Munahid makes a request

The two black men embraced each other and spoke in a foreign language. The black woman, dressed in a beautiful shimmering yellow and green garment and head scarf spoke to the large man and picked up the child. The three regarded Madeline and the large black man in particular viewed the blonde teen with eagerness. The white man was visibly shocked at the sight of the large man and looked nervously at his wife. She could only return his concern, forbidden to speak until spoken to but clearly shaken.

Mr Dexter told the white man to ‘dress appropriately. We will learn if you can ‘protect’ your wife and Madeline from the Muslim invader.’ The three black people enjoyed this joke, while the white woman’s eyes betrayed her unease for her husband as she watched him climb the stairs.

Madeline was puzzled, anxious and overawed by the two black men and the black woman. They had undeniably complete control over the white couple and she wondered if this spectacle was for her instruction.

The black woman spoke to the black men and then left with the child. The child’s mother kissed her daughter and Madeline waved goodbye to the little girl, who waved back. This interaction pleased the two men. ‘My daughter likes you Madeline. She sees you as a similar woman to her mother, white, blonde and beautiful and loving towards her. Good.’

The large black man introduced himself to Madeline. ‘I am Munahid. I am pleased and grateful to my brother in inviting me to this house to meet you. You are very beautiful.’ Madeline smiled and thanked him, ‘and you are very handsome, sir’. She didn’t know what else to say. The look on the white woman’s face indicated that it was perhaps, the wrong thing to say to him.

The two men spoke in the foreign language. The two white women being unable to speak this language had no idea of the conversation; it concerned which of the men would own Madeline. Despite Mr Dexter already having fucked Madeline and, despite him strongly suspecting that he had left her with child, the other man begged to acquire her. The two men were close and loyal friends and the large man regularly aided the other unhesitatingly whenever requested.
Mr Dexter would not refuse his friend, despite Madeline’s beauty, there were countless other white girls available in this country and he would enjoy his fair share.

Madeline, as the other white woman did, stood before the two men passively, unaware that now Munahid controlled her and her future. It was not her business; English women were chattels to be seduced, owned, used and impregnated. Ownership and how they were to be enjoyed was a black, Asian or Arab matter, not a white, Anglo-Saxon English one. The English women already under Islamic protection were without exception happy to be so.

Madeline heard the white man coming down the stairs, when she saw how he was dressed she gasped in shock; the man’s wife closed her eyes, mortified; and the two black men roared with contempt.