I looked over her frail, bookish form with practiced disinterest. On the inside, I was thrilled, ecstatic even, but that wouldn't be fitting. I was the Queen of Spades, and this was my Court. My Pleasure Dungeon. A place where women could explore their Darkest fantasies safely and under my supervision. I had to maintain a powerful demeanor. I founded the Court of Spades so that women would have a place to go to make their wildest dreams come true.

"Tell me girl, why have you come to the Court of Spades?" I asked, trying to maintain a disconnected, authoritative tone.

The mousy brunette blushed and looked away.

"I uh... Well, my fiance and I were..." She stammered, nervously playing with the ends of her bob-cut and glancing around the dimly lit basement that served as the main playroom for the Court.

She reminded me of a doe caught out on the interstate. Or one of those Gazelles on the Nature Channel, right before the Lion gets it. Her bright eyes locked on the mattress sitting in the middle of the room, and grew wide.

"Is... Is that where you do it?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sometimes." I replied, "It really depends on the member's fantasy. Which brings us back to my question, what can the Court of Spades do for you miss...?"

"Mary Anne" She interjected.

"Mary Anne, pretty name. Now, how can we help?" I asked.

"Well, my fiance's family is really racist, and we hate that, but they're paying for the wedding..." She said, then she leaned in towards me, "He's a... You know... He wants to watch me do it with other men."

I smiled, I have a lot of experience with cuckolds. Our primary cameraman was my husband after all.

"So, where is the lucky cuck?" I asked.

"He's finishing up the preparations for the wedding, I'm here to make him a wedding present." She said, still whispering.

"Well, anything you can dream up, I can set up, but services are members only." I said, my imagination in overdrive, trying to guess what sort of twisted fantasy she could have.

"Our money is more or less tied up in marital things, we're trying to get a house, and there's the honeymoon... I'm just a librarian you know?" She said, her big brown eyes welling up with tears.

I hate seeing people cry, well, those kind of tears anyway.

"Look, you're out of state, so instead of membership fees, and dues and everything, I'll just charge you for the filming services. Call everything else a wedding present from the Court." I said, trying not to show how unusual this was.

At this, she jumped up from the folding chair and threw her arms around me.

"I can't thank you enough, William will be so happy!" She cried.

"Alright..." I said, pushing her away and pulling my notepad from my handbag, "Walk me through what you want to do, and I'll set it up for this Friday."

"I uh... It's just..." She said, turning red and covering her face with her hands.

"If you don't tell me, I can't make it happen." I said, offering a consoling smile.

"I just don't want to sound like a whore." She whispered after a long pause, her face still hidden.

"The Virgin/Whore complex was invented by insecure men to shame women out of taking control of our bodies. The entire point of this club is to break those psychological shackles and help women embrace their sexual liberation. There is no shame, only pleasure." I said, especially proud of the last part.

It would make a great slogan for the Court. I was thinking about getting shirts and hats made with the line on it, when she dropped a bombshell.

"But... I *am* a virgin." She whimpered.

My jaw dropped. We'd never had a virgin in the club before. This was going to be interesting.

"You want to record yourself getting your V-Card punched by a black man, and give the video to your husband on your wedding day?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Well, not exactly." She whispered, moving closer to me again, "I want it to be three black men, and I want to be used, and degraded. I want to be really destroyed."

I was starting to think that I was finally out of my depth. I thought I had seen it all, but this was pretty extreme. It's not like I had any room to judge. I ran a fetish swinger's club that specialized in very rough interracial.

"Oh, and I'm going to be wearing my wedding dress." She added, almost as an afterthought.

I stared at her silently for a long while, then I looked back down at my notebook.

"I've never had to ask this before, but are you sure?" I asked hesitantly.

She took a moment, then locked eyes with me.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." She said, showing a surprising amount of confidence.

"It's just, this is a bit extreme for a first time, I don't want you to get hurt. Then there's the bit about the dress..." I said, still trying to wrap my head around everything.

"Oh, the dress was Will's idea." She said smiling sheepishly.

"Really?" I asked, starting to grin.

"Yeah, when I told him about the present, he said I should do it in the dress to make it extra filthy. He said that we should tear down marriage if we were going to redefine it." She said, her eyes lighting up with a perverse joy that seemed infectious.

"Alright, there are some forms you need to fill out, and then I'll get you set up for Friday." I said, my grin growing wolfish as the bent appeal started to grow on me.

"Make sure you get me the roughest guys you can." She said, grinning ear to ear.

"Don't worry honey, the Court of Spades will take care of you." I said, knowing first hand it was true.

Over the week I made some phone calls. Darnell was unavailable, which was fine, I'm not really fond of sharing him, but Tremaine was free and he promised to bring some friends in for an interview. We ran the interview on Wednesday and it went better than I could have expected. One of the guys, J-Dog, was a linebacker for the College team Tremaine did film-work for, we'd met before. The other guy, Geoffrey, was one of Tremaine's oldest friends. I'd interviewed him before, but he never seemed to be a good match until now. His relative inexperience would do wonders for setting our girl at ease.

With our cast filled out, I sat down with Tremaine to make sure the shoot would go as smooth as possible.

"We have a tub of water-based lube, three Knaves and three stationary cameras, do we need anything else?" He asked, working his way through our inventory in his head.

"We're going to need a vibrator, and I really wish we had a dynamic camera, but with you participating, we'll be short a cameraman." I said.

"I'm not backing out of this shoot, Shi, I miss out on enough back there." He said, shaking his head so hard his dreads swung.

"I wouldn't ask you to, besides, I need you to keep them in line, but you know I can't work those cameras for shit." I pleaded.

"I could teach you, if you'd like." He suggested calmly.

"No way, Tre, I'm not going down that rabbit hole." I said in vain.

"Well, Shy, we could always call-" I cut him off, we're not calling him. Not now. Not for this.

So I spent the rest of the week learning how to work a camera like a person. Tremaine was a great teacher, but there was a reason I had waited so long to learn from him. He had an easy, awkward confidence and a big cock, my weaknesses. We became distracted quite a few times before I mastered the art of keeping stuff in focus, but I got some great practice... With the camera.

Friday came, and Mary Anne showed up in full wedding garb, veil included. The dress was breathtaking, it did great things to her. It hugged her small curves, showed off what little bust she had and quite literally made her look like a princess of the fairy-tale variety. Tremaine met her at the door. He and the rest of the Knaves were dressed in black suits. He took her by the hand and gave a courteous bow before leading her to the mattress in the center of the room. I stifled a giggle and started the camera.

"My name is Mary Anne, and I'm not wearing any underwear." she said into the camera, flashing a devious smile.

The Knaves unzipped in practiced unison, and pulled out their huge black cocks, waving them suggestively. All semblance of the shy girl I had met a week ago was gone, she dropped to her knees and went to work. She took the biggest one, J-Dog's, in both hands and started to play with it curiously. Squeezing and stroking it, feeling its weight in her hands. She was breathing heavy, her face flushed with excitement, and she brought the tip into her mouth. I let her play for a few minutes, tasting them each in turn. She was a natural really, but that's not what she came here for. She wanted to be destroyed, and the Court would deliver.

"Mary Anne, the safe word tonight is Jingle-Bells, failing that just give a thumbs-down to the camera." I said in my best authoritative voice.

She looked into the camera and grinned ear to ear.

"Tell your husband what you're here for today." Tre said, pointing at the camera.

"I'm here to get fucked by three big, black cocks." She said, giggling madly.

"Alright, action" I said, wishing that we had bought a clapperboard.

No sooner than the word had left my mouth, T-Dog grabbed the back of her head and stuffed his cock into her mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise but I could tell this was what she was waiting for. Tremaine and Geoffrey pulled her dress down to expose her tits and started groping her roughly. I knew the stationary cameras would catch the groping, so I kept my focus on her face. T-Dog, for all of his considerable gifts, lacked nuance. There was no style, no build-up. He went zero-to-sixty, hammering her throat like he worked in construction. In seconds, her eyes were brimming with tears. I glanced at her hands, checking for the safe-sign, but they were gripping the sheets in ecstasy.

Tremaine pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and smiled, waving it at the camera. I blushed, this was my fault and I was thrilled. T-Dog stopped jackhammering Mary Anne's face. He lifted her veil, and wiped his spit-glossed cock across her face, ruining her make-up. I zoomed the camera in on his cock, taking care to catch the smears of red lipstick that ran along its incredible length and how much of it she had taken. Geoffrey pulled her onto her back, and moved her hair and veil back. Tremaine took the sharpie and began writing on her. First was "Black Power" across her chest. Then he drew an Ace of Spades over her heart. While he was busy, Geoffrey moved to her legs and pulled her dress up around her waist. Taking his own sharpie, he wrote "Black Cock Only" on the inside of her left leg, with an arrow pointing to her pussy. J-Dog grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back, and wrote "feed me black seed" on her forehead with several arrows leading to her mouth. Geoffrey wasn't done though, he kissed his way up her leg making her squirm. He flicked his tongue against her clit a few times, and wrote "Undiscovered Territory" over her slit.

"Time to plant my flag" Geoffrey said to the camera, chuckling and grabbing the lube.

Geoffrey, big as he was, was the smallest of the three, so he would be the easiest for her to take. That said, he would still be a hell of an endeavor for a virgin. For a moment, I was genuinely worried for her.

He poured the lube on liberally, then squirted it onto his hand and started working his fingers inside her. She moaned loud, twisting the sheets up in her clenched fists. I trained the camera on her curling toes and moved it slowly over her body, watching it arch as he carefully worked his fingers around. She was moaning and mewling loudly.

"You're getting too vanilla here, ramp it up." I said in my best "Queen of Spades" voice.

"The Queen's right." J-Dog said, stroking his massive meat, "Tre, shut this Slut up."

Tremaine obliged, stuffing his hard cock into her mouth. He was on his knees, and with one hand grabbing her hair and the other on her throat, he began fucking her face viciously.

"Stick your fucking tongue out bitch!" Tremaine demanded.

I had been coaching him to be rougher, and it was paying off in spades, if you'll excuse the pun. I'm not going to say that he sounded entirely convincing to me, but I figured Mary-Anne and her new Husband wouldn't know the difference.

She did as he commanded, and it looked great on camera. Geoffrey went to the table to get a vibrator, mumbling something about her still being too tight, and J-Dog set to work with another sharpie. He wrote "i love guzzling black cum" on her shoulder, dotting the "i" with a little heart. Then just as Geoffrey returned, he wrote "no white meat allowed" on her right leg. He also drew several crude dicks on her little tits, each complete with a spray of cum coming out. Geoffrey slid the lubricated vibrator into her slowly, easing it in before turning it on. When it started up, she screamed into Tremaine's hard cock. Tremaine pulled out, laughing.

"Yeah, that's right bitch. You think you're screaming now, you just wait." he said, slapping his hard cock on her face.

"Yeah, you wait till I put this all up in you." J-Dog said, laughing as he slapped his thick rod on her tits.

"I... I want it." She gasped "Please..."

J-Dog didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed her legs, turned her towards him and slid his massive meat into her little pussy. She screamed. Her pale face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"God... It hurts so good." She moaned, her whole body twisting as he slid into her slowly, working the bulk of his girth inside her.

"Yes yes yes yes yes." She said, gasping out the words between mingled squeaks of pleasure and pain.

"I hereby conquer this virgin territory in the name of Black Cock." J-Dog said, picking up speed.

He took her legs and lifted them over his shoulders. She was clawing at the mattress and moaning low now, eyes rolling back in her head with every body-shaking orgasm. He pressed her legs up higher and higher, bending her almost in half. Her knees touched her ears, and he drove that massive meatstick into her again and again.

"Hey Shi, do we get to fuck this one in the ass?" Tremaine asked innocently.

"It's not in the paperwork..." I said, motioning to her release forms.

"God yes, fuck my ass, fuck my little white ass!" She screamed suddenly.

"That's what I'm talkin' bout." J-Dog shouted, pulling out of her and flipping her over on her stomach in one movement. Geoffrey pushed him aside, lining himself up with her.

"This one's mine man, I've waited enough." I handed Tremaine the camera and rushed over to get her forms. She checked the "Anal" box while Geoffrey wrote "Black Property" right above her ass. J-Dog took the sharpie from him, and wrote "dumb white ho" on her left ass cheek. Then I took the sharpie, and wrote "Break my little ass" on her right. Once she had initialed her check-box, Geoffrey started lubing up and fingering her ass. I took the camera back, and Tremaine laid down on the mattress. She climbed onto him, taking his big dick with no small amount of effort. She started riding, and as soon as she found a rhythm, Geoffrey slid his cock into her ass. She screamed this time, louder than ever before. Screaming aside though, she was a trooper, bucking her hips against his thick cock and bouncing on Tremaine at the same time.

She would have screamed herself hoarse if J-Dog hadn't seen fit to thrust his meat in her mouth again. Keeping the camera trained on her, I walked around the action, making sure to catch every angle. I wanted to make sure that her hubby didn't miss one second of all her little holes being stuffed with big black cock. She was riding Tremaine like a pro, and rocking her hips back to take every inch of Geoffrey's long rod. J-Dog had her by the hair, and was fucking her face rhythmically, keeping time with her own riding. They all worked well together. It was beautiful to watch. Geoffrey grabbed her bunched up dress, pulling it like reins as he pumped his cock in her ass over and over again. She screamed again and again into J-Dog's huge girth, her mascara running black tears down her cheeks obscuring several of J-Dog's arrows.

After a while, I could see the guys slowing down, their thrusts becoming longer and more deliberate. It was moneyshot time. I tapped J-Dog on the shoulder and he pulled out.

Bringing the camera in for a close-up on her face, I asked "You ready to eat some black cum?"

She coughed and sputtered, but when she caught her breath she looked up into the camera.

"Yes, yes please!" She moaned.

This was their cue, Geoffrey pulled out, Tremaine lifted her off of him and stood up as well. They stood around her, waving their big wet cocks in her face. She didn't take her eyes off the camera though and put on her best pouty face for her husband.

"Feed her, boys.." I commanded, as she squirmed and batted her eyes.

Unable to restrain himself further, Tremaine shot his cum on the side of her face. Then Geoffrey stepped in front of her, opened her mouth with his thumb, and shot a hot load directly into it. She diligently swallowed every drop, taking his cock in her hands and milking out the rest onto the tip of her tongue. J-Dog was behind her, and he grabbed her hair, pulled her head back laughing.

"You like that black cum, white girl?" She was about to answer when he flipped her veil back over her face, and shot a huge load onto it, square between her eyes. Then he took one big hand and rubbed the cum into her hair.

"Mazel tov, bitch." He said as he zipped up.

Tremaine leaned into the shot, looked into the camera and smiled.

"Congratulations on your marriage." He said, giving two thumbs-up.

"Yeah, you're a lucky guy, to have a girl who will do this for you." Geoffrey said respectfully.

"What do you say?" I said, focusing the camera on her face again.

"Thank you Queen Shiloh. Thank you all so much... and thank you Will." She said, grinning ear to cum-covered ear.

I turned the camera off and helped her to the shower room. While she was washing up, I packed the dress up in a dry-cleaning bag and sat down to do my performance notes. Tremaine had earned a rise in the ranks, not just for tonight, but for teaching me to use the camera. J-Dog would probably stay a knave, it's hard to tell if he would ever progress. Geoffrey on the other hand, did amazing for his first time. I made a note to assign him to more clients and closed the book.

When Mary Anne finished in the shower, I gave her a Court of Spades t-shirt and a skirt that hadn't fit me since high school. She wasn't going to be around long enough to justify giving her the Court's membership jewelry. She thanked me again, and again, and I did my best to reassure her that she was welcome anytime she was in town but that next time she'd have to pay membership fees. I had the Court to think about, we're not a charity after all. The membership fees pay for STD tests, toys and lube for everyone.

The boys came upstairs, everyone hugged, said their goodbyes and she left. I got an email from her a few months later saying that it went better than she could have hoped. Her husband had loved it and their wedding night was hotter than she could have imagined. She also said they would be visiting as soon as they could to shoot another video and that he wanted to be in it. That went great too, but that's another story.