TITLE    : Ramona Far Away From Home
STORYID  : ramona-far-away-from-home
SUMMARY  : A mother of two is abducted and sold into slavery.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|forced|non consensual|black bred|abducted|white woman|black man|fetish|bukkake|slavery|


(The following story contains elements that more sensitive readers may find offensive, or upsetting. Chief amongst them abduction, raceplay and forced sex. If you read the tags, or my profile, you'd know exactly what you were getting into. So, for those who like the dark, enjoy at your own risk.)

- Setting the Stage -

Ramona hated herself. She didn't normally hate herself, but in this particular moment she did. She had never permitted any former boyfriend or lover to perform anal sex on her before, as she was worried about the damage it might do to her otherwise pristine posterior, but at present, she was having her ass slammed full of fat nigger cock that was thicker and longer than anything she could have considered possible... and it was making her cum, hard. The choice hadn't been hers, as she was secured to a modified gynecological exam chair, that bound her arms, waist, and neck, with her long slender legs secured in stirrups, her ankles locked in, leaving her ass and pussy wide open for the taking (and she WAS being taken). She hadn't the slightest clue where she was, let alone, who this large black man really was who was savaging her formerly virgin ass, but she knew she was in trouble. The last thing she remembered clearly before waking up here, was leaving the supermarket and loading her items in the boot of the car.

- From Then Until Now -

What Ramona wasn't at all aware of, as she had been loading her car, was the heavy black fellow that had been following her since she first arrived. He was immediately taken by her graceful and slender neck, her short brown hair, and her delicate white skin. Even though they were B cup at best, he stared lustily at the swell of her breasts, the tight butt he knew was hiding under her skinny jeans, and her pristine sandalled feet. He wanted her, and he was going to have her wedding ring or not, and when he got bored with her, he would just sell her like he had so many other white women. There was always someone looking to buy a pretty white slave back in his home land. So, he had waited for his moment to strike, jamming a taser in the back of her neck, and shoving her in the boot of her own car, stealing both it, and her, in one fell swoop. He knew better than to speed, or look around nervously, he just played the law abiding civilian until he got her back to the ramshackle storage space he kept his newly acquired girls.

He had unloaded her carefully inside the car port, noting he would come back for the groceries too. Waste not, want not. Carrying her over his shoulder had been easy, given her slender frame, and he made sure to give her ass a nice squeeze on the way down to the sub-level. He quickly removed her clothing with a pair of surgical shears, and locked her in the make shift prison he had built, her unconscious form splayed out on the stained old mattress he kept in there. That particular mattress had seen dozens of white women in it's day, and as far as he was concerned, would see several dozen more. He couldn't help but stop and admire his latest grab, she wasn't entirely free of blemishes, as she had obviously had one or more children, but she was slim, fit and perky. No more than 28 if he had to guess. Last, he decided to have a quick wank as he stood over her, dropping a sizable load all over the soles of her feet and toes. She would meet him more formally later when she came to.

- More Like Now -

As Ramona slowly awoke, her hand reflexively went to the back of her neck, the faint sting of the stun gun still lingering. She pushed herself up on her elbows, taking in her surroundings, and it didn't look good. She was completely naked, on a filthy and badly used mattress, and behind a series of bars cemented into the ground. She was about to call out for help, but it occurred to her suddenly that this wasn't the sort of place where help was. As her senses came back, she curled up in a ball, trying as best as she could to cover herself, and cried. She thought of her husband and kids at home, and what they must be thinking right now, or what was going to happen to her in here. She froze in a sudden panic when she someone opening a heavy door, and walking down towards her. He walked in, his demeanor fairly nonchalant, and looked at her happily. He was young, but maybe only a bit younger than her, tall but also sort of fat, and his skin was a deep brown.

"Well well, look who's finally up!" he said happily, a tinge of an accent on his voice.

Ramona sat, more tightly crossing her legs to cover herself, not ready to speak yet.

"Oh, don't be like that. You should know, there is no modesty down here." he said, jovially.

"Where am I and what have you done to me?" she shot out quickly.

"You, my pretty little thing, are in your new home. And I haven't done anything to you YET, but that will be coming very soon." he stopped and thought for a brief second, "I did jerk myself on your lovely little feet, but I told myself to wait until you were awake for the good stuff."

Ramona had been a little too preoccupied with the entire situation to notice before, but did notice his spunk still stuck between her toes and on her ankles. Her chest went cold. She knew this was about sex, it always is when it comes to men kidnapping women, it was more a question of how bad was this going to get. She decided to try and use a tactic she'd either seen or heard of where she would humanize herself to her attacker.

"Please, my name is Ramona, I have a husband David, and two little children at home. I work for..."

He waved her off, "Yeah, yeah, I don't care, I already read your license and went through your phone before I got rid of it."

"Please, please just let me go, I won't tell anyone." she pleaded, starting to cry again.

He laughed derisively, "Of course you won't tell anyone, but you aren't going anywhere until I'm done with you."

Ramona swallowed hard, her sobs hard to control.

"Look, if it's sex you want, I'll do it, okay? But you have to promise to let me go."

"Oh, it's sex I want, and sex I will get, but I am not promising to let you go. You have to learn now, you are in no position to make the rules. The rules ARE: what I want, I get. NO MORE, YOU UNDERSTAND?" he said, going from pleasant to menacing very quickly.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." she said, looking down as she trembled.

He went back to smiling again. "Very good. So here's how it all starts, you are going to take my big black dick in your pretty white mouth, and suck me off." He produced a fairly large knife from his pants pocket, "and if you do anything stupid, I won't just use this on you, I'll go visit your husband next. I do have your address, after all."

"NO, please, I'll do it, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt David or the kids." she pleaded, as she sprung forward and grabbed the bars.

"What an awful thing to say, I would never hurt your kids. I'm not a monster." his face going from shocked offense, to obviously kidding as he spoke.

He reached under his sizable stomach and reached into his pants, pulling out an exceptionally thick and long cock, slightly darker than the rest of him, his fat balls dragging out behind it. Ramona's eyes went wide for a moment at the shock of his enormity, pointlessly comparing it to her husbands penis which was minuscule by comparison. He sauntered up, his thick cock bobbing as he approached, and thrust it against her face.

"You know the rules. Now suck." he said, jabbing the head of it against her soft pink lips.

She could smell the sweat on it, hot and musky, the revulsion at what she was being forced to do riding the pit of her stomach. But she complied, lifting the tip, opening her mouth as wide as she could to fit it inside. She started working him, timidly at first, just trying to get through the moment.

"No, no, no... suck it like the slut you are. Finger yourself while you do it." he said, waving the knife downward as he gestured.

Ramona sighed briefly, and started taking him deeper, working her neck more, jerking him while she did it. She started rubbing herself as well, trying to think of something that would turn her on, but all she could focus on was his enormous cock in her mouth, which started to do the trick. The moment wasn't romantic at all, but he did have the sort of cock that she just assumed people in porn had, and she tried to think of this as just that... a porno. She pictured herself from the outside, looking on, and sure enough, she started getting hot and wet. She would put on the show he wanted, buy herself some time, and figure her way out of this. She rubbed herself vigorously, her slick fingers dipping in and out of her pussy when they weren't working her clitoris. Drops of saliva falling to the ground as she groaned in pleasure, pounding this strangers cock up and down her own throat. Somehow, she managed to reach climax before he did, trying to slow down, but he insisted.

"I see you. Do it, finish yourself off, I want to watch." he said, taking over on his own dick.

She kept her eyes down, the electric tinge of orgasm coming to a head before it finally broke through, causing her to cry out, covering her mouth with her free hand, spasms rocking her body. Her captor thoroughly enjoyed this, speeding himself up, before pausing, grunting, and unloading a massive cumshot across her hair and face, the follow up pumps landing down her neck and bare breasts. She sat there on her knees, the feeling of orgasm slowly receding, his hot sperm all over her skin, and she quietly retreated into herself. She didn't want to speak, she was ashamed of what had just happened, but he was more than excited to go on.

"See? I knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you." he said, laughing a little as he squeezed the last drops of cum off his dick, and flung them toward her. "Now, lick the spots I got on the floor, and I'll give you your supper."

Ramona shot him a look of "are you serious", but there was no doubt he was. She turned down to the floor, locating the drops and spurts that had landed there. The floor was some sort of stone or slate, and it had some dirt on it, but it wasn't filthy, per se, so she carefully readjusted herself, and bowed down, licking up the small drops. Unfortunately, the mess on her face dripped down as she did, giving her more to clean, but she did it dutifully. When she was done, she looked up at him, eyebrows rising in question.

"Yes, you are done for now. I will bring you your food shortly, and a rag, I don't want you filthy if I have guests." he said, tucking himself back in his pants, and turning to leave.

"Guests?" she cried out after him, but he left without another word.

Ramona sat there on her knees still, cum splattered from her hair to her navel, and dreaded who or what might be coming next.

- Time Goes on -

Her dinner had been a couple of cheap fast food burgers, and he left her a wet rag to wash herself with. Once she was sure he had gone, she had tried pulling at the bars, bracing her foot against one of the others and pulling back, but it hadn't budged. There were no windows down here, so there was no sense of time, she simply assumed it was morning when he returned.

"There's my pretty white flower." he said, smiling as he approached, "I have your breakfast for you. Aren't I a kind master? Bringing you breakfast in bed."

Ramona looked at the eggs with toast and jam that he served as he slid it under the small space beneath the bars.

"Are you going to let me go?" she asked, redundantly.

He tilted his head as if he was thinking, "What if I said, after 30 days, you could leave this place?"

Her heart was racing, in both dismay and relief,

"30 days!? That's... I would like that." she said, looking at him expectantly.

"Then I will promise you will, but only if you serve me properly." he said, chiding her with a finger wag.

"Of course, I will, I promise. Thank you." she said, not really thankful for the stay, but thankful that there was some sort of exit plan.

"Good, now eat, I have a busy day planned and I don't have time to waste." he said, turning to leave.

She didn't call him back this time, she simply watched him go, and turned her attention to her food. No cutlery of course, so she shoveled finger fulls of cheesy eggs into her mouth, and munched the jam toast eagerly. In spite of everything, the food was good, at least there was that. She hadn't really considered poison, as it felt counter productive to his needs, but she should have considered sedative, which he had crushed and mashed into her jam, following good ol' Mary Poppins advice. She was nearly passed out less than 20 minutes later when he returned, he easily scooped her naked body up in his surprisingly muscular arms, and escorted her to his "toy" room. He gently laid her down on a raised padded platform, which she later realized were stirrups, locking her in place, her nude body on full display for anyone who entered. It took about an hour all in for her to come back to her senses. He was sitting patiently in a chair, reading something on his phone.

"Oh, I see you're awake, my little swan. I'm so sorry for the ruse. I had to move you, but I didn't want to have to clap you in irons. Always so much fuss and fighting, better to just go this way, don't you think?" he said, standing up.

Ramona pulled at her limbs, realizing she was strapped down and immobilized with her sensitive parts wide open for business.

"What... what is this?" she said, still a little sluggish, "Is this..?"

"THAT, is the special seat for my lady guests. Your throne, as it were." he said, walking around her, rubbing his hand on the cushioned part of the table, "Today is a day to celebrate, sweet sugar, as I will be honoring you with my love."

She did not feel honored, or that anything about this would be honorable.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she slurred out, her head swimming still.

"Oh, don't be so crude about it, you and that dirty mouth of yours." he smiled in spite of this offense.

She couldn't articulate it properly in her mind but she knew what was coming, and it wasn't love. He moved, stroking her leg with near admiration as he circled around and stood in between her spread thighs. Once again, he unholstered his enormous cock, laying it out over Ramona's neatly trimmed vagina, the head of it reaching nearly to her belly button. He rocked himself back and forth, riding her crease, savoring the moment before he defiled her. Ramona simply craned her head forward both dreading, and still astonished by, his enormity as he started sliding his large black cock head in between her soft white folds. His seeming gentleness and supposed "loving" demeanor changed suddenly, as he reached out to either side, grasping her knees, and smashed himself all the way in with a single painful thrust.

Ramona threw her head back, her teeth together as she winced in pain. Despite having had two children, his cock was still painful to take in, stretching her otherwise supple skin to the limit, and smashing directly into her uterus. He didn't stop with his single thrust either, instead, it was just the beginning of a furious and hard pounding, each crash hitting her limit for what she could take in.

"FUCK, OW... PLEASE, FUCK... NOT SO HARD!!" she cried out as he dominated her.

He did not comply, instead leaning in over top of her, his hands on either side of her torso, putting as much force and weight into as he could. He pushed all the way in, stopping for a moment to try and push even further, delighting in the pained shout coming from her lips. In spite of the agony, Ramona was soaking wet, the pleasure not simply countering the pain, but being multiplied by it. He had been slamming himself into her for no more than a minute, when she felt herself rapidly approaching orgasm. She cursed herself for giving in to this pleasure, but she had no choice, she may as well get something out of all of this. He seemed to recognize it again, egging her on,

"That's right, white cunt, cum for me. Cum all over this fat nigger cock!" he said, unrelenting.

"FUCK... YOU... YOU... FUCKING... NIGGAAAAAHHHH!!!" she shouted, before exploding in orgasm after orgasm, her body struggling to tense up, but her bonds keeping her firmly in place.

He delighted in this, enjoying the look of beautiful agony on her face. As much as he desperately wanted to cum inside her raw unprotected pussy, he couldn't. When he sold her (which he would), he couldn't sell her pregnant. There just wasn't a big market for raising bastard children, they preferred to impregnate the women themselves. So, he compromised, instead, pulling out and slamming every inch of himself up her pristine ass without pause. Ramona arched her back as much as she could, the pain of his sudden invasion making her cum again even harder, his thrusting the same force and tempo as before.

"OW OW OW OW OW!!!" she screamed punctuating each thrust, her face turning red, sweat now dripping off her whole body.

But her toes curled, and she came once again. When he had finally had enough of his own, he stood for a few minutes with his cock firmly inside her, enjoying each pump of semen that had blasted into her warm insides, a dew of sweat forming on his forehead.

"There we are... much better." he said, slowly pulling out, a deluge of sperm spilling out with him.

"Fuck... you..." Ramona gasped, her body still a trembling mess.

"Oh, don't be obstinate." he said, wiping his cock off on her thighs, "You still have another 29 days of this to enjoy before you're out of here. Unless you changed your mind?"

Ramona paused, something told her this was a game to him, but she needed to at least play along for now.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry." she said, cooling down slightly.

"Good girl. Now, let's clean you up, I have guests coming." he said, stepping away for a moment.

When he came back into the room, he was carrying a container of wet wipes and some rags, but in his opposite hand he had a sawed off shotgun. Ramona immediately freaked out, pulling against her restraints as if she had somehow gotten stronger since being violently sodomized.

"PLEASE, YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T..." she screamed.

"SHUT UP." he said loudly, and she did, staring at him in terror, "I said I wasn't going to kill you, yes? But I'm also not some fool who's just going to assume you'll always play nice. Now, I'm going to unlock you, and you're going to clean up. When you are done, I have another toy for you to play with. Just remember this is all about sex, not violence, and you'll be just fine." he said, putting the cleaning supplies down.

Ramona's heart was still racing, but she rationalized that it was true. This WAS clearly about sex, and she'd likely know if he had other intentions when the time came. She nodded in agreement, and he carefully unlocked her, moving himself between her and the door when he was done, the shotgun resting over his arm. She cleaned herself out and off, and put her hands up to show both that she was done, and compliant.

"Very good." he said, gesturing for her to go to the next strange device in the room.

She only understood the lower half of the machine, which was a large vibrating black dildo on a saddle of sorts, with restraints meant to keep her parked on it. She lowered herself down, inserting the phallus, taking a few quick breaths as she did. But there was also an upper component that locked her neck inside of a sort of large bowl so she couldn't see anything but the ceiling.

"What... what is this?" she asked turning her head trying to figure it out.

"Oh dear, that is the punch bowl. My guests will want to get a good look at you and that pretty little face of yours."

"Ummm... okay." was the best she could come up with.

He departed for a little while, undoubtedly to meet his guests, who unbeknownst to her, were also prospective clients. She wrestled a little bit in her restraints, the feeling of the large intrusive dildo an unusual sensation as she wriggled her hips and arms to get loose, once again, to no avail.
<hr pg="2" />"Fuck, come on, there has to be something." she said quietly to herself.

He returned in less than a half an hour, with 7 other men, all equally dark skinned, but all of them thinner and varying degrees of shorter.

"Gentlemen, this is Ramona, she is a vision of loveliness, and a mother, so you know she's fertile. She is almost 30, which I know is a bit of a downer, but she more than makes up for it with her whorish enthusiasm. Please, enjoy." her captor said, turning on the machine beneath her, the large black dildo vibrating heavily and pumping up and down several inches. Ramona let out a startled squeak as it began, the sensation of raw pleasure being contrasted by her fear and embarrassment at being on display like this.

"Please, please, one of you, you have to help me, I didn't do anything to deserve this." she pleaded, trying to look each of them in the eyes.

Not a single one of them showed any empathy or interest in her words. One of the older black men spoke up with a deep baritone voice asking,

"She is not broken yet?"

"Not yet, my good sir. She is brand new, as of yesterday! Still plenty of fight, if that's your thing." her captor said, his white teeth pronounced against his dark pallor and dimness of the room.

"Please, why are you doing this to me!?" she cried, trying to ignore the pleasure mounting in her loins.

A different one of the black men spit in her face, shaking his head,

"She talks too much."

"Then we will talk elsewhere, but first, let us indulge ourselves, yes?" her captor declared, this time turning up the intensity of the machine beneath her.

She was flush once more, the sensation overpowering her, orgasm racing to catch her. She watched from her position beneath them as all the men produced their cocks, black as coal, long and thick. In spite of her distress, both physical and mental, she realized what this was now, as all the men started jerking themselves off as they watched her twist in uncomfortable pleasure. She couldn't keep her mouth closed, as she was gasping for breath, the sensation in her pussy now driving her wild. Her body wracked with orgasm once more, her knees doing their best to buckle together. It wasn't long before the group of men started ejaculating, one at first, then multiples, until it almost seemed they were cumming in unison. Fat splashes of semen hitting her face and hair, getting in her open eyes and mouth. She squeaked again, closing both, as more gushes of hot seed coated her all over as they drained their balls. The rubber seal around her neck keeping it pooled around her.

"Most enjoyable, as always. Please, let us retreat and go speak." her captor said as he squeezed the last of himself out, flicking it in her direction.

He turned the machine down low, the sensation still present, but a low whisper of it's former self, and he and his company departed, this time for several hours. Ramona sat astride the dildo, her pussy soaked, her ass sore, her face smothered in semen from 8 different men, as tears spilled lightly from her eyes. When she had finally regained her composure, the flood of dopamine finally flushed from her brain, she realized what was going on. She was being offered, or sold, to one of these men. Was that what he had meant when he said she'd be leaving in 30 days? That lying son of a bitch. Though it wasn't a lie, she supposed, he never specified as to where. As this line of thought progressed, she thrashed against the machine, accidentally stimulating herself slightly, but not caring, she needed to break free. She bucked, and tugged, but nothing worked. The most she accomplished was loosening the seal around her neck, causing semen to spill out down her breasts, back and shoulders. She had hoped for a fleeting moment to use it as a lubricant to slide her wrist free, but it never got that far.

By the time her captor returned, she was a mewling mess, her slender arms, legs and neck sore from her fruitless fight. He looked at the state of her, clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and knelt down in front of her, looking her in the face.

"Why do you fight it? You already know what's going to happen."

She spit in his face, any facade of freedom now entirely gone. He stood up, turned away, wiping his face on a clean towel he had nearby, and came back sporting his shotgun instead, which he jammed directly in her mouth. She locked eyes with him.

"Since you don't want to be civil, I'll do the talking. It seems you'll be leaving earlier than expected, so I'm sorry for making you think we'd have longer together." he tilted his head slightly as he spoke, making her wonder if he thought she would be upset by this, "But my associate was also quite taken by your graceful figure, your soft white skin, and fertile womb. Luck would have it, he's moving a shipment tonight, and you'll be added to the manifest."

Ramona tried to murmur something past the barrel, but nothing intelligible came out. He pulled the front of the gun out of her mouth, and gave her a quizzical look.

"Please, please don't sell me. I'll stay here with you. I'll suck your cock, you can fuck me as much as you want. I'll do anything you want. Cum in me, cum on me, I don't care, please just don't let them take me." she begged, her defiance a fleeting memory.

"Oh, sweet thing... normally I'd love to keep you around to play for as long as I could, but I don't mix business and pleasure, and the deal is done." he said, his expression like that of a parent to a child.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE! LET ME GO HOME AND SEE MY FAMILY! WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS ARE YOU!?" she screamed now, fighting her restraints again harder than ever.

"No worse than you and your kind have been, kitten." he said nonchalantly, jabbing her in the thigh with a tranquilizer that she didn't realize he had gotten along with his gun.

- A Pirate's Life For Me -

Ramona had vague memories after that, as it was a fairly strong drug he had given her. She didn't remember at all him cleaning her thoroughly, or being loaded in a rolled carpet in the back of a van and shipped to a dock yard. She did vaguely remember being walked with two men on either side of her as she was taken inside of a shipping container, a small crowd of white female faces peering at her in the dark, as she was chained up next to them. She lightly remembered when the ship came to port, how the container shook and jostled as they were loaded on a truck. She fully remembered being led off the truck at gun point, her and nearly two dozen other white girls, naked and chained together, their bare feet trudging across hot red dusty sand as they were put in pens. The most poignant memory, seeing that she had been sold to an African prince (or warlord, or both), and was to be part of his servant and breeding harem.

Days turned into weeks, where she realized no one was going to find her here. She labored her days around the expansive manse, cleaning, preparing food with the other girls, while stern black men with automatic weapons stood guard at all times. Each of them made to spread their legs and take their new master inside them, again and again, his massive African cock unloading jets of sperm into every fertile womb he had bought. The weeks turning into years, as she breastfed black babies, one on each side and each arm, already on her way to being impregnated again. This was her life now. It wasn't always horrible, but it was nothing like the life she had known, and it never would be again. She considered, in a hazy moment of self reflection back when she thought about things more deeply, that maybe this was some sort of karmic retribution for slavery. White women being forced to bear the children for generations lost to the worlds greatest tragedy. She had been bought and brought here, like groceries in the boot of a car, her family becoming a fading memory. There she would stay for the remainder of her days, birthing and raising black children along with her sister wives, eventually becoming a devoted matriarch who helped bring every new white slave to terms with their new life.

- Meanwhile, Elsewhere -

Kinsey had just left her first party as a college girl, giggling to herself as she checked her cell phone, drunkenly bumbling down the alley to where she parked her car. Brushing her dusty blonde hair out of her eyes, stopping to take her high heels off so help keep her balance, completely unaware of the heavy black man that had been watching her.

