Your Daughter had always been your little princess. You worked tirelessly to ensure she never wanted for anything, clothes, makeup, phones, accessories, money. You didn't know how to say no to her. But recently she'd been coming to you less and less for your support. In fact, she had started disrespecting you in subtle ways around the house, leaving chores half completed, saying "whatever" or "uh huh" when asked to do something. She had started coming home later and later, sometimes sneaking out in the middle of the night. As her father you needed to confront her about what was happening before things got worse.
You sat her down one day and tried to coax an answer out of her, was it her friends? Was it drugs? Maybe... a boyfriend? She laughed and told you that no, none of those things could possibly be true. You hadn't raised a delinquent of a daughter, after all. You felt reassured but couldn't help but feel she was lying to your face. What could you do, though? As her father you decided to cross a line that could permanently damage your relationship with her. After she'd fallen asleep one night, you took her phone and gently used her finger to unlock it.
When your daughter awoke the following morning she came out to the kitchen to discover you sitting at the table with a glass of whisky and a distant stare on your face. She asked you what was wrong and you glanced up at her, smiling sadly. "Just doing some thinking, sweetie". She screwed up her face and looked as though she would say something but ultimately shrugged and carried on preparing her breakfast.
You didn't know what you expected to find on her phone, maybe some rebellious texts, or secret pictures of her boyfriend, if she had one. Instead, you found what could be considered the hallmarks of a religious zealot. At some point over the last two years your daughter had been slowly inducted into something called the New Black World Order. For starters, the background she had chosen was a picture of a massive, well built Black man with several white women kneeling around his feet. Most of her texts consisted of either utterly debasing herself to a couple dozen Black Men, or singing their praises to her white girlfriends.
There were a few "whitebois" she'd been messaging, but the bulk of their exchanges either consisted of them sending her money or her insulting and ridiculing them for every single one of their inferior traits. Her social media accounts all revolved around Black Men, the NBWO, Black Lives Matter, and ending the white race. In fact, no matter how far back in her post history you went there was always a running theme of worshipping the Black Race.
Then you checked her photo gallery and that's where your mind broke. Hours upon hours of video's depicting your daughter being used, abused, bred, and owned by what could only be several hundred Black Men. Some videos were just her and one man, but more than half were her with anywhere from ten to twenty men at a time. Sometimes her friends were there with her. Sometimes they were doing hard drugs. Sometimes they were in hotels, sometimes they were in a trailer park, sometimes it was a dirty alley behind a dumpster. The one consistent theme throughout every video was that it was only Black Men.
The most recent video showed your daughter on her knees tongue-washing a massive Black Cock, taken the afternoon prior. You didn't know what there was you could say, how could you possibly persuade her out of this lifestyle? It was too late to prevent it, and based on what she had been posting and doing, it didn't seem like there was anything you could do to change her mind. Your daughter had dedicated herself to the Black race and objecting to it would only further drive a wedge between you.
So, being the loving parent you were, you decided to jump in with both feet and hope for the best. "I went through your phone last night" you managed to croak out as she sat down with her bowl of cereal. You stared at each other for a long moment before she seemed to inflate a bit, like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. "So... you know?" You nodded at her, "everything". She bit her lip and her eyes seemed to take on an aggressive sparkle. "I'm not going to stop you know" Her tone was defensive but there was something else in her words, like she was fishing for something with them. "I know, there's nothing I could say that would make you stop. You know I love you, and I just want what's best for you, I don't want you to get hurt!" She leaned back in her chair at your words, like this was what she was expecting you to say, like things had fallen back into familiar territory for her.
"How many white knights do you think try to come to my rescue anytime I post about my life? How many times do you think I've been told how much better they would treat me, or how much more they would love me?" Her eyes were boring into you and you shifted in your seat under the scrutiny. "You whitebois are all the same, you know? Soft, gentle and weak. I GIVE my body to Black Kings because they know how it should be used, I love Black Kings because REAL men treat their women like WOMEN" She snarled at you as she started to get up. "The only reason I haven't been bringing men around the house is because I didn't want them to see how much of a fucking PUSSY my father was" she stepped toward you and you slid your seat back. "If they did, they might just decide to start fucking you instead of me!" you tried to stand but she put her foot in the centre of your chest and pushed you over onto your back before mounting and straddling you.
"You know why mom left you, right? You know she ran off into the big, strong arms of her dealer right? You know that Black God fucked her better than you could ever hope to right?" Her hands were around your neck now, not choking you but threatening to, you were so bewildered you just locked up and listened to her words. "The only reason I didn't go with her is because I could get whatever I wanted from you without needing to work for it, you just rolled over and gave it up like a little bitch" Her grip tightened. "But lately... mfmmm... lately my new daddy's have been filling that role for me" She was grinding her hips on you, tears were welling up in your eyes.
"I'm going to bring some men by tonight.. Ahh... to get them used to living here. Now that you know what I've been up to... shit... I don't think there's anything else I can get out of you" You tried to tell her to wait, to stop, but her grip was so strong and you couldn't bring yourself to hit her. Your vision was swimming and she started to sound like she was speaking through a tin cup. "You want what's best for me, daddy? You wanna make your little girl happy? Then be a good whiteboi and die while I cum!"
You woke with a start, a headache splitting your skull apart. You tried to bring your hand to your forehead but couldn't move it, glancing down you noted that it had been bound to your side with rope. You tried to call out to your daughter, but the tape holding the cloth in your mouth made that impossible. That's when she reappeared over top you, naked as the day she was born. Her face was flushed, and smeared with what you could only assume was cum, lots of it. "Hey daddy, glad you finally woke up! You've been missing the party!" she bent over you again, as she did, you noticed the Queen of Spades tattoo across her breast. "I'm going to use you again, okay? The first time was just so good I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do it again, but this time it's going to be so much better!"
This time you tried to struggle, but the ropes were tight and your daughters weight prevented you from rolling over. An absolutely gigantic Black Man knelt behind her and her face contorted, first in pain, then in utter pleasure. She grunted before she started violently jolting back and forth from his thrusts. "Ah ah ahhh fuuucckkkk, harder, fuck me harder yes yes yes just like that, just like that!" Her hands wrapped around your throat once more and you screamed and cried into the gag, trying to shake your head free. "You like my panties, daddy? I made sure they were-oohhh shiiitttt-super well used before I stuffed them in there! Like... ugh fuck... like six loads of cum in ..unf.. them"
"Don't worry, okay? These nice men are going to take care of me from now on! I only need... fuuuuuuck I'm gonna cummmm... I only need one more thing from you, daddy!" Like before, your consciousness was fading rapidly, the tears in your eyes burned and your throat felt like it was going to collapse. You were dying at the hands of your daughter. She bit her lip hard and her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm exploded through her body. A glob of the cum on her face was shaken loose and splattered against your eye, blinding you as you tried to blink it away.
The last sounds you heard as you fell unconscious were the vicious slaps of the Black Mans hips against your daughters ass, and her desperate begging for you to die while she was being knocked up.
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Your Daughter had always been your little princess. You worked tirelessly to ensure she never wanted for anything, clothes, makeup, phones, accessories, money. You didn't know how to say no to her. But recently she'd been coming to you less and less for your support. In fact, she had started disrespecting you in subtle ways around the house, leaving chores half completed, saying "whatever" or "uh huh" when asked to do something. She had started coming home later and later, sometimes sneaking out in the middle of the night. As her father you needed to confront her about what was happening before things got worse.
You sat her down one day and tried to coax an answer out of her, was it her friends? Was it drugs? Maybe... a boyfriend? She laughed and told you that no, none of those things could possibly be true. You hadn't raised a delinquent of a daughter, after all. You felt reassured but couldn't help but feel she was lying to your face. What could you do, though? As her father you decided to cross a line that could permanently damage your relationship with her. After she'd fallen asleep one night, you took her phone and gently used her finger to unlock it.
When your daughter awoke the following morning she came out to the kitchen to discover you sitting at the table with a glass of whisky and a distant stare on your face. She asked you what was wrong and you glanced up at her, smiling sadly. "Just doing some thinking, sweetie". She screwed up her face and looked as though she would say something but ultimately shrugged and carried on preparing her breakfast.
You didn't know what you expected to find on her phone, maybe some rebellious texts, or secret pictures of her boyfriend, if she had one. Instead, you found what could be considered the hallmarks of a religious zealot. At some point over the last two years your daughter had been slowly inducted into something called the New Black World Order. For starters, the background she had chosen was a picture of a massive, well built Black man with several white women kneeling around his feet. Most of her texts consisted of either utterly debasing herself to a couple dozen Black Men, or singing their praises to her white girlfriends.
There were a few "whitebois" she'd been messaging, but the bulk of their exchanges either consisted of them sending her money or her insulting and ridiculing them for every single one of their inferior traits. Her social media accounts all revolved around Black Men, the NBWO, Black Lives Matter, and ending the white race. In fact, no matter how far back in her post history you went there was always a running theme of worshipping the Black Race.
Then you checked her photo gallery and that's where your mind broke. Hours upon hours of video's depicting your daughter being used, abused, bred, and owned by what could only be several hundred Black Men. Some videos were just her and one man, but more than half were her with anywhere from ten to twenty men at a time. Sometimes her friends were there with her. Sometimes they were doing hard drugs. Sometimes they were in hotels, sometimes they were in a trailer park, sometimes it was a dirty alley behind a dumpster. The one consistent theme throughout every video was that it was only Black Men.
The most recent video showed your daughter on her knees tongue-washing a massive Black Cock, taken the afternoon prior. You didn't know what there was you could say, how could you possibly persuade her out of this lifestyle? It was too late to prevent it, and based on what she had been posting and doing, it didn't seem like there was anything you could do to change her mind. Your daughter had dedicated herself to the Black race and objecting to it would only further drive a wedge between you.
So, being the loving parent you were, you decided to jump in with both feet and hope for the best. "I went through your phone last night" you managed to croak out as she sat down with her bowl of cereal. You stared at each other for a long moment before she seemed to inflate a bit, like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. "So... you know?" You nodded at her, "everything". She bit her lip and her eyes seemed to take on an aggressive sparkle. "I'm not going to stop you know" Her tone was defensive but there was something else in her words, like she was fishing for something with them. "I know, there's nothing I could say that would make you stop. You know I love you, and I just want what's best for you, I don't want you to get hurt!" She leaned back in her chair at your words, like this was what she was expecting you to say, like things had fallen back into familiar territory for her.
"How many white knights do you think try to come to my rescue anytime I post about my life? How many times do you think I've been told how much better they would treat me, or how much more they would love me?" Her eyes were boring into you and you shifted in your seat under the scrutiny. "You whitebois are all the same, you know? Soft, gentle and weak. I GIVE my body to Black Kings because they know how it should be used, I love Black Kings because REAL men treat their women like WOMEN" She snarled at you as she started to get up. "The only reason I haven't been bringing men around the house is because I didn't want them to see how much of a fucking PUSSY my father was" she stepped toward you and you slid your seat back. "If they did, they might just decide to start fucking you instead of me!" you tried to stand but she put her foot in the centre of your chest and pushed you over onto your back before mounting and straddling you.
"You know why mom left you, right? You know she ran off into the big, strong arms of her dealer right? You know that Black God fucked her better than you could ever hope to right?" Her hands were around your neck now, not choking you but threatening to, you were so bewildered you just locked up and listened to her words. "The only reason I didn't go with her is because I could get whatever I wanted from you without needing to work for it, you just rolled over and gave it up like a little bitch" Her grip tightened. "But lately... mfmmm... lately my new daddy's have been filling that role for me" She was grinding her hips on you, tears were welling up in your eyes.
"I'm going to bring some men by tonight.. Ahh... to get them used to living here. Now that you know what I've been up to... shit... I don't think there's anything else I can get out of you" You tried to tell her to wait, to stop, but her grip was so strong and you couldn't bring yourself to hit her. Your vision was swimming and she started to sound like she was speaking through a tin cup. "You want what's best for me, daddy? You wanna make your little girl happy? Then be a good whiteboi and die while I cum!"
You woke with a start, a headache splitting your skull apart. You tried to bring your hand to your forehead but couldn't move it, glancing down you noted that it had been bound to your side with rope. You tried to call out to your daughter, but the tape holding the cloth in your mouth made that impossible. That's when she reappeared over top you, naked as the day she was born. Her face was flushed, and smeared with what you could only assume was cum, lots of it. "Hey daddy, glad you finally woke up! You've been missing the party!" she bent over you again, as she did, you noticed the Queen of Spades tattoo across her breast. "I'm going to use you again, okay? The first time was just so good I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do it again, but this time it's going to be so much better!"
This time you tried to struggle, but the ropes were tight and your daughters weight prevented you from rolling over. An absolutely gigantic Black Man knelt behind her and her face contorted, first in pain, then in utter pleasure. She grunted before she started violently jolting back and forth from his thrusts. "Ah ah ahhh fuuucckkkk, harder, fuck me harder yes yes yes just like that, just like that!" Her hands wrapped around your throat once more and you screamed and cried into the gag, trying to shake your head free. "You like my panties, daddy? I made sure they were-oohhh shiiitttt-super well used before I stuffed them in there! Like... ugh fuck... like six loads of cum in ..unf.. them"
"Don't worry, okay? These nice men are going to take care of me from now on! I only need... fuuuuuuck I'm gonna cummmm... I only need one more thing from you, daddy!" Like before, your consciousness was fading rapidly, the tears in your eyes burned and your throat felt like it was going to collapse. You were dying at the hands of your daughter. She bit her lip hard and her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm exploded through her body. A glob of the cum on her face was shaken loose and splattered against your eye, blinding you as you tried to blink it away.
The last sounds you heard as you fell unconscious were the vicious slaps of the Black Mans hips against your daughters ass, and her desperate begging for you to die while she was being knocked up.