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Choco found herself slowly coming to, having passed out from exhaustion. As she looked around, she had a moment of wondering where she was and why she was lying on a desk with a very sore ass. Then it all came back to her with startling clarity: her thinking Bobby was some race kink cuck and finding out he was very much not as he proceeded to use a pale pillar of a cock to hollow out her throat and ass out.

Choco took a moment to clean herself up, which was effectively just clearing off the ruined makeup from her face and pulling her panties and pants back, which was a bit difficult as the merest touch on her ass caused a jolt of pain. But she had to get dressed, and she did find it to be an odd feeling to have Bobby's cum leaking out of her ass into her panties while her ass felt like she was dragging it through hot coals; it was an interesting mix of sensations to have going on with her lower body.

Though eventually she had made herself as decent as she could given the circumstances. "Okay girl, you're going to walk out here like the bad bitch you are and figure out your shit when you get to your crib." Choco said to herself, giving herself a motivational speech and a plan before she walked out of the office in her expensive high heels.

She barely made it out of the office doorway when she heard a shriek, causing her to turn. "Bitch! What are you screaming about?" Choco said with heat, startled by the sudden screaming in her ear, only to see it was Bobby's secretary. She had a pale face, about as white as a Black lady could get; honestly, her face had a shocked realization to it, as if Choco walking out like she had confirmed something that she had been firmly denying.

"Oh my god, girl!" Shanique, who was the secretary, said before rushing over to Choco. "I couldn't believe that a white boy would have the balls to do it, but he did, didn't he! Damn chalk demon assaulted you!" Shanique said damn near screaming choco deaf near the end of her screech as she grew more and more agitated as she realized that the man she saw as nothing as a lesser race had the audacity to dare attack his betters as she saw it.

Meanwhile, Choco found herself getting angry as well. She found herself getting angrier with each word about Bobby that Shanique spoke, and she had no idea why, as Shanique got down on her knees to see if she had any injuries below the belt and if she had them, how bad they were. Though as Shanique went into a fuss over her and muttered about getting the boys to get even with Bobby over this before having the police take him away for life, Choco found she couldn't take it any more.

Before Choco really knew what she was doing, she had Shanique pinned on the ground, her high heels on her throat. "Let's be very clear: you aren't telling anybody shit, got it!" Choco said with venom to a now terrified Shanique, who nodded as best she could with Choco's high heels on her neck. "Good bitch, I'll deal with this shit when I'm good and ready.Now I'm going to go, bitch, and if I hear a word about this, I know who the snitch is." Choco said with a sadistic smile, as both knew what happened to snitches within the Black community and it usually wasn't pretty.

With the threat made very clear and Shanique also now very aware on who the top bitch was, Choco took her high heel off her throat and proceeded to walk out of the building. Though, despite no longer being held down, it would still be a while before Shanique would get up, as she was too scared that Choco was playing some kind of sick game where she got up without permission and Choco would suddenly be there to beat her to the ground.

So it would be a good hour and a half before Shanique felt safe getting up. Meanwhile, Choco had gotten into her car and begun the drive back home in one of the dozen of expensive cars she owned. She took the highway, and after a long drive, eventually found herself back at the family mansion where she and her brothers, plus their wives, had moved back in with their dad.

It wasn't a tight fit as a mansion; her dad had always had more rooms than he knew what to do with, and with their music careers failing at the moment, they all couldn't afford to live in separate mansions as they had before. So Choco made her way through the automatic gate that quickly closed behind her and quickly parked her car with all the other cars in the underground garage.

She then made her way out of the garage and into the house, to which she was immediately bombarded with several screaming matches going on throughout the mansion. As it turned out, well, it might have been a good idea to get together financially; emotionally, it was another story, as every day it was a different screaming match every other hour.

As if her brothers weren't arguing about who was Dad's true heir, then it was their wives arguing about who got which bathroom and how many closets and that's if her brothers, their wives, and her parents weren't arguing about when they app could get their own place again and who would get it first. So suffice it to say, Choco was done with the fucking battle royale going on around her a very fucking long time ago.

That was the main reason she had kept bothering Bobby to give her money so she could get her own place already, and she figured her family's decades of teaching her Black superiority was right. The fact her father had told her as a little girl that white people got off to that was also right. The burning sensations from having her ass whipped by her own belt proved that was grade A bullshit and that her father was a liar.

She quickly made her way to her bedroom, which was on the opposite side of where everyone else lived in the mansion, which was very much by her choice. None of her family commented on her messed-up state of dress, too busy in their personal shouting matches to see the clear signs of another man bending her over furniture. Which gave her a confusing mix of feeling she wasn't sure how to deal with so she just made her way across the mansion faster.

She found herself in her room and quickly pulled off her pants, shirt, and bra but left her panties on and proceeded to just lay in her bed. For a long moment she just lay there doing nothing, but then out of nowhere she slowly reached down and began to dig out Bobby's cum that had been pooling in her panties and bring it to her lips, giving it a lick. She had no idea why she decided to do it she just knew she had to do it.

"Delicious, a thousand times better than any negro." Choco said with venom as she lay there for a moment thinking. She found herself thinking on the old American history lessons she took over a decade ago. When she had taken the lesson back then, she had been outraged that Blacks had been enslaved and, of course, under her family's teaching, brought to believe that whitey should have to pay for that.

But now as she lay there, she suddenly found herself remembering the parts of the history class she had ignored as her family had said she should. The fact that most slaves were sold by their fellow Blacks and, in fact, Black slavers had holidays where they would sacrifice their Black slaves. Which is crazy when she thought about it. How many times had she and her family bitched about White Christmas, and yet on a true Black Christmas they would all have had their throats slit to satisfy some voodoo king for the holiday.

Not to mention the fact of all the **** rebellions put down in America. Oh, her family had been eager for her to learn about the big bad white man trying to keep a good Negro down, but they didn't want to talk about the other parts. Such as the fact that several **** rebellions were put down by their fellow Blacks who turned them over to their white owners.

At the time when she had heard about her fellow Blacks turning in their fellows, it made her angry and sad. As they were just too broken by the white man, surely they had wanted freedom once before but then they had been broken like some animal that had been made afraid of the outside of its cage because every time it tried to leave, it got zapped. Showing the cruelty of the white man that they could do something like that.

But now as Choco had started playing with herself, she now sees and hears the truth. As she hears her brother's wife throw some vase against a wall, shattering it and leaving them down a vase that was probably worth thousands that they can't replace. As she looks around at her own room that had been payed for by white listeners before they couldn't stand her rasciest bullshit anymore. Choco plays with her tits and her pussy as she comes to realize the real reason that those Black turned in the rebels.

It was because they were turning over uppity niggers, that is what had gotten them to where they are now. Choco plays with herself as she looks around at her room at a fancy mansion paid for with the white man's money. She listens as her uppity Negro family tries and fails to bring them back out of financial collapse on the Negro dollar when there aren't any and if there was any Negro dollars they sure as hell ain't getting any.

This is why there were house niggers and outside niggers. There were those who knew who made the world go around and those that didn't. "I can be your house negro, Bobby. I swear I'll be a good house negro." Choco said as she bit into her own tits, the degradation of herself and her family bringing her over the edge, causing her to cream her ruined panties. Her lady juices mixing with the white cum that was still left in her ruined panties.

Choco fell asleep exhausted but satisfied and eager for tomorrow to come so she may prove that she had learned her lesson to Bobby tomorrow. Her dreams where now filled with the many dark things she wished for Bobby to do to her to prove to all who her Masta was that she was now an owned Nigger.