Blacked Starlet

By Fatima X

“One trip is all you need!”

The website promised this in utterly brilliant lettering. Magnificent pictures of a veritable paradise filled Emily’s home screen. Picture after picture of pristine beaches, untouched sands, delightful cabana houses... Smiling, beautiful women associated with impressive men. It did seem that most of said men happened to be natives, but that just made the whole resort that much more progressive... Native owned, native operated, as it were. They promised complete satisfaction and had absolutely glowing reviews.

After the year Emily Walton was having, she needed it. Back-to-back film projects, followed by an NGO speech, followed by talks of her upcoming book... The actress/model/activist was about to collapse! Fortunately, one of her agents had referred her to the Ebon Isle Resort. The resort had been most enthusiastic to have Emily on board. They said she was precisely the clientele they catered toward and made it abundantly clear that she would want for nothing. Two weeks had been booked immediately, with the best amenities the resort could provide.

...None of which explained Emily's current mood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fatima X
• Release date: Mar 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463817445

Fatima X

Fatima X is a deranged sadist who adores extreme raceplay stories. She has been writing for close to two decades and only in the past two years began publishing her evil works of art. She loves hearing from fans and which stories they enjoy as she focuses on tailoring to her audience.

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Blacked Starlet

An erotic tale with themes of white submission, black dominance, interracial, humiliation, mind control, and seduction.

Author: Fatima X

Published by Darkest Taboo Press

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This story is intended for adult readership and concerns explicit sexual and cultural themes. It may include infidelity, domination/submission, unprotected sex, pregnancy risk, cuckold humiliation. This is purely taboo erotic fiction and in no way, represents the real world in past, present, or future.

© 2017 by Fatima X. All rights reserved.

Blacked Starlet

One trip is all you need!

The website promised this in utterly brilliant lettering. Magnificent pictures of a veritable paradise filled Emily’s home screen. Picture after picture of pristine beaches, untouched sands, delightful cabana houses... Smiling, beautiful women associated with impressive men. It did seem that most of said men happened to be natives, but that just made the whole resort that much more progressive... Native owned, native operated, as it were. They promised complete satisfaction and had absolutely glowing reviews.

After the year Emily Walton was having, she needed it. Back-to-back film projects, followed by an NGO speech, followed by talks of her upcoming book… The actress/model/activist was about to collapse! Fortunately, one of her agents had referred her to the Ebon Isle Resort. The resort had been most enthusiastic to have Emily on board. They said she was precisely the clientele they catered toward and made it abundantly clear that she would want for nothing. Two weeks had been booked immediately, with the best amenities the resort could provide.

…None of which explained Emily's current mood.

Three flights and lost luggage went created that mood. The frazzled Brit stood in the luxurious lobby, unable to enjoy any of it for stress. She had her phone in hand, but her charger had been tucked away in a bag. Emma wouldn't be able to contact anyone, and she did sort of need to. Worse, she was down to just what she was wearing now; a traveling outfit that looked, well, like it had been worn through three flights. The rumpled t-shirt and sweats did nothing for Miss Walton's trim figure. Nor did lack of sleep or turbulence help her frizzed light brown hair or help the slight circles under her sharp brown eyes. She still looked like the girl next door model she was, but she also looked in need of a vacation.

All I want is my luggage. She said, trying to speak with the worker behind the counter. Said worker was black, and Emily wouldn't precisely say she was racist; she'd found the whole islander thing intriguing, but she also didn't have too much experience with ‘those people’. She gave them a pleading look. I know you said there were amenities, but I had several expensive outfits in there... My swimsuit, she let out a groan, My phone charger... This was certainly not the start of the brilliant vacation and life-changing experience she wanted. One trip would be all she needed: Emily would be eager to get back home at this rate.

The small charter boat had fine amenities, expensive champagne and wine flowing. The drinks were low in proof but loaded with fertility drugs and subtle aphrodisiacs. Ebon Isle had the subversive procedures down... Too much of the hypnotic drug would make the changes short lived.

They would ensure the old Emily Walton would never leave the island.

As she complained at the desk, the resort's general manager Malik St. Paul approached from behind. The tall handsome older man was in a light-yellow suit, a spade shaped lapel pin decorating his blazer. The tall man towered over the small lithe Emily, subtly smirking down at her.

Miss Walton, I came down from my office the moment I heard you arrived... Solomon tells me your luggage was lost? Why, you have my deepest apologies for this situation. Come... Let me personally ensure your needs are met. The gentleman told her, his dark chocolate eyes locking on hers a moment. Malik was articulate, but his accent had a very slight islander drawl.

Follow me... I will have extra amenities comp'd for this awful inconvenience. Let's get you out of those clothes and see if we can't procure you a charger for your phone...? The ebony Adonis suggested. Malik was more toned than muscular, but his broad shoulders were accented by the perfectly fitted suit.

The walk to her villa was only a few minutes on the well sanded smooth boardwalk, a canopy overhead granting them shade as they walked. The sun was oppressively hot, but the smell of the clean air... White sand... Tropical lush greenery... It was so much to take in. The check in was a small check point in the circular resort. In the center was a large building for socializing with other guests or enjoying a gourmet meal.

Walking along the boardwalk, some couples and individuals could be seen resting and lounging on benches, expensive beach blankets, and enjoying the large pool. So many handsome and muscular black males... Their arms around white females who stared at them adoringly. There were some white men... Often less attractive, most of them looking on at the interracial couples.

Pulling out his master keycard, he opened the door to the lavish little villa. Fresh fruit awaited her on the table... The most expensive liquors on a large rack. The refrigerator was already filled with the snacks she preferred - her personal assistant ensuring all of the right items were listed on the manifest, so they would be present in her room upon arrival.

The personal trainer you requested will arrive at 8am promptly. I'm told you also would be interested in playing tennis...? Dario is our resort champion and a worthy opponent. Malik explained, his eyes searching the room to ensure everything was perfect. Like all VIPs, months of preparation went into the stay... Multiple ebony gods available to seduce Emily and awaken the true Ms. Walton. All while she consumed more and more of the aphrodisiacs... Enjoyed music and videos filled with subliminal messages to re-wire her lovely mind. The simple act of being surrounded by superior men being worshiped by white females like her would have a subconscious impact...

Tonight, there will be dancing in the lounge. The general manager added, opening a walk in closet in the villa.

Inside were revealing dresses in many colors. The swimsuits were even more revealing.

Malik pulled out an outfit for tennis and working with her personal trainer. There are dozens of different shoes for you... You will find our style on the isle is more... Revealing... Than the mainland. The man said with a coy smirk. ...However, we celebrate beauty here and dress in such a way to abandon the slut shaming, anti-woman culture... He explained.

I will get on the phone and see if we can have a charger brought in... May I take your phone for now, so I can find out what kind it needs...? The man asked, eager to rob her of her only means of communicating with the mainland. He would ensure it was 'lost' until the end