Mia helps

I lifted my head slowly, tears still streaming down my face, cum from Damien still crusting on my skin.

Mia stood in the hallway, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her body. She looked concerned… almost gentle.

“Alex…? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The words poured out of me in a broken, sobbing mess. I told her everything the wedding, walking in on Sylvie and Damien, the fake marriage, the way Sylvie degraded me, how I attacked Damien and ended up with his cum all over my face while Lexie tried to take over. I told her about running to my parents’ house and seeing my own mother getting railed while my dad knelt in a pink cage.

I was shaking violently by the end.

Mia walked over slowly and pulled me into a hug. “Oh Alex… I’m so sorry. That sounds absolutely horrible. Here, let me make you some tea. It’ll help calm you down.”

She helped me to the couch, then disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned with a steaming mug and handed it to me with a soft, comforting smile.

“Drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”

I was so **** for any kindness that I drank it quickly, the warm liquid soothing my raw throat. For a brief moment, I felt safe.

Then my body started to go numb.

It began in my fingers and toes, then spread rapidly through my arms and legs. I tried to stand up but my muscles wouldn’t respond. My head felt heavy. I could still see and breathe, but I couldn’t move.

Panic flooded me.

Mia’s gentle expression melted away into a wicked, cruel grin.

“Good,” she purred. “The paralytic worked perfectly.”

I tried to speak but only a weak gurgle came out. My body was completely limp, frozen in place on the couch.

Mia laughed softly as the front door opened. A tall, muscular Black man in a doctor’s coat walked in. Mia immediately dropped to her knees in front of him, eagerly pulling out his massive black cock and swallowing it down her throat with practiced hunger.

“Mmmph… this is Dr. Jamal,” she said between sloppy sucks, stroking his thick shaft. “He’s the one who gave me the ****. Sylvie told me you’d probably run here after she and Damien broke you. We couldn’t risk you telling anyone what’s happening… we can’t let little sissy Alex ruin the spread of the BNWO.”

She bobbed her head deeper, gagging happily on his cock while looking straight at me with pure malice.

“You’re going to be our special project, Alex. Or should I say… our living beta statue. You’ll be kept permanently paralyzed in the club displayed right in the middle of the main room where everyone can see you. You’ll be **** to watch as more and more white girls get corrupted.

You’ll see wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters turned into black-owned whores right in front of your helpless eyes. You’ll never move again. You’ll never speak again. You’ll just sit there, leaking in your little cage, as the BNWO takes over everything.”

Dr. Jamal groaned and thrust deeper into Mia’s throat, smirking down at my paralyzed form.

Mia pulled off his cock with a wet pop and smiled brightly.

“Welcome to your real future, Alex. You lost.”