Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 11 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 11

by DiscipleN

Chapter 11

Stace had said the ‘movers’ called Terry, “Mr. Drangren.” When she returned from school, she found me at her desk searching online for that name.

“Mom, I need the computer for school.”

I erased the URL history before getting up. “I’ll be gone for supper. Do take care of your dad.”

“I can’t stand him!” She admitted.

“Well, don’t cut yourself over it. Now that you’re signed on to be Terry’s whore, any marks will drop your price.”

She gave me the finger. I exited and closed the door. My searches had been a tedious pain but ultimately successful. I found an archived page for Terry’s law practice. Court records from his trial gave an address. I checked the housing market for the place I found on a maps site. It was a two bedroom, one bath, 70’s cookie cutter design that hadn’t been sold since before Terry’s arrest. County records revealed its title was in the name of a Marlee Jackson. I looked up her name but found only BS pages.

Black Harvest, White Seeding (Interracial, rape, boys, women, demons, Halloween)

Black Harvest, White Seeding
by DiscipleN

Here is my second story of black boys raping and dominating white women, inspired by the drawings of the artist known as “Shota” on (Shotachan da net).

WARNING: Vast amounts of interracial bullshit is written below. Abandon reading it! I repeat, Abandon reading it!

[PROPER DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, regardless of age, or relation, sexual assault is illegal. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life.]

Halloween is the autumn festival, Samhain, that foretells the darkening of the skys and the arrival of snow. It is the harvest festival in many lands, known by different names, but true followers believe the separation between the spirit world and the living world narrows. Gaps through that veil can be found.

Ellen Kent stood on the step ladder, helping her college friend, Patricia, put up paper bats and other decorations along the school’s corridors. Patricia was an administrator, employed to assist, evaluate, and shepherd teachers at the small, “Late-Middle” school for boys of 14 years or older.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 10 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 10

Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.

I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 9 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, Ff, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.
by DiscipleN

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​Chapter 9

Terry used his key to unlock our apartment, two days later. It was Saturday. He carried what looked like a doggie poop bag and five twenty dollar bills. I waited naked on our new couch. He passed me and knocked on Stace’s door. “I got what he promised, and what I promised.”

The door opened and my teen child, red faced from frequent crying fits, peered out blankly. He gave her the money and the bag. “That’s all yours. The house rule doesn’t apply.”

In the bag was a severed little toe, fresh. My terrified daughter dropped it and the money. She hugged Terry.

Donald screamed from the master bedroom. We had bound him to the bed. “He’s got the addiction bad. Even a small dose might kill him.” Terry had explained. “Gotta let it burn down for a few days.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Terry patted Stace’s behind.

“I hate you.”

“You got reason, but it don’t matter. If you want more money, you’ll work when I tell you.”

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 8 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly.

by DiscipleN

Chapter 8

A long silence followed. Stace tried to ignore the worst possibility. Had he killed me? Fear drove her then. She slipped off of her bed and carefully opened her bedroom door.

“It’ll strengthen your neck muscles.” Terry spoke sternly in a soft voice from the living room.

What was happening?

Stacy slunk into the hall and along its shielding wall. She dared to peek into the room. She saw me with my head buried under his stomach. It slowly rose and fell. I was rapidly losing strength.

She guessed. Under the black intruder’s mass of fat I was blowing his cum soaked dick.

“Suck up every drop, Slut. This is what you should have done this morning, but you left me there with cum dripping into the cot and the blanket!” He remonstrated. “I had to clean that shit up and the fucking, upper bathroom!”

My daughter ducked back, fresh tears seeping out. Would the nightmare ever end?

“I saw you there, baby slut.” Terry’s sharp eyes informed his sharp mouth. “Look all you want. You’ve already done more than I could have asked for.” He laughed.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 7 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, MF, Mf, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Chapter 7

Terry had arrived before Stace returned from school, waiting for her at the front door.

“Don’t run, slut spawn.” He cautioned in a mild voice when Stace spied him. “And if you call the police, I’ll say you’re just a racist white girl hating on a poor black man down on his luck.”

“Get – out of here!” She stammered.

“I will. As soon as I get my due.”

“Mamma’s at work.”

“I can wait until then.” He grinned and pulled a worn, faded Rubik’s cube from his pocket.

“Get away from our door.” Stacy ordered, calming somewhat.

“Nope. I’m sticking right here, until your mamma gives what she owes me.”

Stace drew on her well tended pluck. “Don’t move.” She plucked keys from her jacket and ignored the fat black man while she unlocked the door.

“You’re as stupid as she is.” Terry pushed his way into our home, catching my daughter up in his wake. He shut the door behind him.

Stace ran to the end of the short hall. It was as far as she could get from her mother’s rapist. “Daddy! Help me!”

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 5-6 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Chapter 5

“Mom. Mom!” Someone was pushing me. I opened my eyes. Stace hung over me. She must have covered me with a throw. I was warm under it. My naked body had been so cold all weekend! “Is he gone?” She looked even more frightened than yesterday. “I-I locked the door. Was that okay?”

“Oh, Sweetheart, it’s over.” I told her. At least, for now it was. Getting up, I wrapped the throw around me and went to my bedroom. Donald lay still on the bed.

“Honey.” I called softly.

“Hnngg?” He grunted and opened one eye.

“We have to get you to a hospital.”

“C-can’t afford it.” He croaked.

“I don’t care. There’s a reason he did this to you.”

“He hates white people.”

I didn’t think that was it. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t done something worse to Stace than tie her up and gag her.

“What’s this?” I noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under the pillow by Donald’s head.

“Nothing.” He groaned and tried to cover it with a hand.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 3-4 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN


[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 3

I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table. A familiar discomfort filled my cunt. It was the only part of me he hadn’t bruised.

“Damn, this pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me.” Terry sat across two chairs, leaning back. My ass sat on his crotch. He had had to pull his belly up to make room for me. Both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am. “I can feel you moving.”

I burst into tears. “What did you do with my family?”

“They’re fine. I checked on them an hour ago.” Was he implying he’d had his dick in me for an hour?

“Let me see them. Please, Terry!”

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 1-2 [slow, nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 1

Barely making it in Seattle. That should be my forum name. I finally found work, and then my husband slips and cracks his spine. He’s on disability, and has regained most of his mobility, but Donald whinges whenever I bring up applying for work. Stace, our 14 year old daughter spends like a sixteen year old. She’s attractive enough. She doesn’t need the makeup and makeovers and makewhatevers, she saves every cent of her allowance for.

We were making it, a living. Can’t say that for most of our neighborhood. Funny thing is, the community next to ours began booming when the LINK rail line passed through it. Not that the mayor’s investments in that district had anything to do with the convoluted divergence from the light rail’s originally planned route.

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 14 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom]

Chained and Spanked Mother, ​ by DiscipleN ​
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. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . . ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​​ ​ ​

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Chapter 14

The months passed. Joan resisted her sons’ evil attacks only when it was too dangerous, but some dangers were too compelling to resist. The nightmare of that first time she hung in chains had never been repeated, but Robert and Tommy often used her cruelly. Many times, they simple fucked their mostly obedient mother, in whatever hole or holes they wanted at the time. They might even hug and kiss her. Such kindnesses never meant they would not stripe her ass with welts or smash her sensitive tissues with sharp clamps, the next time. Occasionally, when the car was available, they made her drive out to dark places where they would use and abuse her.

Joan wore a scarf around her head, to avoid being recognized, not that she knew anyone so low as to visit a nasty place like this. Robert and Tommy had told her the sex shop was known for it special goods. They made her escort them.