The New Owners

The New Owners

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to individuals living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not endorse any ideas presented in this story, it is merely intended for adult entertainment purposes and not to promote any particular point of view.

Part 1: Welcome to the neighborhood

“Honey, it looks like someone is finally moving in next door,” I said, peeking out the south window of the family room. “It looks like a black family.”

Little did I know what that moment would lead to, and therefore what our family would become. A little background: I was a junior executive at a nearby manufacturing plant, just getting into my 40s. My wife was around the same age as I, and we had two daughters. Our older daughter Jessica, an athletic blonde, was seventeen years old, a junior in high school, a cheerleader and an honor student. Our younger daughter Cassandra was fifteen and a freshman, brunette and a bit of a rebel, and had a sharp mind. We lived in a nice brick two story house, not too old, in a solidly middle class neighborhood. When we moved in, next door was a family of what would charitably be called white trash. We were glad (at the time), to see the family next door move out.

Then the Sanders moved in next door. Alex Sanders owned a local chain of fitness centers, and he sure looked the part, although his wife Monique was a bit heavyset and sedentary, with huge tits and a big round ass. I even worked out at one of his fitness centers regularly, being a fitness buff myself. I was proud of the fact that even though I was middle aged, I had kept and even improved on the muscle of my youth. My wife worked out with me quite often, and was quite strong herself. Despite that, she had been unable to keep off the pounds and so had plenty of curves. That’s ok, I loved the softness of her and her big chest, and she enjoyed my strength and the fact that I was quite endowed myself. Our daughters did not inherit her problem with weight. Both were naturally athletic in build and well endowed. I wish they were ugly as sin, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up as we did

Alex had invited me and my wife Mary over for a cookout, and got to know us. He introduced us to his sons Deion and Orencio. Deion played football as a sophomore for State, and Orencio was a senior in high school, where he also played football and was taking Advanced Placement classes. We hit it off with Alex right away, and I couldn’t help noticing an occasional admiring glance he would take of Mary. Monique seemed to notice, and I was puzzled by her reaction: she actually had a sly smile as she noticed Alex checking out my wife. As for me she looked me over herself, but there was something of a superior attitude in her look. I couldn’t figure that out either, but it wouldn’t be long before I came to know what that meant.

Things went along well for a few months, and we popped over to the Sanders house a few times. Then one day the second shoe fell.

Cassandra turned sixteen, and we had a “Sweet Sixteen” party. Cassandra had all her friends over. Of course, the Sanders were also invited. It was a warm, sunny day for late September, so we had a cookout and pool party. Although it was crowded and busy, it seems that Orencio got a lot of time with Cassie to himself. As the party ended, and everyone said their goodbyes, Cassie held Orencio’s hands and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. My daughter was going black.

They soon became dating, and despite my open-mindedness I had misgivings about it. Orencio was arrogant and acted as if he owned my daughter from the start. She being a little rebel, she got a kick out of my coolness toward him. Well, Orencio was a lot like his father, more than I even knew. Then one day I caught them together in her room. He was sitting in her chair and she was kneeling on the floor in front of him, naked from the waist up and her back to me. His left hand had a strong grip on her shoulder, her bra still in his hand and draped down her naked back. He had a handful of her hair in his right fist and was forcing her head up and down on his huge cock, saying “Yeah, baby. You’ve learned really quick how I like it. Swallow it now, here’s a big load of my jis for your slutty white ho mouth.”

I stood in shock at the partially open door for a moment, before I shouted, “What the hell is going on here! Get out of my house and away from my daughter!”

My daughter got up in shock and spun around, seeing me. She turned red and ran to her bed to put on her blouse. Orencio just smiled his arrogant smile, and said “I’ll be back, baby.” He strode to the door and brushed by me, and walked right out of the house.

“Are you okay?” I asked Cassie. She looked at me in anger, saying “Why did you do that, daddy? He’s my boyfriend and I love him.”

Mary walked up and asked me what was going on. I told her and she took me aside and said she would talk with Cassie, and not to worry. She thought I had over-reacted. I was glad she didn’t notice the partial hard-on I had gotten from seeing my daughter used like a whore.

Well, a week went by and no Orencio. Then I got my next shock. Call it the Third Shoe dropping. Only this one was a big boot.

I had to work late again on a Thursday. It had been happening a lot lately. I got home and it was already dark. I got to the door and thought I heard strange noises from the master bedroom upstairs, like an occasional crack, like from a whip. I quietly opened the door and went in. No one was downstairs. I snuck up the stairs, and got to the top. Much to my surprise, Monique was there, standing in the hallway! She was wearing a black evening gown, with a diamond necklace, long black gloves, and high heels. “Monique, hi, where’s Mary? You two going to the prom?”

Monique gave me her condescending smile and said, “Paul, come with me downstairs. There’s something I have to tell you.” She then firmly gripped my shoulders and guided me back down the stairs to the living room. “You’d better sit down for this,” she said. She firmly but gently pushed me down on the couch and said, “Sit still, I’ll be right back.” She placed her purse on the table directly in front of me.

Monique then went into the kitchen like she owned the place, pulled out two short glasses and poured us each a Brandy. She then came back and handed me the Brandy. She remained standing across the glass coffee table from me, her feet firmly spread and one fist planted in her waist. She took a sip of the Brandy and pointed to me with the hand holding the glass, and said in a commanding voice, “Drink your Brandy, and I will let you know what is going on and what is going to happen.”

I drank the Brandy quickly and noticed that my hand was trembling. My mind was reeling. What was she talking about, about what was going to happen?

“Paul, you love Mary, don’t you?” She asked. “Of course!” I responded.

“If you really love her, you would do anything to protect her, wouldn’t you?”

“She is the love of my life!” I said, emphatically and with real conviction.

“Good. Then I need you to promise something. I need you to promise, for Mary’s sake, that when we go back upstairs, that you not do anything foolish, that you do as you are told. Do you understand?” As Monique said this, she leaned in close to me. She also lifted my chin with her right hand and looked directly in my eyes. She then took a quick look down, smiled her superior smile and looked me right in the eyes again. She obviously did not miss the hard-on.

“I promise,” I said, lowering my eyes.

“Stand up,” she ordered. “Look me straight in the eyes.” I did as I was told. She held my gaze for a while, assessing me in some way I could not gather.

“Walk to the left side of the couch. Turn around. Put your hands to your sides,” she commanded next.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked, a bit of anger in my voice.

“Remember your promise, Paul,” she said. “What I’m about to do is not only for your safety, but hers as well.” Once again, I did as I was told. Behind me I heard her unzip her purse. Then Monique locked each wrist in a felt lined leather cuff. She solidly took each wrist and put them behind me, and finally linked them together with a metal fastener, that made a loud snap.

“Now walk forward, and go up the stairs. I will be right behind you.” She then gripped my left arm from behind and walked me up the stairs.

We got to the upstairs hallway. Both of the girl’s bedroom doors were wide open, and dark. Monique turned me to face our bedroom door, which was closed. Monique leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Remember your promise. If you fail, Mary’s life as she knows it will be forfeit. She would never forgive you.” Monique then unzipped her purse again. I heard the unbuckling of the collar before she put it on. After she buckled it, she snapped a leash to the ring on the back. And to prevent any further questions, she opened my mouth and inserted a red rubber ball gag. She then opened the bedroom door.

Part 2: Our enslavement begins

       When the bedroom door opened, I got the shock of my life. There was my Mary, with her back to me and her arms stretched way up, hanging by her shackled wrists from a chain hanging from an eyebolt in one of the wooden beams in the ceiling of the master bedroom. Her legs were spread apart, tied to either end of a wooden rod that was also fastened to the floor but free to spin. Red marks crisscrossed her back, ass and thighs, and what looked like twin black vibrators were shoved up her asshole and cunt, fastened firmly by two sets of chains to a chain around her waist. Alex stood next to her, a bullwhip in his hand. He was dressed in a black formal suit, with black leather gloves and a white handkerchief neatly in his front suit pocket. He sported a confident grin as he looked at me, and then I followed his gaze. On our bed Jessica lay, her arms tied by thick silk ropes to the corners of the bed and her legs tied at the knees to the same ropes the arms were tied to. She was completely naked, except for a collar, a leash extending from it and tied to the headboard behind her.  She was also gagged. Deion was leaning over the bed, writing something on her with a black marker. I could not see the whole word, because of her legs in the air, and also Cassandra was in the way. My beloved Cassie was kneeling forward on the bed, in a short tight skirt with g-string panties, and a white halter top. Her ass was in the air, and her head buried in her sister Jessie’s cunt, and her tits were hanging squeezed out from the front of the halter. She also had on a collar with leash attached, and the leash was firmly in the grasp of Orencio. He kneeled on the bed behind Cassie, and was yanking down her panties. As I watched, he drove that massive cock deep in her cunt, and Cassie moaned, deeply, and wiggled her ass.

       “Now you lick your sister’s snatch good, Cassie, like your momma taught you,” said Alex. “Don’t make her time she spent with you yesterday go to waste!” He then looked back directly at me, with deep satisfaction at my confusion. What time spent? Doing what?

       Alex strode forward. “Paul, it’s too bad it had to come to this for you and your family. Bad luck, you know. Don’t worry though, this will all turn out well, for really, you are just fulfilling your ultimate destiny. And there really is nothing you can do. You are the last one in the family we have enslaved. And I truly mean that word. Your daughter Cassie was entrapped by love. And she really, truly loves my son. Once she saw him as her true lord and master, we had a way in. Next was your lovely wife, Mary. She was so protective of Cassie, she would do whatever Monique asked to keep the pictures of Cassie she had taken from being shown to the rest of the world, for Monique really wants to share with the world what we have accomplished. Next would be your older daughter. She was a tough nut to crack, she had such an old fashioned attitude about people like us, and our role in the world. Now she is beginning to comprehend. You are probably wondering what Deion is writing on her. I’ll let you see! Similar things have also been written, on your wife Mary.”

       With that, Paul spun Mary around. Across her face the word “WHORE” was written, the O being the ball gag in her mouth. Tears streamed down her face. On her tits, marked also by the whip, were the words “SLAVE” on the left, and “SLUT” on the right. On her belly was written “BLACK COCK OWNED”, and above her cunt were three dollar signs, the lines pointing to her clit.

       Alex strode forward to me, and Monique tossed him the leash. Grabbing it short, he yanked it to the ground, bending me forward. Monique then grabbed my wrists and disconnected them. Before I could react, she reconnected them above my head, and hooked them to another chain dangling from the ceiling. Then Alex grabbed another pole, spread my legs, and with another pair of cuffs hooked my ankles to the ends of the pole, which he fastened to another device mounted in the floor. I was totally trussed up and powerless. Alex then slowly and deliberately reached inside his suit pocket and pulled out a big folding knife, which he unfolded. “Don’t flinch, this very sharp,” he said. Then he proceeded to cut off all of my clothes, leaving my underwear for last. He then cut off the underwear, to my embarrassment revealing my massive boner to my shocked family. With a grin and a flourish he showed me off to my wife, and his sons lifted and turned Cassie and Jessie’s heads to see.

        Alex addressed the whole family. “I’m sure now all of you have questions. We have all the answers. I now own Paul’s company. He will not be missed. Thanks to Mary, some foolproof forgery, and the best lawyers money can buy, I now own your house. Your daughters have withdrawn from school. Even your extended family has been addressed. Some will never want to meet you again. Others have fallen under the spell of my brothers and fellow travelers. You are all truly now my slaves. The real reparations for the enslavement of my ancestors are only just beginning. It will be paid in part by you and your family, and your descendants. For I will ensure you have descendants, both of mixed race and free, and white to ensure future generations of slaves to come, as we breed Mary, Cassie and Jessie, filling their cunts with seed, growing their bellies, and even milking them for sweet milk.”

       Alex then turned Mary around again, and to my horror Monique handed him a hot iron, burning red with the letters WS on it. He pressed it to my wife’s’ ass, branding her with the letters. The room filled with the smell of burnt flesh. Alex then turned to me, and it was my turn. The pain was blinding. Then I heard him stride over to the bed, and heard the sizzle one more time, for Jessie.

       Alex said to Cassie, “Well, my little white whore, what do you say?”

“Mark me, please, master, for you are the father of my lord and master, and I will bear the mark of a white slave with pride.” There was then one more branding, and it was done.

Part 3: The humiliation becomes complete

       Shattered by my daughters words, embarrassed by the hard cock I had from my debasement and that of my family, and burning from the mark of slavery on my ass, I could not fight back when Monique took my arms down from where they were suspended, and then chained them behind me and to the pole my legs remained attached to, with me kneeling on the floor. Alex did the same with Mary, and removed her gag. Next, with a marker he wrote WHORE across my face also, and the same words across my body and above my cock. Then Deion came over from the bedside, and with great grace and flair unzipped his fly and let loose his own giant cock. He then grabbed Mary’s hair, and shoved his cock deep into her throat. To my chagrin, I heard her suck deep on the cock, and Deion urged her on.

       “Pay close attention, Paul,” whispered Alex in my ear. “You need to learn.” Then to my ultimate horror, he removed my gag while Orencio walked over to me. Orencio unzipped his own fly, not as gracefully, but with a definite mark of mastery. He let loose his giant black cock and shoved it into my mouth, and I nearly gagged. Monique leaned in, and wrapped my lips tight around her son’s cock. “Careful, son,” she said, “It’s only his first time.” Then Orencio proceeded to pump his cock into my mouth, my daughter’s pussy juices still covering it. He pumped and pumped, and seemed to be able to hold off forever. Monique took off her gloves, and began to stroke me with lotion on her hands. Then to my eternal shame, I came just as my daughter’s new owner came in my mouth. He withdrew, and Monique made sure I swallowed every drop. Then she replaced the ball gag in my mouth, the taste of white pussy juice and black semen locked in.

       For the grand finale, Monique and Alex turned my wife and me to look at my daughter Jessica. Alex and Monique walked to the bed, and both took off all of their clothes. With Cassie now off of the bed, Alex climbed up on the bed in front of Jessica. Monique climbed on top of Jessica, and turning toward Alex planted her cunt directly on Jessica’s face. She then ordered Jessica to lick her clit and get her to cum, or she and all her family would face another whipping. Then as Paul pumped my daughter’s pussy, Monique leaned forward and kissed Paul deeply. Then Paul came with a massive grunt. Monique came right after, and my daughter came also, with a high pitched moan that trailed off.

       “What a lovely evening, Paul. Thank you for sacrificing yourself to pull it off, and thank you for your older daughter, her virginity was a lovely surprise and the best gift of all.” Alex and Monique came back over to Mary and I. Paul had me clean off his cock, now adding his own seed, and my older daughter’s cunt and cherry juice to the cocktail in my mouth. Monique had Mary lick her cunt to clean up her juices, making the adult humiliation even deeper. Then both put on their formal attire and left for the evening. Deion left next, chuckling to himself. Finally, Deion left with Cassandra in tow. He turned at the door, and flipped a switch. Spotlights came on, focused on Mary, Jessica and me, and the curtains drew open, displaying us in our slavery to anyone who wanted to look in. Then he turned the main lights out. Finally, he said, “Good night, girls. Sleep tight,” and laughing deeply he closed the bedroom door and left.