White Flight Generations
Copyright© 2025 by DiscipleN
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wimp Husband BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Slow
I gasped for air, having repressed my shrieks and screams while his hand beat heavily against my inflamed behind! When he paused, my respite from suffering was brief, the time it took to open the small tub. I closed my tear flooded eyes and waited.
Grady scooped a glob of jelly with his index finger. He shoved it into my tight anus without warning or preparation. “I’m doing this for me, not you, Nina’s white mother.”
It was a shock to my sphincter, but the pain was almost tolerable, compared to the dry plug from last night. I managed to squelch my resulting shout. What did he mean, for him? It took my traumatized mind a time of foggy thinking before I gaped in fear!
Grady’s index finger was soon joined by his middle finger which also scooped up jelly, and then his ring finger. He used them like a hook to stretch my sphincter while lubricating the passage. “You should have brought your black ass-pacifier, Doll.” The sound of a zipper opening scraped my ears. “This is the biggest, blackest tool in the room.”
I said, “No, Grady! I’m a married woman! My daughter will hear us! I’ll come back later - with my plug. I’ll suck you. Please, you can do worse to me. Just don’t do this now!” I wailed with as little volume that my panicked state allowed.
“You will be quiet, Doll.” The hand in my hair released and covered my mouth instead. Grady calmly pushed the head of his cock steadily through my slickened anus. “This is my anal authority.” He shoved it in deep until his hips pressed against my red, tender butt cheeks. “And I’ll apply it whenever and however I see fit.”
I screamed into his large hand. The size of his erection - it had battered my throat twice in two days! Unable to see it, the force and girth straining my bottom hole, made me think it had doubled in size as it pressed all the way in!
“I know what you’re thinking.” His hand left my mouth so he could grab both of my hips. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in, giving my rear no time to adjust to his demanding strokes. “But your darling baby girl will surprise you if she finds us. Yell all you want.”
The sound of his hips slapping against my red ass resounded around the bathroom. I peered frantically at the open door to the hall. Any second, Nina might pass by! I covered my mouth while Grady’s huge prick reamed my jelly-lubed ass. Fresh tears washed away earlier ones.
“You should have come prepared, Lila,” The graying black man thrust into me. “Now you’re going to get a lesson in obedience.” He spanked my red bottom with his free hand. “You will accept my anal authority, from now on.”
His hips pounded my aching ass so hard, I could barely feel his swatting hand! I was yelping, barking, and wailing into my less-than-effective hand. I didn’t know how many, except too many, inches of fat cock, Grady’s crotch bucked in and out of my ravaged ass. Saliva dripped down my chin. The sink counter creaked from our painful mating. I hated him! It hurt so much! “Please - stop - I BEG YOU!” Fingers slipped from my lips as I lost all hope and sobbed openly!
Grady grunted louder with each thrust of his hips. He slapped my red bottom harder. “The only begging I want to hear from you, is for more black cock!” He said between breaths. “There are so many ways to tame a bitch like you.” He reached around and flicked a fingernail across my clit!
I shrieked, barely clapping a hand back to my mouth in time! The huge pecker was destroying me, along with his cruel swats and now shocking clit torture! Mind and body were at the breaking point.
Grady said, “I know you won’t get wet, this time, Doll,” as he pounded my ass. “You think that was painful?” His fingers pinched my clit this time, between two fingernails!
I screamed again; my voice penetrating every wall in the house, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was torturing my poor clit, and he wasn’t done! I bit down on my hand and tried to muffle my sobs.
Grady flicked and pinched my clit with his fingers. His cock never slowed, but the lube was beginning to wear off. The friction and discomfort increased! “This will be your experience in my home, Lila, until you submit fully.” He grunted as he thrust into me.
I could only whimper and moan. A futile act, my hand continued to pressed tightly over my mouth. I couldn’t take much more of this! I tried to relax my ravaged sphincter, but it only made him thrust harder.
Grady’s hips smashed my ravaged ass as he grunted louder and louder. “I want you to think about that black plug when I send you home. This could have gone much better for you.” He said as his fingers continued their assault on my clit.
“Please, Grady, no more!” I pleaded between clenched teeth. “I’ll bring the plug next time. I promise!”
The black man grunted, amused by my promise. Most of his focus was on raping my dirty hole. He pulled his hand away from my violated clitoris and slapped my purple butt. “I like that you expect to come here again. Maybe next time, it’ll be of your own volition.”
I was crying too hard to say anything again. My ass was on fire, and my clit throbbed in agony. I used the hand not covering my mouth to protect my pussy. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and slammed his black cock up my ass in a climactic frenzy! His voice creaked and groaned with desire, a nerve-wracking departure from his evil eloquence.
Grady grunted, “Take my seed, Woman.” He groaned as his hips slammed against my red ass. He unloaded a torrent of hot spunk deep into my bowels. “It’s a reminder that you’ll feel for days.”
His hips continued to hump my butt, but Grady’s cock remained deeply imbedded, fully spilling its angry expression of authority. I was in so much pain! I could hardly see except darkness closing around me. My body went limp, and I fought to remain conscious. “So much cum...”
Grady pulled out slowly. Dying sperm dripped from my ravaged hole. He wiped the tip of his cock with a wet washcloth before tucking it back into his trousers and zipping up. He sneered at me before turning on the faucet and washing his hands. “You should go home, now.”
I collapsed onto the floor, grateful for darkness instead of blackness. When pain released me, a while later, I was lying on my side across firm cushions. My head was on someone’s small lap. “Nina?”
“Mom?” She stroked her mother’s hair. “You ripped your pants. I heard you shouting. It must have been pretty bad, huh?”
I said, “It was awful.” I nearly back to sobbing. The pain in my behind might knock me out again; I worried, not really aware of what was happening. I blinked and tried to focus. We were in the living room. I was on the couch where Grady had first applied his anal authority.
From out of the hallway, I saw bare feet and the hem of a trench coat. The feet were scurrying to Grady’s front door. The coated figure wore a scarf covering their head. Rabb had an arm around their shaking shoulders. Whimpers, too much like mind, though repressed, haunted my ears.
“Shhhh.” He shushed. His eyes darted at me for a second. He frowned and gave the slightest, pitying shake of his head. Then he ushered the coat-clad person outside. Just before the bare feet disappeared through the doorway, I made out that their nails were painted black. The scene reeked of unknown but certain tragedy.
“I’m going to walk her home,” Rabb started to close the door behind them. “You stay here with your mom.” The door shut my daughter and me in his father’s house of torture.
My body jerked on the couch. “My clothes!” I lifted my head and looked down. The ripped seam was apparent, but my pants had been pulled up and fastened. My bum hurt so much! “Ow!” I winced from that barest movement. What must my daughter be thinking? What did she know about my ordeal, and who was that woman? What the hell was going on here?
“I’m sorry, mom,” she guided my head head gently back to her lap. “Rest now.” She looked down at her mother’s torn pants. “I wanted to warn you, but Rabb would have been disappointed in me. I can’t risk that.” Her voice took a dreamy cast. “I could fetch a pair of pants for you, from home. You should stay until you feel better.”
“Please, Nina. We need to get out of here.” I whispered with as much intensity as I could in my weakened state.
“Rabb said you’d say that,” as she smiled wistfully. “He told me to tell you that you should be more obedient next time.” Her fingers ran through her mother’s hair. “His father is very strict - I would have warned you the first time, but I didn’t guess you would visit here.”
I said, “Warn me?” She meant when I had first come to speak with her lover’s father, about her pregnancy. How much did my flighty daughter know?
“I-I wish you hadn’t jumped the gun.” as her voice abruptly shuddered. “I’ve experienced it.” She looked away. “Grady’s still in the house.” It was a warning.
I gushed, my voice louder. “What have they done to you?” Instantly, I cared more about her than myself.
“They?” as she raised an eyebrow at me. “You mean Rabb and Grady?” Her voice took a bitter cast. “What they’ve done to me is nothing compared to what they’ll do to you if you don’t learn your place.”
I didn’t fully grasp her second warning. My mind was too weak, but my concern for her was sharp. “Grady said - oh, Honey, I don’t want to say it- that there were other men, black men.” I wanted to die on my pregnant child’s lap.
Nina sighed deeply. “I can guess whatever it is you think Grady said.” Her fingers continued to comb through my hair. “But it’s not what you think.”
I asked, “P-please tell me.”
“You’ll think I’m some kind of whore.” Her fingers pulled away. “Rabb is my lover, Mom. We’re serious.” She looked down at her mother’s face. “The other men are-” Nina struggled for a word, “Like fans of Rabb. He introduces them. I play along. They’re nothing - important.”
I needed to know more. Fresh panic grew, sending my thoughts into chaos. “Is- is the young police officer one of them?” It made horrible sense, as if I already had the answer.
Grady said (as Nina), “Officer Williams?” She laughed lightly. “No, Mom. He’s just a friend of the family.” Her voice took on a dreamy tone, “I love Rabb, but I like Darrel well enough.”
I tried to ratchet down my panic with more reasonable talk. “You’re going to be family.”
Grady said (as Nina), “Yeah,” as she smiled. “In one way.” She patted her tummy. “But Rabb isn’t going to marry me. That’s why I think this one has to go.”
I wanted desperately to exclaim, “Yes!” But my anus clenched in abrupt pain when I considered going against Grady’s will, even mentioning it in his home. “But he loves you?” Before this crisis, I had always thought that Rabb was a sincere and upright gentleman, first about Nina, and then about their pregnancy.
“He loves me for what I am, Mom.” A guilty smile crossed her lips. “But he won’t raise a baby. He told me that because, that way, he doesn’t care what I decide.”
The doorbell rang. Before I could think of what to do, Grady strode from out of the hallway. He answered the door and accepted two large plastic sacks. I barely noticed the transaction. My tormentor was wearing a purple yukata; its silk shimmered in the evening sun streaming through the open door. “Take these to the table, please, Nina.” He looked at her but ignored me.
“Sure thing, Pop.” She got up from the couch and went to Grady. She gave him a hug. “Thanks for dinner - again.”
I watched uneasily as my daughter gently let my head down and got up. She took the plastic sacks to the dining area.
Now Grady looked at me; his face had returned to its normal calm authority. “Before you go home, please join us for dinner.” He had an earnest, gentle smile.
I replied, “I may need to lie here - a bit more, but if you think it’s best.” The last thing I wanted to do was refuse his invite. I groaned trying to sit up.
Grady said, “Take your time,” as he pulled out a chair for Nina. “I’m sure Nina would be happy to help you when you’re ready.”
“Yes of course, Pops.” She was quick to answer. “Will Rabb be joining us?”
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