Chapter Six

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The Betrayal

Leya was walking down the beach, hand in hand with her lover, Jamal. The sky overhead was overcast and gray with clouds that had taken the entirety of the day so far to gather high above them.

Eleanor had stayed inside, at all times one to posture like she had some forbidden wisdom; but Leya had seen her from every side and every angle, even if she had a terrible tendency to be right. That was what originally got her there, after all… Eleanor’s wisdom.

She looked into the face of the black man she had given herself to. It was somehow thin and rugged at the same time, angular and sharp. Though he wasn’t as tall as Dominik or Jackson, he was taller than Leya, which her little white boyfriend couldn’t boast of.

Every time she looked at him, the contrast between them wouldn’t leave her mind; Jamal was tall and manly, Finn was short and wimpy in comparison, Jamal was well-hung and knew how to fuck her hard, Finn had a tiny little inchworm between his legs and couldn’t do the job, Jamal was black and handsome, Finn was mediocre white bread, Jamal was hard and tested by the streets, Finn was a soft little pussy.

Contemplating this, Leya stopped walking and turned to meet Jamal’s other hand in hers. “Kiss me,” she said, and he did. Each time their lips met, it was like an electric pulse running down her spine.

Their lips unlocked and they continued on their pace. The rest of the white sandy beach was basically empty. Ariana was out there somewhere, probably with her bull, Jackson. Jackson was the rugby star at their little school, towering and black and strong enough to make all the little whiteboys on the team cower and bend his whims, making Ariana the envy of many a white girl at their mostly snow-white college.

Leya wasn’t even aware she had a boyfriend she was cucking with him until meeting her at the cabin on arrival day. Eleanor was the only one she really knew there.

Her friend was a strange case, but lovably so. She had tried to get their entire friend group into the whole snowbunny cuckold lifestyle thing, talking on and on about how she had never experienced enough pleasure or the right sort of pleasure until she had been with Matty and all the doors that opened for her.

They didn’t even approve of her being with Matty at first–everyone wondered she was a weirdo, but that didn’t stop her. Eleanor had never been happier, especially once she cheated on her little sissy. A couple months later, she had Leya doing the same thing to Finn. But Finn was not Matty, and Leya was not Eleanor, so it was different.

The only thing that convinced her in the first place was Eleanor’s ecstasy upon discovering that the ‘stereotypes were true,’ as she said–that Leya could finally feel true pleasure as a woman if only she gave herself to a black man. Soon, she discovered her friend to be right.

She knew she should be thanking Eleanor, but she was just a little caught up in the throes of her lust at the moment. “Do you normally like beaches?” she heard Jamal ask her in his thick black voice from her right side.

“I prefer pools,” she said, reaching over to rub a hand down his washboard abs to the cock bulge in his red shorts, “Much more privacy there.” She straightened up and laughed with him.

She could feel herself getting more wet beneath her jean shorts the more she looked at him, the more she felt him there with her. It used to take Finn hours to get her the slightest bit wet–no exaggeration–and it was never worth it with his little pink three-incher.

That was really the deal-breaker. She thought why it was that she even stayed at that point.

“There ain’t nobody around,” Jamal said before turning to her with a full-toothed smile, “We could probably fuck right on the beach and nobody would notice.”

“Oh, I don’t want to get all dirty,” Leya said, genuinely. The pair kept walking.

“You white girls always gotta look pristine,” Jamal remarked to her.

As they walked on, they neared closer to the area of the beach that made up the front of the cabin. There wasn’t anyone around out there, either. The waves on the lake were coming in fast.

Beside where the water met the sand, a tiny white bird lay dead, its feathers in a mess and its wings crumpled and destroyed. Leya watched as a fat, furry, black cat prowled up to the bird carcass and tore into it with its unclipped claws.

It must have been a stray, left to its own devices to do as it wilt. The cat soon grasped the bird’s broken neck in its mouth and pounced away with it.

Leya and Jamal continued up the beach to return to the cabin, still holding hands. They stepped off the sand and onto the grass of the cabin’s lawn, and then up the three wooden steps to the door at the side of the cabin that led right to the beach below. Leya opened the door and they both stepped inside, Jamal closing it behind him.

Eleanor was sitting on the black leather couch closest to the window, the same one she had made Robin the house-cuck clean off the day before. She was reading some book, her eyes absolutely glued onto the page she held in front of her, in a fuzzy black vest and a fresh pair of fishnets beneath some dark purple athletic shorts.

Leya distinctly remembered Robin serving as her friend’s footrest when her and Jamal had originally left for their beach walk, but he was nowhere to be seen now.

“Eleanor, where’s that houseboy? I thought he was your footstool for the day,” she asked. She lingered on the floor as Jamal took a seat in one of the black leather chairs across from Eleanor’s couch.

“Oh, Natasha called him upstairs for something,” Eleanor answered casually before turning a page.

Leya squinted at her, but she didn’t even look up from her book in response. “You’re really gonna let her outdo you?” she pressed her friend, who she knew wasn’t the type to do so.

“It must have been important,” Eleanor sweetly responded in her high little voice. Leya just kept squinting at her. Finally, her eyes darted up for a moment.

“I’m trying to be conciliatory, Leya,” she said, louder this time, before looking back down to her book again. “Do you know what that means?” Her voice got a bit quieter again.

“Yeah, I know what it means,” Leya answered, rolling her eyes once she was sure Eleanor wasn’t looking.

“Mm,” was Eleanor’s only response.

Leya looked confusedly at Jamal, who just raised his arms in a long shrug. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, though, so she stepped over to the spiraling staircase and looked up. She heard the faintest of moans in the background, muffled by what must have been one of the doors up there.

“Eleanor, where are the others?” she asked.

“Dom went to get more food and shit,” Eleanor replied without looking up from her page, “I think Savannah and Damian went with him. Couldn’t tell you about the rest, though.”

Leya nodded and began ascending the stairs. She ran her fingers through her long light brown curls as she held the metal railing with her other hand. Step after step, the moans grew more and more audible.

Leya got a certain dark feeling in her stomach as she got higher and higher on the staircase; something wasn’t right. She finally reached the second floor and stepped across the hallway to the main bedroom door, the source of all the moaning.

Upon opening the door, Leya was greeted with the sight of Natasha getting roughly plowed down by Darius, her own bull, and none other than rugby star Jackson from both ends. Darius was holding her by her straight black locks and fucking her throat with the length of his black dick, and Jackson was kneeling on the bed behind her thrusting hard into her pussy to make her whole thick serpentine form shake back and forth.

All three of them were entirely stripped naked. Leya gasped as she saw it. At least they were doing it on Natasha’s bed, the second to the rightmost side which was Leya’s left as she was facing it.

Jackson looked up from Natasha’s bouncing ass and winked at Leya, thrusting all the way. “You’ve come for a taste of my famous black cock, white girl?” he asked her like he was unphased by the hot sex he was having, like it was any other day to him.

A lightning bolt went up Leya’s pussy and she tingled with arousal for a moment at this realization. One of Jackson’s big black hands landed on Natasha’s thick ass and she whelped a bit with Darius’s cock still in her throat. It was almost amazing how much this bitch could take.

Leya just stood there, stunned for many moments, until she noticed little Robin kneeling in the far corner, his wrists tied together in front of him in a prayer position and his mouth duct-taped like Natasha was holding him captive or something. His eyes were wet and his cheeks were reddened.

Leya finally stepped forward and sat on Eleanor’s bed beside Natasha’s. She looked up at Jackson and said, “While I do find you… impressive, I’m exclusive with my bull.”

He only laughed and said, “That’s what they all say, originally. Except this one here.” His strong hand came down hard on Natasha’s ass as he fucked her again.

“She’s here to take all that black cock,” Darius breathed heavily as she sucked him down. “Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned out through his dick before he shoved it deeper down her slutty little throat.

It was all truly impressive, especially Jackson with his massive, toned athletic create. He looked like a bigger, more manly, more godly, black version of Finn. It made her chuckle, but she didn’t forget herself.

She looked down at Natasha and said, “You know, it’s going to be a long two weeks for you here if you keep fucking everyone else’s bull.”

Natasha squinted back, nearly the full length Darius’s cock still down her throat, before he pulled it all out of her. It pointed up past her face like a long black spear of power.

She gasped out for a full gulp of open air and seethed back with lust, “I don’t give a fuck. I wanted to–agh–fuck him. I take what I want.” The black-haired little slut laughed in Leya’s face as her whole thick body rocked back and forth with Jackson’s athletic thrusts.

Her nails dug into the end of her bed and she said, “Whatever I want.” She then collapsed into a crescendo of glorious high moans as Jackson kept plowing her. Her face fell past her locks of jet black hair and into the bedding beneath her.

Leya said, “Ariana won’t be happy when she hears about this,” and stood up on her feet again.

“You ain’t gonna tell her a thing,” Jackson said, as if to call her bluff. He only forced Natasha’s wide ass further back onto his cock in that moment. Leya was somewhere between disgusted by the betrayal and aroused by the whole masculine display of it all.

She crossed over behind Darius and towards Robin, hoping to figure out this whole cuckold thing a little better. Her time here had to be good for something beyond just being with Jamal, though she was beginning to think she really loved him.

The little houseboy seemed to cower even more as she approached him, towering high above him as he knelt there meekly on the floor. His wet, beady little blue eyes looked right up at her.

Her lips curled into a sadistic grin above him. “Loser,” she said, and a tear fell from his left eye into the duct-tape that bound his mouth.

Leya leant down close to the little maid-boy and wrapped a hand around his back to lay her fingers on the top of his head. She turned him to face the action happening a couple beds over.

“You like watching this, huh?” To her near surprise, the little cuck nodded his head up and down in her grasp. “Why is that? Just that pathetic and weak?” Her voice was low and quiet, so it must have sounded so sinister to this little wimp.

Natasha continued to moan on Jackson’s lengthy black cock in front of them. After some moments of hesitation, Robin nodded his pathetic little head again as more tears left his eyes. “You’d best enjoy yourself, then,” Leya said into his ear.

“Let’s get him involved,” Jackson bellowed before shoving Natasha forward, off of his cock, and giving her ass a final smack with his open hand. She squealed out like the dirty little slut they all knew her to be.

Leya stood up straight and guided Robin forward, around the first bed to the side of the second, her grasp still firmly on his head. She planted him right below Jackson’s massive black cock so that with his hands bound on his chest, it looked like he prayed to its magnificence.

Leya laughed, just before Jackson looked down at her and said, “Jerk my cock off on this cuck-boy’s face.”

Leya looked up at him with great recalcitrance, her hazel eyes at first disapproving and slowly shifting towards acceptance. She smiled again, and her hands quickly darted towards the opportunity to touch the black star’s dick, which outdid even Jamal’s.

It was the longest, thickest, blackest dick she’d ever seen, and now she was touching it; she was really running her little white fingers up and down his shaft, with both hands.

Cuck-boy Robin looked up at Jackson, teary-eyed and wimpy as he was. Soon enough, Jackson was grunting his way to orgasm in Leya’s newfound grasp. The cum shot out white and thick onto Robin’s waiting face, one burst after another, until both of his pale cheeks were wet with both tears and black bull cum.

Some of it splurged onto the duct-tape over his weak little mouth, as well, and spilled over to stain his little maid’s dress. She couldn’t tell if he was grateful for this, or even more dismayed by it.

Jackson’s freshly milked cock fell limper and limper in between Leya’s hands, but she didn’t let go. Looking down at this weakling she had painted with this godly black man’s cum, she heaved in a sigh of power and realized just how good it all made her feel; she felt like a goddess, she felt like Eleanor.

Jackson turned to Natasha and gave her ass, which was still laid flat and open for him, another slap. “You’re a real race traitor, aren’t you?” he asked her, like it was a rhetorical question.

“Ohh yes, I am,” the little whore said back to him.

It was almost impressive to Leya how her body wasn’t quivering from all the fucking she had been doing the past two days straight. She wanted to be a real race traitor, too, if that’s what it meant.

“You let that dry on you, now,” Jackson ordered Robin, who nodded his little head up and down again, but not too hard.

Leya rubbed her hands up and down Jackson’s still-long cock again. Then, a gasp was heard from the doorway out of all of their sight.

Leya turned to her right side to see Ariana there, covering her lips with her right hand, her blue eyes wider than she had ever seen them be. She quickly let go of Jackson’s cock and threw her hands loose at her sides.

Jackson shifted to step off of the bed and pull his shorts from the floor back over his legs. “Babygirl!” he said, but Ariana whined and whisked around to leave.

As Jackson rushed after her, Natasha raised her head off of the bed and rolled her eyes far back.

“When will they learn?” she said, annoyed.

Leya stood up straight on her feet and looked down on the whore again. “You’re a goddamned slut,” she spat at her like venom.

“I know,” Natasha said with an almost undeniably tantalizing grin. Leya turned to go after Ariana and Jackson–and to potentially admonish Eleanor for letting all this happen, if she was still around–but not without glancing down at Darius’s still-naked black dick.

It was still around twice the size of Finn’s, for example, even though it was now soft and hanging down past his equally superior black nuts. Without staring too long, she left the big bedroom and shut the door behind her. She could still hear that whore Natasha laughing back there.

It was silent outside the room, though. Then, she realized she couldn’t even text Ariana, as they had all left their phones behind for the trip; apparently it was a rule of the Spades Business. She bet they hadn’t planned for things like this to happen.

Leya descended the spiraling stairs and saw Eleanor and Jamal right down in the lounge where she’d left them. Still no sign of Ariana and Jackson, though.

She stepped down the stairs carefully but swift and went between Eleanor and Jamal’s respective seats, standing straight and tall above them. “Where did they go?” she asked first of all.

“Out the door,” Jamal answered while Eleanor just turned another page of her book, unphased and unmoved by it all. “You want me to go after them?” he asked Leya.

She just stood there a second before shaking her head no. She crossed her arms on her chest and turned to Eleanor.

“How could you let this happen?” she asked her pointedly. Her heart was starting to race.

Eleanor just sat there, stone cold and imperious as ever. “What do you mean?” she asked back, her voice soft and high, as if she didn’t know.

A strange second passed between them. “Oh, right.” Her brown eyes came up from her page finally, and she inhaled deeply.

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from being with Matty, and I have learned a lot from her, it’s that people need to be hurt in order to become better.”

That was it? That was her answer? Leya was dissatisfied.

“Even girls like that? She’s not you, Eleanor. She’s practically a child compared to you.”

“She’s older than me, isn’t she?” Eleanor replied as if she were dumber than she was and tilted her head to one side lightly.

Leya was still a bit disarmed by the question, and couldn’t think of an answer beyond the fact that Ariana was probably older than Eleanor, the freshman.

“Maybe this will make her more like me,” Eleanor said, her eyes locked onto Leya now.

“So that’s it? Anything just to make people ‘better,’ according to you? To make people more like yourself.” Leya’s arms stayed crossed at her chest and her heartbeat stayed quickened.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was so entirely calm it was frosty. She was just like the gray summer sky outside.

“Whatever it takes,” she said, the words like ice out of her lips. “The people at the Spades Camp know it. It’s not too late for everyone to find out.”

She straightened the book still open in her hands and then straightened her head again, sinking comfortably back into the black leather of the couch. Leya’s arms fell to her sides.

After a pause, Eleanor asked, “Did you touch it, too?”

Leya turned away from her friend and felt her cheeks grow redder. She just stared at the wooden wall ahead of her in that moment. She felt Jamal’s gaze turn to her and stare into her heart as if he already knew the answer to the question that had been posed to her.

Leya seized the moment and turned to him before he could say anything. “Come on,” she said, “Let’s go find Ariana and make sure she’s alright.”

She started towards the front door, knowing he would follow, and that he did soon after. She was gonna make this right again, even if it came at that whore Natasha’s expense.