An Unlikely Enslavement - 7,576 Words (Patreon Exclusive)

This is a fanfiction story and should be treated as such.

Tags: Heavy Raceplay, Corruption, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Gaslighting, Misogyny, Heavy Degradation, Cum Feeding, Piss Play, Rough Oral Sex, MF

Starring: Tom (Original), Sydeon (Sydney Parker), Pokimane (Imane Anys), QuarterJade (Jodi Lee), LilyPichu (Lily Ki)

Author's note: This story has really solidified the importance of revision in my mind. As you may be able to tell from preview, this version has a few key differences. I changed the direction I wanted to take it slightly, and that resulted in some delays, but I love where it's at right now. I actually have about 2,000 more words written, but I need to rewrite and organize them to fit this storyline better. I wanted to finish that before posting, but I have an extremely busy next few days and I don't want to delay the release by that much longer. So I'll just add to this exclusive once that's done. Hope that's okay with you guys.

Anyway, this is it. Sydney takes a drive down BWC lane. Please do not read if raceplay is not your thing. There are no hard slurs, but still. Realism and slow burn are not huge factors here. I wanted the smut to be upfront and I think I succeeded. There's so much more I want to write about this one, so those 2,000 words might double pretty quickly. We shall see. Either way, hope you guys enjoy!

This story does not take place within the SAAS universe.

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Imane grabbed her car keys off the counter and headed outside. The weather was absolutely fantastic, as it had been all spring, and her outfit, consisting of a form-fitting tank top and a short skirt, was just skimpy enough to fully appreciate the warm afternoon sun.

She swayed her abundant hips as she walked down the patio steps and onto the driveway, feeling the jiggle in her thighs, her boobs, and her ass. The curvy streamer then opened the door to her expensive vehicle and climbed in.

Poki sat there for a full minute without moving much. She didn’t start the ignition. She didn’t turn on the radio. She simply looked straight ahead and rolled her eyes a few times.

Finally, her patience wore thin. With a deep sigh, she mustered up a tired question.

“Are you almost done?” she asked.

It was directed at the man in her passenger seat, who had seemingly gained entry after she had yet again forgotten to lock her car. How long he had been in there, though, was unknown. One thing was for sure– his musk was invading her nostrils.

Her ears were overwhelmed as well, with the sounds of fleshy masturbating and low grunts.

“Shut up, you stupid cunt,” he moaned as he jerked his eight inch cock. “Who the fuck said you could talk? Why don’t you do something useful and shake that Moroccan ass? That’d really help me out.”

A look of contempt washed over her face. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, shake that fat fucking ass of yours! I know you want to. You African whores can’t resist an opportunity to twerk.”

The gall of this man. “You– just please, finish. We don’t twerk for assholes like you.”

Despite the negative tone of the conversation, the man was stroking his cock with complete fervor. After all, talking to such an attractive young woman while he masturbated was extremely arousing.

“So you admit, you do twerk? Like a whore?”

Imane rolled her eyes, more in annoyance than anything else, and ignored his last comment.

“So what? I have a big butt. Of course I twerk sometimes.. with friends.. when I’m having fun. Not with creeps like you!”

Precum drooled out of the tip of the man’s cock. “Mm, so.. just picture yourself with your friends then. I don’t fucking care what you’re thinking about, as long as that ass is shaking.”

“Ugh,” Imane groaned. “You know, if you were a little nicer, I might consider helping you out.”

“Really?” he asked foolishly.

“No, you fucking creep,” Imane replied as she moved to open her door. “You’re a dreadful person to talk with. I’m going to wait inside. Honk whenever you’re done, and try not to shoot any cum on the radio. Took forever to clean last time.”

“No, wait,” he protested, reaching his hand out to grab her bare thigh and pausing her exit. “No need to be a bitch about it. I’m.. fuck, I’m done. I’m almost.. fuck.”

Rubbing Imane’s upper thigh was more than enough for the man to get over that final orgasmic hurdle. With one last guttural roar, cum shot out of his cock in large, heavy spurts. He immediately tilted dick to the left and aimed it at Pokimane, who was fully expecting him to defile her body. She didn’t react except for a small wince.

His cum landed mostly on her thighs and her knees, with small ropes decorating the center console. He saved his final shot of cum for the exact spot she warned him not to spray. The radio.

“Asshole!” Imane exclaimed as her mouth gaped in surprise. “You could’ve just kept cumming on my legs! At least that would’ve been easy to clean! Ugh!”

All he did was laugh as he pulled his pants back up. Before leaving, he grabbed a quick handful of Imane’s tits and thanked her for the help.

Poki sat there in anger. She watched as he walked towards the front entrance she had just exited from a few minutes ago. He rang the doorbell, took his cock out, and began pissing right at the base of the door.

With wide eyes, Imane watched Jodi open up a moment later. Her friend simply rolled her eyes as pee hit her feet and her shins. She didn’t immediately move out of the way, though. It looked like she was speaking to him, and the man took the opportunity to raise his stream of piss further up, coating her thighs, her shorts, and then her shirt.

Still, she didn’t move. Jodi was clearly being defiant. She didn’t want the man to obtain the reaction he was trying to get out of her.

But, after not getting anywhere by conversing for a full minute, Jodi simply raised her hands in defeat and walked away, giving up on any attempt to reason with the man.

Imane could feel the warm cum on her body as she saw him walk over to the adjacent home. On his way, he carelessly stepped on the beautiful flowers they planted along their driveway. It took them weeks to see any growth on those. The bastard.

Nevertheless, he was finally out of their hair. He crossed into his yard and entered his house a moment later.

Yup, this perverted asshole was their neighbor. Their fifty-six year old neighbor, Tom, to be exact, and unfortunately for Imane and her friends, his depraved behavior had been all too common ever since they moved in.

As Poki cleaned the cum off of her thighs with wet wipes, which were only stored in her car specifically to deal with Tom’s hijinks, she thought back to their first day here.

Poki, Lily, Sydney, and Jodi were all helping move their belongings inside when Tom approached from his lawn.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” he asked. “Do I finally have a new neighbor? That house has been empty for months!”

Imane and Sydney put down the nightstand they were both carrying and moved forward to talk with Tom. Lily and Jodi heard the commotion and walked over as well.

“Yes, sir! New neighbors, actually. Plural!” Imane replied with a friendly grin and a little bounce in her standing position.

Tom looked a bit confused though. “Wait, are you his– is he inside? Or..”

After an awkward pause, Sydney clarified, “It’s us. We’re the new neighbors. The four of us are moving in, and there is no ‘he’.”

“I’m sorry,” the older man said, shaking his head. “For a second, I thought some old fart hired a bunch of strippers to move his stuff in, haha.”

The girls all presented surprised expressions. Sydney looked down at their outfits. They were all pretty revealing. Small tank tops, lots of cleavage, and a few short shorts, but it was nothing overt, and certainly nothing that would suggest they were strippers.

“Oh, c’mon. You know, those stripper packages that offer oddball services. Cleaning your house and whatnot,” Tom explained. “Surely you tarts aren’t too slow to understand the reference.”

The girls were not amused.

“What the– no! We’re not strippers! That’s really rude of you to even suggest,” Imane retorted. “Why wouldn’t you just assume we’re the new tenants here?”

Tom raised his brows and stared as if the answer was obvious. “I mean, are you serious? A bunch of half-naked Asians and a colored chick. Or.. hold on– you’re.. Brazilian, maybe? What are you?” Tom asked with a finger pointed at Imane.

“I’m Moroccan! Not that it makes a difference!”

“Ah, damn it. I’ve always wanted to slap a Brazilian ass,” he commented, almost to himself. “They’ve got great asses, you know. But hey, yours isn’t half bad, either.”

Poki’s face scrunched up as her hands shot back to cover her rump. “What does that have to do with anything! Even if I was Brazilian, you.. you wouldn’t–”

But Tom interrupted her. “Okay, so two Africans and two Asians that look fresh off the boat,” Tom replied plainly, drawing more open-mouthed gasps from the group of babes. “This neighborhood ain’t cheap, you know? You can see why I might take you for strippers before tenants, right? Can’t fault me for making an assumption.”

Lily, the most nervous of the bunch, simply looked on in surprise. She couldn’t believe the dialogue they were having with this complete stranger. She was grateful that her friends were not letting his rude behavior slide. In search of context clues, she looked past the man and noticed three large flags hanging from his home: an American flag, a blue lives matter flag, and another of an unsavory politician. Of fucking course, she thought to herself.

“When that assumption is racist,” Sydney began to say.

“And sexist!” Jodi added.

“Yes, and sexist! Then yes, we can absolutely fault you. I mean, why are you even talking about our races?” Sydney finished stating with her hands on her hips. “A normal person would’ve just said hi and moved along.”

Tom put his hands up defensively. “I think you guys are taking this all the wrong way. I actually love Asians! I’m a big fan of all the porn you guys do. Really great stuff. No self respect whatsoever, haha. That’s what I like about you slanted-eyed whores. Say, I’d be happy to show you my collection. It’s mostly Japanese, but there are Korean and Vietnamese chicks in there too.”

His eyes then panned over to Sydney. “And okay, okay, I’m not the biggest fan of you blacks, but fuck,” he said as he reached out and grabbed her by the arm, turning her to the side, giving him access to her voluptuous ass. “One thing we can’t take away from you is your goddamn out-of-this-world dump trucks,” he said as he slapped her fat butt. His hand lingered, exploring the sensitive area between her cheeks and crudely groping her clothed cunt.

The shock of the situation lasted only a few seconds before Sydney shrieked and pulled away. “Oh my god! You can’t just touch people’s butts like that, mister. That is totally not okay!”

Imane simply couldn’t understand why, after all his egregious remarks, Tom was the one that looked more confused than any of them. It was as if their shock and offended reactions were unreasonable responses.

“Okay, we’re starting off on the wrong foot. I see that now,” he said in an attempt to mend his first impression. “Why don’t I help move you guys in? I’m sure you little ladies could use a bit of muscle, no?”

His change of tone actually served to quell the animosity, and the setting sun meant that dusk would soon arrive, so perhaps having their neighbor’s help wouldn’t be all that bad.

After a few exchanged glances, Imane spoke up. “Okay, fine. We could actually use your help, as long as you keep your hands to yourself!”

“No promises,” he responded with a sly grin, but quickly backtracked. “Joking, hah.”

That actually earned a chuckle from Sydney and Jodi, which eased the tension. They simply weren’t ones to maintain the confrontational mood of a conversation if it could be avoided. This was easier. “Okay, whatever. Just help us with the big stuff first. We can take care of the rest,” Jodi announced as the group moved back towards the U-Haul.

Jodi and Lily climbed in to see how they should tackle the workload while Tom stood next to Sydney. He glanced over at her butt, which looked fantastic in her shorts, and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know, you really do have a nice ass,” he mumbled out as he slapped her ass again and squeezed her cheeks. It was a dumb move, but worth the risk in his opinion. He’d stop copping as many feels as he could the moment they started dialing 911.

“And you really have no self-control,” Sydney replied with her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but stayed still.

“About as much self-control as your kind does during those riots, hah,” he laughed out as if he was some comedic genius. He grew tired of her left ass cheek and promptly switched to her right one, groping and slapping at his leisure.

“Wow, okay. For a second, I thought you might just have a dark humor, but you’re like.. actually racist, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Of course not! Wouldn’t be giving your black ass this much attention if I was, now would I?”

“Ugh,” Sydney groaned as she felt him linger further south towards her pussy. “That doesn’t mean anything. You’re still not treating me with respect.”

“Okay, fine. I might be a little racist, but even I can put that aside when an ass like this,” he said as he slapped her rear yet again, “comes my way.”

“Hah,” Sydney scoffed. She couldn’t believe how blatant he was being. It was as if he didn’t think there'd be any consequences. “Lucky me. Getting all of this glamorous attention from a self-admitted bigot. I mean, do you even hear yourself talk?”

“Never mind that. Talk is cheap anyway. Why don’t you come over to my place and I’ll prove that racists aren’t all bad,” Tom proposed, giving her ass another slap. It was strong enough to make Sydney jump forward slightly. “I can be very convincing.”

His odd emphasis prompted Sydney to meet his gaze. He was looking down, and when Sydney followed his line of sight, she was shocked. A large phallic outline was crudely being shown off as Tom thrust his hips forward.

Sydney’s eyes went wide. She looked back up at Tom and saw him in a.. different light.

“There’s no way that’s real,” she whispered after confirming that her friends were occupied.

Tom chuckled and replied, “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

“I can’t..” she hesitated.

“Come on. I’ve never fucked a black girl before.”

Sydney rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied, “Oh, really? Wow, I’m so down then. As long as I can help cross off a race from your fuck list!”

Sensing her satire, Tom smiled and added, “I’ve got some kinky shit. Some bondage stuff, if you’re into that. Handcuffs, a whip.. maybe we can take you back to your ancestral roots.”

Sydney was immediately insulted, evident by the disgusted look on her face, but her eyes fell back down to his protruding erection that he was pressing into her side, and her attitude softened.

There was no reason for the young streamer to do anything other than slap the man and walk away. Even entertaining the conversation for a second longer would be considered overly polite. No girl with even an ounce of dignity would–

“Okay,” she mumbled as she saw Imane helping Jodi and Lily pull out their heavy TV stand. She thanked the heavens that they weren’t listening in on the conversation.

“Well,” Tom said, not wanting to give the young girl any time to change her mind. He let go of her ass and waved his hand in the direction of his home. “Lead the way.”

Sydney bit her lip before calling out to her friends. “I’ll be right back, guys. Just need to.. talk with our neighbor.. for a bit.”

Their heads turned to see their friend walking towards Tom’s house. Tom grinned at them, slapped Sydney’s ass as she walked past him, and announced, “Don’t worry. There won’t be much talking going on.”

He quickly caught up to Sydney and joined her side.

Jodi immediately called out to her friend, as did Poki and Lily, but nothing they said worked. A few seconds later, they watched Tom slam his front door closed with their dear friend inside.

The girls simply looked at each other with their mouths open. “What the fuck just happened?” Jodi mumbled.

Inside the neighboring home, Tom’s grin couldn’t get any wider. Sydney stood there in all of her beauty. She wore a burgundy tank top that showed off plenty of cleavage and denim shorts that Tom had been enjoying for the past few minutes. Her slightly hesitant face still maintained her undeniably beautiful facial features. Syd was an absolute model of a woman, and here she was in an asshole’s abode.

Just waiting for him to make a move.

“You know, if you’re lucky, I might put a white baby inside of that belly of yours. Wouldn’t that be swell?”

Ugh. Sydney couldn’t believe she was doing this. “No.. no. That’s not happening. You’re not cumming inside of me, and actually, you’re using a condom. Definitely using a condom. Do.. you have one?”

Tom let out a quick chortle as he approached her and grabbed her by her hair. “You have no say here, slut. You shouldn’t have a say anywhere, frankly, but I guess you have rights now. Still, while you’re here in my home, you’ll listen, you’ll obey, and you’ll do it with a goddamn smile. Got it?”

Sydney heart raced. She wasn’t used to being bossed around or manhandled, and she definitely wasn’t used to uncooperative sexual partners. The men she dated were always more than willing to respect all of her boundaries.

But Syd wasn’t here because Tom was respectful. She was here specifically because he wasn’t.

She winced at Tom’s harsh grip as she responded. “O–okay.. I’m sorry. I’m not used to.. used to this. I’ll try to be more.. open-minded.”

“Oh, I know. I can tell by your awful fucking attitude that you’re not used to this. You know, you people used to be owned. Legally owned, I mean. They’d saddle you up in an old shed and whip you for talking back. You were nothing but property, and it’s a damn shame that you’ve gone from that.. to this,” he said, spitting in her unexpecting face.

Syd groaned as Tom increased the grip on her hair and jostled her head around for the fun of it. “Okay, okay! I get it. You’re racist, whatever. I’m just here for some dick, okay? So if we could please–”

Tom used his free hand to slap her across the face while maintaining his grip on her hair. She looked back at him with an angry lust. There was less defiance in her glare than before. She was upset and turned on at the same time.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever treated you like a whore should be treated, and definitely not like a black whore should be treated, but I’m about to change that. First things first, get on your knees, and kiss my feet.”

There was a slight hesitance in her immediate facial response, but the sting of her cheek convinced her to stop the confident masquerade she was putting up.

“Yes.. yes, sir,” she replied as she got down on her knees. She began responding to his stern orders. Even if her voice sometimes rejected him, her body wasn’t. Her cunt was on fire, and her nipples were harder than they had ever been.

Tom released his grip on her hair as she ducked down and planted several loving kisses on his feet.

“You.. mwah, mwah. You love this, don’t you?” she mumbled from her lowly position. “Mwah, mwah, mwah.. seeing me on my knees. A black girl.. on her knees. In front of you.. mwah, mwah. Kissing your feet. Mwah. Does it make you feel good?”

She looked up at him with her last question. Fuck, was she beautiful. A face as perfect as hers only happens once in every hundred thousand girls.

Tom’s cock was begging to be released, and he had no reason to resist his urges. Without responding to Syd’s question, he unbuckled his belt and freed it from his jeans completely. He then wrapped it around Sydney’s neck and used it to choke her briefly.

“I’m going to use you like your life means nothing. Because that’s what you are. Nothing. An object. A tool to help me cum,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. He maintained the pressure of his belt with his left hand while his right slid his jeans and briefs down, revealing his powerful cock. “You’ll wish you were out in a field picking cotton by the time I’m done with you.”

Syd was being asphyxiated, which made it hard to focus, but his words still penetrated her brain’s Wernicke’s area.

Tom was so fucking lazy. Slavery, haha. So funny. But he wasn’t saying it as a joke. He meant the shit he said, and for whatever reason, Sydney couldn’t wait to bring him the most pleasure he’d ever felt.

“Ever seen a dick that big?” he mused as his large white cock bounced around, attracting Syd’s line of sight.

Sydney struggled to respond with the belt around her neck, but she shook her head side to side. “It’s.. ughh, it’s huge. It’s so thick, err.. thick. So thick. If you.. ughh, stop fucking choking me, maybe.. guhh, I can service you.”

Tom took a hold of his cock and slapped Syd across the face with it a few times before aiming his head at her oral entrance and thrusting forward. He met resistance immediately, but he shuffled Sydney’s head side to side until she managed to swallow most of his length.

“Don’t need your help with that.”

“Ufhfhfghhh!” she muffled out. The intruding member forced her to adjust quickly. He facefucked her harshly for a while before letting up.

It was important to set a tone for the rest of the evening.

“That’s a good fuckin’ slave. Suck my cock,” he demanded as he finally let her do some of the work.

Despite his comments, Sydney wanted to please him. She really wanted to please him, so she began bobbing her head on his massive cock, taking as much of it as she possibly could. Spit quickly accumulated in her mouth and coated Tom’s bulging member. Drool dripped down onto Tom’s big balls and then onto the hardwood floor.

“Gluck, gluck, gluck,” was the only noise coming from Syd’s mouth as Tom’s hips thrust forward roughly, jamming her tight throat with the strong head of his cock.

Tom groaned at the fantastic sensation. It was a remarkable feeling and an even more remarkable sight. He’d only met this chick minutes prior, and here she was.. servicing him to the best of his ability. Despite all his rude commentary, she was here.

It proved a few things in his mind, and this interaction likely meant that he’d never change his hateful ways.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunted her as she rhythmically blew his impressive dick. “Serving the white man?”

Syd knew he was racist before she had even come over. He didn’t hide for even a second. And it was fucking with her. She’d always been taught to call his behavior out. Name and shame. Confront. Letting tiny little comments like that go is what emboldened assholes like him.

But his cock was winning her over. It was allowing his remarks to bypass all of her personal boundaries, and she found herself getting wet. Soaked, actually. Her panties were a moist mess by now.

“Mhmm,” she found herself moaning back. “Uh luhh suhhving thuhh whuhhh mhhhn.”

She leaned back so she could speak properly.

“I love serving a white man,” she mumbled before choking herself on his dick again.

Tom smiled. This one might just be a keeper. “You look so obedient. Your ancestors would be proud, I’m sure. Keep sucking my cock. Just like that.”

And she did. Every time he degraded her, Sydney found herself taking him just a little deeper down her throat or increasing the speed of her blowjob. It was the least she could do after he allowed her the privilege of sucking such a girthy cock.

“If you do a good job, I might just keep you as my slave forever. You’d fuckin’ like that, wouldn’t you?”

Syd moaned loudly around Tom’s cock, sending pleasing vibrations up his sensitive member.

Tom let the beautiful streamer blow him for a bit longer before he took control again. Grabbing her by the hair, he shoved his pelvis forward and buried his cock deep inside of her throat, straining her ability to breathe and forcing her gag reflex to panic.

It brought him so much joy to see her struggle. Restricting her basic necessity was dangerously empowering.

Tom let her panic for quite some time before letting her up for air. He repeated this a few times until he could tell that one more would fully knock her unconscious.

He wasn’t about to let that happen without using the rest of her holes.

In quick motion, he released his cock from her tight gullet, slapped her across the face, and dragged her by the hair. Tom brought her over to the sofa and tossed her onto it, raising her into the air by only her locks.

“Fuck, you’re so rough!” she giggled back as she rubbed her sore scalp. She began removing her shorts and taking off her panties in anticipation of what was to come. “I guess I should get used to that though, right?”

“Quickly. I don’t have any patience for gentle sluts. Now open those legs, slave. It’s time to breed you white,” Tom declared.

“Ooo,” Sydney cooed as she raised her legs high in the air, giving the much older man full access to her most private areas. “Yes, master. Breed me white. Breed my black pussy. Use me.. give me a baby!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’d finally give your worthless life some purpose.”

“Mm, yes. Finally! Finally, I’d be useful.. carrying your white baby. Make me useful! Please, sir! I’ve been worthless for so long! Give me a purpose!”

Tom took in the sight before him. Sydney’s pussy was perfect. “So that’s what a black cunt looks like, eh? Fuck, that’s pretty.”

She blushed like a schoolgirl. “I’m glad you think so, sir. That makes me so happy, heh.. it’s– it’s all yours. My pussy is yours.”

“All mine, huh?” he replied as he lined his cock up and pushed forward. This was the point of no return. “Ohh, yeah. That’s a tight fucking cunt.”

“Wowww, fuck! So big! Your cock is so big.. ugh. Stretch me out, daddy,” Syd moaned. “Stretch me, fuck! Stretch my cunt out, master! Yes, yes, yes! Ahhh, so good!”

Tom sunk his large dick deep into the begging streamer. Her pussy was soaking wet, which allowed half of his prick to slide in without much hassle. The rest of his cock demanded more strenuous force for entry, but that wasn’t an issue at all. He was glad to pound Sydney’s tight cunt into shape.

Tom quickly picked up a steady motion. He buried his cock as deep as it would go, eliciting hungry moans from the black girl, and then withdrew his cock just so he could slam himself back in.

“Fuckkk! You’re.. fuck! You’re fucking me.. so good! Mm! Yes, daddy! Pound me! Stretch me out, master! Stretch out your slave! Ughh! Ugh!”

“Ahh,” Tom groaned out. “So you admit it, huh? You’re a slave? My slave?”

Sydney tongue rolled out of her mouth as the pleasure took over her body and mind. She had to tuck it back in to respond.

“Yes, yes, fuck! I’ll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you keep fucking me! Ughhhh, yes! So good! You’re so fucking big.. ohhh, I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you! And my friends! We were all so mean to you! We should’ve.. ahh, should’ve dropped to our knees the second you walked over. I’m sorry! I’m sorry we didn’t!”

As Tom worked his cock in and out of the young girl, he chuckled. “Hah. No, I was being an asshole. It was deserved, and I got pussy out of it.. so, it’s no big deal.”

“Mm,” Syd moaned back. “Yes, you got pussy out of it, heh. Forever! You can fuck me any time you want me! I’m.. fuck, ughhhh. I’m serious about that, okay? I’m so glad– fuck! So big! So good, daddy! Master! Ughhhh. I’m so glad you came over to us. I’m so glad you.. sexually assaulted me. Groped me. This was exactly what I needed! FUCK! Ahhh, ah.. so good. I needed to be used. You– you can fuck me whenever, okay? Use me whenever! Fuck, daddy! Fuck!”

“I intend to do just that,” Tom replied as he withdrew his cock entirely. It was dripping wet with Sydney’s love juices. “Now, it’s time to try out that ass of yours.”

He guided his cock towards her asshole and pushed forward. Syd’s eyes shot open at the unexpected intrusion. “Uhhh, fuck! That’s.. ugh! You’re too big.. fuck. You’re just.. taking any hole you want, huh? Really don’t care what I say? Hah.. fuck.. ah, ahhh.”

It was a much bigger struggle to bury his cock in her ass than her cunt, of course, but Tom wasn’t one to give up. He was a persistent man, and a tight asshole was no obstacle for him. Which was proven correct when he found himself balls deep inside of Sydney’s incredibly taut ass a few moments later.

He paused there briefly. “How.. how’s that feel?”

Sydney smiled in between her heavy pants. “Full! Fuck, I’ve never felt so full, but.. does it really matter.. how I feel? As long as your cock.. is hard.. it’s worth it.”

Tom smiled back at her. “Mm. I think I am going to keep you. Own you. Forever. I’ll keep you locked up in a little cage and only take you out when my dick is hard.”

Syd smirked. “Oo, that sounds hot, haha. Do it!”

And with that, the pair continued their animalistic fucking for another twenty minutes. Sydney reached multiple powerful orgasms, and when Tom felt his balls begin to churn, he buried himself deep inside of her. True to his word, he shot his load directly into her womb.

“Ahh, so much cum. So warm. I can feel you in my stomach, hah..”

“Alright, whore. Stay like that, legs raised, for a few minutes. I’m going to go heat up some dinner. You know where the door is when you’re done,” Tom said dismissively as he stood up and began walking away.

Sydney pouted a little. “I.. I thought you were going to keep me. You’re letting me go?”

“Hah!” Tom laughed. “You’re still mine, but I don’t want cops at my door, and your friends are surely worried about you. Go talk to ‘em.”

Sydney smiled as she watched him walk away, keeping her dark legs high in the air.

It was embarrassing. Keeping her legs up, just to increase her chances of getting pregnant. By a complete fucking stranger. An asshole. It must’ve been a psychological trick, but Syd could feel Tom’s cum nestled deep inside of her, invading her womb and searching for her egg. The post orgasmic wave hit her hard, but didn’t deter any of the sentiments she had shared in the middle of all the fucking.

She wanted to be Tom’s slave. She wanted to get pregnant. She wanted to be caged.

It was insane, but she didn’t care. Every fiber of her being was still reeling from the way he made her feel. Being degraded in such a hateful way.. it felt right, and at least Tom would keep it quiet. He was an old dude. There’s no way he’d do anything to impact her job online or her social media presence.

Her blissful bias was overshadowing any reasonable logic she had left.

Ten minutes later, her distraught friends ran over to her as she approached. They were still moving furniture, but quickly set down whatever was in their busy hands to see how Sydney was doing.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“What happened over there?”

“Why were you gone for so long?”

All these questions and more were sent her way, and she did her best to answer them without revealing the true events that transpired. They just wouldn’t understand her rationale. Over time, maybe. But not now.

After her roommates' worries were dispensed, they hurriedly unloaded the last of the truck’s contents.

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As Imane cleaned the last of Tom’s cum off of her thighs, she cursed herself for not being more strict with him on that fateful day. Perhaps she and her friends were hesitant to burn any bridges on their first day in the neighborhood. Or perhaps they were simply too shy to be overly direct with people, even if they deserved it.

Either way, Tom took that initial interaction, and Sydney’s unexpected friendliness, as an invitation to bother the adorable streamers as often as he could from then on.

Which started with the day that immediately followed their move-in.

The roommates were all finally done unpacking their wardrobes. There was a mountain of laundry to do, dishes to sort, and furniture to rearrange. They had spent the entire night prior building their beds and moving everything inside, only stopping briefly to eat their dinner that doordash delivered.

Sydney was noticeably upbeat and cheerful, which kept everyone motivated.

The work continued into the morning, and after an intense few hours of furniture organization, the girls collapsed on their recently adjusted sectional.

“We should’ve just hired people to do this,” Lily groaned as she wiped sweat from her forehead. “I wasn’t made for this kind of manual labor. Look at me! I’m a tiny, adorable girl! I was made for hugging! Being cute! Cuddling! And watching anime. Not this!”

“I second that,” Jodi added with an exhausted chuckle. “This is one thing I wouldn’t mind leaving to the dudes.”

Imane entertained their joke. “Yeah, this whole equality thing can stop riiiiiight before we’re expected to lift a two ton couch, haha.”

The girls all shared a big laugh. Sydney chimed in with, “You know, I could’ve just asked Tom for help. He would’ve been more than happy to help us move all this stuff!”

“Tom?” Jodi asked in confusion.

“Oh, sorry. Our neighbor! The guy that greeted us yesterday?” Sydney explained with an odd smile on her face.

“Greeted us?” Imane scoffed. “I would hardly call that greeting! He just came over to harass us. And you! He touched you inappropriately, Syd!”

Sydney waved off her concerns. “We spoke about it yesterday and it’s all water under the bridge. He just has an old-fashioned way of seeing things. A slap on the butt is just his way of saying hello. He really helped me understand it from.. his perspective.. yesterday.”

“Oh, whatever. I still don’t think any of us should go near him,” Jodi warned.

“He’s actually a really nice guy. Once you get to know him, like I did,” Syd added. “Maybe you guys will. Soon. Let’s just stay open-minded, yeah?”

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Syd stood up to answer it. The girls all heard her shriek in excitement, followed by little whispers. They looked over to see the man of the hour.. Tom.

But he was gone before they could even stand up.

And he left a welcome gift with Sydney.

“Are those cupcakes?” Lily asked. “He baked us cupcakes?”

The idea of a delicious baked good was enough to get all the girls on their feet. They approached suspiciously and inspected the treats with caution.

“I told you guys he was nice,” Syd stated as she held out a platter of vanilla cupcakes. All vanilla, except one. One was chocolate. “Awhhhh, I think this one's for me, heh,” she giggled. “He’s so sweet!”

Imane rolled her eyes at Syd’s naivety. That could be seen as thoughtful, in some twisted way, but the fact that Tom always had race at the forefront of his thoughts was fucking weird.

“There’s no way he baked these,” Jodi concluded. “Look at them! They’re all perfectly shaped. The frosting is the same on all of them. He probably bought these, hah.”

Imane agreed immediately. “Oh my god, you’re so right! He totally bought these from the grocery store. Did he really think we wouldn’t notice? Haha, what a sly move. Okay, Tom. I see you.”

Sydney wasn’t onboard with the Tom slander, though. “So what if he did? He clearly put in some effort to show us that he’s sorry about yesterday. That’s gotta count for something.”

“Relax, Syd! No one said anything bad about your boyfriend,” Jodi joked.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” she retorted a little too defensively, and added, “I’m just trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, is all.”

The group begrudgingly acquiesced and they all took the neighbor’s peace offering. With a smirk on her face, Sydney proposed an idea. “We should all take a bite at the same time.”

“Wait, why at the same time?” Imane asked as she licked the frosting off her finger.

“Just.. you know, like.. a toast. A toast to Tom and our new house,” she managed to explain. The real reason was much more convoluted, but no one had any reason to suspect anything.

The girls agreed and bumped their cupcakes together. At the same time, they took a large bite, getting to the center of each cupcake, and they began chewing. The sweet flavor of the frosting arrived first. It was delicious, like any cupcake would be, and then.. it hit them.

The salty goo-filled center. It was pungent and quickly overwhelmed any other flavor that the cupcake had to offer.

Wide eyes were formed around the whole room. They met each other as dire conclusions were being drawn.

Lily covered her mouth and fought through the taste, swallowing shortly after.

Imane stopped chewing as soon as the flavor hit her, but she kept the tainted treat in her mouth.

Jodi immediately recognized the consistency and the unique taste, so she spit her cupcake out onto the floor. “What the fuck? Pluhhh, pluuhh,” she muttered in bewilderment. She inspected the cupcake in her hand briefly and confirmed her suspicions. “Is that fucking semen? He put cum in the cupcakes?!”

Chaos erupted shortly after.

Cupcakes were tossed into the air and onto the ground in slow motion. Splashes of cum hit their living room floor. Jodi scrambled over the sofa and towards the nearest water source. Lily ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth, only to realize that she had yet to unpack her toothbrush. Imane lost the race to the kitchen faucet, so she opened the fridge and used orange juice instead.

It was pandemonium.

Sydney, however, stood in her original position and chewed her last bite of delicious cupcake. She even licked her fingers clean.

A guilty smirk painted her face as she saw Jodi fiercely scrubbing her tongue under the flowing faucet water. Imane was rinsing her mouth with orange juice for the fourth time, getting her shirt soaked in the process. She was sad that Tom wasn’t there to see it. He would’ve really appreciated that sight. Lily could be heard in the background screaming for help as she searched for her toothpaste. She was the only girl that swallowed Tom’s cum, so the flavor was surely overwhelming her mouth and her throat by now.

After a few minutes, the disorderly mayhem died down and the girls, one by one, walked back into the living room.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck?” Jodi yelled out. “That fucking asshole!”

“Did he really put cum in those? I couldn’t even taste it,” Sydney mumbled in an attempt to hide her role in the mischief.

“How could you not? It was so.. pungent! Oh my god,” Imane replied in disgust. “I’m two seconds away from shaving off my taste buds.”

“Ugh, please hand me the razor when you’re done,” Lily joined in with a revolted look on her face. “I can still taste it. Bleh, blehhh, ughhh.”

“We have to fucking do something! That’s so illegal. He can’t just hide cum in our food and make us eat it. We.. we should call the cops!” Jodi suggested. She knelt down and picked up one of the soiled cupcakes. “We have the evidence right here.”

“No, no. Guys! I will go talk to him. If he really did put his sperm in those cupcakes, we have to confront him. He’s.. he’s probably over there right now, laughing his butt off. He can’t just mess with us like this and get away with it,” Sydney replied convincingly. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jodi said as she approached the front door.

“No! Er– no.. I mean, we don’t want to overdo it. If we all go over there, he’s just going to get defensive. I’ll just do it myself,” Sydney declared.

The girls reluctantly agreed and watched as their friend walked over to their neighbors house. They peered through the side window as their dear friend knocked on the door. When it opened, a big smile appeared on her face and she rushed inside.

“What the?” Lily whispered.

“Maybe she’s just trying to be friendly?” Imane wondered out loud.

Nevertheless, the trio of friends would be left in confusion for the next twenty minutes.

Within seconds of entering Tom’s home, Sydney was on her knees being relentlessly deepthroated by a massive white cock.

Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck

“Worthless fucking black whore,” he spat out at her as he forced his fuckrod in and out of her tight throat. “Haha! Tell me all about it. Did it work? How did they react?”

Sydney wasn’t able to respond, what with being roughly facefucked and all, but her eyes widened in an attempt to mimic her friends’ reactions.

“Yeah? Haha, they looked that stupid, huh? Just like you do?”

Sydney giggled around his cock and nodded ever so slightly, with the little room she had to maneuver. Tom quickly picked his facefucking speed back up, and her head was bobbing up and down his cock two or three times per second.

“Ahhh, fuck. This is so fucking nice,” he groaned as he bullied Syd’s little throat. “I want to pull more shit just like that. Those fucking sluts. I want them all eating my cum. Daily. Without knowing about it, too.”

Sydney moaned around his cock. She couldn’t help but love the idea.

“And you’ll help me out, right?”

Again, she moaned and nodded. “Perfect.”

Little dialogue was exchanged for the rest of the facefucking session. Not counting racist insults, of course. Those were plentiful. They’d always be plentiful, Sydney guessed. And she was not only okay with it, she was excited. She was excited to see where this whole thing would go, and she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

When Tom was done with her, he made sure to cum all over her face.

“Fuck, don’t close your eyes. Yeah! Fuck! I want it in your eyes! Take my fucking cum!” he shouted as his pointed his cockhead right against her pupil, spraying rope after rope of semen into her sensitive eyes. “Now, the other one. Fuck! Cum in both your eyes! Haha, what a whore.”

Syd could only take two ropes of sperm in each eye before her body forced her to close them, leaving Tom to stray the rest of his load onto her face.

“Ahh.. it stings a little, hah. All.. all done? Can I clean up now?” she asked anxiously. It was actually extremely uncomfortable, but she minimized the feeling for Tom’s pleasure.

“Nah,” he replied casually. “That was fuckin’ hot. I think I’m going to cum in your eyes every time I give you a facial, so you should get used to it.”

“Ahh, okay,” she groaned. “But.. my friends are expecting me.”

“Give it another minute. I’m going to go take a shower. Let yourself out, whore.”

Syd could hear the sound of his steps decrease as he walked further away, and still, she remained on her knees. She could’ve just stood up then and there. It wouldn’t have made a difference. Tom wouldn’t know.

Or maybe this was a test. Maybe he was still there, pretending to have left the room. He was testing her. Training her to–

The sound of running water, the shower, suddenly filled the room. Nope. He wasn’t watching her. But still.. it felt wrong to disobey him. She didn’t have it in her to defy his orders. She was obedient.

But fuck. A minute definitely had to have passed by now. She was overthinking everything.

Syd shook her head and stood up. Silly fucking girl.

She quickly washed her face and eyes and made herself presentable. Her friends bombarded her with questions yet again.

“Guys, it was all a prank!” Sydney tried to explain. “I talked to him, and he really was apologetic. He didn’t think we’d overreact the way we did, but once I told him all about it, he was sorry.”

“A.. a prank?” Jodi stared daggers at her friend. “A fucking prank?”

“That’s not a prank, Syd! That’s fucking psycho behavior!” Imane shouted out.

“It’s illegal, too,” Lily added. “We were googling it. Tampering with food is sooo illegal. It’s the same as poisoning it, almost.”

“Okay, everyone relax,” Sydney replied in an attempt to minimize their concerns. “He didn’t freaking poison us! I didn’t even taste the cum, if I’m honest. No one is sick, right? It was just a harmless prank, and kind of funny. He said that he used to pull the same prank with his friends all the time.”

“He.. he used to put cum in his friend’s food?” Jodi asked, bewildered.

“Well, no. He said he used mustard and hot sauce and stuff,” Sydney replied. “But he didn’t have those on hand.”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds.

“So he went with the next best thing, huh? Fucking cum?” Jodi asked.

Syd nodded as if there was nothing wrong with that reasoning. “Exactly.”

A new wave of complaints flowed in, but Syd did her best to quell them. “Guys, it was just a joke. He wants to be on good terms with us, so he pulled a playful prank. One that he used on his friends all the time! He’s treating us like one of his old friends. One of the guys, you know. That’s kind of sweet, if you think about it.”

Her logic was exhausting and redundant, which worked to gaslight the rest of her roommates. They agreed to drop the issue as long as he never pulled it again.

“Of course. He was really sorry about it,” Sydney replied as the image of her getting brutally facefucked appeared in her head. “I’ll go let him know right now, okay? No more cum in our food. We’re putting our feet down.”

The girls all murmured agreements.

A minute later, Sydney was kneeling in Tom’s shower, completely naked.

“We have to be more subtle, oka– pff.. okay?” Sydney tried to explain as Tom pissed on her face. He thought it was funny to aim his pee right in her mouth as she spoke. “No more– pffghh.. cough, cough. No more cum-filled goodies, okay?”

“So what? Like, we mix it in with the frosting instead?” he asked as aimed his cock higher and pissed directly in her eyes.

Syd tried to keep them open for his pleasure, but she didn’t manage that well. His stream of piss was quite powerful. She’d have to get used to it over time.

“Exactly,” she replied with a smile. "We'll have to mix it in with the frosting."

Tom was relentlessly perverted, and she loved that about him. As he applied the last dripples of piss into her eyes like eye drops, Syd wondered what chaos lay ahead. What would he get her into in the days to come? What debauchery would he force upon her and her friends?

And why the hell was she so excited about all of it?