Spades Only

You didn't know what you were doing. You just pressed the last button on impulse.

The glass in front of you began to flash. The text appeared on the wall.

Jenny read it out loud.

"Black Baby Maker"

"Queen of Spades"

"No white boys allowed"

"BBC Only"

Jenny's eyes widened as she read them out loud. The words began to glow brighter and brighter.

"What the fuck" Jenny said looking down at her body.

A tattoo gun had been lifted up. Jenny's mouth was now being held open by the machine that held her in place. Her tongue was now tied up by a piece of cloth wrapped around her head.

The tattoo gun began to print. It wrote out a message on Jenny's tongue. "Property of black men". When it was done the machine released her.

Jenny spit out the cloth that was wrapped around her head, she tried to wipe the text off of her tongue but it wouldn't move. "I'm not the property of black guys" She said in disgust.

The machine then began to lift up more tattoos, each one had a different message. Jenny watched in horror as they began to get tattooed on her body.

"Black Baby maker" appeared on her stomach.

"Queen of spades" on her chest.

"Black Owned" on her ass.

The text on the wall began to flash.

“New Rule: The Queen will fall into a lust filled rut if she is near an African mate”

Jenny looked up in horror. Her eyes were wide with fear. She was now known as the Queen of Spades, the BBC only tattoo was now on her ass.

The machines retreated back into their hole. The buttons and pedestals disappeared.

Jenny was left shaking. She tried to touch one of the tattoos but it would not come off. They were all permanently inked onto her body.

The chambers fell silent for a moment, the only sound being Jenny's ragged breathing. She stared at the fresh, dark ink on her skin, her hands trembling as she traced the letters on her stomach. The reality of her new identity was sinking in, and the horror in her eyes was starting to replace the earlier lust. The new rule hung in the air like a **** sentence.

Just then, a section of the wall in your chamber shimmered and dissolved. A door slid open, revealing a dark corridor beyond. At the same time, a new set of buttons materialized on your pedestal. There were only two this time.

Before you could even process the options, heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the dark corridor. A figure emerged, silhouetted against the darkness. He was tall, powerfully built, and completely naked. His skin was a deep, rich black, and as he stepped into the light, his massive, thick cock swung between his legs.

Jenny's eyes locked onto him. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. Her body began to tremble, but this time it wasn't from fear or cold. A deep, primal heat flooded her veins. Her nipples hardened against the cool air of the chamber, and she could feel a slick wetness building between her thighs despite her terror. The new rule was taking effect. Her body was betraying her mind, preparing itself for the "African mate" now standing before her.

The man stopped and looked between the two of you, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He was waiting. You were the Guardian. You had to choose where he would take her.