TITLE    : The Midnight Zone Pt. 02
STORYID  : the-midnight-zone-pt-02
SUMMARY  : A young white man slips and falls into his own nightmare.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-27
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|gangbang|cheating|white woman|black man|fetish|parody|group sex|cruelty|


Consider if you will, one Patrick Coleman; a troubled youth, still, even at the age of 24. He's a self described militia member for an organization that has only met twice in, despite their monthly schedule, a year and half, and describes himself as a true patriot, despite his deep hatred and distrust for people of color, most of all, "the blacks". Patrick sees race everywhere he goes, it paints his world a litany of colors, when all he'd prefer to see, is pure white.

"Ginny, I don't fucking care okay? Just pick a time this weekend and we'll go." Patrick said to his girlfriend of two years, a somewhat trashy, but still very fuckable and fat tittied, brunette.

"I'm glad it means sooooo much to you, Patrick. Why do I even bother?" Ginny said, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"You shouldn't, your fucking brother is a fucking dem' lunatic and a god damned nigger lover, you think I want to spend time around that?" Patrick said angrily, clearly unaware of the darling impression he left on people, and not understanding the irony.

"I know how you feeeeel, Patrick, everyone in the fucking apartment complex knows how you feeeeel, Patrick. It's just my fucking family, I'd still like to see them from time to time." Ginny said, turning and storming into the bedroom.

"Whatever the fuck, I'm going out with the boys, we'll talk later." Patrick said, not actually having any boys per se, simply intending to go get drunk at the pisswater bar he frequented for another reason.

Ginny kept to herself, a choice she should have made two years ago, and Patrick headed out to his truck, starting it with a rumbling growl, and heading down to the place colloquially referred to as "Diks". The sign had originally read the even less inspired "Drinks" but the R and N had burned out, much like it's purveyors, and no one had ever bothered to fix it. Patrick did not come here for the cheap beer, though he certainly availed himself to enough of it, no, young Patrick came here because he was secretly in love with Carmella, the punk young lass who tended the bar. He would, if the opportunity arose, cheat on Ginny in a heartbeat for Carmella, in spite of her spic name, which he had hoped to do on every occasion he found himself there, which was becoming increasingly frequent.

"Hey Caramello." he said, laying his uninspired cutesy name on her as he walked in.

"Oh hey Pat, back for the usual?" she said, absent mindedly wiping down a bar glass, two crustier gentlemen rotting in the corner.

"If you mean your bea-utiful face, you better believe it." he said, laying the redneck charm down good and thick.

"Lookins' free, the beer'll cost you though, and this ain't a place to just sit." she said, already wise to his usual game.

"Then I'll take the usual, minus the sass." he said, somewhat good naturedly, but thinking if he ever locked her down, he would need to get her to lose the lip, women's place was being respectful to their men.

Like so many days in recent hazy memory, Patrick drank the night away, cheering like a goon for the local sports team on the small and very outdated television, and pounding cheap beer like a teenage girl with daddy issues at her first frat party. At some point, the booze did what it does best, robbing Patrick of his already bad judgement, leaving him with something worse. That something worse was a sun baked bar fly by the name of Patty, who was in her late fifties, and was never shy of looking for a good time. The two of them hit if off when she asked to share his pitcher, and the little man downstairs decided that was a good idea. The two of them ended up making out furiously, the taste of cigarettes and Fixodent, riding across his tongue as he probed her throat, but this was hardly enough, and the pair slipped off to the bathroom for a quick round of hide the pickle.

"Hey... I don't got no condoms... I hope thatsa'right." Patrick shot out drunkenly, as Patty hoisted her dress up and her bloomers down.

"No worries Tiger, ain't nothing work in there no more anyhow." she said, an expert lover and master of the English language.

As Patrick unsheathed and wielded his pork sword, he found that he was sadly, or not, unable to rise to the occasion. While this is often referred to as "whisky dick", he had never experienced it himself, and the fury of not being able to operate his furious fiver was pushing him over the edge.

"What's goin' on back there? Just stick it in already." Patty said, ever the charmer.

"Shut up, I'm workin' on it." Patrick replied, tugging and jerking himself to very little effect.

"Hol' on, hol' on, I'll help you with it." Patty said, turning around and meaning to drop to her bony knees in a seductive play to help him rise to the occasion.

Instead, Patty slipped in the piss that was slicking the floor around the urinal, and headbutted Patrick directly in the balls, which, in an equally comedic turn, made him double over forward, and bang his head on the metal pipe junction holding the urinal up, knocking him both down and out.

And with that, Patrick had inadvertently stepped out of his own reality, and into a new one. A realm of sight and sound, of light and shadow, he had inadvertently taken a trip... to the Midnight Zone.

Patrick slowly opened his eyes, his well worn baseball cap still parked on his head, the vestiges of a hangover still knocking from behind his eyes. He looked around, unsure of where he had ended up, but found himself happily at home, the cheap floral wallpaper a dead give away. He worked himself up slowly, bracing himself on the homemade nightstand, knocking his smokes away as he sat fully up.

"Ginny..?" he said, bracing himself for the head pounding aftershock, "Ginny, can you get me the Tylenol?" he continued, hoping not to have to move.

No response came from the rest of the unit, just the faint sound of something coming from the living room. Patrick grimaced, not wanting to get up, but Ginny was either ignoring him, like a bitch, or out somewhere without telling him, like a bitch. He stumbled up, dragging the sheet off as he made for the door, the sound from down the hall getting a little louder as he approached the closed portal to his bedroom.

"Ginny, that you?" he said, slowly creaking the door open, and looking down the poorly lit mini hallway to the living room.

The sound felt unmistakable now, but he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't come out and seen it with his own eyes. Walking into the living room, he was greeted with the sight of Ginny's soft white ass bent over the couch, her large breasts swinging underneath her, and her toes digging into the rug as a negro pounded her casually from behind as he watched television.

"Ginny, what the fuck is this?" he shouted, stunned by what he was seeing.

She turned her head to him the slight look of pain and pleasure contorting her face, and said "Oh hey Pat." before turning back, almost careless at his presence.

"Get the fuck off her you nigger!" he shouted, not making a move.

The black man, who's name isn't important to the story, simply turned his head, gave him a disgusted look, and turned back, continuing to plow his girlfriend's pussy from behind, not a condom to be found anywhere in sight.

"Ginny!" he shouted, his face starting to get flush with anger.

"Not now Patrick, you see I'm busy, make your own damn breakfast." she said, flipping him off.

Patrick had more than he could take of this absurdity, no girlfriend of his was going to cheat on him, least of all with some slack jawed nigger who was going to disrespect him in his own living space. He stormed back to his bedroom, firmly intent on getting his gun from under the bed, flipping the bed skirt up and finding... a large pink dildo. He angrily pushed it aside, sweeping around looking for his firearm, and found nothing but used tissues and crumbs. Brashly opening his night table for his handgun, he was greeted by an entire drawer full of pink dildos.

"What in the fuck is going on here!?" he shouted, more flustered than ever.

Patrick decided there was more than one way to skin a coon, and stormed past the two, still locked in sexual congress, right into the kitchen to grab a knife. Pulling the largest from the butchers block by the microwave, he turned, well intent on stabbing this supposed intruder from behind. His timing was either very poor, or impeccable, as the strange black man was shuddering in orgasm, a healthy black nut busted directly inside Ginny's eager body. Patrick raised the knife to strike, but was suddenly struck from the side, a clear sucker punch, knocking him down and driving the knife from his hand in the confusion. He turned to look up, more confused than ever, as a second black man was standing there, picking up the knife that he had just dropped.

"Hey, thanks for that playa." the first man said, still parking his thick black cock inside Ginny.

"No problem, bro. Mind if I take a turn?" the second black man with the knife said.

"Not at all, I just finished up." replied the first, pulling out, and tucking his substantial manhood away before taking the knife from the other man.

At this point, almost careless of his presence once more, the second man stepped forward, undid his pants, and mounted Ginny with absolutely zero objection from her.

"What... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Patrick shouted, rubbing his sore jaw as yet another negro fucked his girlfriend right in front of him.

"Patrick... you should really go... it's going to be a while..." Ginny huffed out, her face flush with sweat, African semen oozing down her thigh, with a monstrous black cock pounding her wet white pussy.

"I... this is..." Patrick started, before noticing something he hadn't before.

In the living room, just past Ginny, was a line of black men all waiting to take their turn, so many in fact, it was trailing out the front door slightly. All of the men either fooling around on their cell phones, or chatting with one another casually. Patrick was beyond confused, bordering on panic, as he scrambled to his feet and rushed past the line of dark skinned men out into the grass outside their unit. He looked back, his heart racing, and turned to his truck which he climbed inside quickly and sped off, looking to be anywhere but here. Unfortunately for Patrick, this nightmare didn't end at his front door.

Everywhere he looked, there it was. In cars around him, black men were driving, white women in the seats next to them, leaning down and sucking their cocks. Two white women at the bus stop casually bent over and getting fucked by a pair of negroes. Driving past the local high school and seeing the entire senior cheerleader squad out on the field, dozens of black men violating them in an orgy of sexual positions and squirting fluids.

"This ain't real... IT AIN'T REAL." he shouted, the world literally driving him mad with the view from every venue.

Patrick drove to the one place he felt any semblance of comfort subconsciously, and that was the bar, good ol "Dik" waiting for him as always. He pulled into the lot and climbed out of his car, storming toward the building, holding his hand in front of his eyes to block the image of the white girl on her knees sucking off yet another black guy next to a car in the lot.

"This is unfuckin' believable. When the hell did this many black guys show up here anyway?" he said, bursting through the door into the dismal dimness of his favorite watering hole.

Carmella was standing behind the bar cutting sections of lemon and lime and disinterestedly tossing them into an iced bin which would eventually sit in the fridge for far too long. Her pierced septum, and many tattoos a welcome sight for poor Patrick, who was just about at his wits end.

"Carmella, thank fuckin' god, the only normal person in this whole damn town anymore." he said, moving right up to the bar. "What the hell has come over everyone?

Carmella looked at him with a touch of confusion and the taint of annoyance that she normally felt when dealing with him, "What are you talking about?" she said.

"Have you not been outside? It's like a fuckin' epidemic of negroes everywhere." he said, waving his arm to the door.

Carmella was immediately embarrassed beyond belief by his obnoxious outburst, hunkering down slightly as if she could duck the words somehow, "Woah, keep that shit down, would you? I don't know what has you all... I dunno, fucked in the head, but sit down for a sec and shut up."

Patrick realized he had spoken a bit out of turn in his anger, knowing that sort of talk was only okay at home, or when he was talking to people who knew him better, and Carmella certainly wasn't one of those people despite how long he had spent parked in front of her on a stool. So, he swung around and plunked himself down on one, swiveling to face the bar, putting his head in his hands.

"Alright, listen, obviously something ain't right with you, or me, cause I'm going to talk to you about it." she said, moving the sliced sections of fruit aside, "But first, I have to deal with these customers, okay? Just stay here and chill the fuck out." she said, touching his arm lightly before walking away to do her job.

"Thanks Carmella, I don't think I..." he started as he watched her walk away before approaching a booth where three black men were sitting.

"What can I get you fellas?" she said, whipping out her notepad.

"Well, my friend and I would both like the lunch special, and my associate here would just like a glass of water." the first black man said, handing the menu back to her.

"Sounds good, anything else?" she said, dropping her pad into her apron.

"Yeah actually, I haven't had my dick sucked in over half an hour." he said, standing up and pulling his fat black dick out of his pants.

"Of course, sir." Carmella said, dropping to her knees and immediately taking him into her mouth, sucking hard with deep satisfied noises escaping her.

"You know what, that looks good, I'll have that too." one of the others said, the two other black men standing and pulling out their cocks thrusting them in Carmella's face.

One of them leaned down, pulling the apron collar over her head to get it out of the way, and then simply grabbed her t-shirt and ripped it open, exposing her large white breasts with piercings topping both her nipples. The men shared a good laugh as they grabbed the back of her head, jamming all three of the heads of their cocks into her mouth, Carmella struggling to take them all in as her tongue worked around the mass of blackness fighting for space.

"SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Patrick shouted again, still unable to comprehend what was going on around him.

"You know what, I'll just take some pussy instead." one of the black men gangbanging Carmella's face said, before moving behind her and hoisting her up by her hips.

He wasted no time, yanking her jeans and panties down, stuffing himself inside her from behind to the sound of a pleased yelp that barely escaped her lips, which were still packed with negro cock. His thrusts were hard and deep, Carmella taking all of it with absolutely no objection whatsoever, which was what pushed Patrick into feeling literally sick at the sight of it all.

"Oh fuck..." he muttered, bile rising in his throat.

Patrick stumbled from his stool, dashing straight to the men's room, and falling on his knees coughing out a small, yet surprisingly acidic, puddle of last nights beer and stomach acid. He turned sitting on his ass, his back against the front of the toilet in the stall, and muttered,

"This ain't real. Can't be. Issa dream. Gotta be."

Even this particular low moment got lower, as he was no longer in the throws of regurgitation and could actually hear the ambience of the men's room at "Diks", which was set to the fast and furious sound of wet slaps. He turned his head, seeing two pairs of legs from under the stall door standing by the urinal, the worn out heels belonging to Patty, and a man behind her, who Patrick could only assume, and rightly, was black.

"Oh fuck, holy fuck, shove it all in me." Patty shouted, her sexcapades going very well today.

For his part, the man didn't respond, he simply continued pounding Patty from behind savagely, his thick black dick making her orgasm for real, instead of the usual grand performance she put on for her various white lovers. Patrick just sat there numb, listening to Patty's screams of orgasmic pleasure as her new companion unloaded completely raw inside of her before heading to the sink, washing his dick and hands, toweling off, and heading out to the bar proper.

"Hoo... hoo boy that was more than fine." she said, pulling her panties back up.

"Patty." Patrick said, defeated on the bathroom floor.

"What? Who'zair?" she said, turning and looking around.

Patrick stood up and opened the stall door looking at her with dull, sad eyes. "Patty... do you remember me from last night?"

"Oh, hey there kid." she said, relaxing and fishing a smoke out of her purse. "Yeah, a'course I do, you're here most nights anymore."

"No, not that. Did you and I have sex last night?" he said, only hoping for information, but genuinely not pleased at having to ask her at all.

"Sex? Haha, are you nuts? Why would I do a thing like that?" she said, puffing her cigarette.

"You don't... wait, why wouldn't you do a thing like that? You're a fucking grade-A slut, you fuck anybody willing to give you the time of day." he said, feeling a bit incredulous that a woman locally referred to as "double meat" Patty would imply that he was beneath her.

"Hey, watch your mouth kid, or you're likely to get slapped. I ain't no more a'slut than any of the other ladies out there giving themselves up to any black dick that comes along, so don't be acting all judgemental." she said, hocking a wad of spit into the urinal.

"No, see, that's what I don't get... when did all these fucking niggers show up, and why the hell is every white woman in town letting them fuck them like a bunch of pigs?" he said, trying to get back to the heart of the matter.

Patty, who didn't look like she could be surprised by anything in life anymore, went wide eyed at his casual use of the "N" word, "Boy, don't you ever say that word about your betters."

"What the hell do you mean betters?" he said, still not getting any answers, "Why the fuck do you, and every other woman I've seen today, seem to just give it up to these n... black folk?"

"I don't understand what you're getting at, kid. White pussy belongs to black men, that's just how it is." Patty replied, having no real or better answer for him than that.

"So, you wouldn't fuck me even if I asked?" he said, still incredulous.

"Nope, sorry kiddo, black only." she said, lighting up a new smoke off the embers of the last one, "But, I suppose if you want to jerk off while you watch me get fucked by another black man, I suppose that'd be alright." she finished, new world Patty being just as classy as the old one.

"I've got to get out of here." Patrick said, walking with a new, and more solid, resignation in his chest.

As he exited the bathroom, he was greeted by the sight of a surge of black men, pumping and thrusting their black cocks into every opening of a now very nude Carmella, who's toes were curling in the twelfth consecutive orgasm in a row. Patrick paused for just moment, looking at what he could see of her face as it was stuffed full of black cock, shook his head, and headed out to his truck. The same white woman from before was still out there, now bent over the back seat with the door open, a line of three black men standing behind a fourth who was hammering her ass aggressively, eliciting the screaming sounds of pained pleasure as he climbed into his vehicle and shut the door. He considered leaving town, but there wasn't anywhere to go, least of all in this damned world. So, feeling hopeless and lost, he drove home, not surprised to see the line still queued out his front door.
<hr pg="2" />"Hey Ginny." he said, walking past as she was laid out on her back getting fucked in both the ass and throat at the same time, her feet in the air, her large breasts bouncing as the two black men thrust into her furious enthusiasm.

She had acknowledged him, but it only came out as a light grunt, her esophagus currently packed full of big black cock. Patrick went back to his room, and climbed into bed, covering himself with his blanket, pulling it tight around his face in an effort to drown out the sounds of his supposed girlfriend climaxing on the dicks of yet another group of black strangers. He closed his eyes, and spoke to himself and the universe, having no one else to turn to.

"This is my fault, I know it. I been... I been a bad person. I hated on a lot of folk, and now it's like a bad dream come to life. I ain't really ever think about heaven or hell or nothin', but if hell exists, I'm pretty sure I'm here right now... So I just want to say I'm sorry. I really am." the words coming out with a sigh. "I done fucked up, and I guess I belong here." he said the words filling him with tears for the first time in his adult life. He sobbed hard, the noise finally covering up the sounds of his girlfriend Ginny being hammered in her every white opening by dicks as dark as midnight, her body a veritable playground for billions of black sperm cells, and with that, he closed his eyes and slept.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a vision of pure whiteness, the air cool... and slightly damp? He pushed himself up, his face having been directly against the slick white porcelain of the urinal, a dew of toilet water clinging to his meager beard.

"Patty?" he said, trying to regain his composure, but Patty had decided to skedaddle the moment he fell unconscious, not wanting to have to potentially deal with any cops, not while she was carrying anyhow.

He got back to his feet like a baby deer, and made his way to the mirror, wiping his face down with a paper towel, and spitting in the sink. Filled with trepidation, he slowly opened the bathroom door, and stepped out into the bar, the dim lights and soft music welcoming him back. He took a few tentative steps forward, seeing no one in the bar except the usual crust balls, and Carmella who was putting glasses back on the rack.

"Holy shit... is this... are you..?" he wondered out loud, moving toward her.

"Am I what?" she said, cocking him a look of mild annoyance, "Pat, you sound drunk as hell, do you need me to call someone to drive you home?"

"What... no, I just... I have to go." he said, not feeling drunk at all.

He sprinted out to his truck, neglecting to resolve his tab, which would be a problem for later, and drove home as fast as possible. Happily seeing that his front door wasn't ajar with a line of black men trailing out of it, he opened it, and rushed inside finding Ginny packing a bag.

"Ginny, I'm so glad you're here and not..." he started, deciding mid way not to mention the whole part about her fucking dozens of black men.

"Don't Patrick, I can't do this no more, I'm going home to see my family and I'm staying there." she said, lugging her bag toward the door.

"I..." but he stopped, knowing that he needed to let her go, he hadn't been the best boyfriend or even a decent man, "I understand, Ginny. I'm sorry, I hope things turn out for you, okay?"

She was surprised by this, but not going to take any guilt bait, marching out the door and catching a ride from a car he wasn't familiar with that had pulled up to get her. In truth, it was her black male friend Lorenz from the grocery store, who had every intention of making a move on her tonight, a play I might add, that would be very successful. Patrick nodded solemnly to himself, knowing he had done the right thing for once, and went and straightened the place up for a bit before climbing into bed for the night, thankful just to be back in his own world. He decided the next morning to make a short round of apologies, and to finally make the move he had been holding back on for so long. So, once again heading to "Dik", he stepped inside, smiling as he saw Carmella getting things ready for the day.

"Sorry Pat, we ain't open yet. Though if you're here to settle up, that'd be fine." she said.

"Carmella, I'm actually here to see you. I'm really sorry, I have been a real ass for a long time, and I wanted to apologize." he said, really meaning it, "I've been in the wrong head space for, damn, I don't even know how long, but it's time I got myself right."

"Well, that's good on you, Patrick." she said, nodding in genuine approval, "I'm glad you figured yourself out."

"Thanks... look, I know it's probably too soon, but I've been coming in here for weeks, more than anything, just to see you. Is there any chance you'd like to go out with me sometime?" he said, taking a shot.

"Oh, Patrick... I'm sorry but I'm already dating somebody else." she said, hoping to let him down easy.

"A'course, a'course, I shouldn't have expected someone as pretty as you not to have a fella." he said, hurt, but understanding.

"Everything alright, baby?" he heard a man say from the side of the bar.

"Oh yeah, everything's all good. You heading out?" Carmella said, heading toward the man.

"Yup, I'll see you tonight sugar." said the man, stepping out of the dingy darkness, showing himself to be an older black man, nearly three times her age.

"Sounds good." Carmella said with a tinge of arousal, slipping around the bar and embracing him, their mouths locking in a long and passionate kiss.

The black man swaggered his way past Patrick, giving him a territorial sort of look, and a nod, before heading out the door. He clearly didn't know her well enough, in spite of all his time there, that she had been black only for several years now, but kept it on the low to garner more tips. Patrick stood looking at Carmella, then the door, then Carmella again, and sighed. This new life was going to take some getting used to.

So ends this tale from the Midnight Zone, a place of unimaginable horrors, where comeuppance is doled out by the metric ton. Where the hateful wishes of the twisted and idiotic are made manifest, their own cruelty acted out upon them. Is this just? Is it fair? Does it matter? It's just another day...

In the Midnight Zone.

