White Flight Generations
Copyright© 2025 by DiscipleN
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 told my manager that I had to deal with a minor family emergency and caught a bus to my neighborhood. On the way, I texted Grady. “Should I bring anything?”
“Just your obedience.”
Forty minutes later, I knocked on Grady’s door. I was breathing a little fast having half-jogged from the bus stop.
He let me inside, “Thank you for coming so quickly, Lila,” His voice was grave. “Your daughter signed up for an abortion today.”
My heart leaped in two directions at once. Joyful in that my daughter did the right thing, but terrified about her getting caught and was no doubt suffering for it. Only later did I learn that Nina’s big mistake was going to a clinic to make the appointment. Someone there alerted someone else who got word to Grady. She might have gotten away with it if she’d signed up online. Before I learned that though, I looked around, heartsick. “Where is she?”
Grady said, “Rabb brought her home a few minutes ago.” He sighed. “She’ll need your help getting home.” His anger spiked for a second. “We don’t trust ourselves to get her there safely.”
I heard Nina then, faintly. She screamed in an awful way. I ran down the hall. There was a door I hadn’t been through. She screamed again from within. There must have been soundproofing. It was still faint. I forgot that I was under Grady’s judgmental eye and barged in. “Nina!”
She lay across Rabb’s lap on a chair that looked more like a throne, her pants and panties circled around her ankles. Nina’s butt was red from Rabb’s belt which whistled down and impacted it again. She sobbed into his trouser cuffs.
“Stop that!” as I rushed to save Nina, but Grady anticipated my maternal rage. He grabbed me from behind and literally threw me to the floor, which was a strange set of interlocking rubber mats like you’d see in a restaurant kitchen.
Grady said, “If you wish to join her, be my guest.” He planted a knee on my hips. “Nina, just what were you going to say to your mother?”
My dearest daughter sobbed, “It’s my fault Mommy! AAAA!!” The belt cracked against her bare ass. “I was stupid!” CRACK! “AA! I deserve this!!”
I called out, “Nina, you have every right to an abortion! This state allows-” but Grady interrupted.
“This state is so progressive that black Americans are being marginalized by immigrants!” He slapped my face. “My son and I are crusaders for the future, anticipating what will happen when our RIGHT president is in power again!” Grady’s usual poise and eloquence fell away to jingoist rants. “We’re going to save our black babies no matter how many white women we ruin and make to suffer!”
“Please Mr. Fenton, Mommy! I’ll have the baby! I will! I PROMISE!”
Rabb whacked Nina’s purpling butt again. “That’s good, Babe, but you know how I get, when you cross me.” CRACK!
“AAA!! I’m sorry, Master! I submit to your full authority over my slut nature!” Nina wailed!
“My sluts don’t get off that easy, Cunt!” He pushed her off of his lap, and she impacted the rubbery flooring with a howl! “Get yourself ready for me!” He grabbed a tub of petroleum jelly from a hidden source and threw it at her.
She yelped when the jar bounced off of her smashed behind, but she scrambled, sobbing, to her hands and knees. She opened the tub with frantic hands and scooped a handful before holding it up to Rabb who stood and opened his pants!
As I looked on, Grady removed the knee pinning my hips. Abruptly, he hoisted me up to my hands and knees. My good, work pants were ripped away from my rear. Grady’s male strength shredded my panties! I heard his zipper opening seconds after watching Rabb’s black dick flop out fully hard. It was a monster! The young man hefted the grease tub over to his pop.
Grady growled, “Since you refuse to get this through your head, I’m going to tell it to your bung!” Grady lubed his cock and my butthole. “You will accept my anal authority, once and for all and never disrespect nor disobey my son and I again!”
Nina grabbed Rabb’s enormous dick with the glob of yellowish lube in her hand, quickly drenching it from head to root. Just before he stepped behind her, she stuffed what lube remained on her hands into her back hole!
Rabb’s prick slammed into her ass with a single thrust! Her entire body jerked forward as if she’d been electrified. “AAA!! MASTER!” She howled, dropping her chest to the rubber mats.
“You’re going to take it like the white whore you are!” He slapped her red ass! “From now on, you’re just another breeding bitch! Got it?” He pumped a cock larger than his father’s, in and out of her black stuffed behind!
“OWWW!! -- YES, Master!”
I wailed, “My daughter!” I was so tormented. “You’re destroying my daughter!” I reached out to her. Then a thick bulb of flesh pressed my slicked anus. Nina gave me a tearful, piteous look while utterly submitting to her black master.
Grady pushed his cock into my tight hole. “She was already destroyed by your failure as a mother,” He groaned as he drove prick deep into my ass.
“Let her be, Pops!” Nina sobbed.
“You heard him, Whore!” Rabb grunted as he thrust harder. “Convince your slutty mother to submit fully this time!”
I shouted, “OOWWW!!” I burst into tears. How could this have been happening, a normal, white mother and daughter being anally raped by two black neighbors!? I felt stupid and useless to help my only child! “Come back to me, Honey. Momma doesn’t care what happens to herself. I need you to be free of this nightmare!”
Grady said, “Foolish woman!” Grady grunted as he thrust his cock in and out of my shitter. “You will learn to accept your place here!” He smacked my ass! “Your daughter is going to have my grandchild!” He pumped faster and scowled at Nina. “Tell her, you dumb, white brat!”
My suffering daughter whispered intensely, while Rabb plowed her ass! “Mommy, I’m so sorry for what happened.” She whimpered. “But this is the way it has to be!”
“Gra- Mr. Fenton!” I forced out the words instead of further yelps and shrieks. “Tell Rabb to stop! I’ll do whatever you ask, but let my daughter go. I don’t care if she wants to deliver the baby. Just stop what he’s doing to her!” I was so ashamed and brokenhearted. Tears and sobs weren’t enough to bear the weight of my despair.
“You’re in no position to bargain, Lila.” Grady grunted as he thrust harder. “But I will make you a promise.” He spanked my red ass. “I will stop when you submit fully to my anal authority!” He pounded my sore ass with powerful humping. “You will accept my authority over you always!” He groaned, close to his climax.
Rabb grunted at his father, angrily, pounding Nina’s bung! “She’s so fucking tight!”
Nina wailed in submissive agony! “Fill my ass up, Master!” She fingered what lube remained in her hands around the shaft drilling her bung! “I will have your baby!”
I said, “I accept! I submit! Mr. Fenton, Rabb, please let her go!” My mind was spinning, awareness darkening. It hurt so much - big cock surging deep in my unhappy bowels.
Grady groaned louder. “I can feel your submission, Woman.” He spanked my red ass again. “I will hold you to that promise, always.”
Rabb grunted as he thrust into Nina one last time.
Nina’s body jerked as Rabb came deep in her bowels. She sobbed and moaned from pain without the normal pleasure of her bull’s caring.
Grady grunted as he filled my intestines with his seed. “You will not forget this lesson, Bitch.” Grady sighed as if frustrated with his white playthings. He turned his head towards his son and spoke sternly. “Enough.”
Neither of them hurried. Their cocks were still shooting cum into us brutalized victims. When both were ready to pull out, they exchanged heavy breathing frowns.
Grady sneered at Nina, disapproving. “Get dressed.”
He told me. “You will take your daughter home, now, and you will return tomorrow after work. Bring your token of my authority.” He withdrew his big black cock from my ass and zipped up.
I said, “Yes, Mr. Fenton.” I felt strange saying the words. They came too easy to my lips. Without further sound except groans as I pulled my ragged clothes back on, I collected Nina who was clearly in worse pain and helped her to the front door.
Like an unexpected gentleman, Grady opened the door and let us out. He watched with a satisfied smile as we walked away, his eyes lingering on our swaying backsides. I would return tomorrow. If not, both of us would pay worse penalties.
My husband, Nina’s father, was useless. We couldn’t tell him. She and I didn’t even think to discuss our situation. I put her to bed after applying a menthol balm to her sore behind. Then I checked the far closet to make sure that small carton had not run off. If only it could have.
I returned to her bed and sat uncomfortably. This time, my anus had taken the brunt of harm - thank the gods for lube. I told myself to bring better lube for our sakes. Petroleum jelly was too caustic on delicate tissues. “Nina, can we talk, or would you rather sleep?” I patted her hand - something I hadn’t done since she was twelve, before her independence streak started ramping up.
She rolled over and looked over with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom,” She whispered, tears soaking her face.
She related how she got caught. Rabb had explained it to her, to convince her that her opinions and feelings about her pregnancy no longer mattered.
“I-I didn’t realize in time, how horrible they are!” Fresh tears came to me.
Nina sniffed. “They’re not horrible, Mom.” She lowered her gaze, eyes a dull amber. “I just wish I had listened to them sooner.” There was desolation, resignation in her eyes.
I could only hope that during her pregnancy, they wouldn’t brutalize her further. After the birth, perhaps we could escape them. I must maintain hope, or I would end up surrendering my daughter to their madness. “I’ll keep them away from you. I’ll do my best.” I kissed her forehead.
As Nina, she whispered, closing her eyes. “I should have been more careful, Mom,” She fell asleep instantly, when the last of adrenaline from the day’s emotional and physical trauma had run out.
“I love you.” I walked out. There was no peace for me. When my husband arrived, I told him he must fend for himself for dinner. I was grateful that he didn’t want sex or even to cuddle. I curled up in bed and awaited the wicked dawn.
Work the next day was more glacial than ever. Every little sound startled me. I had no head to help customers. I stood behind the checkout counter and awaited my doom.
When my shift ended, I marched slowly to the bus stop. Stepping off at the stop near Grady’s, I pulled out the carton from my handbag. I was holding it up when I rang his doorbell.
Grady opened the door and smiled when he saw the carton. “Come in, Lila,” He led me to the bathroom and held that door open for me. “Wear it.”
I went into the bathroom, expecting to be gawked at while I inserted the black plug. He closed the door between us. I sat on the toilet and wept. I couldn’t risk testing his patience, however. After a few seconds of mental relief, I hopped to my rapist’s tune.
I took a bottle of silicone lube out of my handbag before pulling down my pants and underwear. I made sure that my sore hole and the plug were heavily dosed with lubricant. It didn’t take much effort to insert it, but I shouted from the thick discomfort of its invasion! Then its solid girth was filling me. I had made sure to poop before I caught the bus. I immediately wanted to go again.
What now awaited for me? “Sh- should I put my pants on?” I asked the closed door.
Grady answered calmly, “Yes, Lila,”
I sighed a sigh I didn’t know had built in me. I tugged up my work pants. I had gotten up in the night to sew the burst seams. I opened the door and bowed my head in deference. He led me to his lounge chair, and he sat.
Grady said with calm authority, “Now you can remove your pants and underwear.” He leaned back into the plush chair. “Show me that you are wearing my anal authority correctly.”
I did not say what was on my mind - It’s a butt plug, there’s only one way to wear it! I turned my back to him and stripped off my pants, panties, and shoes. I didn’t want my ankles hobbled in case I had to leap through the front window.
I bent over and pulled my back cheeks apart.
Grady looked at me with a critical eye. “That will do for now,” He bid me. “Now rest your stomach upon my lap, so I can reinforce your submission.”
Please, no, Grady - My eyes begged. My lips trembled, and I whined, but I lay across his lap and closed my eyes. My lips tightened in anticipation of the pain.
Grady rubbed my bottom gently for a moment before slapping it with a heavy but slow swat.
I keened, more from surprise than the very real pain of his swat! It was a strange spank. It hurt only because my ass was still sore from almost a week of beatings! When his palm struck the plug’s flange, my guts jerked within my skin. It felt very much like his cock had jabbed that hole!
Three seconds later, he struck in the same way, and I lurched over his lap. He steadied me with his other hand.
Grady smiled at my reaction and continued to spank me slowly, his hand landing on the plug every time. “This is how you will learn to accept my anal authority,” He said firmly. “Every time you feel this plug in your ass, you will think of how to please me.” He slapped me again, making sure to hit the plug.
I yelped as the pain in my colon increased with each swat. “Y-yes, Mr. Fenton.”
He eventually stopped, possibly allowing me time to catch my breath. But then I heard faint screams from the far room, the sound dampened by that horrible place’s insulation. “NINA!” I twisted my head back and showed my disgust. “You promised!”
Grady was unmoved, almost amused by my display. “It’s not Nina.” He said sternly. “Should I punish you for not recognizing it’s another cunt’s voice?” “Also, I never promised a damn thing about your brat.”
I pleaded, “Please, no.” I turned my head away. Could I trust that it wasn’t Nina? I had no choice but to keep my hope - I must believe him for now.
CRACK! I screamed! His hand avoided the plug flange and walloped the place where my butt and thighs met, which was just as sore as the rest of that area.
Grady chuckled at my plea. “Still resistant, eh?” He said but he left me sufficiently punished with the one hard swat. “But that will change.” Grady’s voice turned severe. “Now what do you say, after I’ve given your reminder?”
I sputtered hastily. “Thank you, Mr. Fenton.”
He let me up, and I stood waiting for further ruin. My uncertainty amused him.
The far room’s door opened. Again I saw Rabb leading a woman wearing a trench coat with bare feet and blackened toenails. She hurried out of the house. Her face and hair were again covered by a thick scarf. This time I heard her weeping, as if she hated what happened in there.
Grady said, “Ignore our other guest.” He got up and walked down the hall to the open playroom. “You’re not ready to learn about them.” He smiled as he looked back at me. “Come, Lila.” My tormentor grabbed my arm and ushered me, daring to resist his strength, to the far room.
I frowned when Grady waved his hand at the mess within. “This is your task for today. Take your time cleaning it. There are supplies in the closet. If you do a good job, I’ll reward you.”
I gulped and stepped hesitantly into the room where Nina and I had been anally raped. It smelled of sex and perfume and deodorizer. There were tissues and rags and a few soiled ‘toys’ lying about. Cum and other fluids cooled in little pools around the throne and what looked like a weight bench, but instead of weights there were slim, bright steel chains and multiple cuffs.
Grady watched me take in the room and its contents. “You should feel honored to clean up after your betters,” He said with a smirk. “Now get to work.” He turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
I squatted for a brief cry. I didn’t dare sit on anything. There could be messes anywhere. Slowly I got up groaning, my bum and legs stiff and sore. I found an array of cleaning tools, solvents, and soap in the closet.
The plug in my ass felt like it was growing as I labored on my knees, packing my butt tighter with increasing discomfort. I had no idea of the time when I rested and reviewed my efforts. Then I took another cleaning pass around everything. Grady’s promised reward meant nothing to me. The punishment I’d earn if the place wasn’t spotless - motivated me.
When I couldn’t find anything else to clean, I sat on the bench, not daring to sit on the mahogany throne. I had another cry and then shivered in misery until Grady called.
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