TITLE    : Deep in the Dark
STORYID  : deep-in-the-dark-1_2022
SUMMARY  : Three party girls are abducted and enslaved for the BNWO.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-19
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |bnwo|slavery|non consensual|forced|brainwashed|bbc|bondage|cum eating|cruelty|white woman|


The following story has elements more sensitive or easily offended readers may not enjoy. The tags should have been more than appropriate to warn of that, so if you read on, it is at your own risk. Like much of my work, it is cruel, heartless and racially motivated.

- Tomorrow at Dawn -

"Please... please... please, I just want to go home." Leila cried, her dirty hands trying to rub the tears from her eyes, the chains and cuffs not quite letting her reach fully.

"Please... please just let us go. I promise we won't tell any-one-uhn uhn uhn..." Katie sobbed, her face twisted in despair, tears and mascara already staining her cheeks, nose running slightly, her hands clasped in front of her as she knelt begging.

CJ sat silently, curled up in a ball rocking back and forth, her soles and backside dusted with the grey crust from the concrete floor they all sat on. Each on of the girls stripped fully nude, their wrists in manacles, shackles on their ankles, and a large metal cuff on each of their necks. They were chained together, and also to several heavy anchored bolts in the walls. Wherever they were, which Leila assumed was a basement, was plain and grey, with cement floors and walls, and several metal support beams placed throughout. The room was larger than they could see, as a dim yellow caged bulb hung above them, and the rest of the room stretched out into near pitch blackness. Their captor sat on the nearby steps, his elbows resting on his knees watching them with dark amusement.

- Before Sundown -

The girls were having the time of their young lives, dancing and partying their skin flashing as rainbow strobes pulsed and flashed to the music. They were already a little drunk, something they should not have been given that both Leila and CJ were only 20, and Katie was just 18, but as parties often go, strict enforcement of the law was not big on anyone's agenda. Leila danced off to the make shift bar, hustling her way through the mass of bodies crowding it. CJ and Katie continued grooving on the dance floor, brown and blonde hair flipping around each of their shoulders respectively. Leila had been waiting for her boyfriend Mike to grab her another drink, but had lost him somewhere among all the party goers. She leaned over the bar slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face somewhere down the counter, but the lighting and the swell of faces made it impossible.

She felt the firm clap and grasp of a thick hand on her ass, which sent her turning immediately to face her bold suitor. She knew immediately it wasn't Mike, as his hands weren't nearly this large or rough, and it became ragingly apparent it wasn't him as she caught a glimpse of the black hand fondling her as she turned.

"Excuse me?" she shouted over the music, his hand no longer on her as she was now facing him.

"What up, slut?" he said, looking smug, or drunk, or both.

Leila was immediately repulsed, both because he was an absolute pervert, and because he was clearly twice her age, maybe more.

"Nothing, no thanks." she said, turning away quickly, her dirty blonde hair sweeping behind her.

No less than a few seconds after she turned around, she felt what was almost certainly the same man now pressing up against her from behind, the swell of his penis unmistakable, and buried right between her ass cheeks. She turned to slap him this time, but instead caught sight of Mike, who had arrived both in the nick of time, and a moment too late.

"Hey pal, back off, the lady is taken." Mike said, shoving the black stranger back angrily, "Baby, you...?"

But the question didn't get out before the stranger had returned the push with a solid right hook, knocking Mike down and out very quickly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Leila shouted, moving and kneeling down to check on her boyfriend.

Others in the crowd had started looking, and a couple of self assigned bouncers moved toward the scene taking place. CJ and Katie had also stopped dancing, joining on the edge of the crowd to check on their friend. One of the makeshift peace keepers inquired loudly,

"Alright, what's going on over here?"

"This guy, he punched my boyfriend, I think he's unconscious!" Leila cried out, seeking out CJ and her sister for backup and comfort.

A few random people in the nearby crowd added their input, truthful, but lacking context.

"That guy pushed him first!", "No, he shoved that black guy." and "It was in self defense."

Leila had started to try and make objections, but the swell was too loud, and more than that, Mike was coming to. CJ and Kate joined her in helping him up, the crowd giving them some space. As for the black stranger, he put up both his hands, shaking his head indicating "no trouble here", and stepped away. Katie shouted over the roar of the music,

"You want me to call the cops?"

CJ looked at her, shaking her head, giving Katie a "duh" look, motioning a hand to the crowd of people around them, clearly indicating you don't call the cops at parties like these. CJ and Katie were friends by association with Leila, and CJ didn't always want her hanging around because she was still too much of a kid. The two year gap between them might as well have been forty, as far as she was concerned, but that was mostly because she was a bit self righteous and condescending. Leila was looking at Mike's mouth, as a small trickle of blood oozing, visible on his shaven white face, from a split in his lip. She leaned in, asking him if he wanted to go to a hospital, but he shook his head, letting his manly pride get the better of his judgment. Some kind revelers gave up their spot at a table, and the four of them sat down to consider the rest of the night.

"Should we just go home?" Leila said, generally the voice of reason.

"Oh come on, it's not even 12:30am yet! Mike, you're okay, right?" CJ chimed in, annoyed that her girls night of partying had already been invaded by a jealous Mike, and was now might be ending because of him.

"Ith fine. You thtay." he said through the undeniable pain, trying to man up.

"No, no... we should really go. I'm sorry CJ, but this is an emergency." Leila chimed back in, looking worriedly at the small wound.

CJ was really annoyed as she had driven them all there, and now had to get them home, completely ruining the night she had envisioned in her head. Katie didn't get any input, as per usual, but she was watching her sister with a look of concern, the party already over for her too. As the small band got themselves together to leave, the violent groping stranger watched from a distance, a plan already laid out in his head on how he would be spending the rest of his night.

Leila and Mike walked, her head leaning on his shoulder to comfort him, Katie trailing slightly behind, with CJ walking in long bitchy strides ahead of all of them, her high heels clacking loudly on the pavement. The lot was practically empty, as the party goers were still raging inside, the booming music muting the outside world to them. CJ got in the driver seat, angrily slamming her door, Mike and Leila climbing into the back together shortly after. Katie opened the front passenger door, slumping in quickly, as the rear passenger door opened again, the same black stranger shoving himself in. This was met by sudden shouts of protest, which swiftly stopped when they saw the gun in his hand.

"All y'all, shut the fuck up or I shoot the blonde bitch." he said, he gun pointed directly at the back of Katie's head.

Nobody moved, CJ holding both her hands up, Leila clutching hard onto Mike who was on the far left now, leaving her as a buffer between him and the stranger.

"Phones, give'em up." he commanded, all them complying, with the exception of Katie, though they didn't notice in their terror.

"We'll give you our money, just please, be cool okay?" CJ said from the front, shaking slightly.

"Nah, drive, I'll tell you where." he commanded again, pressing the gun harder against Katie, her chin now resting against her chest.

CJ nervously put the car in drive, and did as she was told, taking them farther away from home as her fingers clutched the wheel tightly. They were pulling into the parking lot of a closed down mall, when Leila felt a sharp jab in her thigh, letting out a small gasp of pain, unsure as to what just happened. Her attacker was pressed against that side of her, his leather coat obscuring his hand, and that part of her leg. By the time she realized what had just happened, it was too late, the world starting to swim out of focus.

"Mike... he..." she whispered futilely, as he felt her slumping into him.

The stranger was quick to handle even this weak warning, his hand shooting up from under his coat, and jabbing Mike in the shoulder with the same needle he had just gotten Leila with. CJ let out a startled and terrified shout, unsure of what was transpiring behind her. She glanced sideways, noticing that Katie was completely passed out in the seat next to her, her head still slumped forward as the gunman had pushed her. Their assailant had grabbed and jabbed her as she was getting into the car, effectively having rendered three of the four them unconscious. He now directed his gun directly at CJ, fishing in his coat pocket for his last dose,

"Move, and I'll blow your pretty little head off."

CJ put her hands back up, unable to stop herself from sobbing. The jab was quick, and she went under easy. The stranger sat for a moment, making sure all had gone well, before climbing out his side of the car, pulling the couple over to make room for CJ in the back as well. He hoisted her out, dumping her in the back, closing the door firmly behind her. He then took his collection of new phones, cracking them hard on the door frame of the driver side, fishing the SIM cards out and throwing them in the old donation bin near where he had instructed them to park. He climbed in the car, driving safely and legally, back in the opposite direction they had come, taking the crew back to his real intended final destination.

Once inside their new home, their clothes were removed using a pair of surgical scissors, heels and shoes slipped off, and placed in respective trash bags with their tattered rags. The girls were secured as a group downstairs, whereas Mike was taken to a different location, his arms secured behind him around a pole, kneeling as he remained knocked out. He was also stripped naked, but not for the same reason as the others. That would be a whole other process in itself.

- Like an Eclipse -

It felt like a stupid question, given the current state of things, but Leila had to ask anyway.

"What... what are you going to do to us..?" she stammered out, her head sore from crying, but it still riding the edges of her eyes anyway.

The black stranger, her molester, Mike's assaulter, their kidnapper... snapped his gum smiling, and finally gave them some sort of name, and idea of what was going to be happening.

"Call me Daddy." he said, a sort of amused menace on his face.

"Where is Mike?" she asked, more frightened than ever.

He didn't answer, he simply stood up, grabbing a spray bottle, and shot it right in her eyes. Leila screamed out, Katie and CJ freaking out as well, their naked bodies trying to retreat further from him, the sounds of their chains clanking wildly as they scrambled. He didn't continue though, instead returning to his spot on the stairs, sitting down again. Leila trying in vain to wipe her eyes, the tears this time being in no way emotional. She knew what he had used, she could taste it as the spray had landed in her mouth as well, it was plain lemon juice. It stung, but it wasn't harmful or lethal. Katie was still simpering, CJ was wide eyed and alert, but silent.

"Please... where is Mike... Daddy?" she tried again.

"He's upstairs. He's fine." he answered, an obvious enjoyment of her compliance on his face.

"Daddy, will you please let us go?" Katie shot out, with panicked delusion.

He looked down at her slender white body, her perky teenage tits with their soft pink nipples, the cleanly shaved pubic area... "No, I won't. But I will remove your chains when the time is right."

CJ still didn't have anything to add, but Leila was hoping for more,

"Please, daddy... if you let my sister go, I'll stay here with you, I won't fight or anything, please."

He eyed her up too, enjoying the pale white of her skin, her muscular and shapely legs, the small patch of dirty blonde pubic hair perched over her pretty little pussy, and the soft mounds of her breasts.

"You won't fight me. If you try, I'll hurt HER, not YOU." he turned and looked at Katie, "Same goes for you in reverse."

The girls all fell silent at that. He stood up, brushing his pants off, and gave them a,

"Well, night y'all. I'll see you at breakfast." before disappearing up the stairs.

The bulb cut off suddenly, plunging them into complete darkness. The only sound Katie sobbing quietly to herself again.

- High Noon -

The girls barely slept, they whispered back and forth, trying to get a feel for each other and the situation, emotions running high, tears breaking out several more times. There was no concept of time down here, but they assumed it was morning when the door cracked open again, sending shocks of fear and anxiety through all of them. He didn't make a show of coming down the stairs, he simply walked down, carrying a tray with some muffins on it.

"Time for breakfast, sluts. Don't get used to the breakfast in bed treatment, it won't last." he said, sitting down the tray on the floor.

They all eyed him with fear and skepticism, clearly not trusting the food.

"It ain't poison, calm down." he said reading the room, "Y'all ain't no good to me dead."

The muffin tray was clearly out of reach, and Leila didn't know what this new game was, but she knew she didn't want to play it.

"Are you going to kill us?" Leila asked, burned out.

He walked back to the stairs and grabbed the bottle again.

"DADDY!" she shouted quickly, "I'm sorry, daddy."

He smiled and sat the bottle back down returning to the tray of food.

"No, I'm not going to kill you. If I wanted you dead, why would I go through all this trouble?"

It was a fair answer, but it didn't explain the long term goal he clearly had in mind, she was about to ask about that when he chimed in again,

"Now, who's hungry?"

All of them were, but also none of them. Their dirty naked bodies shivering not from any chill, but fear and exhaustion. CJ looked at him coldly, raising her hand slightly.

"Good girl. Then let's get this ready for you." he said, retrieving a small folding table and placing the tray on top of it.

The girls watched in silent horror as he undid his pants, producing his long and exceptionally thick penis, tugging his large black balls out with it. He eyed up their naked bodies lustily, his cock growing to its full engorged size, his hand jerking it with a sort of nonchalant ferocity. After a little, he let out a sigh of enjoyment, aiming himself down, and firing a load off on all the muffins. Squeezing the last drops out and wiping them on the crusted top.

"There. Now eat." he said, sitting the tray down and sliding it over to them with his foot.

All the girls looked at the muffins with revulsion, not making a single move to touch them.

"EAT OR I WON'T FEED YOU AGAIN FOR A WEEK." he said loud and stern.

Each of them sheepishly reached out, picking up a muffin. Leila twisting the top off, and eating the unsoiled part beneath, with Katie and CJ following suit.

He smiled, laughing a bit at this obvious choice of theirs,

"Eat all of it, or you won't see me again. I'll WILL let you all die down here, while I spend some quality time your little boyfriend." he said, turning to their impromptu leader.

Leila looked down, the fat load of semen all over the top of the cranberry orange muffin top, and glanced back up. He gave her a nod, smiling cruelly. She closed her eyes, and shoved the whole thing in her mouth at once, hoping to be done with it quickly, or at least, bury the flavor in more muffin. She coughed and gagged a bit, not that it tasted particularly bad or anything, but because she was disgusted at what she knew was on there. Katie followed along, eating her muffin, and licking the crumbs off her fingers. She hated to admit it, but the first taste of food made her realize how starving she had been. CJ sat the muffin top back down, staring right at Daddy with hate in her eyes.

"Something wrong, slut?" he said, leaning down smiling still.

She spit a disgusting wad of chewed muffin at him, the mix of saliva turning it into wet mush that splattered on his pants. He swiftly reached out, grabbing her neck collar, and slapped her hard in the face three times in rapid succession. She collapsed to the floor, her brown hair splayed out around her. He wasn't smiling anymore, but he wasn't angry looking either.

"I'm going to love breaking you." he said flatly stepping away.

Leila and Katie watched in cautious astonishment, swallowing the last bits of their muffins.

"Guess we'll start your training early today, since we're all in such a defiant mood." Daddy said, walking into a darker expanse of the room, and flipping a light switch.

The light finally made clear what had been hiding in the dark all along. Assembled and evenly spaced out were a series of flat screen TV's, in front of each was another series of restraints, this time with some sort of saddle like block in the middle. Behind all of them was a series of electric devices, that moved cranked pistons that had two large black dildos attached to them, one atop the other. Leila's eyes went wide in quiet panic, she had no doubt what was about to happen, it was just a question of for how long. Daddy also grabbed a large metal rod with a pronged tip, and returned to the girls, his smile back on his face.

"I'm not going to lie, I love this part." he said, taking in all three of them, "Eenie, meenie, miney, moe..."

He was waving the rod at them making a game of which one he was going to move first, the final "moe" landing on Katie, who looked up at him, her bright blue eyes filled with fear.

"I'm going to show you all something before we get started." he said, moving closer to Katie.

He pressed a toggle on the rod, and the prongs on the end crackled with electricity. He then quickly leaned in a jabbed Katie directly on her right breast, sending her reeling back, screaming. He followed her limited retreat, jabbing her again, and once more, as she screamed at the shock and pain. At which point he raised the rod and made a point of turning it off.

"Now how did that feel, slut?" he said, looking down at Katie who was huddled, sobbing.

"I.... please... don't hit me again..." she cried out.

He smiled, turning the rod back on. Leila recognized the problem right away, turning to Katie,

"DADDY! CALL HIM DADDY!" she screamed

Katie tried recoiling from the rod, chains clanking, unable to move away any further, and shouted,

"DADDY, I'M SORRY, DADDY! PLEASE!"

He clicked it off again, looking at both her and Leila.

"Good girls." he pulled his keys out of his pocket, and held them up. "Now, I'm going to move you, if you do anything stupid, you get the rod." he looked back to Leila, "Except you. You pull anything, and I'll use this on her until it runs out of power."

He unhooked Katie from the wall, and took hold of her chains, leading her to the restrained mount. Katie taking slow, but even strides over, the dirt on her legs and feet painting her grey. Daddy bent her over the block, securing her neck collar to the ground first. He followed up securing her arms and ankles, making sure her legs were splayed apart, her ass and pussy on full display. He came and moved CJ next, the fire in her face replaced with cold stoicism, as he secured her to the mount. When he returned for Leila, he stopped and looked her over, his cock stiffening slightly in his pants as he did.
<hr pg="2" />"You, slut... are you a dancer?" he said, his tongue flicking his upper lip slightly as he did.

Leila actually practiced Irish Dance, and had won several competitions with her teams over the years. The tone and definition of her legs and arches were unmistakable to her, and apparently to him as well, of someone who danced regularly. Leila nodded slightly, trying not to break eye contact, in a grander effort to keep from offending him. He smiled and nodded back, seeming to make a mental note about it, and started to unhook her. Leila considered for a moment fighting right then. He was right about her being a dancer, but unlike others, Irish Dancers leg's are tough as all hell, and if she could get him to the floor she could likely break something, his neck included, using them. But her eyes looked over to her sister, bent over and splayed out, and the idea vanished. She couldn't risk him hurting or killing her. So she joined her companions, ass up, legs apart, secured firmly in chains.

Daddy proceeded to boot up a computer, which was connected to the TV's in front of them, opening a batch of video files. He quickly opened several in particular which, with absolutely no preamble, started showing hardcore interracial porn on all the screens. Interspersed were flashes of words, like submit, obey, and happiness. There were also several cut in scenes of white men being cuckolded, or losing at sports to a black opponent, spit on, all equally degrading, the message clear. The sounds of screaming orgasms, wet thuds and slaps, and women begging for black cocks and cum filled the room, and he turned toward them, smiling his usual cruel smile.

"Welcome to white slut academy." he said cheerfully, "Today is your first lesson, and that lesson is; black means pleasure, black means pain, but you'll enjoy them all the same."

He moved behind them now out of sight, and started moving the strange sex machines forward, Katie being first, as he went back through the same order. Katie was watching the screen with a sort of blank horror, the sounds of pleasure instead sounding torturous to her. Suddenly, a large vibrator was placed against her vagina, rubbing slowly back and forth, pausing especially long over her clitoris. Katie cried out, a mix of fear at the violation, and of pleasure, as it couldn't be denied; it felt good. Daddy continued working her, her tight white pussy getting more and more wet as he did, until he was satisfied. He moved the machine into place, inserting the thick black dildo into her slick opening, and secured another restraint around her waist to ensure it wouldn't come out. He switched the machine on, and it began rhythmically pounding into her, the piston set to a speed of his choosing.

Katie braced at the violation of her body, but felt the pleasure mounting as it continued ruthlessly. He applied the same treatment to CJ, but switched the black dildo for an even thicker one, having to force it into her pale white pussy, stretching it to limits she had never experienced. CJ cried out too, but the sensation was both immensely painful and orgasmic at the same time. He increased the speed slightly, and moved on to Leila. Leila was trying not to look at her fellow prisoners faces, as they were contorted in pleasure and agony. CJ on the verge of orgasm already from the sound of it. She felt the thick phallus inserted into her after her vibrator massage, the pumping coming steady and deep, literally hitting the extent of her insides. She wanted to deny the pleasure of the sensation, but just couldn't. Daddy for his part, DID love this, and took a moment to enjoy the show from behind, pulling his own thick black dick out, and masturbating all over Leila's legs and feet as the machine fucked her relentlessly. Having satisfied himself, he activated the web cams both in front and behind them, with each screen now showing a live version of their assault. Thick blackness disappearing into each of their supple white bodies as they watched on.

- Above and Below -

Having spent the better part of three hours applying lubricant as needed, and keeping them hydrated with his special blend of bottled spring water infused with his semen, Daddy had decided to take a break from that fun, for a little more fun. He returned to the area where Mike was stored, still nude, and chained to a support beam that wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Unlike the girls, Mike would not be receiving any sperm in his food or drink, instead just getting the torturers old standby, bread and water. Mike looked at Daddy, his face full of fury, immediately tugging at his chains as if somehow he had gotten stronger since being drugged and under nourished. Daddy just smiled at him and spit in his face. Mike tried spitting back, but was too dry to produce anything of value.

"I have quite the surprise for YOU young man." Daddy said, turning on the computer and monitor in front of Mike, "Fresh for your viewing pleasure."

He brought up the footage of the girls, Mike immediately shouting, "LEILA!" dryly.

"It's not live, you white chump." Daddy said, moving the video forward enough so that Mike could see him jerking off all over his girlfriends calves and toes as she was ravished by the machine.

"Man, she has got a nice pair of legs on her." Daddy remarked, genuinely admiring them on the video.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Mike croaked out.

Daddy chuckled back at this, flashing him a fake smile and the OK hand gesture. Mike watched the video weakly, not necessarily for the content, but just taking in some notion that the girls were alive and hopefully not far from him. In spite of himself, the sex on screen proved too much, and he did start getting an erection. As if on cue, Daddy swept up and kicked him squarely in the balls, Mike's eyes slamming shut, his mouth open in a silent scream.

"Awwww... you see all the pretty white flesh, loser? That's not for you. That belongs to the black man." Daddy said, mocking him.

MIke let out wracked tearless sobs, both at the pain, and at his helplessness.

"Why are you doing this to us?" his voice cracked out.

"That's an easy one, shrimp." Daddy said, moving back to his computer, "Your women belong to me and my people, and YOU... you're just trash." He cranked the volume up on the speakers, so Mike could hear every orgasm his girlfriend, her sister, and friend were having, watching and waiting for him to get aroused again. Relishing the idea of crushing his testicles, perhaps permanently.

- Many Many Moons -

The sexual and physical abuse went on for nearly a month, multiple times per day. The punishment escalating as it went on. Two dildos for each of them now, alternately pounding in their ass and pussy at the same time, all of their anal virginities taken in the span of a single morning. CJ getting the worst of it for her earlier defiance, with dildos thicker than the other girls had received, stretching and pushing her to her limits. Her orgasms relentless and intense. Daddy masturbating directly into their open mouths as they panted and cried out in pain and pleasure. None of them bothering to spit it out, swallowing all of it for what little nourishment and hydration it could provide.

They barely even spoke to each other anymore, especially after being struck or shocked with the cattle prod for being too noisy, or not focusing on the lesson. They simply watched hours of interracial porn and propaganda, and watched themselves getting dominated by big black dildos. They ate and drank increasingly nicer things, though they were still being cum on by Daddy before they were allowed to be enjoyed. For their continued submission they also received shower privileges, finally being allowed to clean themselves thoroughly once every few days, though still under strict supervision.

Mike, on the other hand, wasn't doing too well. His food and drink remained the same, and every day he was subjected to hours of video and audio of his girlfriend and female friends being ruthlessly fucked, sodomized, and fed semen. His lowest point being when he heard Leila beg "Daddy" to cum in her mouth after over two hours of nonstop sexual violation. He had only gotten two more erections, and both times he was immediately punished for it, his testicles badly bruised and swollen, the right side becoming cold and rescinding. He had tried to keep up his bravado with the man known as Daddy, but was regularly punched in the face and ribs, leaving him broken in more ways than one.

It was at the beginning of month two that Daddy had a new lesson for them. Leila, CJ and Katie all sitting on their knees in a row waiting for him to use them for the day, knowing that compliance meant no electrocution, no beatings, and nicer food and drink. Leila didn't think about it too much anymore, but she did remember him saying they would be free from their chains at some point. She watched quietly as Daddy sat in his usual spot on the stairs, eating an apple.

"Good morning, shlutsh." he said, mouth filled with apple.

"Good morning, Daddy." the trio of girls said in unison.

"Today we'll be starting the next lesson of white girl academy." he said, much clearer now that he had swallowed the bite in his mouth, "It's called "The Illusion of Choice".

He stood up, and walked closer to them, none of them moving or recoiling, just craning their necks and following him with their eyes. He held out the apple, a few bites missing.

"Which one of you sluts wants the rest of this?" he said, eyeing them up, "Not a trick, tell me if you want it."

Leila and CJ simply raised their hands, and Katie said "I do, Daddy."

Daddy chuckled slightly, enjoying their obedience, and walked over to Katie, who held her hands out eagerly. He stopped, and glanced at Leila.

"You want the apple? Spit in your sisters face." his face calm and blank.

Katie did exactly as she was told, spitting directly on Leila's face, making her recoil slightly, but not say a word. Daddy put the apple in her hands, but kept his hand on it, turning to CJ this time.

"You want this apple, slut?" nodding up to her.

She glanced at the apple, and nodded. Daddy lifted it out of Katie's hands, a look of disappointment falling over her innocent looking young face, as he moved away from her. He undid his pants, and pulled his substantial black cock out, holding it in front of her.

"Suck my cock and it's yours." he said.

"I'll suck your cock, Daddy. Please." Katie shout out quickly.

CJ didn't give her the chance, scooting forward and taking his thick black cock in her small white hand, placing the head of it in her mouth. She sucked him in fast, deep strokes, jerking him while she did. Daddy knew this part was risky, but he had them believing life was getting better as they complied, and had a knife in his back pocket in case he was wrong. CJ didn't resist, sucking him dutifully and well, the only issue being a couple of his pubic hairs getting tugged out after they got stuck in her braces. He blew his fat load across her moist pink tongue, filling her throat, and she swallowed it all before opening wide to show him is was gone. He let her lick off the last drops before putting himself away, stepping back slightly and producing his knife. He cut the apple in two equal parts, giving them both to Katie and CJ, giving them the reward they sought both in the form of the apple, and in the words,

"Good girls."

He turned to face Leila, shaking his head slightly.

"You clearly don't get it yet, slut. I gave you pleasure and pain to start, but now if you want pleasure, you have to earn it."

Katie and CJ happily and greedily ate their apple sections, putting the remaining core bits in Daddy's open hand when they were done. He retrieved his cattle prod, and came to collect Leila, taking her to a private space away from the other girls, chaining her inside, and leaving again for a few minutes. To do what, she had no idea. When he returned, he sat down on a chair opposite of where Leila sat crossed legged, no apples to offer, just a chat.

"You think you don't deserve this?" he said, no smile at the moment.

Leila wasn't sure what she thought anymore, just that she didn't want to displease him,

"No, Daddy."

"Tell me what your body is for. Tell me what your purpose in life is."

Her mind drifted weakly to Mike, but she quickly dismissed it.

"My body is to serve you, and the black man, in every way possible. My only purpose is to obey, fuck, suck, and birth black babies."

"Good girl." he said, the words making her feel relieved and good inside, and a little aroused, "Tell me who owns you."

"You do, Daddy." she replied again, the words coming easily.

"Good... good girl." he said, standing up.

He approached her, and put his hand on her chin, no violent intent, he simply stroked his fingers up looking at her in her hazel eyes. He took the key out of his pocket, and unlocked her chains entirely, leaving her standing completely naked, but no longer bound.

"Do you want to walk out that door?" he asked.

Her mind felt muddy, the answer unclear. She did in some ways want to walk out, but it felt like a trap. His threats had been real and clear before, and all of them had taken blows and shocks for disobedience. But he was only violent when he had to be, it had been because they were unruly, or defiant, not because he wanted to hurt them... or so she reasoned.

"No... Daddy. I want to stay." she said, her eyes still on his.

He smiled now, a warmer look than usual. "Good girl."

Leila felt warm inside at his praise. He approached her, putting his arm around her back, grasping her ass firmly, as he had the very first moment he had saw her and wanted her. This time, however, she raised her arms over his shoulders and embraced him, smiling as she looked into his eyes. She leaned in and kissed him, her bare body pressed against him, tongues exploring one another. He squeezed her tight, and then softly lowered her to the floor, spreading her toned white legs, and mounting her. She embraced him again as he thrust himself into her, her body surrendering, the need to satisfy him making her hot and wet. Her mind raced now, flashes of white bodies worshiping black dicks playing back, her most prominent memories of the last some weeks. She climaxed hard when he came inside her, her toes curling, her legs wrapping around him to keep him inside. She had pleased him, and it felt good. It felt really really good.

Upstairs, Mike watched it unfold, his eyes locked on the screen, his emotions practically dead.

She didn't run. She didn't fight. She fucked him.

- The Sun Sets Again -

Another month passed, and the girls were steadily given more autonomy. They only ever wore their neck braces now, the rest of their body free to move. When Daddy jerked off all over their food, they ate it as if it wasn't even there, just another part of the meal. No longer fearful, or frenzied. The meals had gotten better too, with things such as hamburgers and cupcakes making their way to them. The girls still didn't speak much, but the air was friendly, with smiles when someone had food on their face, or gave loving looks to whichever one of them was being used by Daddy, as their face contorted in orgasm. They were allowed to clean themselves alone now, and Daddy no longer struck them. Katie was always a bubblier sort of blonde, and she looked happy more often than not now. CJ led a small exercise group for them, mixed with a little yoga, keeping them fit and limber. Leila had even been given a smooth floor covering for her to practice her dance on, and Daddy loved to watch.

Sure, elsewhere in the world, investigations were going on, parents were frantically looking for their kids, and posters had been put up, but none of that mattered down there in the dark. By the end of that month, all three girls were unshackled at the same time, for the first time. They dutifully braced themselves as the machines fucked them, enjoying orgasm after orgasm. They ate a hearty meal of scrambled eggs and toast covered in semen, and showered when they were done. Daddy watched them return as they toweled themselves dry.

"Instruction, sluts." They all immediately dropped to their knees, and waited for his orders, "It's time for the last lesson in white girl academy. Follow me."

Leila, CJ and Katie all followed without saying a word, none of them even nervous or intrigued that he was leading them upstairs. They simply obeyed. Entering the upper area, they saw more video monitoring equipment, some desks, some other odds and ends, but more than anything, they saw Mike chained to the central post. He had lost a decent amount of weight, his brown facial hair covering much of his gaunt, white face. The girls turned to Daddy, curious now.

"This is your last lesson. Tell me what you see there. You." he said, pointing to CJ.

She looked him over, knowing who he was, but not really caring anymore.

"Broken man, Daddy." she said, keeping it simple, he pointed to Katie next,

"White trash, Daddy." she added, her look turning to disgust.

"Now you." he said, more lovingly, looking at Leila.

"I... I don't care, Daddy." she said, emptiness in her eyes as she looked at Mike.

He smiled mirthlessly, and said, "Good girls."

They all melted inside.

"Tell me who owns you." he said, the mantra returning.

"You, Daddy." they replied in unison, like trained soldiers.

"You... Leila." he said, calling her by her name for the first time instead of slut. It felt like her birthday. "Finish this pathetic white pissant off. How you do it is up to you. Have them help. When you're done, you will come upstairs and meet your other sisters, are we clear?"

Leila looked at Mike briefly, her head snapping back drunk on Daddy's approval and elevation,

"Yes, Daddy." she turned to start his task, but paused, turning back "Daddy wait."

He had already started to walk away too, and stopped now, turning back and looking at her.

"I love you, Daddy." Leila said, her eyes hopeful.

He smiled warmly at her, giving her just what she wanted to hear,

"Good girl."

He turned away and continued up the stairs, his destination unknown to them, as Leila turned back toward Mike. Her eyes scanning the room, looking for the implement of her grand submission. CJ and Katie watched intently, Leila finally crossing the room, her long legs making quick strides, her bare heels hammering the cold cement. She fished the trash liner out of the can, and came back, facing her actual sister, and her new adoptive sister.

"Keep him still." she said, her word law by Daddy's command.

CJ and Katie nodded dutifully, moving to either side of Mike's emaciated and beaten body, holding his shoulders against the cold pillar, their naked bodies clean and healthy pink, a stark contrast from his sickly pallor. Leila approached Mike from the front, the bag braced in both of her hands. Mike looked up weakly, his brown eyes glassy,

"We could still escape..." he croaked hoarser than ever, "You don't have to do this..."

"I HAVE escaped." she answered, her face emotionless, "Goodbye, Mike."

She pulled the bag over his head, wrapping it around his neck and pulling it tight, cinching it at the back, forming a vacuum around his head. Mike didn't struggle. He was done being broken. He was done hurting. It was time to let go.

The girls waited until it seemed over, Leila finally removing the bag, and CJ checking his breath. Katie pinched his arm hard, but there was no response. They turned to Leila, the lead girl among them. Leila reached out and they all held hands, a triangle forming between them, the touch triumphant and electric. She turned, and led both of them up the stairs to their new life, where other sisters waited for them. They were greeted by eight more warm faces, some their age, some older. They were all unclothed, generally white, with the exception of two girls of Asian descent, and several of them were clearly pregnant. Daddy waited patiently at the back of the room, smiling, seeing they were finally ready to serve him, in mind, body and spirit.
<hr pg="3" />"Welcome home." he said, and home they were.

