Chapter 1 - Bleaching Sydeon

Bill never understood the music that played in social gatherings nowadays. It was full of blaring bass and shrieks, sensations pressing into your body rather than ambiance heard by your ears. Regardless, here he was at TwitchCon’s annual after-party, wandering around aimlessly with quite a few drinks under his belt. He was a decently sized streamer known mostly for his real-life construction streams. There was a particularly viral clip of his where he spoke to a donator in a down-to-earth, kind manner which shot his popularity up. It didn’t quite get to the point where he could make a living off of it, but it got to the point that he was invited to the convention as a guest. 
 
Bill was wasted. He never had the opportunity to just let loose, as he was always working full-time. Dressed in an attire far too casual for an occasion such as this, with a not-quite-finished shave to boot, all he was focused on was having a good time. And on this particular evening, he was just inebriated enough to mingle with someone he would normally never associate with. 
 
“You’re very beautiful for someone of your skin tone,” he mused to the dark-toned streamer who was idly standing in a more remote section of the room, “You, uh, a waiter here or somethin’?”



“Excuse me?” The woman turned her head back to face him, too shocked to add anything more than an initial exclamation.
 
“You’re a fine piece of work, is all I’m saying,” he jumbled. Absentmindedly falling back to his old ways, he proceeded to slap her on the ass to further demonstrate his approval. 
 
Sydeon had fully turned around to face him at this point, face contorted into utter vehemence. 
 
“What do you think you’re doing?” She yelled, words dripping with contempt.
 
“Woah there, relax! I’m just giving you a compliment,” Bill replied, slightly confused as to what all the fuss was about. “You don’t have these over here, niceties and whatnot?” 
 
“‘Someone of your skin tone?’” Sydney repeated. “Asking if I’m a ‘waiter’ here? I don’t know where you’re from, but those don’t sound very “nice” to me.” She moved her hand over to her behind, still in disbelief that the man had the gall to harass her. “Touch me again and I’ll report you to the organizers.”
 
Bill had both of his arms out at this point, waving them in front of him apologetically. “Hold on missy, I think we got off on the wrong foot here.” He looked at her Twitch nametag. “Sydeon, is it? I was just paying you a bit of homage, serious! I’m sure you hold a very respectable position in this establishment with the nice dress you’ve got on and all.”
 
“I’m actually a guest here,” Sydney informed him coldly.
 
“Oh really?” He said stunned. “I’m surprised you’ve got a big audience and all, you know, coming from your background.”
 
“All right, we’re done here,” Sydeon brushed past his shoulder, signaling the end of their conversation, “I’m getting nowhere with you.”
 
“Aw, hold on, hold on,” Bill said contritely, walking just behind her to catch up, “I can assure you’ll get somewhere nice if you just stick with me.”
 
“Come on, let me show you a good time,” he smoothly inquired of her. 
 
Sydney blew some air out of her nose, scoffing at the shabby man. What could he possibly offer her? Nice sex? Yeah right, look at the state of him. He looked like any other homeless low-life she walked past on a day-to-day basis.
 
“You’re wasting your time. There’s no way I’d ever think about spending a night with a racist, bigoted man like… you…”
 
Her words stilled as she stood, speechless, at what the man she had just met was doing. He was clearly too drunk to think clearly, as he had pulled the hem of his pants down just far enough to flash her, giving her a brief glimpse of the pristine package that he had promised for her. Sydeon’s mouth gaped.
 
“Oh. My. God.”
 
Bill had just registered what she had said and started to cover himself up, resigning himself to the rejection. She was a catch, for sure, but it seems like their paths were just too far apart. To his surprise, though, Sydney had placed a hand over his, motioning for him to stop buttoning himself up. 
 
“Fine. Just a quickie.” Sydney was hesitant, but seeing his large, white cock stirred something in her that she’s never felt before. It wouldn’t hurt to just… try, right? 
 
Bill grinned. “Promise you won’t regret it. I don’t usually sleep with Black women, but you’re hot so I’ll make the exception.” 
 
Normally Sydney would be outraged at his crude remark, but it was honestly rather tame compared to the other stuff he was spouting out. She could always just out him for it later. Let’s see if he could deliver first. 
 
Sydney took his hand and led him, practically by dragging, towards the restroom. 
 
“In a hurry are we,” Bill remarked, “Can’t say you’re the first to drag me away like this.”
 
She didn’t respond, more worried that the slower she was the higher the chance would be that someone she knew would hear what the man she was walking with was saying. God, he was insufferable. Strangely, though, the heat that was building up in her was dual-inclusive to her anger and her lust. His insensitivity held two different sorts of promises: a signal of his future savage treatment of her and the arrogance to back it up. 
 
As they entered the bathroom women’s restroom, opening up one of the stalls, Bill was haughtily smug with an erection to follow suit. Once they had made it away from the prying eyes of the public, he loosened some of his moral restraints. He pulled his hand away from Sydney’s grip, opting to move it instead to her hair. 
 
“You people care a lot about your hair, don’t you?” Bill grunted, tightening his grip. Sydney squealed at the sudden introduction of the foreign discomfort. “I don’t really get it myself, but it sure as hell feels nice.” He moved her into one of the stalls, practically tossing her onto the toilet. Sydney panicked for a moment, feeling a bit unsure as to whether she wanted to go through with this after all. 
 
“Can you, like, chill? Jesus, you rednecks have no class.” Her angry tone masked her worry well. Too well, in fact, as Bill, for the first time that night, felt a hint of irritation begin to sprout inside. He started unbuckling his belt hastily. 
 
“Yeah, yeah, and this redneck’s about to fuck your undeserving cunt,” he said off-hand. He had pulled the entirety of his cock out, laying it to rest on top of her wet, inviting folds. Sydney was seated on top of the toilet, so in order to shorten the height difference between her sitting and Bill’s standing, he moved her ass forward and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, causing her to put her hands behind her onto the wall to stop herself from spilling over to one side. He rolled her dress up, exposing her black, silk undergarments.
 
“All of you women are just sluts, huh?” He snorted. “I shouldn’t have expected anything else from female, colored streamers .” The last part was said in a snarky tone, meant to mock.
 
Sydney’s wanted to respond but her eyes widened as Bill pulled down her panties and began to rub his cock up and down her pussy. In a combination of both hate for the man, and for her to hide her inexperience with a white man, she continued berating him.
 
“That’s it? Just get this over with already, you probably don’t have shit to back it up,” she taunted. 
 
And with that, he penetrated into her.
 
Sydney let out an ear-splitting scream of pleasure. “ Oh fuck! FUck! ” Bill was too focused on railing Sydney’s brains out to take note of her absolutely melting into him. Each thrust he pushed down into her seemed to just hit the right spot, bruising her womb and causing her legs to quiver. Her toes curled behind his ears, clutching onto the underwear that he had slid priorly up to her ankle.
 
Utter hate was building up inside Sydney as Bill continued to wreck her insides. She wanted nothing more than to open her mouth and insult him, but every time she opened her mouth it was to moan out loudly instead. Her eyes rolled up into her skull as he continued to ram into her. 
 
“What, got nothing– huff- to say bitch?” Bill spat on her, the phlegm landing on top of her face. “Yeah, know your place. Fucking talking to me like that when you’re lower than me. You should’ve just taken the damn compliment.”
 
He continued his pistoning, unrelenting to Sydeon’s whimpers and shakes. She clenched up tightly for a moment as she started to cum, spraying juices onto the tile floor below. Her entire body shook and spasmed. Bill pulled out of her and lifted her back up again so that her back was resting against the tank. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, shifted her head so that she had to look up and him, and moved his slick cock onto her cock-drunk face, sliding it up her nose so that his balls were directly under her nostrils. 
 
“Addicted to white cock yet?” He laughed, cock slapping her face. “Your whore cunt was fucking clamping down on me.” 
 
Sydeon, barely still coherent, didn’t want to give the racist the satisfaction he was looking for. In a futile plight, she retorted back at him.
 
“Fuck you.” She spat at his feet. “You’re just a small time country bum who thinks he’s a little good at sex. Is that really all?” It was laughable how unconvincing she sounded, being a complete mess in the stall and all. Bill took it completely straight, though. He heated up again and brought Sydney back up to her feet by pulling her hair. Her hands uselessly clawed at his grip to relieve some of the tension, but she was no match for the brawny man. He tore the flimsy fabric on her chest apart to reveal her perky tits. 
 
“Hey! What the fuck–” 
 
Her sentence was cut short as she was practically slammed into the stall door, face pressed flat sideways, knocking the wind out of her. Bill pulled her head up slightly using the roots of her hair so that her body would be straightened up. It made it easier when he pressed the entirety of his weight into her, pressing his cock against her fat ass. 
 
Sydney gasped in response, nearly delirious in euphoria. Despite her external protests, despite her internal conflicts, deep down inside, she always knew that she wanted nothing more than to be put down and abused, especially by a strong, white man like this. 
 
Bill practically raped her pussy, pounding into her with slow, powerful thrusts. His first intrusion from this angle seemed to reach deeper than before, causing Sydney to orgasm nearly immediately, squirting splashes onto the floor. Each full cycle of motion caused Syndey to shriek and giggle, lost in the sensations of her ravishment. He wanted to take more and more of her. As he continued, Sydney’s feet slowly lifted off of the ground. It started with a simple lifting of her heels off of the floor, before a foot found itself completely off the ground, and finally ended with Sydney being lifted by just Bill’s cock and arms. Sydney was practically falling on top of his cock, Bill brutely forcing himself into her. 
 
“Damn I’ve got to rail more of you chicks, you’ve got a fantastic ass.” Bill groaned. “Gotta introduce you non-whites to what a real cock is instead of whatever it is you’re used to.”
 
Sydney only whimpered heatedly in response.
 
“I’m gonna cum,” Bill warned excitedly, “I’m gonna paint you all over with my white seed.” 
 
The image of him plastering his white cum all over her dark body excited Sydney. She seemed to move with an increased sense of vigor, wildly pushing back into his cock. Her anger seemed to fade away with her fourth orgasm of the night. She tried to justify how she was feeling; there was nothing she could do about it. If he really wanted to cum on her, she would be powerless to stop him as her legs were shaking to the point where she could hardly even stand. 
 
“F-fuck, get back on the toilet, slut!” 
 
He dragged her by her curls back onto the cold marble. Sydney could hardly hold herself up, falling limply onto the tank behind her. Bill grabbed his cock in his hand and poised it towards Sydney’s chest. His semen swelled and started to spurt out of him in batches. Instead of thin, white ropes of cum, there seemed to be puddles of thick spunk dispersing themselves onto Sydney’s tits, dress, and hair. Sydney, by whorish nature, instinctively seemed to know that her mouth should be open, tongue out, posed to please her white master. Unfortunately for her, not a speck of cum seemed to make its way onto her tongue. Fortunately for her, this sparked another burning well inside Bill.
 
“Damn, you know your place, huh?” He said pompously. 
 
Sydeon sheepishly blushed, still frowning. She quickly closed her mouth.  “I just wanted you to finish in my mouth so that your gross cum wouldn’t stain my dress.” Ignoring the fact that her dress was ripped to shreds at this point, leaving her nude body completely bare, Sydeon seemed unaware that she admitted to being alright with swallowing the load of the man she detested. Bill caught on to this slip-up, though. 
 
“I’ll finish in your mouth alright. Stick your tongue out again bitch.” 
 
Sydney hated his tone. She abhorred the way in which he demanded things of her. And yet, despite it all, she found herself following his orders. Just a few seconds later, Sydney found herself lolling her tongue out, eyes upturned to look up at Bill with a seductive smile. Her compliance reminded Bill of a dog who was performing tricks to receive a treat, and it was time for Bill to administer.
 
In one sudden motion, Bill brought his cock down Sydeon’s tongue to the back of her throat. He put one hand on his hip to make the motion faster while keeping his grip on her hair tight to slide her head up and down smoothly, treating her face as a dolled-up fleshlight. After every couple of thrusts, he would fully pull out his cock, admiring the lines of spit and pre-cum stretching from the tip of his cock to Sydney’s tongue. True to her nature as a slut, Sydeon never once closed her mouth or complained about her treatment. If anything, her rough handling seemed to get her pussy more wet. 
 
“Ready for your second load?” Bill grunted. 
 
“ Glhk, glhk, glkh! ” Sydeon shook her head, but her eyes, clouded with lust, told a different answer. 
 
Bill didn’t even bother warning her this time, deciding to just cum the moment he felt like it. One of Sydney’s eyes widened in surprise while the other contorted in discomfort as a fresh batch of cum made its way down her throat and into her stomach. Bill continued and continued to cum, and eventually, Sydney started choking down on his shaft. The sensation of her throat tightening was euphoric for Bill, and he decided to eventually pull out just so that he could smear a small bit of cum on her face, the only place left that was desert of it.
 
As he moved back, he admired his handiwork. Just like a project, he’d do on stream, he found the most satisfaction in the end result. But he felt there to be something missing…
 
At that very moment, the blasted noises of the party came rushing in through the muffling of the walls, signaling the entrance of another person. Bill and Sydeon froze, suddenly too aware of the compromising position they were in. It was in this moment too, now that they recovered some of their senses, that Bill realized he had another urge approaching its limit.
 
“I need to take a piss,” he whispered to Sydney, “Move off the toilet!”
 
Sydney struggled for a moment but her legs faltered, unable to support her weight after the senseless fucking she was put through. Her hands worked in conjunction with her thighs as they both pushed off of their base as hard as they could. Unfortunately, she didn’t move an inch.
 
Bill couldn’t hold it any longer. Fuck it. Why was he so concerned anyways? Sydeon was just a meat toilet for him to use as he wanted. This was her role. Without warning, he started to urinate on Sydney. 
 
She gasped as the warm liquid began splattering onto her naked body, mixing with some of the semen to create an utterly disgusting look. She glared daggers at Bill, but it would ultimately do nothing to stop the golden shower that was coming her way. At last, it came to a stop, but the damage was done. Sydeon’s gorgeous attire and body were completely messed up. She was in a state of outrage. The other person in the restroom finished her business after an absurdly long time, washed her hands, and then left. As Bill took note of Sydney’s annoying pesters, and her inability to do anything, he came up with an idea.
 
“Maybe this will get you to know your place.” He pulled out the Sharpie the convention gave him to sign his name tag and began writing all over her. “Whore” was printed over her face, with her mouth substituting for the “o”. Sydney audibly protested against his actions, but there was nothing she could do being unable to move. Lines were drawn pointing to her pussy, each denoting Sydney as different objects meant to get men off. “Cum Dump”, “Meat Toilet”, “Fill Me Up!” all wrapped themselves over her stomach and thighs. Bill was done with the whore, but he was a kind streamer; in his world, second-hand goods were blessings for everyone. 
 
“Hey, seriously! You can’t leave me like this you fucker!” Sydney shouted, making her opinions on the matter apparent. 
 
“I gotta admit, you were a good fuck. Probably the best fuck I’ve had from someone of your kind,” Bill suavely said. In his mind, this was still a top-tier compliment despite its obviously abrasive nature. He continued while dressing himself. “Call me whenever you want to get a real, white man to come fuck you. I might be there.” And with that, he opened the stall door to see Rae, Valkyrae, turning her head from talking to someone on the phone. She looked at him. Then looked down at Sydney’s putrid, defiled body. Then looked back at him. 
 
Unsurprisingly, she started screaming.

