TITLE    : The Midnight Zone
STORYID  : the-midnight-zone
SUMMARY  : A woke white teen gets her wish granted, with a dark twist.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-14
CATEGORY : adult-humor
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TAGS     : |bbc|bnwo|parody|domination|forced|white girl|black man|enslaved|black bred|cruel|


Let us consider one Christine Cooper, or Cici, as she preferred to be called. She was a product of the modern age. She was a democratic socialist, a BLM supporter, and even insisted people use "they/them" pronouns when referring to her (though in reality, this was more an exercise in control and not because she felt ambiguous in her gender). She was a staunch feminist, greatly opposed capitalism, and loathed the cis white patriarchy. That is to say, she was mentally challenged, without the benefit of physical impairment to explain why. But this is a story of how wishes come true, and how they may not always be what we want.

Cici had gone back to her room, pissed off at her father, which was true of almost every other day. He flat out refused to switch to a vegan diet, or at least make sure she had vegan options at dinner, and how dare he not see how he was killing both her AND the planet, she thought. She considered this typical of white men, refusing to even consider that she was making broad generalizations about ethnic groups, and was far more racist than her father had ever been in his life. So, she got on her iPhone, and took to Twitter to announce to her small group of followers that when she was finally able to live on her own, she was going to save the world from white men like her father.

When her general and near constant fury subsided for the moment, she was finally able to sleep. Resting in the warm bed and blankets her father had bought, safely ensconced in the walls of the home he had worked so hard for. As she lay, her brightly colored hair softly covering her many ear piercings, she fell into another reality, one similar to ours in some ways. A realm of sight and sound, of light and shadow, she had inadvertently taken a trip... to the Midnight Zone.

Cici stirred from her sleep, the first pangs of annoyance bringing her back to consciousness. She groped around for her iPhone, finding nothing. She pushed herself up, in an attempt to make a better search, and was shocked as long brown hair curtained around her peripheral vision. She sat back on her knees, reaching up and giving it tug... this was her hair alright, but it was long and feminine, not the shorter blue cut she had cultivated. The sleep finally starting to shake loose, she also realized she wasn't in her bed, or even her room. It had the same dimensions and window placement, but all her stuff was gone.

She climbed out of bed heading straight for the door, her bare feet cold and sore as they hit the flat, threadbare carpet on the floor.

"Mom...Dad!?" she yelled, the house both familiar and alien all at once. The niceties gone, replaced with the minimal items needed to make the place functional.

Her mom Janice came out of her own bedroom, dressed in the same unflattering flat pajamas Cici didn't realize she was wearing. Her slightly greying auburn hair bouncing over her shoulders, she had the last traces of a black eye fading, and wasn't wearing any of her jewelry anymore.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" she asked, motherly as always.

Cici had to take a moment to process seeing her mom like this, very confused.

"Mom, I... what's going on?" Cici cried out.

Her mom rushed over, hushing her, moving her away from her parents bedroom. Standing just outside Cici's room, her mom started,

"Sweetie, not so loud... if you're nervous about today, you don't want to wake your step father."

"Step father..? Where's dad?" Cici asked, her head spinning.

"Cici, are you feeling alright? You know the rules about parentage." her mom replied, concerned at her daughters strange behavior.

"The rules about..? Mom, what happened to all our stuff? Where's dad? And why would I be nervous about today... because it's my birthday?"

Her mom put a hand on her shoulder, and walked he back into her bedroom.

"Sweetie, I'm not sure what's come over you, or what "stuff" you mean, but your father... well, he was exiled years ago. You know that. You're 18 now, and there's a lot for you to deal with today, just please try and get your head together."

Cici could not process what was being said. Her dad was "exiled"? Turning 18 wasn't that big a deal, she had felt like an adult for the last year already, she was an activist and an advocate for marginalized communities, she already knew all about how hard life could be.

"JANICE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" a loud male voice shouted from down the hall.

Janice didn't hesitate for a second, turning and quickly walking down the hall towards her room. Cici had no idea who that was, but something was definitely wrong. She took a few steps down the hall trying to listen to whatever commotion was to follow. She could hear it all, despite being muffled slightly by the layers of drywall and wood between them.

"Do I have to remind you of your place?" the man said.

"No, master, I'm sorry." Janice replied.

"Good. Now suck my cock and then go make my breakfast." he said, angrily.

"Yes master."

"Oh, and today is the day I take your daughter. I did NOT forget. Do NOT let her leave until I see her."

"Yes m..." her mother started to say, but was abruptly cut off as unseen behind the wall, her mouth was being stuffed full of cock.

Cici had no illusion as to what was likely transpiring given the conversation, and ran back to her room, closing the door intended to lock it, but seeing there wasn't one on there anymore. She quickly went to her dresser, hoping to get dressed and get out of here quickly. Resting on top of it was an outfit that was sealed in a plastic bag, it had her name and birthday printed on the tag. She didn't know how things worked here, so she tore it open quickly, figuring it had everything she needed in it.

Inside, there was a short skirt, a pair of flip flops, and a tank top that had "I'm 18 Today USE ME HARD" written on the front and back. Cici noted that there was neither a bra or panties in the bag. She open her drawers, frantically digging through them, finding multiple copies of the same drab outfit inside, and sealed packs of brighter clothes packed next to them. Nothing like the pricey torn jeans, and pride flag shirt she had intended to wear today. She threw her pajamas off, switching into a light tan shirt and brown pants, firmly intending NOT to wear the tanktop. However, she didn't know where her shoes were, so she put the flip flops on, and quickly raced downstairs.

She saw a backpack, which she assumed was hers, and a pair of sneakers by the door. It was too late to change now, but she grabbed the bag and threw it over her shoulder.

"You think you can run from this?" Cici heard booming from the stairs.

Turning, she was an angry looking black man wearing nothing but a pair of maroon boxers shorts standing on the upper landing, looking down. Her mother was standing less than a foot away from him, her head down, trying to hide her face.

"You might stop me from being your first, but you will pay for it greatly when they return you to me." He said, sending chills down Cici's spine as to who "they" were, who would be returning her to him.

"Mom, you can't just allow this!" Cici shouted, terrified.

Her mother looked up slightly, her face a gooey mess of cum, sadness hiding behind the mask of it.

Cici turned and bolted out the door, running in flip flops difficult, but not impossible when you were panicked enough. It was a school day, so she ran straight to the bus stop hoping to bump into ANYONE she knew in the hopes of getting some answers. Lisa was already there and waiting, reading a book, and wearing the same style of brighter colored clothes Cici had seen in the sealed packs in her dresser.

"Lisa, oh thank god, you have to help me..."

Lisa looked up from her book, surprise quickly showing itself in her expression. She pushed her frizzy blonde hair back from the side of her face as she adjusted her glasses.

"Cici... what are you doing dressed like that? Today is your birthday! You'll get in trouble!" Lisa said, her white face somehow losing even more color.

"I don't understand, what's going on here!?" Cici cried, "What trouble!? What is happening!?"

Lisa looked around nervously, "Cici, you knew this was coming, we all get nervous the first time, but if you don't comply, they'll send you to the breeding pens."

Cici's heart jumped in her throat... the breeding pens didn't sound like a good place to go, but neither did the alternative. She felt like the whole world had gone crazy. Everywhere around her, the houses looked like cookie cutter copies, cheap, similarly colored, with no cars parked anywhere, and no driveways even if there had been. Which made the sound of the approaching vehicle all the more noticeable. Cici turned and looked at Lisa, who's look of surprise had been replaced by fear. Lisa shook her head, implying she would be of no help, so Cici decided to hide in some nearby bushes.

An electric sedan pulled up and parked near the bus stop, with two large black men in jeans and grey shirts who stepped out. Cici watched through the leaves as they approached Lisa, who kneeled and bowed to them.

"You, white girl. We were sent for your classmate, Christine Cooper, have you seen her?" the first man said.

"No, my masters." Lisa said, still looking down.

"Did she ever mention fleeing?" the second man commented.

"No, my masters." she repeated, "Has she denied her debt?"

"Shut up, snowflake, that's none of your business." man one said.

"She's on foot, she won't get far, I'll call it in." man two said, nodding toward Lisa, "We got time?"

Man one nodded, walking up to Lisa, "Get up."

She complied, and he walked her to the front of his car. Without having to be asked, Lisa pulled down her pink pants, stepped out of them, and bent over the hood. While his partner made the call, man one whipped his thick black cock out, and mounted her from behind. Cici watched in horror, hearing the gasps of pain turning into moans of pleasure as she watched him thrust into her again and again, hard wet slaps loud and clear. Man two walked back over and informed his partner,

"They're going to put out a drag net. They'll have her in an hour." he said, sitting on the hood, and pulling his own cock out. Lisa leaned in, putting his thick black dick in her mouth, bouncing and sucking, her frizzy blonde hair swinging back and forth as they double teamed her. After several minutes, both men had cum, one inside her pussy, the other down her throat. They pulled out, tucking themselves away, and got back in the car without a further word. Lisa swallowed, wiped her mouth, and got her pants back on, stepping aside as they drove away.

Cici was in total shock, having just witnessed the casual violation of her school mate by what she assumed must have been this worlds version of cops. She was about to call out and ask her what she should do, when a rundown bus, that had been converted to be electric, rumbled up. Lisa simply grabbed her backpack and got on board. She noticed their weren't as many people on the bus, but all of them were female. Cici didn't know what to do. She wanted to run, but they had cars. She wanted to go home, but her "step dad" would be waiting for her. She felt tears bursting forth from her eyes.

She wanted her big bed, her iPhone, she wanted her clothes back, she wanted her dad. Nothing was right here, she knew in her heart this wasn't where she came from, or belonged. She had been a champion of rights for people of color back home, she thought, why had she been punished like this? Maybe she could talk to them, tell them she was on their side, an ally. Cici was terrified, but decided that surrender was the best option. She hadn't committed any violent crime, how much trouble could she possibly be in? She climbed up and out, a cold fear in her heart, heading back home.

She was almost to her front yard, when multiple electric cars pulled up, half a dozen black officers pouring out, moving up on her quickly. She lay down on the ground and put her hands behind the back of her head.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, I'm just confused, please allow me to..." Cici started, suddenly feeling her arms being roughly jerked down, cuffs being slapped on her wrists.

"OW, please, I just..." she started again, before a large black knee was pressed down on her neck pinning her to the ground.

"Shut up, slave cunt." one of the nameless men said.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I'M AN ALLY!" she shouted, as she started to cry.

This was met with the drive stun of a taser in the small of her back, which was enough to make her pass out.

When Cici came to, she had been locked in a pillory that had been assembled in the middle of her street, the base weighted heavily with detachable blocks. In addition to her neck and wrists, she realized her ankles were also tied down with straps that kept her legs splayed apart. To further her humiliation and degradation, she had also been stripped completely nude. Surrounding her, were a small crowd of white faces, mostly female, a few men standing in spots, their faces tired and downtrodden. Keeping them at a reasonable distance were the same black officers that had taken her captive, keeping the crowd under control. The man who was supposed to be her step father stood smiling next to her mother on the edge of the crowd.

"You have been directed out of your homes to witness the punishment for those who feel they should not be held accountable for the past of their people." a strange black man wearing a white uniform announced. "Ms. Christine Cooper, on this, the day of her 18th birthday, did not willingly submit her body as reparations as defined by law. She, in wanton defiance, disobeyed the commands of her house father, who by right of dominant marriage, has privileged access to the bodies of all of age females under his charge."

Cici looked around her, panicked, wondering why no one was doing anything to stop this.

"I'm not from here, I didn't do anything to anyone!" she cried desperately.

No one in the crowd spoke, with the exception of the uniformed man,

"Ms. Cooper, you openly admit that you feel you don't owe the black community for your people's role in slavery, a full reparations." the man circled shortly, waiting for any objections. "Mr. Ombagwe, as owner of both the youth, and her mother, I will leave the rendering of judgement to you,"

Cici's "step father" Mr. Ombagwe stepped forward, her mother in ashamed lock step behind him, he glared angrily at Cici as he approached,

"I have no use for defiant white trash. I will claim my right to her body, and offer in brotherhood, the use of her and her mother by all officers in attendance. You may then take them to the breeding pens, I will secure the rights to another family later."

"MOM! MOM, YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!" Cici cried out, as Mr. Ombagwe worked his way behind her.

Her mother just looked at her with shame in her eyes, saying,

"It's about equity, sweetheart.

Cici felt the massive black cock head pressing against her from behind, the soft folds of her vulva being pushed apart, pressure mounting as entered her. The mass of his cock driving her cervix wide, she felt every inch of him grinding forward, only stopping as he hit her uterus. She shuddered at the pleasure and the pain, as he leaned and whispered,

"This is for my ancestors."

He hammered her hard, his fat black cock dominating her supple white pussy. Cici was distraught and ashamed, but unable to deny the pleasure he brought. Her pussy turning hot and wet at his intrusion, working her without mercy, fueled entirely by raw hatred. Cici was forced to watch as the officers took her mother right in front of her. Stripping her naked, and stuffing multiple dicks in her mouth at once, the men laughing as they fought for space. The first man was mounting her mother when Cici reached climax. Her face flush, her mouth a furnace spitting out hot breath, she came hard on the dick of the man who owned her family. She felt him pulsing fat jets of cum deep inside her, hating how good all of it had been. But he wasn't done.

Slipping out, he immediately stuffed himself up her tight virgin ass, crushing his enormity up to his balls inside her. She cried out, barely registering her mother in front of her, being violently gangbanged by the men who were just waiting for their turn with her. So it went on, Cici taking dick after dick, load after load, the inside of her thighs a waterfall of semen that ran down to her feet. Her mother being taken in every opening, double and triple penetrated, the mood jovial, like men playing sports. Cici was thankful the men never fucked her mouth, though they did cum on her face several times. She assumed they were afraid she might bite, given her "defiant" status.

The savagery went on for nearly two hours, both her and her mother left quivering, badly abused, messes. Cici had never had so many orgasms in her life, to the point where they started to hurt her muscles, her abused parts chafed and sore. She hated herself in that moment, unable to comprehend the hell she believed herself to be in, but daring to think maybe she deserved it. Her mind was broken. She stared off into nothing as they removed the weights and took her still restrained and nude to a transport truck, her mother now cuffed too, trailing along. The truck would be heading to the breeding pens, the ultimate punishment for those who didn't believe in racial equity. As the electric motor purred to life, Cici closed her eyes, and let herself slip away into the peace of unconsciousness.

She opened her eyes, her face buried deep in her pillow, lifting it and smelling the familiar scent of home. She pushed up, seeing her iPhone on the side table of her bed, the soft vibration of a notification buzzing briefly. She sat up at a start, looking around, seeing all her things, the flags, the posters, her laptop, her toys, the relief in her chest beyond words. She jumped out of bed, and sprinted across her plush purple carpet, opening her door. Downstairs she could smell breakfast cooking, even the bacon smelled good. The mild chatter of her parents talking was like music to her ears. She descended quickly, practically running now, embracing her mom and dad, overwhelmed with love, and relief, at being home again. She closed her eyes, wishing this hug never had to end, it was the deep peace at the center of her whole universe.

Meanwhile, back in reality, Cici lay on her back, her eyes glazed over staring into nothing. Her legs in shackled stirrups, her waist, arms and neck locked down. Dozens, and eventually hundreds of black men violating her, impregnating her repeatedly for years. Mass showers cleaning the hundreds of white women imprisoned with her after each days labors. She had finally made her way to a word of equity, not equality. Where thousands of exiled and enslaved white men labored in mills and mines, providing clean energy for black society. The spoils of their backbreaking work shared equally among their masters, a true socialist paradise.

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.

