TITLE    : Onyx Tales Pt. 03
STORYID  : onyx-tales-pt-03
SUMMARY  : A red headed actress takes a job modeling the future.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-04-10
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|bnwo|cruelty|gangbang|rough|degrading|red head|white woman|black men|forced|


-It's Tough Out There-

"I am literally weeks, maybe less, away from having to start an Only Fans to pay the bills, Dan." Ruby said, pacing wildly back and forth in her apartment.

"I could get behind that." Dan said, half joking.

"You're supposed to be my agent Dan, you need to find me something before I end up on the fucking street." Ruby said, her temper rising.

"Look, I'm trying kid, but it's not a great time to be a red head, I mean, look at what they did to Ariel. I hate to break it to you, but you're the first to go on the diversity quota chopping block." Dan said, putting it rather bluntly, "Emma Stone, Laura Prepon, Deborah Ann Woll, they all lost the red."

"But that should make me stand out MORE, be MORE of a commodity, right? I'm like the last of a fucking dying breed, or something." Ruby said, starting to feel flustered and defeated.

"I'll keep my eyes open for you, I always do, but you're going to have to consider your other options. Are you still working at Starbucks?" Dan said, kicking his legs up at his desk.

"Yeah, but... I can't keep doing it, Dan. Getting hit on a fucking million times a day by a bunch of pasty faced wannabe writers there to grab their morning milkshake? It's eating my fucking soul." Ruby said, slumping down on her couch.

"I thought red heads didn't have souls." Dan shot back, smirking to himself.

"Very funny." Ruby said, her temper starting to flair again.

"I'll be in touch, I promise, but keep your eyes peeled, check the web, hell, do the fucking Only Fans if you have to. Anything is better than the bottomless drug pit you'll be facing on the streets, kid." Dan said, understanding her position, but already getting tired of her entitlement.

"Thanks a ton Dan, you've been a fucking ace as always." Ruby said, clicking the phone off angrily.

Dan sat, listening to the dead air for a brief moment wondering why he chose to deal with a bunch of self centered wannabe starlets for a living, but he knew why, and he remembered it crystal fucking clear every time he spent a lazy evening drunkenly floating around his in ground pool.

"Well, fuck you too." he said, putting his phone back down on the cradle.

Ruby stood up and stormed into her bathroom, checking her face for stress lines, her fair and delicate skin smooth and nearly perfect in the mirror. Her shock of curly red hair draping down around her shoulders, her dazzling green eyes and perfectly white smile making her a notably beauty. More than that, she had plump and perky C cup breasts with soft pink nipples, a smooth flat stomach, a toned and tight ass, a perfectly trimmed red landing strip over her picturesque pussy, and long shapely legs leading to meticulously pedicured feet and toes. She was good looking and she knew it, an asset she had long hoped to turn into a lucrative career, even going so far as to change her name from Rachel Wexler, to a more ostentatious stage name, Ruby Cross.

"You're going to make it. You deserve it. You earned this." Ruby said to herself in the mirror, almost a mantra for dealing with her mediocre acting skills, and supremely underwhelming prospects.

She shook her head softly, and sighed, before walking back to her living room, her bare feet swishing over her puffy white rug as she parked herself in front of her laptop.

"I should be looking for a better fucking agent." she said, still pissed at the world for not wanting to hire her, jumping on the classified ad page, hoping for any sort of lead.

This was California, the land of opportunity, or so they would have you believe. Truth be told, it was a heartless, soulless den of filth, drugs, and sexual abuse that masqueraded itself as the moral compass of the modern world. Ruby wasn't an idiot, she knew she could fuck her way to mediocrity, but she wanted more. She wanted to be a name, one that made people decide to see her movies just because she was in them, a model of humble beauty that somehow made it's way to the top of the food chain... and she wanted to be filthy fucking rich.

"Let's see... content producer for a YouTube gaming channel? Nope. Shoe and footwear model..? No thanks, pervs. Open casting call for model/actresses... hmmm, no role info, just a number." Ruby said, glancing at her phone and contemplating dialing it in, when suddenly a text notification popped up.

"Hey Rub, Phil called in sick, can you work his shift?"

It was Cassie, her manager at Starbucks, and a firm reminder of exactly what she didn't want out of life. She scooped up her phone, punching the listings number in, and listening intently as it rang, hoping for something good.

"Midnight Masters casting group, this is Dom, how may I help you?" the man said.

"Hi, I, uh... sorry, one sec." Ruby said, double checking the ad for any further information, "Hi, my name is Ruby Cross, I saw your advertisement seeking actresses and models?"

"Of course, we are always looking for new talent. Can I schedule you a casting interview?" Dom said, clicking away at his keyboard.

"Oh yes, that would be nice, but can I ask a few questions first?" Ruby said, opening a blank document on her laptop to make notes for herself.

"Of course, what can I help you with?" he said, sounding pleasant enough.

"For starters, what exactly are you casting for?" Ruby said, hoping it was something juicy.

"The owner, my boss, is currently looking for a number of young women to model his line of promotional wear, which includes lingerie, shirts, jewelry, that sort of thing." Dom said, once again, sounding perfectly reasonable.

"So, you're like a clothing company or something?" Ruby said, typing down modeling, and throwing a question mark down next to it, since "modeling" didn't always mean modeling out here.

"No, it's just promotional wear for our website, which if you're interested, can be found at..." Dom started, but Ruby had to interrupt as another text popped up.

"I'm so sorry, give me just one second." she said, checking her phone, hoping it was literally anything else, but of course it was work again.

"Ruby, please respond if you've read this, it's super busy today, and the place is a mess." Cassie texted again, making Ruby more than sure she didn't want to go.

"Sorry about that, uh, let me just ask, what is the pay like?" Ruby said, thinking anything would be better than going back to that coffee scented hell hole.

"Well, it could scale based off what, and how many items, you seem best suited to advertise, but it starts at $3000 dollars." Dom said, still clicking away.

"Three..!? Yes, I'd be happy to schedule an audition." Ruby said, her heart racing at the prospect of making enough to keep her afloat for a while longer yet.

"Excellent, then lets get your information, and I'll get you the address. When would be best for you?" Dom said, the smile unmistakable in his voice.

"As soon as humanly possible." Ruby said, already planning what to wear, hoping to dazzle them into shelling out as much as possible.

-A Short Trip Can Take You A Long Way-

Ruby decided to splurge on an Uber Black, not wanting to show up in her nearly broken down mess of a car. Fake it until you make it. As it pulled up outside, she couldn't help but admire the large manse of a home, not a glitzy gated off mansion, but the sort of home someone wealthy but out of the limelight might own. She wasn't deciding anything yet, but if this guy was wealthy enough, and had his own modelling brand, he might be worth dating for a while. Sorry, it's just the Hollywood way. She thanked her driver and stepped out, her white heels clicking as she strode up the walk, her flowing white gown billowing lightly behind her. She had come to impress, and she was quite the vision, her Uber driver lingering longer than needed as he admired her from behind. Ruby pressed the buzzer at the door, and was greeted shortly after by a familiar voice.

"Yes, how may I help you?" Dom said.

"I'm Ruby Cross, we spoke on the phone earlier, I'm here for the audition." she said, putting on the charm.

"One moment, someone will be right with you." he said, the line clicking off.

In less than a minute, the door opened, a toned and muscular black man stepping out, his suit vest and tie combo both gentlemanly and casual all at the same time.

"Ms. Cross, very nice to meet you, my name is Onyx Masters." he said, extending his large black hand.

"Oh, it's very nice to meet you too." Ruby said, her small white hand slipping in to his, as she admired his impressive frame briefly.

"I see you came ready to impress, and I must say, you have." Onyx said, giving her a warm smile.

"Oh thank you... I aim to please." she said, wishing she had thought of something a little more clever.

"Good to know. Why don't we step inside and discuss things in a more professional setting." he said, then chuckling slightly, "Unless you want to continue making me the envy of all my neighbors."

"What..? Oh, haha, yeah, I suppose I am a bit of a sight, aren't I?" Ruby said, following him inside.

The house was pleasantly cool and dim, the dark woods and deep colors making the house feel like a strange but workable blend of chic and classic design.

"Where would you feel most comfortable Ms. Cross? We can discuss this in the office, or the lounge if you prefer." Mr. Masters said, gesturing from one to the other.

Ruby felt the lounge would be the better choice, both because the grey chez lounge looked invitingly comfortable, and because it would make her seem more relaxed, cool, and welcoming. The sort of girl who is as down to earth as she is beyond your reach. Though she wasn't sure how out of reach she wanted to be for this Mr. Masters. She had never been with a black man before, but if she had to start somewhere, this well cut model of a man would be a great place.

"The lounge please, and call me Ruby." she said, smiling, a gesture he reciprocated ushering her in.

"Then please, call me Onyx." he said, stepping away to a small wooden bar in the room, opening a mini fridge and producing a can of pineapple juice, "Would you care for a drink?"

"Do you have any wine?" Ruby said, half joking, but also fishing to see what kind of expense this man could offer.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any alcohol. I can make you a pineapple spritzer if you'd like though." he said, already pouring one for himself.

"That would be nice, thank you." Ruby said, making another mental note, sizing him up as a potential health freak, or one of those crazy purists... typical California zeal.

"Here you are." he said, handing it to her, "Now, what do you say we get down to business?"

"Of course." Ruby said, trying her best to be cordial, but hoping he would get right to the money.

"Well, as Dom mentioned over the phone, we do start at 3K for the base contract, but that can grow depending on what else we think you'd be suited for." he said, sipping his drink slightly.

She mimicked his sip, hoping to build a sort of subconscious rapport, and found the drink surprisingly nice. Maybe he was on to something after all.

"Well, I'll be honest, I'm a young and hungry actress looking to grow above the canopy of a vastly overgrown jungle." Ruby said, a practiced line she had used before, "And I think I'm more than capable of filling whatever role you need of me."

"I'll be honest, I think you are too." Onyx said, smiling. "It's refreshing to see a woman of your caliber out there trying to find her rightful place in the world."

"Why.. thank you." Ruby said, not expecting him to seem so genuine about her sales pitch.

"Of course. I tell you what, you seem like a real go getter, so I'm going to make you a one time offer... how would you feel about 10K, all in, across the board?" he said, giving her a raised eyebrow.

Ruby was absolutely stunned by the offer, and more than ready to take it, though she still didn't know fully what she was in for.

"I'd say, I'm your girl." Ruby said, putting on a dazzling smile.

"Fantastic! Then let's get started." Onyx said, standing up as she joined him.

Onyx escorted her to the dressing area just off the main room, merchandise hanging from hooks, and placed on mannequins for optimal presentation. It was at that moment that Ruby realized exactly what sort of modeling contract she was signing on for, as her eyes went wide at the selection on display.

"Black Cock... Slut?" Ruby said, reading the t-shirt proudly placed on the mannequin in front of her.

"I think it would look perfect on you." Onyx said, clearly not bothered by the implications.

Ruby quickly glanced from item to item, spotting other shirts that boldly declared both love and dedication to black cock, panties emblazoned with the words "Black Only" on them, jewelry marking the wearer as a "Queen of Spades", and even a shocking set of pregnancy clothes that said "Future Black King on Board" and "No More White Babies" respectively.

"Is this... are you a pornographer?" Ruby said, her heart sinking a little.

"That is putting it very mildly, Ms. Ruby. My aspirations are far larger than the clothes you see before you, but I'm sure someone such as yourself can understand that. To see things grow, you have to plant a seed." Onyx said, giving her a slight shrug.

"I... I'm not sure I can wear this." Ruby said, very unsure of the turn they'd somehow taken, "I haven't even... I mean, I don't..."

"It seems you need more convincing. Why don't I show what our brand is all about?" Onyx said, starting back toward the lounge.

Ruby followed, turning her head back once eyeing up the clothing as if it would follow her out somehow.

"I think I get the general idea." Ruby said, her heart racing now at the implications.

"No, you don't. You see, black supremacy isn't just words on a t-shirt, or pair of panties, its about how willing white women are to buy them, wear them proudly, surrender themselves to black dominance over their lives. I want you to be one of the faces of that movement." Onyx said, sitting down and taking another sip of his drink. "But I can't convince you to sell something if you don't believe in it, so let's fix that."

"Fix..? How?" Ruby said, her flesh going a little cold.

"Gentlemen, if you'd be so kind as to aid our guest into seeing the light, as it were?" Onyx said, his hand up, gesturing lightly as several large, slightly overweight older black men stepped into the room fully nude.

Ruby's mouth dropped open in pure shock, each man sporting a shockingly long and scarily thick black cock that they were pumping lightly, looks of hungry depravity on their faces. They advanced on her in seconds, though they didn't run, simply striding directly toward her.

"Oh my... OH MY GOD." Ruby said as they guided her roughly to her knees, forming a circle around her.

She was suddenly besieged by the crowd of black cocks, the massive heads pushing against her face, probing her lips, slapping her across the face.

"WAIT, WAIT I DIDN'T..." she started, a mistake in opening her mouth as two of the men immediately attempted to cram their dicks directly inside, stretching her bright red lips around them as they fought for space in her mouth. "MMMMHMMM!! MMMMMMMHHHHHMMMMMM!!!" Ruby said, or more specifically grunted, as they pushed and pumped.

The men didn't say a word, but she could hear them laughing in cruel amusement, as other hands hoisted her dress up over her head, only pulling free from her mouth as they stripped it off, her bra quickly unclasped, and tugged off, leaving her wearing nothing but panties and heels. No sooner than she could see the room again, she was being pushed forward, a man already waiting for her on his knees. He immediately grabbed the back of her head, pushing his cock into her mouth, scraping past her teeth as he plunged down her throat. Her panties were yanked down, her bare ass sticking up, her legs pushed apart slightly as the massive head of another black dick started grinding into her pussy from behind. It had been a shock, it had been pure violation without warning, and in spite of the pain, and the pressure, it came with immense pleasure, both in the act, and in the intention.

The men were ferocious, merciless, fast and rough, pumping in tandem from both sides, pained squeals barely escaping from her as they pounded her from both ends until her heels fell off. Ruby was feeling it, the perverse pleasure spreading like a wildfire inside her, her body hot and electric as she could already feel an orgasm rising to take her over. She could feel the man behind her jam his thumb into her ass, making her toes curl as she grunted out in surprise. The man in her throat pulled out, laughing as he slapped her across the face back and forth, her mouth agape as she let out fast breaths and moans of pleasure. Almost out of nowhere, two men flanked from the sides, pulling her hair aside and putting a collar around her neck, a dog chain linked to it, the yoke of which given to the man savaging her pussy from behind. A small metal tag on the front simply marked "White Slut" dangling as she was rocked back and forth.

The same men who had collared her suddenly grabbed her shoulders firmly, and she could hear a familiar buzz, filling her with a sort of panic that couldn't be put into words as she was struggling to keep up, nearly in the throws of a massive orgasm. She felt it hit the back of her head, racing from one end to the other.

"WHAT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" she cried as she watched a waft of her red hair fall past her vision, piling on the floor in front of her.

If they heard (and they did), they didn't care to respond, only laughing more as they continued, shaving her hair off in quick strokes as they held her still, buzzing her hair down nearly to nothing in quick and practiced strokes.

"YOU CAN'T... I... AHHHHHHHH!!!" Ruby cried, her objections blown away as her body tensed up and she started spasming wildly, a series of intense orgasms crashing through her, her toes curling as she screamed out.

She could hear the man inside her grunt savagely, his own orgasm joining hers as he unloaded inside of her, quickly pulling out and shooting another hot jet all the way up her back, wiping his cock all over her ass cheeks before moving away. He was quickly replaced by another man, who immediately stuffed the thick black head of his cock directly into her ass, grabbing her hips hard and pushing it all the way inside in a slow firm stroke.

"HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK!?" Ruby cried, but did not want them to stop.

She could feel her no longer virgin ass being stretched open wide, the pain both excruciating and wonderful, the alien sensation of her anal intrusion making her shudder with pleasure. The man who had just vacated her pussy moved directly in front of her, grabbing the back of her head and guiding her face towards his slick cock. Ruby didn't resist, opening her mouth wide and taking him in, moaning in appreciation as she was stuffed from both ends once more, the taste of herself only amplifying her pleasure. Stroke after stroke, pump after pump, they slammed her without mercy, driving her into her first anal orgasm, tears welling in her eyes as she exhaustedly came again, barely choking air in through her nose. Hot jets of semen beginning to pump up her ass, making her cum even harder herself.

The man in her mouth pulled out, letting her take a deep gasping breath as she tried to keep up. He started jerking himself in fast wet strokes, priming himself to cum as well. Ruby wasn't able to speak, her brain nearly overloaded with both dopamine and pleasure, instead only sticking her pink tongue out and grunting out "unnnh unnnnh!!!" as a welcoming gesture for the incoming load. Much to her surprise and pleasure, he wasn't the only one, her two hair cutting specialists who had been jerking themselves as they enjoyed the show, joined him, flanking her on either side. The man from her mouth grunted, squeezed his cock for a moment, a exploded a massive load of cum directly into her mouth, drowning her tongue and lower teeth. Hot loads firing out from either side, splashing all over her face, all over her newly buzzed head, getting in her eyes and dripping down to the floor. Ruby coughed slightly at the sheer volume before swallowing, letting out a satisfied gasp when she was done.
<hr pg="2" />"More... MORE..." Ruby cried, rough black hands flipping her onto her back, and pulling her legs apart aggressively.

She didn't know who was where, and who had done what, but she felt eager mouths wrap around her toes as they tugged her ankles up, thick cocks brushing against her thighs. Another black stranger suddenly using the head of his cock to separate her soft pussy lips, once again cramming a negro cock inside of her.

"Ahhhhh ahahahaha!!!" Ruby cried out, laughing at the sheer pleasure and insanity of everything unfolding, "Fuck.. FUCKING FUCK ME! DON'T FUCKING STOP!" she cried out, as he loomed over her, thrusting himself in so deep he was hammering her uterus.

She looked up, turning her head from side to side, seeing the other men not currently making use of her body, jerking themselves furiously as they looked down on her, both literally and figuratively. Fat black dicks priming themselves to pump a deluge of sperm all over her creamy white tits and stomach. Ruby realized that Onyx was right, she hadn't understood, but after a sudden crash course, she was an expert now. Black supremacy wasn't just some joke notion, or fetishists wet dream, it was happening to her right now. Her body was being violated, being owned, by black men. Black men who didn't give a fuck about her, who saw her as a worthless white fuck hole to pleasure themselves with, and she wanted to be that hole. To dedicate her body, her life, to serving powerful black men, and give them all they wanted, her womb included. Then came the cum, like a glorious rain fall of hot seed splashing all over her tits, her face, her mouth wide open welcoming it all in. Another load pumping inside her, hot jizz splashing across the soles of her feet and between her toes.

The onslaught went on for hours. Ruby being fucked hard and slow, choked as she climaxed, her collar now feeling like a permanent part of her. When she came to hours later, it was like being born again. Sure, she was sore all over, a mess of superior black sperm, her hair shaved off, used and humiliated... but she felt calm. A sense of peace and purpose in the world. Not to have dreams, and chase clout and money, but to simply spread her legs and get fucked by black men. Dozens. Hundreds. Pump out black baby after baby. She wanted to be enslaved. Naked and in chains. Cook, clean, fuck, suck, raise kids... the perfect care free life. She rose from the mess, showered, admiring her buzzed head in the mirror afterward. Washing her collar in the sink and putting it back on. There were two sets of clothes waiting for her, neatly folded on a table. The ones she came in wearing, and a pair of branded panties declaring her black cock only, a shirt telling the world the same, and an ankle bracelet with the queen of spades charm hanging off it. The choice was obvious.

Ruby walked casually into the lounge once more, simply wearing the t-shirt and panties, her collar and anklet accessorizing her ensemble, her bare feet softly swishing across the rug. She turned, spotting Onyx in his office working on something, his face turning up at her presence, a warm smile spreading on his face as he stood and stepped out to greet her.

"Now THIS is a woman embracing the role she was meant to be in." he said as she dropped to her knees and kissed the top of his shoe in reverent respect.

"I've never been more at peace, my king." Ruby said, truly meaning it, remaining bowed on her knees.

"Because you've accepted the greatest truth all women can; that you belong to the black master race. No more worry, no more burden, just the peace of domestic and sexual servitude." Onyx said, walking toward the lounge, snapping a finger to bade her follow him.

Ruby didn't stand, she simply turned and crawled after him, sitting on her crossed legs at his feet as he lit a cigar.

"Will you still use me for the photo shoot, master?" she said, her heart full of nothing but love for him.

"I will, all in due time. I have other women coming to audition too. Your future sisters in servitude." Onyx said, not bothering to look at her, her beauty nothing to him.

"Conquer them all, my king." Ruby said, leaning forward and hugging his leg gently, resting her head on his knee.

"ALL is exactly my goal, slut." Onyx said, honoring her by not pushing her away, "I... WE... will not stop until every white pussy is enslaved and serving the black master race, until every asian womb has been seeded with superior black DNA, and every latina slut has abandoned their heritage and embraced the new black future." he said, letting out a long peal of smoke. "Every conquered white slut brings me closer to that dream. Be honored to be a drop in that sea, worthless whore."

"I am, my king." Ruby said, desperate for his love and attention, desperate for his sex and his seed.

"Good. Then clean up the mess you left on my floor, and take those clothes off, you will never need them here." Onyx said, shoving her back with his knee.

Ruby didn't speak, simply nodding dutifully, and pulling her clothes off, carefully returning them to their place in the dressing space, only wearing her prized adornment, her collar, proudly declaring her a "White Slut". She found the cleaning supplies and got on her hands and knees, scrubbing the spunk from the floor happily, her bare body feeling more natural than ever before. Another black king approached her from behind while she worked, snapping his fingers and turning her face toward him, grabbing her chin and stuffing his cock into her mouth. She sucked him in long appreciative stokes, sponge still in her hand, perfectly content in her new existence, having finally landed the role of a lifetime.

