TITLE    : Chrysalis
STORYID  : chrysalis-6
SUMMARY  : A young woman deals with a dark influence invading her life.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-24
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |interracial|bbc|forced|drugged|revenge|non erotic|story|cheating|lying|daughter|


(To my regular readers, please be advised that this is not to my usual style, and like I say to most white girls, brace yourself, this is longer than you're used to. This is less erotica, and more a story about a girl, though it contains some elements you may be used to seeing. There will be some OBVIOUS EDITS for violence at the end, as Literotica and I don't seem to agree on the context of it, and they won't publish otherwise.)

- As the Sun Sets in the West -

Krystal sat on the roof smoking a cigarette, the ridge parked between her butt cheeks as she sat cross legged, enjoying the cool evening breeze. It was late summer, and while the time was running out for it, she loved the fresh air as it gently danced over her bare arms. The season for tank-tops was coming to an end sadly, but it also meant hoodie weather was coming, so it felt like a fair trade.

She tugged absent mindedly at her chain bracelet, a habit that seemed to always center itself on her various trappings; her piercings, her chains, her spiked collar. She always did it when she was feeling nervous, though she hated the idea of ever feeling anything at all, but this was a strange occasion indeed, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Her dad had disappeared, or skipped out, she wasn't sure which, but it had been sufficiently long enough that her mom had been seeing a new guy, and today was the day he was finally coming to live with them.

Krystal wasn't some sort of child, she was almost 21 now, old enough she should be able to accept her mom moving on, but part of her had always hoped her dad would be back someday and this felt like putting the final nail in that particular coffin. Not that she was a stranger to coffins either, as her fathers disappearance had made her the poster child for daddy issues, with the sort of goth exterior that older men loved to try and prey on. She was thin but shapely, with the sort of pale white complexion that comes from living in the dark, and she had dark brown hair (almost black) that she kept in a short pixie cut. She had light brown eyes that seemed to magnify behind her round rim silver glasses, and her ears were lined with spiked piercings. She had also pierced her septum, her nipples, and even her belly button.

She loved dark tank-tops that showed off her cleavage and kept her arms and neck bare of clothing, allowing her to wear one of her various collars, and her many chained bracelets. Her jeans were always ripped, fishnets barely concealed beneath them, and she wore converse sneakers, assuming she felt like wearing shoes at all. She had been a bit slutty in high school, a reputation she never lived down, her sorrow turning into a costume she wore everywhere to hide away from the world and herself.

She took one last long drag as she tipped her head back, always enjoying the ember glow as it burned away to nothing, letting it all out in one large huff as she flicked the cigarette out into the gravel driveway below. Her mom's car sat not far from where it landed, a large black SUV pulling in and parking directly over top of it less than a few seconds later. Krystal had just been about to climb back in her window, but stopped to peek out over the edge as she had heard them arrive, hoping to finally get a look at the man her mom had been hiding for so long. Her mom Kathy got out of the passenger side a moment before he exited the car, his hand nearly invisible against the dark SUV and the dying light of the day, as Krystal realized that he was very, very black.

She had never asked, and her mom had never bothered describing him, in fact, the extent of what Krystal knew was that his name was Darrell, and that he was a man. Not that she had anything against black people, but she would have never pictured her work-a-day mother ever settling down with someone who didn't look like the male embodiment of the suburbs. The couple went around the back of the SUV, gathering a small cluster of suitcases, Kathy struggling to drag her few, while Darrell threw a duffle over his shoulder, dragging his wheeled bag behind him. There was gentle chit chat filled with mother's laughs, and a pause for a kiss at the door where he got a little too handsy. Krystal simply scoffed, and retreated back to her room, her bare feet scraping across the rough roof as she flopped in the open window.

- The Darkness In All of Us -

Her room wasn't much of what you'd picture, not that it was covered with pink unicorns or anything, it was of course dark, but also surprisingly neat. Krystal didn't feel the need to live in a den of filth, her bed made, with a soft black comforter on top, small silver based lamps with dark shades on either side, a trunk at the foot of it. She had a dark wood framed chair with a black hammock style cloth in between which she plopped down into, sincerely tempted to get her bong out and haze the rest of the night out. But she had promised she wouldn't. Kathy knew she smoked, and normally didn't care, but she wanted her daughter to make a good first impression for this guy (as if she'd be palling around and calling him dad someday). So instead, she just plugged in her phone, and sat fooling around and waiting for the text for her to come down for a painfully awkward introduction.

It wasn't until about 20 minutes of YouTube videos, she realized that no one had tried to contact her. As much as she wanted to count this as a victory, it wasn't like her mom to skip out on formalities, and Krystal knew she wouldn't be able to relax until she could say with certainty that everything was alright. So, she hoisted herself back up, unlocking her door, heading out and down the stairs. Her footfalls were muted by the carpet, which also extended to runners on the stairs, and she cautiously descended, slowing down as she heard the breathy sounds of commotion ahead. Part of her knew better than to look, but morbid curiosity got the better of her.

Thankfully for her, she couldn't make out more explicit details, but as she reached the bottom and had a full view into the combo kitchen/dining area, she saw Darrell resting back against the countertop, with her mother parked right on her knees in front of him, clearly sucking his dick. One of Darrell's black hands resting firmly on the crown of her head, guiding and working her head back and forth, the other bracing the counter's edge. Her mother had removed her shirt and bra, only her back visible from this angle, with her left hand gripping her lover, the other arm working something in front of her pelvis. That was a mystery with an obvious answer, but not one that needed to be solved regardless. Krystal immediately turned around, slipping back upstairs, and closing her door much louder than perhaps she meant to (or subconsciously did, hoping to disrupt them). Either way, she plopped back down in her chair, producing her bong, fumbling her lighter before lighting up and taking a good hard rip.

Krystal tried hard to wipe the memory out of her brain, but every time she closed her eyes, it was all she could see, the auditory memory of her mother's pleasured sucking sounds echoing in her head on loop. Krystal had used some harder drugs, pills, in the past, something she swore she would never do again, but the desire to break that vow was hard to shake off at the moment. She eventually fell asleep in the chair with earbuds in, a blessing, as the louder sounds of her mother screaming and crying out in orgasm began filling the walls as the night went on.

- A Morning After Pill -

Krystal ended up getting her introduction the next morning, after her mom invited her down to breakfast, Kathy either not knowing or caring about the awkwardness of last night. Krystal didn't feel the need to tell her about it either, as it was already bad enough knowing it had happened, worse would be having a long drawn out conversation about it. Her mom was a grown woman, as was she, she'd just have to learn to live with that fact. But she had knocked at nearly eight, bright eyed and ready for their first "family" meeting.

"Come on, you have to go down and meet him. He's excited to finally see you in person." Kathy said cheerily.

Krystal couldn't help but focus on the words "Come" and "Go Down", but shook it off, giving her mother a half hearted response,

"Look, I'll meet him, but I really don't want to talk, okay?" she said darkly.

"Oh stop, you don't even know him yet. Besides, he works from home, and you don't want to have a more awkward run in later when I'm gone, right?" Kathy said, making reasonable sense.

"Fine, I guess. I'll be right down." she said, her mother leaving with a optimistic smile.

Krystal didn't bother to change, that could wait until after she got out of the shower later, instead, she just trudged down hoping the sight of the kitchen wouldn't awaken too many bad memories. After all, bacon came from the kitchen, and that was a sanctuary you just don't spoil. Darrell was sitting at the head of their small dining room table, almost as dark now as he'd been last night, the sun barely lighting up his skin, with the exception of the glare on his completely bald head. He was handsome, or so it could be said, but Krystal felt uneasy around him already, something that extended further than last nights unfortunate run in. He stood as she approached, moving a little closer to her as he did.

"Well well, so we finally meet Ms. Krystal." he said, his voice deep and smokey.

"Yeah, uh... it's nice to meet you." she responded, trying not to look him in the face.

"And so pretty too... I know just where she gets it from." he said, turning and raising an eyebrow to Kathy who just blushed and looked away, charmingly embarrassed.

Krystal could almost feel his eyes on her, the sensation making her uncomfortable, so she turned back toward him, finding he was indeed eyeing her up. His gaze had drifted from her face down to her chest, and was now looking at her bare feet, she could practically sense him getting an erection as he sized up her young body.

"Alright, well, I'm going to go. See you guys later." Krystal muttered, turning to leave.

She knew damn well he was staring at her ass, and tried her best to hustle along and prevent him from enjoying it too much. Unfortunately, Kathy chimed in, prolonging the moment she could escape.

"Well, I have to head out to work, so I'm glad you two got the chance to say hello! Be nice to each other, especially you, Kitty. (Krystal's nickname from when she was a little girl) We'll all have pizza for dinner tonight, okay?" Kathy finished, not really expecting an answer, as she was going to do it anyway.

Krystal resumed her departure, only hitting the first few steps before she heard Darrell chime something in himself, apparently a response to her mother grabbing her keys.

"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" he said, his tone sounding firm.

"Oh, of course." Kathy responded coyly.

Krystal could once again hear the sound of the two of them, the wet and breathy noise of a passionate kiss taking place, making her cringe. She bounded the rest of the way up in double steps, leaving whatever adult nonsense they were getting into now between them. She was not happy knowing that she'd be stuck here all day, and every day it seemed, with this strange black asshole looming around somewhere, but what choice was there? Moving out had almost been an option with her high school boyfriend, but they had been less in love, and more sharing a common enjoyment with narcotics. A love affair that had fallen apart, a truly lucky moment, as she could imagine the squalor she'd be living in right now if she had gone down that road.

She had bounced between jobs since then, finding no passion or joy in anything, was now currently unemployed, and despite her gripes, thankful that her mom was helping to keep her stable. The thought gave her pause, realizing again that she needed to let her mom enjoy her life, and her new boyfriend, even if she herself didn't want to be a huge part of that. Krystal sighed, shook her head, and started gathering a fresh outfit for the day. A very punk red and black patched hoodie, a classic pair of ripped up jeans, and her black lace thong. She wasn't trying to impress anyone, she just enjoyed less cloying clothes, which is also why she wasn't bothering to put a bra and t-shirt on under her hoodie. Her breasts were young perky and pierced, they didn't deserve to be trapped in booby jail, at least not yet.

- Some Like it Hot -

Krystal enjoyed a long hot shower, lathering her lithe nude body in a fruit and flower infused body wash that she genuinely loved the smell of. She could never understand people who used disgusting crap like patchouli oil, regardless of any supposed benefits, because who wanted their odor to be a blunt weapon meant to repel others? She loved the way she dressed, and she loved smelling good too. She was an attractive young woman, something she knew but didn't have a big head about, and enjoyed the feminine allure that came with such things. Normally. But as she rinsed off, she remained blissfully unaware that her new housemate had wandered into her bedroom, and had quickly and carefully gone through her dresser, stealing both a pair of her socks, and one of her thongs to use for his masturbatory enjoyment, along with a small bottle of pills, buried for only the darkest of emergencies.

He had also decided to give her a little shock, a cruel amusement that might buy him a little peak at what was underneath. Darrell was absolutely sure they were never going to have a father/daughter relationship, both because of her attitude, and because he had every intention of exploiting her obvious daddy issues to get her into bed. He was absolutely the worst kind of monster... the sort that hides it's true self away from the world. Krystal had wrapped herself in a towel, and was headed for the door, ready to go lotion herself up and throw her new clothes on. As she opened the door however, Darrell had feigned innocently walking the hallway, startling her, the spastic jump of fear causing her towel to fall partially off.

Darrell let out an outlandish,

"Oh my gosh, I'm soooo sorry about that!" his eyes darting directly to her exposed breasts, taking in everything as quickly as possible.

"Oh my fucking god!" Krystal exclaimed, quickly trying to gather her composure, and the towel to cover herself back up.

"Please, here, let me help you." he said, grabbing at the towel, as if he had any intention of helping her, pretending to stumble in order to tug it down further.

Krystal was not having his bullshit, grabbing the towel hard, and refusing to let go.

"Back off, asshole." she shouted, snatching it from his hand and covering her breasts.

"Hey, woah... I'm sorry, I was just trying to help." he said, now shielding his eyes, as if he hadn't just ogled her, his eyes now locked on her bare legs and feet.

"Move. MOVE." she said, pushing past him, slamming and locking her door behind her as she escaped.

Darrell watched her go, a devilish grin spreading across his face once she'd completely gone. He pulled the panties from his pocket, winding his fingers in between the thin fabric, picturing what he hoped to do to her as soon as he was able. He would have to text Kathy and let her know about his "accidental run in" while "exploring", so he could stay ahead of any accusations. He wandered off, laughing to himself as he did, his dick firmly erect in his pants.

- Piercing the Veil -

Krystal was beyond pissed, she knew this was no accident. She couldn't prove that, per se, but the guy was a perv, she could feel it in her bones. She quickly got dressed foregoing her lotion, slapped on socks and her sneakers (so you know it was serious), and decided it was time to lay down the law with this creep before things got any worse. She stormed downstairs, finding Darrell sitting in the large armchair in the living room, a smile breaking on his face as she approached.

"Hey kiddo, everything okay? So sorry again about earlier." he said, clearly not taking it serious.

"No, it's not okay. I know what you're doing, and it's going to stop RIGHT NOW." she said, her normally flat tone replaced by the sternness that only incensed women contain, "I know how I must look to you, but I'm not some fuck toy for old perverts, and I'm sure my mom would... why the fuck are you smiling, is this funny to you?"

"Anyone ever tell you you're sexy when you're mad?" he said, letting the monster out a little.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" she said, her fury rising.

"Dead fucking serious." he said, his hand moving to his lap, softly rubbing himself through his pants, "I got a real good look at what's under the hood, and I have every intention on taking it for a drive."

Krystal was starting to realize that her anger was not enough to dissuade this guy, a fear starting to grow in her chest instead.

"And I know you saw me and your mom last night. A real shame, you should have joined her." he said, working himself harder now.

Krystal started taking slow steps backward, feeling the need to retreat coming fast.

"Why don't you come over here and show me you can do better instead?" he said, his mouth now slightly agape, hot breath escaping his dark lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she said, fear unmistakably in her voice.

"Nothing at all, I just enjoy a good fuck. Don't you?" he said his eyes almost menacing now, as he undid his button and zipper. "What do you say?"

Darrell produced his rather substantial black dick. A solid ten inches, fat and thick, with dark veins ribbing the sides. Krystal stared on in horror as he gave up all pretense now, simply jerking his dick right in front of her, her eyes darting from his cock to his face unsure of what he intended.

"Come on over baby girl... suck this fat nigger cock." he said, dark and alluring.

Krystal turned and ran, racing up the stairs in no time, slamming and locking her door, jamming her chair under the handle, almost tripping in her terrified flight slumping against the opposite wall and sliding down, her breath racing. She didn't hear any footsteps, which was good, but the silence was almost more frightening than anything. Unbeknownst to her, Darrell had made no effort to give chase, instead, producing one of her socks from his pocket, cumming hard inside of it post masturbation, loving the thrill of her defilement. Krystal waited a moment longer, before carefully crawling over to her charging phone, grabbing it and retreating behind her bed frantically calling her mom.

"Hey sweetie, what's..." Kathy barely got out.

"Mom, mom, I need you to come home right now, Darrell is an absolute fucking creep and I want him out of the house." she said, panicked.

"Woah, woah, sweetie, is this because of your accidental run-in in the hallway?" her mom asked, somehow aware.

"Wait, he told you?" Kathy shot out, "That wasn't an accident, he did it on purpose."

"Kitty, please, I know you don't like the idea of me..." Kathy started again.

"No, you don't understand, it's more than that, he's... he's sick or something, he's been undressing me with his eyes since he got here, and when I went to talk to him, he pulled his dick out." Krystal said, desperate for understanding.

"He what?" Kathy said incredulously. "Krystal, DO NOT make stuff up again. Didn't we go through this a few years ago when you had your substance problems? I put my entire life on hold for you, and I will not go through that again." Kathy said, her voice now hard.

"Mom, please... I'm not using again, I swear. Please, it happened, it really happened." Krystal practically cried, knowing her mom had every right not to trust her after everything she had done.

"Alright, I'm going to call him. Stay in your room, and we'll talk about this more when I get home." her mom said, giving her some glimmer of hope.
<hr pg="2" />"Thank you, I will. Mom... I'm sorry for all the trouble I put you through before, I really am." Krystal said, tears budding in the corners of her eyes.

"It's alright Kitty, you know I love you, and I always will." her motherly reassurance a great relief.

"Love you too, mom. I'll see you tonight." Krystal said, hanging up.

- Set Them Up, Knock Them Down -

Darrell was a monster, but not a fool, he had gotten himself set up on his computer, purposely opting for a video chat with Kathy, posing himself as deeply entrenched in his computer work.

"Hey sweetheart, you look flustered, is everything alright?" he said, pausing his typing and giving her his full attention, like a loving boyfriend should.

"No. I don't know. Listen, did you have a run in with Krystal earlier?" Kathy said, trying to broach things gently.

"You mean the bathroom thing? Uh, what an embarrassment and such a great first day together." he said with sarcastic exasperation, turning back to his "work" and typing.

"No, she said she came down afterward and... she said she saw your penis." Kathy said, hardly able to make the words come out.

"Woah, what?" he said, pausing his "work" again, "Oh god no. I know what this is about though." he said, effortlessly lying.

"What?"

"She told me about last night... she said she walked in on us... you know." he said, trying to sound embarrassed, but secretly loving the whole memory.

"Oh... OH MY GOD." Kathy said, realizing the scope of what had happened. "Oh, we got so carried away, I thought she'd be fine upstairs, she never normally wants to meet anyone."

"Yeah, this whole thing been such a disaster. Do you... do you think this is all too soon? Should I leave?" he said, preying upon their relationship.

"Oh, no... Darrell don't say that, we can try and sort all this out later, okay? It all just sounds like a misunderstanding. I'm sorry." Kathy said, being taken for a fool. "I'll be home tonight and we'll work this out."

"Okay, sweetheart. I'm so sorry this has been such a rough start." he said, having beaten both of them for now.

"It's alright, every road has it's bumps." Kathy said, making peace with things in her mind, "I have to get back to work, but I love you."

"I love you too, see you tonight." he said, hanging up, unable to prevent himself from laughing any longer.

- The Safest Place We Know -

Upstairs, Krystal was pacing, unsure as to what to do next, she felt like a prisoner in here, her anxiety starting to be more than she could handle. As much as she wanted to spark up again, she wanted her wits about her, settling instead for a regular smoke, grabbing it off the sill and climbing out the window to the roof. She sat in her usual spot, placing a cigarette between her lips, and tugging it out of the pack, her hands still jittery as she went to light up.

"I picked a bad day to quit smoking." she said, laughing a little and remembering how she and her dad had watched "Airplane!" together what seemed like oh so long ago.

The laughter was short lived, as it reminded her of what she'd lost, and more, what she was still faced with. Krystal wasn't a stranger to that sort of lecherous behavior... when she'd been a little younger, she'd been more than eager to bury her pain in promiscuity, so seeing a strange dick, even an older one, was not far removed from her lived experience. She'd fucked more dudes than she could remember, largely due to her drug addled state at the time. But those encounters had never been enough to help her escape, instead just filling her with more shame, shame that she sincerely hoped she could forgive herself for someday.

But this was different. This was more than predatory, it was sociopathic. She considered either jumping or climbing down from the roof, but she'd never be able to get back up, meaning she'd have to come in through the main house, and that also meant leaving her door unlocked. She knew he was down there somewhere, which birthed a creepier idea, Darrell wandering through their home, touching things, or waiting right outside her door for her to make the wrong move. She craned her head to check her makeshift blockade was still in place, turning and taking a nervous drag. This was absolutely no way to spend a day.

Darrell didn't actually work from home, he had been independently wealthy for quite some time after the "tragic" loss of his first wife, but it was a charade to keep up for his many conquests over the years, something that allowed him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He didn't love Kathy any more than he had loved the last ten white women he had fucked. Hell, or the last twenty. Darrell had a massive superiority complex, and had fallen in love only once in his life, with the idea of black supremacy. It wasn't even that he believed in other black people, he simply found a joy in the idea of using and abusing white women, something that had become much easier in the modern age. He knew there was no such thing as "turning them out" or the whole "once you go black" mythos. That was just something dumb white women said to justify their sluttiness, and white men feared deep down, making them insecure.

He would be perfectly fine moving on from this household, leaving Kathy behind, fucked, used up, and hopefully broke if he had his way... but he had a challenge now. He wanted the daughter too. Not just wanted, to his mind, deserved, and he would have her no matter what it took. He had researched the pills he'd stolen from Krystal while he was online, and was now calmly crushing them into a fine powder. It seemed she might be due for a relapse.

- Hope For A Better Tomorrow -

"Listen, we need to talk." Krystal heard Darrell said deeply from behind her door.

"No we don't, leave me alone NOW." she shouted back,

"We do... you see, I'm worried your portrayal of my behavior earlier might be too much for you mom to take. It would kill her to think that, you know? Absolutely KILL HER. You don't want that for her, do you?" he said, the thinly veiled threat sending chills down Krystal's spine.

"Look, I don't know what your game is, but just leave, okay? Just leave me and my mom alone, and I won't say anything to her, or anyone else." Krystal said, almost clutching the door, but freezing terrified knowing how close he was.

"No no no, I couldn't just leave, now could I? That would make me look guilty."

"YOU FUCKING ARE GUILTY!" she shouted, tears breaking through again.

"Oh, don't say that. I haven't done anything... yet. I think for your mom's sake, you and I are going to have to get close. Maybe tomorrow, while she's away." he said, laying down his terms.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" she cried, shouting through the door.

"I guess it'll just be me and your mom tonight then... all alone... I promise I'll take care of her."

"Fucking... what do you want from me?" she sobbed, resignation building in her chest.

"You know exactly what I want. You saw the pre-show in the kitchen, now it's time for the main event." he said, loving how he was breaking her.

"Fucking fine, whatever, just... please don't hurt her, okay?" Krystal said tearfully, feeling that old shame boiling back up to the surface.

"Oh, I would never hurt her like that. You would be the one hurting her, if you can't keep your fucking stories to yourself." he said, the monster coming back to the surface.

"Fine, just go away. Just go away..." she trailed off, feeling beaten, at least for now.

Darrell walked away, a smile on his face, and an erection in his pants. He did love his little games.

- It's Pizza Time -

The rest of day progressed without further incident, Krystal sustaining herself on the water bottle on her desk, and several packs of cheese and peanut butter crackers she kept in her night stand. Munchies were always a bitch. Darrell, hiding away his pouch of knockout powder, prepping himself for the messy talk with Kathy that was sure to ensue. True to her word, Kathy brought home pizza, hoping to sort things out with boyfriend and daughter, bringing peace and balance back to her life. When she walked through the door, Darrell was sitting on the couch laughing along to an episode of "The Big Bang Theory", one that she recognized as the two had watched it together often, unaware that it was merely another ruse.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" he said, pausing the show, and standing up to greet her.

"It was fine, messy calls aside." Kathy said, the two meeting for a quick kiss.

"Need a pair of hands?" he said, gesturing.

"Oh, I'm okay, they aren't too heavy." she replied, shifting the pizzas up and down in her hands smiling.

"I didn't mean on the pizzas." he said slyly, giving her a wink.

Kathy blushed, as she often did, enjoying the positive attention, "Oh stop, we don't want a repeat of last night." she said, laughing.

"I do. Minus the awkward cameo of course." he said giving her a look, before appearing more serious.

In all reality, if he could do it again, he would, except in his version, the daughter would join right in.

"Yeah, about that... I should probably go talk to her first, huh?" she said, sitting the food down on the table.

"It might be best, she's had a bit of a shock since I arrived, and she doesn't seem to be taking it well." he said, looking the part of the concerned parent.

"I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding." Kathy said, hoping for the best.

"Well, why don't you go have a talk, and I'll plate everything up for everyone. Sound good?" he said, ever the endearing character.

"That'd be great, thank you so much." Kathy said with a smile, turning to walk away not seeing Darrell's warm look turn blank as soon as she wasn't looking.

Kathy knocked on her daughter's door, giving her the assuring "it's me, mom" words that allowed her to finally open it with some sense of relief.

"Mom, oh god..." Krystal started, hugging her immediately.

"Kitty, oh..." Kathy said, embracing her back.

"Come on, let's sit and talk okay?" her mom said, leading her to her bed, the two sitting on the end.

Krystal was desperate to tell her everything, but she didn't know how she would take the news. She had purposely sabotaged some of her relationships when she had been younger, more bitter, and a lot higher... she was afraid she'd cried wolf too many times, and if her mom didn't believe her, or hell, even if she did, she'd still ending up having to confront or be alone with Darrell, and who the fuck knew what he would do to her.

"Look, about last night... Darrell told me you caught us. Is that... is that what this is all about?" Kathy said, holding her daughters hand.

Krystal was dying inside, but she would do anything to keep her mother safe from this guy, even if that meant... "Yeah, the whole thing just freaked me out. I'm sorry I blew up on you today."

"Oh sweetie, we should have been more careful, it's our fault. I'm sorry to put you through all that." her mom said, feeling guilty.

"No, it's... it's okay. We're both adults, and you've seen me through worse." Krystal said, her love for her mom welling up inside her. "Just... please be careful with him, okay? You know how much I need you."

"Oh kitty, I'm not going anywhere, I promise." her mom said, leaning in and resting her head on her daughter's shoulder. "I know you may not want to come down, but can I bring you some pizza at least? I got your favorite, stuffed crust with bacon and peppers."

Krystal was actually starving, so she couldn't say no, especially to her favorite. "That'd be great mom, thanks."

"Okay, you wait here." Kathy said, smiling again as she headed out to get her daughter some dinner.

Darrell already had plates and cups laid out, smiling as he looked up to greet her return.

"Hey, how'd it go?" he said.

"She's going to be okay, she's just going to hang out upstairs tonight. This has been a lot for her." Kathy said, hoping this particular fence had been mended.

"Here, take her a couple of slices of these, tell her to wash it down with a coke, and to call me in the morning." he said, his joke a bit tortured, but still landing with her.

Kathy smiled and thanked him, carefully taking the food upstairs for her daughter, while Darrell watched, knowing what was waiting in her soda.

- At Daze End -

Krystal wasn't happy, she had an utter sociopath living in her house, one who seemed very intent on sleeping with her, but she knew she could take one for the team if it meant getting rid of him. Still, she did love this particular combination of pizza, so she ate it gladly, washing it down with what she assumed was diet soda. Tasted funny. They all did though. Still, she was feeling better by the second, and that was a welcome relief from today's events. She would... she would what? Krystal was starting to feel a bit... funny. A familiar, but not welcome feeling.

She looked at herself in her long dressing mirror, trying her best to focus on her face and eyes, but not having much luck. She was still chewing a mouthful of pizza, which she stuck out on her tongue, making a childish "blahhhhh" noise as she looked at it. That was funny. She was funny. Even through the fog, the thought had come bubbling to the surface,

"Uh oh... looks like black stepdaddy poisoned the pizza!" she said, her finger shooting up like Sherlock Holmes having a revelation, the whole thing making her giggle again. "Better thROOOOW up." she said, jokingly point that same finger toward her throat. She laughed, the world spun and grew dim, and she slumped to the floor, passing out as she weakly attempted to crawl to the door.

Downstairs, Kathy and Darrell laughed and ate pizza, snuggling in to watch another episode of "The Big Bang Theory" that turned into a hot make out session, which evolved, with some not so subtle coaching, into another blowjob. Darrell's thick black dick disappearing into Kathy's eager mouth while he watched the screen, thinking about how much he would love to fuck Bernadette... just face fuck those glasses clean off her.

It was fantasies of dominating her that eventually led him to climax, blowing a fat hot load down Kathy's throat, and as he spread her legs and pounded the life out of her tender wet pussy, he thrilled off the idea he would be doing the same thing to her daughter tomorrow... sucking her toes... fucking her sweet little mouth... cumming anywhere he damn well pleased. Kathy lay blissfully laid in his arms, sleeping the night away in a sex coma, while upstairs, her daughter lay passed out from drugs for the first time in years.

- The Sun Comes Up -

Kathy had departed for work, her natural assumption that Krystal had simply wanted to be alone, something that hadn't been uncommon through the years. Darrell on the other hand, calmly walked upstairs after she had gone, and gently opened the door, having found it unlocked, being as she had been vulnerable when her mom had been there. Krystal was still asleep on the floor, looking undignified, drool leaking out of her sideways mouth.

"You're all fucking disgusting under the surface." he said, referring to white women in general.

He thought for a moment about what he should do with this opportunity. Pictures, of course. That was a given. But he also greatly enjoyed women's feet, a pleasure he was too often denied by the prissier sort, who thought they were "gross". Only as gross as the woman who neglects them, he had always thought, pleasantly surprised at her clean, uncalloused and pedicured toes. He'd get to that fun part soon enough, first it was picture time. He moved her gently, not wanting to wake her just yet, pulling her hoodie over her head, stopping both to admire her supple breasts with their pointy piercings, and to lean in and smell her skin. He took a similar moment as he tugged her jeans free, dragging her panties down and lingering to both smell and admire her pussy. Neatly shaven, surprisingly free of piercings, and still firm and tight.

Once he had her naked, he proceeded to take close up shots of all his favorite bits, moving her as he saw fit, his dick aching with need all the while. He had taken dozens of shots, making sure to pose several with his large black cock in frame, next to her face, pressed against her lips, tracing her nipple, laid out of her vagina, and of course, balanced on the soles of her feet. His last stop on his photo tour, and the first stop for his masturbatory fantasies. He couldn't wait any longer, grabbing and jerking himself, the head of his dick rubbing against the bottom of her foot.

"That's right you fucking worthless white slut. Take my fucking cum." he murmured to himself, hot breath racing out over his lips.

He was done in just about a minute, dropping a heavy load all over her toes, rubbing it between them as he smeared his cock everywhere. He shuddered happily, and snapped off another few shots. Her black painted toenails made her a fine distinction from the usual reds and pinks, and he would have to share them online.

- Bad Trips and Bad Dreams -

Krystal woke up slowly, she felt numb all over, her mouth was dry as hell. What the hell had happened to her last night? The world slowly came into focus as she realized she was laying on the floor of her bedroom, her skin starting to wake up and feel cold. She rolled to her side, her hand patting down feeling herself as she gradually came to, realizing she was completely naked.

"Oh fuck... what did you do to me you fucking bla..." she started, but mumbled off, almost dipping out again. "Bastard." She said, shaking her head.

Krystal crawled up to her hands and knees, sitting there, naked and undignified for longer than she cared, before straightening up and just sitting on her knees. This wasn't unfamiliar territory, she'd been in spots like this before, her mother had found her (dressed) but in a very similar state. She finally clawed her way up to her feet, sitting a little unsteady at the end of her bed, letting her head clear. He clothes had been tossed recklessly around the room, something she would have never done on her own, making her more than certain she had been visited. She hoped she hadn't been raped, but she wasn't sore, so she figured she might be in the clear. Not that she wanted to give the guy any credit, but a dick his size would leave an impression, so she was thankful at least for that.

Once she felt clear and stable enough, Krystal stood and stumbled over to her dresser, fishing out a white t-shirt with embossed bullets on it which she quickly pulled over her head, and a pair of sweat shorts that she kept for her normal exercise regimen, tugging them up, foregoing both panties and a bra, knowing she still had work to do. She had sighed when she saw her feet as she pulled her shorts on. She saw the lingering evidence of semen, most of it lost to the carpet, but enough that she knew what he had been up to. Undoubtedly he took pictures too... guys love that doing that. She fished around for the emergency pills she kept for the darkest of days, and found them missing. All the pieces were certainly coming together now. Krystal swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, burying the part of herself that still felt way down deep. She was going to have to fuck this guy, but with luck, not the way he would be expecting.

- A Lot Can Happen In Two Days -

"Well hey there, kiddo." Darrell said as he sat smugly in the armchair in the living room, watching Krystal approach. "Sleep okay?"

"Like the fucking dead. Now let's get this over with, asshole." she said, staring him down.

"That's not how this goes, little girl. Strip... NOW." he said, letting the monster loose, this time on a longer leash.

Krystal whipped her shirt over her head, throwing it on the counter, her perky white tits bouncing free, the piercings standing out like little horns. Her eyes still defiant, watching him.
<hr pg="3" />"The rest. Don't make me wait." he said, nodding at her shorts.

She dropped them to her ankles, kicking them away, her bare naked body on full display, firm and well trimmed pussy a welcome sight for him once more, except this time able and ready to play.

"That's a good little slut. Now crawl on over here on your knees like your fucking mother." he demanded, standing up, and undoing his pants.

Krystal followed his command, dropping down on her hands and knees, doing a panther crawl, enticingly moving her hips as she moved toward him, the motion undeniably sexy, making his dick stand up straight as an arrow. Once she reached him, she sat back up on her knees, looking him directly in the eyes.

"That's right. Right where you fucking belong you little white slut." he said, clearly loving his sense of ownership of her. "Now beg me. Beg to suck this fat nigger cock." he said, thrusting it toward her face.

"Oh please, black daddy..." she said turning the sexiest voice she could muster, "Please fuck my pretty white face." she said, dropping down a little, her right hand gentle stroking her own pussy.

"Open. Open your fucking mouth right now." he said, his need overwhelming him now.

Krystal opened her mouth wide, still struggling to take him in, the mass of his black cock grinding along her teeth as he plowed toward her throat. He pulled out, flustered by his own size.

"Don't stop, I need your dick in my mouth." she cooed, opening wide again, "Please, fuck it hard and deep." she said, lowering down and taking the head in her mouth again.

He was more than eager to try harder, grabbing the back of her head and pushing deep, Krystal trying her best to relax her throat and jaw, letting him all the way inside.

"That's right, take it all." he said, finally up to his balls.

"Oh, I plan on it." Krystal thought, (LETTING HIM GO AND INSTEAD TAKING AN ENORMOUS BITE FROM A JELLY DONUT, I MEAN, SHE BIT SUPER HARD)

Darrell was in immediate and nightmarish pain (THAT HAD BEEN HIS DONUT HE WAS SAVING), hauling back, and swinging at Krystal, punching her in the eye breaking her glasses, but she wouldn't let go (OF THE DONUT). Instead, she gripped (THE DELICIOUS JELLY DONUT) with her hands, bit down as hard as she could, tearing and tugging (EVERY SWEET SUGARY BITE) in a display of savagery that made Darrell vomit on himself as it happened. Krystal fell back, coughing and choking on the large (BITE OF DONUT) that was still partially down her throat, belching it out with a large gush of (RASPBERRY JAM).

She stifled vomiting herself before looking up at him with cruel satisfaction, "Fuck you, you fucking rapist fuck."

"Oh, you're fucking dead bitch." Darrell shouted, furious, storming, adrenaline numbing the pain (OF LOSING HIS BREAKFAST TREAT), to the kitchen to grab a knife, more than prepared to give her a penetration of his own.

Krystal scrambled to her feet, and ran to the front door, fully nude, her mouth and breasts drenched in (RASPBERRY JAM), Darrell was hot on her heels. As she flung the door open, stumbling out on the front walk, crawling backward onto the grass, retreating from his approach.

"That's it you fucking cunt, game ov..." he started.

"DROP THE FUCKING KNIFE!" Darrell heard, his senses coming back as the cloud of his blind fury lifted for a moment.

Parked on the sidewalk was a cop car, the officer of which, had now just barely gotten out and stood with his gun drawn on Darrell.

"Hey, I ain't do nothing!" he shouted, still holding the knife.

"Please, don't let him kill me!" Krystal cried out, now retreating toward him.

"Bitch, after what you done..." Darrell said, turning and pointing the knife down at her.

This was good enough, and with that, he was delivered two bullets directly to the upper torso, with one clipping his neck, severing his carotid artery. Some would call that an unnecessary police response, but those people don't understand what it means to truly be victimized. Krystal of course cried out in fear, whereas Darrell stood looking confused for the briefest of moments before collapsing onto himself, the knife clattering to the ground next to him. The officer quickly calling for an emergency medical response, rushing over to clear the weapon away from possible usage, and checking on the poor nude girl covered in (RASPBERRY JAM).

Krystal sobbed heavily, barely able to control herself, clutching to the officer who had indeed saved her life. But in truth, most of this was an act. You see, Krystal was more than capable of being a monster too, From placing the emergency call moments before approaching Darrell, to willingly putting his (DONUT) in her mouth with every intention of (CHEWING IT THOROUGHLY) with her teeth. She knew there would be (RASPBERRY JAM), pain, and perhaps even a loss of life (her own being no exception). So, she cried, and told them how he had drugged her, attempting to rape her, and how she had (EATEN HIS BREAKFAST) in self defense after he threatened to kill her. The cool calm center of her world buried deep down, waiting to resurface when the moment was over.

Kathy of course, rushed home, the aftermath not fully discernible by that point. A panicked rush of the property, talking frantically to officers before going directly to the hospital to see her daughter. Darrell had already bled out, his ashen grey body hoisted up and bagged like so much garbage. Krystal had been taken to the emergency room for her badly bruised eye, and to run tests both for her blood along with the (RASPBERRY JAM) she had consumed, as well as the traces semen still on her feet.

The case against her attacker would be fairly open and closed, as they discovered the photos he took of her unconscious, the drugs she had ingested still in her system and in his pocket, and of course the DNA evidence. Still, there were those who called it unjust, and police brutality, as that is just the blind and contentious world we live in, but unlike others, his story faded away and died without garnering too much attention. Darrell had been a monster, and now he was a dead monster... the world was better for him being gone.

- I Am Who I Must Be -

Some many days later, Krystal sat on the roof, the ridge parked once again firmly between the crack of her ass, smoking a clove cigarette this time, as she was trying to give up the regular ones. She thought about how life makes victims of all of us sometimes, whether it's the loss of a loved one, or the merciless pursuit of a sadistic sociopath, and what truly defines us is how we react to those traumas. She had been the victim of a loss that shaped much of her burgeoning adulthood, and she had let it bury her, piling on guilt and shame as she struggled to come to terms with her new world. There were others who saw her pain as an opportunity for their own gain, hoping to make a victim out of her again, but this time, she had chosen to do something about it.

She didn't know that they were going to shoot and kill him, not that she cared, she had simply hoped to rip his (DONUT AWAY), and rob him of the manhood he clearly prized over everything else. Happy accident I guess. Krystal sighed heavily, the darkness starting to close out the day, as she flicked the butt off the roof, aiming for the spot Darrell had died. There had been a small pile forming there, and neither she or Kathy had any intention of removing them anytime soon.

With that, she crawled back in her window, rolling over and standing back up, walking barefoot downstairs to have dinner with her mom. Kathy had needed her more than ever, having been riddled with guilt over what happened, and Krystal was going to be there for her mom just like her mom had been there for her in her darkest hours. Love is like that.

