Blacked Mind Control – Pumpkin Spice (Part I)

By Fatima X

Racist Senator Graham's naive white daughter attends a party at the infamous all-black Zeta Beta frat with her bestie Becky. What she doesn't know is there is a new strain of weed known as 'Pumpkin Spice' for it's extreme mind altering effects on white girls.

Watch her slowly succumb to the evil machinations of the Black New World Order (BNWO)!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fatima X
• Release date: Dec 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463224915

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 Mind Control – Pumpkin Spice (Part I)

A story about Black Domination, White Submission, Interracial Sex, Breeding, Hard Raceplay, Cuckolding, Mind Control

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.

© 2019 by Fatima X. All rights reserved.

Blacked Mind Control – Pumpkin Spice (Part I)

Becky Graham pressured her hard as they climbed out of an uber. The older 21-year-old blonde was short and lithe, insisting the other upper-class southern girl came along.

Becky was a friend on and off campus - a former Alabama governor’s granddaughter. A proper escort for Senator lee’s daughter. However, the white girl was a ‘wild child’. She pretended to be sweet and conservative backed home, but on campus she spent more time partying than studying - the opposite of her 18-year-old friend.

God, you’re so boring sometimes! she declared, smoothing her hands over her short pink skirt. It was accented by her saw through long sleeve shirt showing her black bra underneath.

The lyrics were unintelligible, but loud music was coming from the Zeta Beta frat house. The all black fraternity was infamous for its wild parties. The bass vibrated the building as they approached the front door.

Above was a creamy white ornately carved archway. Becky pushed the doorbell, turning to make sure her friend she pressured did not flee.

A sly smile was on her pink painted lips.

It took months of coaxing, the blonde finally making her friend acquiesce once midterms were over to joined her for a fun night.

Only on the ride over did she mention it was at a frat. Even worse? A black frat. Her racist father and white boyfriend would be livid if they knew.

Why were you being a pain.? you’re not racist, were you…? she asked, trying to use her white guilt to make her hush about reservations.

To say there's consternation in the younger, bookish brunette companion would be an understatement. Katelyn hadn't gone so far as to pitch herself bodily out the door of the car when the location of tonight's party went to light, but she had sorely considered it. Zeta beta was exactly the sort of placed that she's been warned against for her entire life! Frats were bad enough, but a black frat? it'll probably be nothing but rap music and who knows what? Fried chicken? she blinks at the building, correcting herself internally as Becky's accusation flies. An urban frat.

No, I just -- she starts, fumbling for an excuse as she fumbles with her boyfriend's logo-emblazoned school letter jacket. After a whole heap of encouragement, Becky had eventually convinced the studious young woman that a particular blue halter top would go well with a too-short black skirt, and though Katelyn's ensemble was definitely more conservative than her hard-partying