White Flight Generations
Copyright© 2025 by DiscipleN
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
The mess wasn’t bad. I just had to clean around the base of the stocks. I had dripped more juices than I remembered. There were a couple of toys laying about that I was sure they hadn’t used. Emergency backup toys? I put them away. Then I scoured the entire room for any hidden messes. I wouldn’t put it past either Mr. Fenton to hide a mess and punish me for it. The room was spotless.
I found Grady with an empty cup at the table. His phone was out but dark. He was thinking about something.
“Can I fill that for you? Have you eaten this morning?”
He looked up and smiled. “Coffee would be great, Lila.” He handed me his cup. “I’ve already eaten, thank you.” He watched me go to the coffee maker and fill his cup. He stood up and then cornered me against the counter. “Are you wearing your present?”
Cold shock froze my limbs. Without turning to him, I shook my head. Anything could happen. I had fucked up.
He sighed and took me by the arm. “You know what this means.” He led me to the spare room. “Take your clothes off, all of them.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you would tell me to wear it.” My ass anticipated a full, painful spanking, but I didn’t think he’d be as brutal as I was to my daughter. I was surprised that he didn’t take me to the playroom. The bed was neatly made. The room was very clean. I began stripping.
He nodded approvingly as I undressed. When I was naked, he pointed to the bed. “Lie down on your back.” He watched me do so and then pulled out a blindfold from the nightstand beside the bed. “This will help you focus on what I’m doing.” He tied it around my head, covering my eyes. Then he took out four ropes and tied me spread-eagle to the four corner posts.
This was it. I was going to feel Grady’s big black cock in my cunt for the first time. I found myself unafraid but trembling with sorrow filled anticipation. My arms weren’t comfortable. My legs were merely inconvenienced by the ropes. The knots were tight around my wrists and ankles, but I could feel my toes and fingers.
After he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, I heard Grady ruffling his clothes. I’d never seen him naked. I still couldn’t, but my imagination worked in his favor.
The bed shook when he climbed on somewhere between my spread knees.
He crawled up my body until he could reach my breasts. “Rabb likes your pussy a lot.” He stared down at the middle-aged woman’s large but still pert tits. “Labia can be all kinds of shapes, but a cunt is a cunt.” He grabbed my mounds roughly. “I’m always going to be a tit man!”
“Ow!” His rough handling hurt! “My husband is more gentle.” I winced from the pain but knew the black man inferred my meaning.
He released one of my breasts and slapped it, hard enough to make me gasp in pain. “Don’t even think to compare me to a white man.” He reached down and delivered a sharp pinch to my clit!
“Fuck!” My body jerked, but the ropes kept me from moving much. My clit hurt, and I felt my pussy getting wetter. Grady’s hand returned to my other tit and squeezed it hard!
He twisted my nipples until I was writhing and groaning, my lips stretched at my pain. Then he reached down and pushed two fingers into my wet cunt. “Pain and pleasure.” He pumped his fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. His mouth clamped down on a tit and he bit the nipple!
“Nooo!” I cried out! The pain was exquisite. The pleasure was sharp and deep. I wanted more. “Y-yess.”
He chuckled and kept up his assault on my body, switching between pain and pleasure, driving me wild with desire. He moved his fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster, until I was writhing beneath him, my hips bucking and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then he stopped. His body lifted away from mine, and the mattress sank under his weight at the base of the bed. I couldn’t see where he was. I could only feel the vibration. “Grady?”
He didn’t answer me, but I could hear him moving around the room.
What was happening? I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see. My pussy was somewhat wet. I flinched against the ropes spreading my naked body, expecting to be belted or similarly abused.
He returned a few minutes later and climbed back on the bed, between my legs. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my entrance, but he didn’t push inside. Instead, he took his time teasing my clit with the head of his dick, making me whimper and beg for more.
“Oh, Grady. I don’t know. You told Rabb he needed my permission.” My body shifted and wriggled under his teasing prick head. “I guess you don’t, but if you have any respect for me or marriage vows, at least consider that I can’t get pregnant today.” It was all that I could say to dissuade him from fucking me.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Lila, just yet.” He chuckled and slid his cock up and down my wet slit, teasing my clit with the head. “But you might cum on my cock.” He reached up and grabbed my tits roughly, pinching and twisting my nipples. He licked my neck and face and sucked on my ears.
I shuddered from the sudden assault on erogenous zones my husband rarely used. The pain in my nipples was sharp and delicious! I moaned deeply when Grady’s cock slid up and down my wet slit. “Please, make me cum.” I begged him. “But don’t fuck me.” I took one more step down the slut ladder.
He chuckled and continued to tease me, spanking his cock against my hairy pussy, occasionally dipping the head in just far enough to make me gasp. “You want my cum, don’t you, Lila?” He pinched my nipples harder. “You want to feel me fill you up, don’t you?” He licked and sucked on my neck and ears.
“No. Respectfully, Mr. Fenton, I-I don’t. I just want to cum on yo-” I groaned to hide my shame and stop my sentence from completing. I arched my back, trying to push my clit against his prick head!
He snorted and pulled away, leaving my pussy lonely and empty. “You’re not ready yet,” He climbed off the bed and removed my blindfold. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He left the room, leaving me tied up and frustrated on the bed.
I relaxed as my body slowly cooled from my near but missed climax. My pussy was quite wet, and my nipples were sore. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that Grady hadn’t fucked me. He left me alone, naked and tied to his bed, but I felt safe in a strange way. It was just another means of teasing me, I told myself.
Grady returned a few minutes later, carrying a small, black bag. He set it on the bedside table and took out a tube of lubricant. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and then reached between my legs. He spread my ass cheeks apart and began to gently massage the lubricant into my anus.
This was new and unexpected, even though he had been abusing my ass and butthole for nearly two weeks. The gentleness surprised me. I didn’t dare talk. He knew what he was doing. It didn’t matter if I didn’t know.
“You’re going to relax, Lila,” he whispered in my ear. “Just breathe.” He inserted one lubricated digit into my anus, and then a second. He started to stretch me out, working his way in and out, gradually increasing the aperture with his fingers.
I took shallow breaths but couldn’t help my body reacting! My hole’s stretching was pleasant until he worked in three digits. They didn’t fit as easily or feel good at all. “N-noo!” I wanted to scream that it hurt when a fourth digit stretched me open, but Grady took his fingers out.
He got the bag and produced another item from inside - this one was also lubed. He fit its very wide ‘head’ into my hole and pushed slowly until my ass stretched completely around it. “It’s a perfect fit.” He gave it a light slap, then his hands left my ass.
“Ungh!” I grunted when the wide but shallow disk plugged my ass. I had never read about nor heard anything like it. It was uncomfortable but not like my present plug. Next, I heard metal clattering as if he was constructing something small. There were other sounds I couldn’t fathom except for one brief sloshing.
When his hands returned to my ass, he fumbled with the plug, doing something to it which was not pleasant but not particularly painful. I grunted a few times until he left it alone. The tiniest squeak - I wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t blindfolded - signaled the new experiment which Grady had decided for me.
“You’re not going to like this.” He turned on the tap to the bag of liquid hanging from the metal pole he erected on one of the bed-knobs. “It’s a sterile solution with a special ingredient. You won’t feel what’s special, right away.”
Then Grady mounted me and aimed his dick at my slippery slit. He resumed teasing it with the fat, black tip.
He’d set me up with an enema! I had never had one, but the cool liquid forced its way up my rectum, more than a dribble but less than a flood. It wouldn’t ‘fill me up’ for a while. The greater sensation was his big, rubbery cock head rubbing heavily up and down my slit, sometimes thrusting against my clit for maximum stimulation! “Oooohh.” I moaned. I was starting to realize that this man was giving me something I didn’t know I was missing in my life, care and attention. Every act of his was very deliberate and careful, even those that hurt me terribly.
But tied to this bed, these gentler acts brought a new dimension of arousal, someone actively caring about me! My body swooned and relaxed more than it had in years. It was an entirely different level of submission. I didn’t want to be owned, but I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me, in this moment - even fuck me. But I couldn’t tell him that!
I was sure he knew my mind from how my body was reacting.
He sensed my mood changing and worked my pussy with his cockhead, while the solution filled up my ass slowly but surely. My wet, hairy folds felt so good, Grady wanted to push all of himself inside me, but he didn’t. His strategic plan would work better, if I came first.
“Ohh-OH!” I moaned loudly as something happened inside my asshole! An unpleasant tingling began like spicy food on the tongue.
The irritation drew my attention, but then Grady plopped his cockhead into me - barely but far enough to make me gasp with unexpected pleasure before he withdrew. He did it several times while I wondered about and endured the slow burn in my rectum.
“Is your ass feeling a little odd?” He asked as if he didn’t know. “What shall we do about it?”
He stopped playing my slit to let more fluid into my asshole, then pushed his cockhead inside again. He pumped shallowly a few times before withdrawing.
“No more of it!” My mind was torn between the increasing discomfort in my ass and Grady’s thick dick teasing my dripping pussy!
“It’s burning!” I sounded like an idiot, but the added flow of the wicked fluid filled me quicker, and the irritation rose up my rectum, growing in intensity.
“Good,” He said without sympathy as he aimed his cock at me again and shoved it into my cunt to half its length! I bucked hard against him. He pulled back but not completely out of my slick twat. His cockhead plopped in and then back out, repeatedly with a relaxed pace.
“OHHH!” I gasped from the deep intrusion, its huge head bumping just under the hood of my clit! My body shuddered from the heat building up my backside! The insidious fluid had spread up to just under my bellybutton. It was starting to really hurt but didn’t stop me craving more of Grady’s cock. His thick tool’s knob was driving me crazy from steady plopping through my cunt lips!
“You’re getting close.” He pulled all the way out and slapped my pussy with his dickhead, then pushed in to just past halfway again. I bucked hard against him. “I advise you to cum before the juice in your white ass fills it up!” He withdrew until only half of cock’s head pressed my wet, trembling folds, plopping once more just inside my vulva!
His advice was only another of his taunts. My body was desperate for release from this man and his wicked bag of fluid. I arched my back when he slapped me with his dickhead again, then plops in so temptingly. “GODS!” The heat in my rectum was climbing to an uncomfortable burn! My clit’s craving any color of cock. “Black cock!” I raved. “I don’t care any more about cheating. Put that damn thing in me now! PLEASE!”
“I should have gagged you, Slut!” His hands held his thick tool’s fat head with my dripping hole again. Instead of inserting it, he rubbed the full length along my slick groove! “Your white privilege is finally showing - demanding a black man’s cock like I’m no more than a living toy. You should be ashamed of yourself as a human being!”
“I AM ASHAMED!!” The heat up my torso was excruciating but that didn’t matter with Grady abusing me and ignoring my pussy! His teasing was too much - so were his words. My clit needed him more than anything ever before. I was desperate to cum or be fucked. I needed relief! “I’ll humiliate myself however you want. My insides are on fire!” I howled!
Grady drove his black prick into my cunt until his balls smacked against my ass. They slapped the sturdy enema tube without dislodging it. He withdrew slowly then lunged himself to the base, leaving it there for moment before drawing out halfway. He kept fucking like this, thrusting, pausing, withdrawing half-way. “Tell your weak husband how I cucked him. You want humiliation. I DARE you!”
My body shuddered as he fucked me without a steady pattern! I was aching for relief from the fire and my desperate clit which vibrated from Grady’s big, black cock driving against it every time he thrust to base in my twat!
“I will.” I promised him. “I’ll tell my husband everything - how you punished me today. I’ll praise your masterful manhood before him!” Imagining myself hurling insults at my husband, watching him wither or explode at me - either outcome boosting my shame into orbit, dragging my long overdue orgasm up with it. I screamed and thrashed as Grady fucked the hells out of me!
He felt my pussy begin to convulse around his shaft just before I screamed my relief. “You’re my bitch now, Ms. Lila ‘Slut’ Yavistan!” His cock leaped into total action, driving its thick, black shaft all the way in and out until it battered my cervix painfully twice between each of my shuddering breaths. Grady fully opened the enema bag’s tap into my ass. He chuckled and kept fucking, increasing speed, and the extra stimulation caused me to climax in succession.
My body had never known this kind or degree of pleasure! It felt like my mind was melting from sensory overload - so good that it made me want more! I couldn’t feel the pain of his cock battering the valve to my womb, but he wasn’t stopping and neither were the orgasms which detonated faster, one upon another. I was a rocket ship leaping into space from atom bombs beneath me! His fucking wasn’t steady anymore; it was chaotic with wild thrusts up and back through my cunt! We were a tangled jumble of malice and pain, victory and defeat, orgasm and orgasm. Hot cum flooded into my cunt!
I was a slut for this man! I didn’t care that my pride was broken, my wedding vows shattered. This was me, the truest me, in these circumstances, a black man practicing to breed my white womb. He made me into what he said, and I was satisfied beyond all imagination.
Grady filled me with seed as I came again from his fucking. He groaned in satisfaction and lay beside me on the bed. The enema bag was empty, but its pole remained standing over us. Grady grinned at the tube socketed into my rubber, anal seal. “Go flush that shit out of your ass, Slut.” My breathing slowed and steadied as he spoke “I’m not going to use you again today.” He considered the mess on his dick. “Then come back and clean me like a slut should.”
My body had never been so satisfied! The fire in my guts slowly burned through the multiple layers of pleasure protecting me from reality. I would need that tube out soon or its unbearable pain would return.
I didn’t want to move, not yet, though I could. Grady won this day and me as a woman. He made something of me that could be used by him and his son for breeding my race into theirs! “Thank you.” I struggled with my bonds, thinking somehow I had transcended them.
He chuckled and untied one of my wrists. I was able to untie the rest and hurried to the bathroom. Reaching the toilet just in time, vile fluid gushed out of my ass, giving my anus an acidic memento.
Embers continued to sear my rectum when I returned to the room and took his softening cock into my mouth. When it was clean, I asked humbly. “I couldn’t get it all out. Please let me use the enema equipment.” Soapy water should do the trick.
He snorted a single laugh after I sucked him clean. Pleased by how this white woman finally begged for his black cock, he sneered. “Sorry, but think of the lingering burn like you would after a delicious, spicy meal.” He grabbed a tissue and wiped my cum-tainted lips. “It’s the least I can do.”
I was full of shame, taking the bus to work that day. My ass was on fire but not critical. While passing as much of the enema as I could, my anus took the brunt of its caustic effect. I had to stand in a bus with plenty of vacant seats.
During my workday, I trembled and flinched from little surprises, trying to do my best while my insides suffered. I ate a ton of greasy food at lunch and was rewarded by a flood of diarrhea. Drastic steps for drastic situations.
When I returned home, Nina ignored me.
My husband’s return found no dinner waiting but me in our bedroom, sniffing back tears. We hugged, and I told him he was the best. We had a re-bonding moment making supper together. Nina acted confused. She remained silent throughout the meal except to answer mundane questions.
Time was disjoint, as if the lens shutter on life’s projector was unstable. The family was watching a streaming action movie. He and I sat side by side on the couch.
My phone chimed. I got up and found a text from Grady.