She rarely watched graphic porn, and it did not immediate dawn on her what the man on top was doing. Enticed, she bid her lips and read the short introduction about this place. It claimed to be an all-girl academy that provided physical and emotional therapy to "middle-aged, sexually frustrated white women."
She absorbed the text with mixed feelings, as the descriptions of what they would do to the women who were enrolled in the program were disturbing and obscene. But when she turned off her laptop, she discovered that her panties had gotten all wet.
That night, she had a long and bizarre dream. A deep, wet nightmare. The details already eluded her when she finally woke from it, bedsheet all soaked with sweat beneath her and again moist between her legs.
But a sensation lingered, which she recognized as the taste of danger and thrill.
Ever since the divorce, her libido had been steadily going up. She began masturbating at night more frequently, then it was happening during the days as well. One time the urge got so strong that she had to do it while waiting in her car for her kids to finish school. It had become a frustrating and inconvenient business to take care of her own needs.
Perhaps she was really going crazy, or maybe she had always been a sucker for this kind of perversity, a few days after she came across that website, she decided to give it a shot. She first called the place, where no one picked up and a man's deep voice asked her to leave message concerning anything about the academy.
She panicked and hang up. But then she read the website again and found that they only accepted in-person application. She searched up the address. It was located in a part of the city that she normally dared not to enter, for it was known for hosting the dangerous kind of people, the kind that would do terrible things to a nice girl like her -- or so she was taught by her parents growing up. But she had heard about what they were capable of in bed, and she absolutely craved for that kind of danger.
So, she printed out the application form downloaded from the website and started filling out the required fields. This year's program would be at least a full month and all trainees were required to remain onsite for the whole duration. All of their instructors were "handpicked for their girth and stamina," and they would "ensure that our trainees learn their lessons in the most effective manner." She was asked to bring as little belongings as possible, as everything would be provided for once she arrived at the place.
Towards the end was a statement in red:
"By signing this, I understand that non-consensual sex is a core part of the program, and I will hereby waive my freedom of speech and privacy to the Academy during the program; I also understand that by participating in this program, I accept the risk of unwanted pregnancy and will take full legal responsibility in the event of such an occurrence."
Diane hesitated again at these words. Part of her was screaming at her conscience: it is still not too late to call it off. She would be lying to her kids about leaving just for a few days; what were they going to do without their mom for a whole month? Many terrible things could have gone wrong during such a long time. And this whole program was being just the opposite of SAFE. It could well be a trap waiting for her; once there she would be knocked out and sold somewhere abroad, where white women like her, despite of her age, could still fetch a nice price...
At such thought she had become wet and warm again; erotic imagery kept been conjured up in her brain, making her restless and unable to think straight. Perhaps her kids would be just fine with their aunt. Did they not spend last Christmas at hers and absolutely in love with her two puppies? She hadn't used her breaks this year yet, so her workplace wouldn't give her trouble either.
After some struggles, she assured herself that she really was FREE for now. She could go to that academy and they could have her in whatever ways they desired. She would be their cock-sucking bitch and their cum-leaking whore, as long as they promised to relieve her of this terrible heat.
After supper she packed up a small luggage and ordered a cab; it was only fifteen minutes ride to the other side of the city, but it felt like ages as city lights slowly drifted by. She was dropped off on an almost deserted street, windows all smashed and boarded up. The door sign read askew: "WHITE SLUTE TRAINING ACADEMY."
For the first time, she was scared for her life; but she had already gotten so far, there's no way out now. She gathered her courage and knocked.
