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Black and White                       by: Lucy Lou

 

Part One

It had been a long day for Lisa; endless rounds of meetings, phone calls, and priority emails, followed by a boring drinks reception. She glanced at her watch as the train pulled into the platform. It was 11.28pm, and the train was 23 minutes late. She boarded the train and sank onto one of the hard seats, alone in the carriage. At the last moment, before the train departed, a man dashed aboard the carriage.

The man stood for a few moments, catching his breath, and then started to walk the length of the carriage towards Lisa, who was sitting roughly in the middle. Out of all the seats available, the man chose one that was directly opposite. He sat down, placing his large briefcase on his knees, and snapped back the catches of the gold clasps, before flipping the lid open. He looked over the rim of his case, staring intently at the petite blonde opposite him. He looked over the conservative suit, more practical than stylish, and the flat shoes, as well as the crisply starched white blouse. His eyes wandered over the figure of the blonde, whose curvy figure had always attracted so much unwanted attention. He also noted the crucifix swinging with the motion of the train, which hung on the fine chain from her slender neck. Yes, he thought, the perfect victim.

Lisa sat there, reading the book that she had bought the previous day. She barely noticed the man who sat opposite her, other than he was possibly the darkest man she had ever seen. His skin glistened with small beads of sweat, giving it an aura of polished ebony, and his muscles were clearly visible through his ill-fitted suit. She paid no attention to him, and began to read her book again. Only another 30 minutes 'til I arrive home she yawned to herself, before absorbing herself in her book once more.

She didn’t even notice the small gun that the man opposite her had pulled from the black case on his knees, and even as he fired it, she was still reading intently.

As the dart struck her in the neck, she looked up to her assailant, seeing the smile spread across his face. Moments later she could not move her body – her eyes showing desperation at her plight. The man smiled more broadly, before removing a set of headphones and a small tape recorder. He leaned over and placed them on the pretty blonde's head. The tape was part of a spool that lasted for two hours, more than enough for his purpose. The drug he had duped her with rendered her incapable of movement for 20 minutes and her mind open to suggestion for 30 minutes. He watched, smiling as the tape spool ran on and on repeating the words:

"You will love to flirt and to tease men from now on. The only men that you love to flirt with and to tease are black men. You will do anything for a black man that he asks, but you will never sleep with another white man, not even your husband. You will love to wear revealing clothes. Your skirts will always be short, the shorter they are the happier you will be. You will never wear any panties, except as a special request. You will never wear pantyhose, only stockings. Your tops will be very low cut – and always tight, to show off your breasts. You will love to suck cock, love to take cock in your pussy and your ass, and you will worship any black cock that comes near enough to you. You will cease any form of birth control, and you will never let your man use a condom. You will come and see me tomorrow morning, instead of going to work. I will meet you outside the Plaza shopping mall at 10am. You will not know who I am but as I introduce myself you will follow where I go. You will not inform your husband of the arrangement at present."

The tape ran on, then looped and looped again. In fact her mind was totally changed within the first few minutes, the extra time only sufficed to cement the points being made. Before the drug had worn off, he had removed the headphones, and left the train. The cute blonde sat there motionless for a few minutes, before slowly regaining use over her limbs. She got off at the next stop.

 

 


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