Permitted Nigger Cunt
Copyright© 2025 by GrushaVashnadze
Chapter 5
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5 - It is 2050. Under the rule of the New Enlightenment, most non-whites have been expelled from the country. Only a few are allowed to stay, to satisfy white people's desire for black ass. Eva is one such "permitted nigger cunt". (Warning: this story contains racism, raceplay, highly offensive racist language, sibling incest, and attempted rape. Do not read it if any of these things are likely to offend you.)
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual School Incest Brother Sister DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male Anal Sex Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Smoking Teacher/Student Prostitution
The man stood before Eva, leering. Eva did her best to conceal her fear, fixed her eyes on the grass in front of her, stood up rapidly, and started to walk away.
The man moved to block her.
Eva froze, her heart now pounding with terror. Still she said nothing.
“Din’cha ‘ear me?” insisted the man, moving closer. “I said, ‘nigger cunt’: the least ya can do is reply.”
“M’ pussy,” muttered Eva, her eyes fixed on the dirt at her feet, as she tried in vain to find an alternative escape route – but the man blocked her again.
“I bet ya’ve never been properly fucked by a white man, ‘ave ya?” the man sneered.
Eva said nothing, her eyes darting from side to side to see if she could spot a way out. She was sweating now, and struggling to catch her breath.
“Answer me, nigger cunt!” snarled the man, as he reached forward and grabbed her arm tight. “Wanna be properly fucked? What’s a nigger bitch like you doin’ out on yer own anyway? Nobody own ya?” he cackled.
“Just heading b-back...” stuttered Eva.
The man yanked her forward, so that her body was pressed against hers. She could smell his stinking beery breath. “‘Just h-h-heading b-b-back’?” the man sneered. “Can’t ya talk proper English, nigger? Which fuckin’ tree ‘ave you fallen out of?”
Eva struggled to release herself, but the man’s grip was too tight, and a sharp pain shot up her arm. “L-let me go!” she squealed.
The man cackled. “‘L-l-let you go’? No, I won’t, nigger, ‘coz ya ain’t asked me all polite like, ‘ave ya? In fact, I think ya need ta be taught a lesson – ‘coz you’re a rude li’l nigger cunt, ain’t ya? Brought up by savages, I bet?”
Eva’s eyes darted from side to side, desperately hoping that someone would come into view to whom she could call for help. But this part of the park was deserted as far as she could see. And now the man was pushing her downwards, bending her body backwards so that she fell against the tree. She cried in pain – but the man cackled again as he crouched over her, one strong hand holding her down while the other ripped her top halfway down the centre to reveal her pierced tits. “So, what’s it gonna be, nigger cunt? If you’re nice ta me, I’ll let ya suck my cock. But if ya continue ta be so fuckin’ ungrateful, I’ll ream yer fuckin’ arse! Your choice!”
Eva was wailing with terror now, unable to process the man’s cruel ultimatum, or to think about how to negotiate a release from her predicament. Oh God, Robbie! she thought, even as she squealed and struggled. Help me, Robbie! Where are you when I need you? But the man had torn her skirt off and was releasing his cock – large and fat and stiff – from his trousers. “Oh, nice bald nigger cunt,” leered the man. “Can ya take a big white dick up yer filthy black cunt, bitch? Wanna be fucked good and proper?”
“No!” screamed Eva in desperation, as her assailant pinned both her arms down and climbed on top, using the full weight of his body to render her immobile, as he thrust his hips forward, his fat cock poking at her crotch, seeking the satisfaction of her damp fleshy cleft.
Eva was caterwauling in terror – but the man cackled again. “‘Ere, take this, nigger cunt!” he bellowed, as his cockhead pressed against her vulva. Take th– AAARGH!” Suddenly the man screamed, then went silent, collapsing unconscious on top of her.
It took a few seconds for Eva to realised what had happened. She felt the dead weight of the man lying on her, felt his cock now deflating against her thigh. Where his bald head had collapsed against her shoulder she now felt something warm trickling across her cheek. She reached up, wiped some off with her fingers, looked, and screeched in terror. She struggled free, pushing the man’s body off her so that it rolled limply onto the ground, face downwards. The trickle she had felt, however, was his blood, not hers: it continued to drip from his skull onto the grass, as Eva whimpered, desperately wiping blood from her face and hair.
It was then that Eva looked up, and saw Chad standing over her assailant, a large stone gripped in his right hand, and a look on his face which Eva couldn’t be sure was fear or rage. “Oh! It was you!” cried Eva. She looked back at the man on the ground. “Is he ... dead?”
“No,” affirmed Chad, dropping the bloodied stone on the grass and leaning down to check the man’s breathing. “Just out for the count. Quick, before he comes to!” He gathered up Eva’s bag and torn skirt to hand them back to her.
Eva looked, trembling, at the crumpled heap of a man lying beside her, now beginning to moan blearily. “Should we finish him off?” she suggested, reaching for Chad’s bloodied rock.
Chad looked in horror at her. “No!” he cried. “He didn’t see me, and he won’t come after you, after what he tried to do. Come, quick, before we’re seen,” he whispered urgently, taking her hand, lifting her up, and ushering her swiftly away, back towards the edge of the park and the road beyond.
They did not speak as they walked, briskly, his hand placed solicitously on her shoulder. Eva was still shivering with shock by the time they reached the RAF. Some people looked quizzically at the black girl with torn muddy clothes and quivering blood-stained face being ushered through the entrance hall by a strongly built white boy, into the restrooms which were, appropriately enough for a highly Enlightened institution like the RAF, entirely unisex and open plan. Chad led Eva past the other students, male and female alike, who, all in close proximity to each other, were peeing, shitting, fucking, jerking off, or adjusting their makeup, towards the far end of the tiled chamber where there was a bench, a large Butler sink and a worktop where Eva could strip off, rinse the blood off her clothes and face, and –
“Oh God!” whimpered Eva as, still naked, she collapsed in tears on Chad’s shoulder.
Chad held her, firmly but gently. “Hey, it’s over. You’re safe now. Sit down, take it easy, wait for the shock to pass.” He hung up her wet clothes on a small heated towel-rail to dry, before sitting next to her on the bench, his arm round her shoulder in an awkward but gentle gesture of reassurance. “I’m sorry you had that experience.”
“Oh, it’s nothing new.” Eva shivered. “I don’t know why I was so shocked. I’ve spent the summer being paid to be abusively fucked by ugly white men. In this country, they all take it for granted. This one just didn’t want to pay for it,” Eva laughed cynically.
Chad squeezed her affectionately. “I’m sorry. Is that what it’s usually like for ... for people like you?”
“Yeah, what did you think? Never heard of ‘nigger-baiting’? I bet you did it at school...”
Chad nodded. “Some of my mates did. But I never felt like joining in.”
“Oh? Too virtuous?”
“Well ... I’ve also always felt a bit of an outsider. Didn’t really want to hold that over other people, for no fault of their own.”
“Outsider – you?” Eva looked incredulously at the boy: tall, handsome, white, with his big proud cock still bulging beneath his lycra – surely nothing if not a perfect specimen of Enlightenment ideals in the flesh.
Chad shrugged. “I know, I don’t look like it. But I never had a family, never had parents – that’s fucked me up a bit, I th–”
“No way!” interrupted Eva. “Me too!”
“Really? Orphan?”
“Well, not as such. But my parents were expelled when I was a baby. I was brought up by my big brother Rob – when I wasn’t being locked up for beating up white bitches...”
Chad looked Eva over, impressed. “Seriously! Why did you do that?”
“Well, ‘coz she called me an ‘ugly nigger cunt’ – so I went for her. Broke her fucking arm, the bitch...”
Now Chad’s mouth was gaping with admiration. “No way!”
“You think I’m terrible?”
“No, no ... that was a terrible thing of her to say, and ... well, I’ve said this before: you’re not ugly, you’re really beautiful...” He paused to gather his words. “I’ve never met someone as beautiful as you.” Chad stroked her hair, clearing the wild dark mane out of her face so he could look deep into her eyes again: he seemed, Eva thought, not to be leering like most white men did, but gazing, admiring, captivated – almost, Eva thought, the way Robbie looks at me. Shit, does this boy fancy me...?
No point beating about the bush, Eva decided. “Hey, Chad, why are you looking at me like that?” she blurted.
Chad was suddenly flustered. “Like what?”
“Like you’re in love.” Eva jutted out her jaw accusingly. “Go on, admit it!”
Chad looked devastated, terrified, as he looked around to make sure no one had heard. Instinctively he leapt to his self-defence: “No, no, it’s not that, it’s just...” His voice trailed off.
Eva laughed. “Oh, you are such a conventional Enlightenment white dickhead, Chad!” she teased. “So petrified of stepping out of line, so terrified of admitting that there might be something else more important in life than pure Pleasure.”
Chad set his jaw, trying to regain a sense of his own customary self-satisfied arrogance. “Is that bad?” he snapped.
“No – but it’s mistaken. Watch out, ‘Eight-and-a-Half’. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with a nasty, angry, nigger rebel: a bitch who won’t parrot all the Enlightenment bullshit about love being the downfall of Western civilisation. I’m an enraged savage, straight out of the jungle, straight down from the fucking trees, who’s sick of being treated like shit by the white man. Think you can handle that?”
Chad looked angry at the implied accusation – but determined. “I rescued you from that skinhead in the park, didn’t I?”
Eva’s stance softened in realisation. “Yeah, you did ... thank you.”
Chad raised his eyebrows.
“No, I mean it: thank you, Chad. Maybe not all white men are dickheads.”
Chad shrugged. “Maybe I am a dickhead, Eva. Maybe I am arrogant, and rude, and too proud of my ‘eight and a half inches’ for my own good. Maybe I don’t get this ‘love’ shit you’re talking about. I don’t know. But I know I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Can you handle that?” His jaw jutted accusingly.
Eva smiled, nodding. “Touché, ‘Eight-and-a-Half’. You’ve put the ‘ugly nigger cunt’ in her place, haven’t you?”
Chad held Eva tight, turning to face her so that her bare breasts pressed against his chest. “I’m not the one calling you ‘nigger cunt’, Eva. Take that chip off your shoulder.”
It took only a split second for Eva’s façade to disintegrate. Her jaw trembled, her lips quivered, then her face crumpled, and now she was wailing in pain, whimpering with humiliation at the removal of her mask. Abandoned and betrayed – she thought – by the only person who had ever mattered to her, by the only person to whom she had ever mattered; dehumanised by her whole summer acting the nigger whore to horrible rich white men; violated by a brutal stranger in the park: her instinct was to fight back, to defend herself, to not let herself ever be hurt again, by Chad or by any other self-satisfied, arrogant, big-dicked white fucker. But even she could not keep the barriers up forever. And so she sobbed into Chad’s chest, her fists clenched and pummelling herself with the rage she had stored up for others.
Chad held her arms back. “No, Eva,” he said firmly. “Don’t hurt yourself. You don’t deserve that. And I will protect you. I promise.”
“You’ll never be like Rob to me,” Eva whimpered.
“No, I won’t. But he’s your brother. He shouldn’t be like that to you.”
“Shouldn’t be?” Eva’s hackles were raised again. “Maybe – but you’ve never been black in a white man’s land: you don’t know how it can fuck you up being regarded as irredeemably Undesirable. You don’t know what it’s like being abandoned by your parents...” But Eva’s tirade petered out, as she remembered that, on the last point at least, she was utterly wrong.