americans consider the good life. Julienne was fifteen and Jennifer almost fourteen, when Mandy and I went with friends to Las Vegas. It was an unbelievable trip. Not only did we have a wonderful time, but, I won $30,000 gambling.
I did not know I had sowed the seeds of destruction of all I had in my life. Gambling is a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some people. I was one of those. I began to gamble on everything I could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. In six months, I had lost all of our savings... all of it... the kids college funds... everything.
Mandy knew nothing about it.
"Sam Johnson, you need to come over here today. Straight from work. Don't mess with me, boy!"
The sweat oozed from my face as I hung up the phone, his violent disconnection and horrifying voice ringing in my ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker and not a dime to my name. They had been trying to collect it for a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and threw up.
I was shaking uncontrollably, my clothes soaked in sweat, as I entered the store front office. Leroy grabbed my arm and led me out the back door. He shoved me into a large van, the kind which has been modified where a person can stand. Someone picked me up like a child and jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees.
I was looking up at one of the biggest men I had ever seen.
"I am David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I understand you are unable to pay your bills."
"Look, I..."
He moved so quickly, I never even tried to defend myself. He was like a cat leaping on its prey... a tiger... and, I was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand crushed the back of neck, lifting me several inches on the air, his fingers so long and strong they held my jaw shut, as his right hand grabbed my cock and balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes in the world. I could only whimper, tears falling down my face, as the pain in my balls became almost unbearable.
He dropped me as he released my crushed balls. I fell to the floor sobbing.
"Listen! I need my money. Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!"
For the first time, I saw a petite white woman in the corner. She was naked. As she stood I saw a gold chain attached to a gold ring dangling between her legs. She had massive breasts and a sad, shy smile on a face which looked sixty although I guessed, from the body, she was about thirty.
"Tell him your story, Janet!"
"I was a sales rep, but, I got addicted to gambling. I am paying off my debt by being Mr. White's whore."
"Come suck my cock, Janet!"
She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his cock from his trousers. It was massive, easily the biggest I had ever seen. But, then Mr. White was probably six six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. Janet greedily sucked the cock head into her mouth as she stroked the shaft. He put his hand on her head to guide her.
"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock! Tomorrow night I am coming to your house. I will leave with my money... or, I will leave with your wife and daughters who will do what Janet is doing until I have my money!"
"No. Please! Have mercy!" I whimpered.
"I have no mercy! Your wife and daughters will be my whores until they have earned back my money! Now, come here!! You need to learn what sucking my cock is like since you are forcing your wife and daughters to do it."
He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. He was so strong I felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried. I could barely get his huge cock in my mouth but he did not care about that. He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands up in protest, he whipped that cock across my face. Then he came, pulling out, coming on my face and hair, leaving me covered in his white sticky cum. He shoved me out of the way. I was too terrified to even wipe his dripping cum from my cheeks. Janet scurried between his legs again to clean his cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum drying on my face.
"Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the police. It will only make me mad! Now, get out."
It was late when I got home. I had cleaned up at a service station, asking for the key as the attendant snickered at my cum covered face. I had stopped at a bar for a few drinks to build my courage. Mandy was asleep when I got home. I sneaked in the shower, then crawled in our bed by her, wondering if she would be ver be there next to me again.
I could not sleep. My mind, my body, my soul was paralyzed by fear, fear of what I had done and what would happen to my family as a result. I left early for work, before she awakened, leaving her a note. That night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading papers.
"Sam, are you alright? You have been acting funny lately? Is something wrong?"
"No. Everything is fine."
I heard the front door open.
"Who is that, I wonder?" she said, as she disappeared into the living room.
"WHO..."
I wet myself, sitting in my own piss, paralyzed with fear.
Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his arms like a baby except her mouth was taped shut, her arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I had never seen her before, shaking uncontrollably, her face ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a gun at me as Mr. White ordered me to sit. He put Mandy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing, making a sound like a dove which has been shot and is dying, the plaintiff, cooing sound of an innocent who is lost.
"If you can be quiet, I will remove the gag," Mr. White said to Mandy. She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said nothing, only sobbing quietly.
"Has you husband explained the problem, Mandy?" His voice sounded like a caring professional rather than a seasoned criminal.
She stared at me, her eyes questioning before she shook her head no. He started talking, telling her my whole gambling history. He even knew I had maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan for my addiction. Mandy said nothing, but, her eyes flitted back and forth between us. I could tell she could not believe what I had done, the loss, the danger it put her in. She was in shock from it.
"What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked, the hysteria in her voice barely controlled.
"You and your daughters will come with me, Mandy. You will be my whores, fucking men for money until I have recovered what I am owed."
Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were surprised. It was as if someone was filling a empty bag with iron. She appeared bigger, sat more erect, a determined expression growing on her face. She held his cold, dead eyes with her own, never blinking or looking away. When she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere, confident... not threatening but not submissive.
"Mr. White, I understand your concern for your money. I hope you can understand mine for my family. You may do with me as you wish. I will be your whore and earn money to repay you. But, if you, or anyone else, touches my daughters, I will kill you."
Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut like a steel trap. Mandy stood and walked to him, turning her back.
"Mr. White, please remove the handcuffs. You have nothing to fear from me... unless you harm my daughters."
I could tell by his expression he was stunned by her actions, but, in a funny way, it defused his anger and natural proclivity to harm. He removed the cuffs, spun her around and jammed her to her knees. A knife appeared in his hand, which he pressed to her throat. She never quivered or moved or shook or took her eyes from his. A tiny movement by either of them would pierce her throat with the knife point, but, they did not move.
Somewhere in those long few minutes they stared at each other, some unspoken agreement was reached between them. He smiled at her as he put away the knife, a soft, gentle smile, like a man gives his lover.
"Mandy, will you please show me your house?"
"Certainly. Mr. White, may I call you by your first name."
"Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was the last borne, they call me 'Baby'."
Mandy showed him the house, giving him the full, in depth, tour as if she was showing our preacher around her homey treasures. She seemed happy and positive, telling him our history, pointing out pictures in the hall, where this thing occured or that thing was acquired. She stopped in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about her beloved daughters.
I could see by his expression, he was enchanted by her. When he took her hand in his, she squeezed his in return, giving him a warm and friendly smile.
"Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen.
"Thank you, Mandy. Yes. Please."
"Baby, you can understand why I am so protective of my girls, why I said what I did."
"Yes. I am surprised by you, Mandy. You are a very unusual woman. I know I would have to kill you before I touched either of your daughters or you would kill me. You really love children, don't you?"
"Yes. I love them deeply. But, I understand your position, too, Baby. That is the reason I personally will cooperate with you to the fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do. I will make every effort to get your money back."
She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den. She sat on the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the two of them worked through their own private thoughts, their eyes never leaving each other.
"Mandy, can you still bear children?"
Her body language become extremely intense as her eyes slammed into me before returning to him.
"Yes. Why?"
The silence was killing me! I knew why! We all knew why! Migod, was she really considering it?
"I will forgive and forget everything, but... I want you to have my baby."
I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. White, too, could tell. But, Mandy was not ready to say it, not verbally anyway.
"Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and tenderness..."
