As you look around you remember what happened. You were wearing a super tight tube top, and your best pair of low riding 'fuck me' jeans, the back of which showed off your Jack of Spades tramp stamp. You and your sister had just gotten out of a concert. You hadn't serviced a Negro for more than four days in hopes that you could go backstage and serve the band's lead singer. Then he could scan your genome and he could have seen how devoted you were. But there were several Nigglets (Half Breed slaves) who arrived back stage just before you and he chose them instead. Saddened you made your way to the bus stop and none of the Negros you encountered were gracious enough to respond. And stopping to beg had been a mistake. Just as you rounded the corner to see the bus stop, the bus started driving off. "Wait! Wait for me!" You shouted, running after it, but the white bus driver just continued on. "Fucking worthless MilkSkin!" you shouted, the racial slur echoing off the surrounding buildings. "Jesus, you wanna say that louder? What if there were some Defiants hiding around here?" your sister responded, panting as she caught up, her see through top doing nothing to conceal her D cups shaking. "No wonder why the busses are always late in this place..." you mumble before you start walking down the street. Your sister caught up to you, wrapping her arm around yours and matching pace. "Now now, little brother, some jobs are just beneath Negros, besides..." she leaned in close and whispered. "What else would old ugly MilkSkins do to pass the time?" You both laughed as you kept walking, the street lights guiding you towards home.
As you finally arrived in the neighborhood just a few blocks from your home, suddenly you heard wailing sirens. From an alley you just walked past, a police car slid into view. The moment you saw it you started to tingle all over, your sister trembling even more. As it stopped, two officers stepped out of the vehicle then walked into the view of the headlights. It was a man, Officer Wilson, and a shemale, Officer Carter, their ebony skin making the light around them shine like a glowing aura. Officer Wilson approached a few more steps, the sight of his strong muscles barely being contained by his shirt, his broad shoulders and wide jaw making your deflated cock start to stir. "You two... out this late? And here I thought you were some of the good ones." he said. You stepped forward on shaky knees and knelt down in front of him. "We are Mr Negro, I promise we are... we just missed our bus back from the concert." As you got close, his watch rang out several tones. Leaning down he placed it on your skin and it showed a red colored readout of 0% "Oh my god, you are completely deficient. Do you know how bad this is, Boy?" Your sister laughed, but soon stopped when Officer Carter's watch started going off similarly. As Carter placed her watch on your sister, she shook her head. "Now there ain't no excuse for you being out of quota, you got a whole year, Girl. " "I'm so sorry Miss Negro, I thought I was good until the 23rd." "Oh honey, 23rd just ended an hour ago." Your sister also dropped to her knees, kissing Officer Carter's shoes. The two Officers chuckling as they looked down at you, groveling so pathetically. Officer Wilson reached down, lifting your face. "Now normally, I'd have to drag you into the station for being so deficient..." Officer Carter did the same to your sister and finished the sentence. "...but we know your parents, very intimately. And being that they are such good MilkSubs..." Both of them reached down to their pants and undid them, their long thick black shafts fully exposed in front of you, your own little cock painfully swollen in your tight jeans, panting with desire. "... how about we just fill your quotas right here, and it won't go on your permanent records?" You and your sister both nodded eagerly, shivering and panting with lust. "Yes Mr Negro, Yes Miss Negro.."