Forced to Watch 2: The Return of the Breeder

By Natalia Darque

Mark Dubose, who is active in the swinging “lifestyle” in Dallas with his beautiful wife Lisa, meets a local celebrity, a famous football player. Knowing that his wife secretly fantasizes about having sex with a black man, Mark arranges an introduction. Mark quickly finds his wife impregnated by this black celebrity, who also displays a darker side bent on not only breeding his wife, but causing Mark’s humiliation through any means at his disposal.
After his wife gives birth to a child that surprises only the doctor by being black, Mark struggles in this chapter of the Forced to Watch saga with the return of Tony, his sinister antagonist. Unsure of himself and what to do, watch as Mark struggles with the decisions of how to handle this difficult conflict between a man, the woman he loves, and another man bent on intruding into their lives and causing trouble by leaving behind the one thing that they cannot explain to their family and neighbors: His DNA.

All characters are 18+. Contains scenes of graphic sex, including interracial sex, multiple partners, lactation, humiliation and much more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darque of Night Publishing
• Release date: Aug 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476300764

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Forced to Watch 2:

The Return of the Breeder

By Natalia Darque

Published by Natalia Darque at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Natalia Darque

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Chapter One

I woke up with a start. At least as much of a start as one could manage after being knocked unconscious. I looked down. My son Chris, or rather the son of one of the black man that had just invaded my home, slept peacefully in my lap as I sat leaned against the wall of the entry foyer of our house.

Groggy from the blow to my face, I shook the cobwebs out to try to make sense of my surroundings. Then I heard Lisa’s voice. The last thing I remembered was hearing her begin to scream. That was nearly my only conscious thought as I came to. I heard the sound of her voice, crying out repeatedly, not saying anything in particular, just letting out a sharp repetitive cry.

I recognized the sound well. It was not one of distress, but rather one of passion. She was in ecstasy. I heard a buzz of voices coming from my upstairs bedroom.

Carefully cradling Chris, I rose onto wobbly knees. Finally getting myself erect with the snoozing infant still in my arms, I lurched unsteadily down the hall to Chris’s room, where I placed him in his crib. Flipping the lever of the lock, I locked Chris in his bedroom as I realized I had to deal with the situation upstairs.

I patted my pocket and realized that my key chain was not in my pants. I walked, like a punch-drunk prizefighter and found my key chain on the bar in our kitchen. I then went across the house and quietly crept up the staircase, carefully avoiding the two steps that I knew would let out an audible creak if I stepped on them. It was essential that I be stealthy since I was outnumbered five to one.

At the top of the stairs, my eyes latched onto the gun cabinet. Behind sliding glass doors was a collection of shotguns and rifles.