Bring her home and show her around.

'Well if you're going to be a domestic servant, you need to know your way around the house. I'm going to take you home and give you a tour.' Drexler said commandingly. He knew the white girl was now within his clutches.

'Oh gosh um... okay Mr. Drexler.' Madeline said timidly, butterflies exploded in her belly at his tone. It was an order, not a request. He rose and walked across the room to hold the door for the bubbly teen. She stood somewhat unsteadily, obviously effected by whatever was in the drink he had given her.

As she approached the doorway, Drexler wrapped his strong arms around her to pull her close. He bent his neck ever so gently, and for a moment she thought he would stoop to kiss her. She felt pinging twinges from her womb at the thought.

Instead he locked eyes with her and roughly growled 'All of my servants refer to me as 'Master'. You're no exception. Do you understand me?' He asked, towering above the tiny white girl.

'Y-yes...Master.' Madeline agreed meekly. For some reason she couldn't quite understand, it just felt right calling him that.

He maneuvered her beside him and again walked down the hall with his and around her waist. If Maddy had been paying attention, she would have noticed several things the two passed through the building. One was that they were followed by many pairs of envious eyes; belonging to white men and women. She would have noticed that every single one of the bosses and managers was black. She might have realized that of the childbearing age women at the company, at least half were visibly pregnant.

Maddy did not notice any of those things though, enraptured as she was by her companion. He asked her about her family history, about which she knew little. 'Oh I'm totally a mix. Daddy says we're mostly German, Swedish, and Norwegian though' She giggled breathily, embarrassed not to know about her own history. She was also finding it very hard to focus with his steel-hard arm wrapped around her back and waist.

'Perfect' thought the big ebony man, 'A pure aryan maiden, no better treat. She might be white as fresh fallen snow, but all of her children will be black'. He smiled inwardly at the thought and ran his hand over her lower belly and listened to her babble on. In his minds' eye, he saw her green eyes looking up over his gigantic cock, her belly swollen with a strong child of Africa.

She was still totally flustered when they reached the front doors and exited into the parking lot. His dark limo with blacked-out windows pulled up beside them. As they entered the back seat together, Drexler held her hand. Out the window, peter saw this and felt his heart drop. The car sped away.

As they rode, Drexler offered Maddy another drink; she was happily ready to accept it by now. She curled into the crook of his arm, feeling warm and fuzzy, like she could melt into him. Drexler told her how he had traced his ancestory back to Zulu royalty, and how he felt proud to finally bring his bloodline back to power and success.

The eager white girl nodded along, hanging 9n his every word but also taking in his every feature. She subconsciously ground her thighs together, feeling extremely damp and hot between her legs. She looked up, only just now realizing they were passing through a set of heavy gates into a nearly manicured lawn: they had arrived.

'...Alright then my sweet Madeline, follow me.'