Chapter 4 - Risking it with Rae


 
The lock trembled as the handle of the door gently drooped. It glided open slowly as a tanned woman nudged it open with her foot, placing her keys back into her purse. She shuffled on into the carpeted hallway, placing her belongings down at the counter next to the entrance. Rae sighed, blissfully. She was ready to unwind from a long morning of meetings. Her fingers were halfway done with pulling the ends of her heels off of her feet when a voice beckoned toward her from two rooms down.
 
“Oh hey Rae. There’s a guy waiting in your room, I think he said the two of you had an overdue meeting?”
 
Tina’s courteous voice bounced off of the interior walls, striking a nervous tick in the woman. She wasn’t expecting anyone; all of her scheduled outings were, well, outings. She had thought that her itinerary for the day was jam-packed with brunches, lunches, and one canceled linner (dunch?). Thinking about it, they really needed to make get-togethers without food normalized. Checking again on her calendar app confirmed this preconceived notion.
 
Well, it’s not as though Tina would let someone suspicious into the house. It might be something off of the job. Maybe it was a friend that she hadn’t checked in on for some time. She was pretty bad at keeping up with people she knew outside of her industry. 
 
Rae continued down the hallway, not bothering to take her footwear off. If it was a friend, they would be going out soon enough anyway. She opened the door to her room.
 
A scream powerful enough to make clouds crash into the earth echoed through the house. Yet, despite this, no one bothered to check in to see what was wrong. A gargantuan yell was expected from Rae’s room every 15-minutes, so this was the norm.
 
Bill was sitting in her usual streaming chair, thumbs fiddling around on his phone above a pillow on his lap. 
 
“Oh. You’re here,” he responded, unperturbed by the deafening sound.
 
Thoughts trotted like frantic cats around in her mind, their displays frightening her with all the possible reasons he could be waiting for her. One of them blew up the most dust when it ran, blurring her faculties, and it would ultimately be the one proven correct in the upcoming future. 
 
“How… what are you doing here?” Rae asked regardless, knowing that nothing good could come from the answer she received. She remembered all the times she had been within touching distance of the man and shuddered at the idea of him recalling each and every one as well. 
 
“Bored,” Bill stated simply. Why use many words when one would do the trick? Feeling as though Rae wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer, though, he continued on. “Sydney’s off doing a gaming stream.”
 
Though this was true, there was a level of nuance in this comment that didn’t make it through. Bill had allowed Sydney to resume streaming, to keep her from losing her (their) livelihood and also because, after his experience with Jodi and Syanne, he wanted to keep things running with his new mating sessions. The trend seemed to be that colored women would throw themselves at his feet at the mere meeting with him and his abrasive nature, so who was he to not take advantage of that fact? If he could help these colored sluts embrace their status as sex slaves for the supreme race, it would forever be a positive transition from where they were in society before. 
 
“So I thought I’d have a nice chat with you about your… antics around us,” Bill continued.
 
He knows.
 
A paralyzing shock coursed through her veins as a palpable adrenaline shot into her. She stepped over feigning ignorance and went directly to avoiding confrontation.
 
“There’s nothing to talk about.” Rae said after some moments of hesitation.
 
Bill tilted his head in accordance while shuffling in the seat, expecting a response of this nature. Although she was brown, she didn’t get to where she was now by submitting to every white male she saw.
 
“I mean… you’re right. There’s nothing to talk about.” 
 
Bill shrugged, standing up. Rae gasped, placing both hands around her mouth. Her wide eyes fixated on the girthy cock exposed when the pillow was moved. She backed up a little too quickly into the hallway, hitting the now-closed door. Almost comically, an audible swallow bubbled up. Bill continued, recognizing her failure to exit then and there.
 
“There are just things to do.”
 
—
 
*knock* *knock* 
 
The door slowly creaked open as Yvonne peered through the crack to see who was intruding. Leslie stood on the other end, fiddling her thumbs. They looked at each other awkwardly, both knowing what the other was going to bring up. For pleasantries, Fuslie whispered the words into the air regardless. 
 
“Do you hear that?”
 
Yvonne nodded timidly. 
 
Even through the multiple wall segments in place between all of their rooms and Rae’s, the sounds of her shrieks could still be coherently made out. It was one thing to be able to hear Rae from the living room or the kitchen– only the hallway door was standing between the two–, it was another to hear it constantly ringing from their personal chambers. Sure, the occasional gaming stream would facilitate a screech that would travel the distance, but this was steady, rhythmic, guttural noises consistently making their way through the vents and into their earlobes. 
 
Neither housemate was sure about what to do. Unlike OfflineTV’s mansion, where people had been used to hearing Michael and Lily or John and Jodi go at it at times (well before Bill’s arrival, of course), this was the first time since they had moved in where any of them had gotten any action within the confines of their space. Feeling a little out of water on this subject, Fuslie thought it best to leave the subject matter alone.
 
“…your dark ass is so fucking fat, what did momma do to give you a slender body like that? Good thing I’m giving you purpose as a white man’s sex slave.”
 
They could pretend all they wanted, lines like those were hard to ignore. “Let’s just hope it’s over soon,” she replied awkwardly.
 
“Amen.”
 
A lengthy talk was to come, they thought, once Rae was finished. They couldn’t have known that the conversation they had in mind later would include more than just loud sex in the household.
 
—
 
2 pm
 
“You– stop! I’ll– guh! ” 
 
Rae was getting pistoned into the couch in the living room, her ass getting flattened into the cushions. Bill had her in a violent chokehold. Her legs were flailing wildly in the air, heels barely still strapped to her feet. One of them was already off the ball of her foot, struggling to stay put at her toes. 
 
“They’re going to seee eeee! ”
 
“Let them,” Bill huffed, still thrusting into her. “I’m just using my personal oriental toy, nuthin’ to be ashamed of.” 
 
Rae’s gold dress twisted at the seams from Bill's aggressive handling, with small tears appearing in the fabric. Rae’s mind was crumbling under the weight of his massive cock. She didn’t know what she was thinking when Bill convinced her to take it outside. She probably wasn’t. The thought of being caught was slowly being washed away by the thought of Bill’s delicious, fat cock shoving itself in and out of her. Why worry about something so trivial when there was something much better to focus on?
 
Over the course of an hour, several of the housemates walked to the kitchen or restroom to obtain something, inadvertently catching glimpses of the breeding that was occurring on their living room sofa. Fuslie was the first to leave her room, seeing Rae’s face contorted in brutal, gaping doggystyle. The look in her eyes seared into her brain as she quickly scurried away. Miyoung followed suit a good amount of time after, once Bill and Rae had switched positions. Rae was straddling him, locking lips with the poorly-kept man as he used his hands to bounce that firm ass on his cock. The two were so engrossed that they took no note of her despite her staying the longest at the scene, entranced by what she was seeing. Yvonne was the last to enter, being the most unfortunate one by having to go to the kitchen to get her favorite Starbucks Frappuccino. She was forced to pretend that she couldn’t see Rae passed out on her back, eyes rolling into her skull, while Bill continue to fuck her as though she were a sack of brown meat, a defective sex doll for a white man to use. 
 
They all once held feelings of outrage, and yet with just a quick glance at Bill’s treatment, they realized how right it all felt. There was nothing more correct in this world than the white man using all the POC women in the world as he pleased. 


—
 
5 pm
 
“I should've known it was strange, You only come out at night…”
 
Tina’s headphones were blasting a pop song as she walked, phone in hand, toward the restroom. She had been unaware of what was going on in the house actually, just vibing to music while working on some changes in her streaming set-up. As she approached the room, the light was on, but the door was creaked open so she assumed it was vacant and that the last person forgot to flip the switch on their way out.
 
She moved in and turned the sink handle, allowing a small stream of water to spill. She wanted to wash the spill on her fingers before using the restroom. It took her a couple of seconds before she noticed.
 
“O-OH MY GOD?”
 
Tina’s hand moved back fearfully, grabbing onto the towel rack. She froze up, taking in sight of the vulgarity in front of her. Rae was screaming, mouth opened wide, as she was being held in a full nelson by Bill above the toilet. There was something lewd about seeing her friend being fucked like that, wailing loudly, without being able to hear any of the noises that were happening. Rae didn’t pay any mind to Tina– she couldn’t, she was much too focused on the impaling sensation of Bill’s cock sliding in and out of her with her legs raised up powerlessly– but Bill briefly turned to her when she spoke up. His eyes briefly settled onto hers. That was all that was needed for Tina to high-tail it out of there.
 
As she returned to her room, her heart racing, she placed her hands over her headphones. She hesitated. It scared her that she wasn’t sure if she was thankful that her music blocked out the sounds the two were making or disappointed by it. While she deliberated over the thought, her hands were already bringing them off to answer her inner turmoil. She lay down on the bed in her room, trying to ignore her cheeks flushing at the noises that were coming down the hallway. 



Half an hour later, she couldn’t take it any longer. She had to pee and the other restroom had been taken over for a shower when Tina retreated to her room. Whoever it was, they wouldn’t be done for at least another half hour. Tina had to take her chances. Thankfully, an opportunity came when the restroom door creaked, and she heard the sound of footsteps retreating to Rae’s room.
 
“ Thank God, ” Tina thought, “ They’re taking it back to their room. ”
 
Quietly– she wasn’t even sure why she was taking such caution, it was just as much her place as it was Rae’s– she tiptoed out the hallway. She pushed against the door and crept it.
 
* flip *
 
“ Ee… .”
 
Her hand moved to cover her mouth. Tina had to stifle a whimper as she looked at the toilet seat. Rae was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning against the backrest. Her arms had fallen limply to the side, and her legs were spread apart erotically. An occasional drip into the water filled Tina’s head with thoughts about all of the possible things it could be. Rae was dazed. So dazed that she didn’t even register Tina’s entrance. 
 
The door closed behind as a draft moved in. Tina was panicking. She inched closer toward Rae as though she were approaching a gross insect. Even with the movement, Rae was still absent-mindedly murmuring praise and love. A couple of hours of mind-blowing sex does that to you. Tina steeled herself. She would just get her business done and call it. Get out of there. It was already an incredibly mortifying experience for a pure woman like Tina to even be in this situation, so combined with her urge to pee, she wasn’t thinking straight anymore. 
 
As she approached the defiled woman, clothes ruffled and torn beyond usage, make-up seeping from pre-cum being rubbed across her face, and body splattered by semen, a strong scent cut through the air. It was even stronger than the musk of animal-like breeding that was already permeating throughout the small chamber. Tina realized that mixed alongside Rae’s copious amount of slick, there was piss all over her thighs and stomach. She cut off a gag early when she realized that it was evidently Bill’s urine all over her.
 
“Sorry Rae,” Tina whispered, unsure if Rae was conscious enough to hear her. She pressed up against the woozy woman, pushing her back on the seat, before taking her usual piss, face buried deeply in her hands out of embarrassment. Because of the angle of the bowl being so close to her, Tina was sure that some of it made its way onto Rae. 
 
“...”
 
Tina slowly closed the door to her room. She lay down flat on her stomach on the bed, sure that there were some residual secretions stuck to her back. This was something she would keep locked up in her memories for the rest of her life.
 
—
 
7 pm
 
The clattering of cutlery against a plate echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen. Bill sat alone, cutting away at an impromptu meal he cooked up using the ingredients in the house’s refrigerator (only Rae’s groceries of course, using others without their permission would be unbelievably rude). He wasn’t familiar with a lot of the stuff she had stashed away, but meat was universal. Growing up down south, you learn to make do with what you have. 
 
Speaking of the remaining housemates, now that the noises had stopped resounding throughout the entire place, they tentatively felt safe enough to come out of their rooms. Miyoung was the first one to test the waters, heading into the kitchen alone. She didn’t even notice she was holding her breath walking into the room until she exhaled at the sight of only Bill sitting down. It would’ve been better if it was only Rae, Bill being long gone, but having the two separated was a blessing that she wouldn’t look past. It was such a jovial occasion that she decided to start up a conversation with him despite normally never making contact with anyone even like the man. Attribute it to nervousness or relief, both were equally plausible explanations.
 
“Smells good in here, you enjoy cooking?” She said awkwardly.
 
“Yeah, I whipped som’ up,” Bill responded, biting down on his fork.  
 
Miyoung only nodded back. That was good enough, she thought.
 
“Could you– uh– get me a drink? One of Rae’s pissy seltzers or whatever.” 
 
Out of her usual senses, Miyoung didn’t notice Bill’s strange pause in the middle of the sentence. She simply chalked it up to him being mid-meal. The microwave started to run as she put her food in. 
 
“Sure,” she complied amicably. 
 
She grabbed one and walked over to the kitchen table. Now that she was more calm, she was starting to perceive something. A… * gluck* noise? Coming from… underneath the table? 
 
As she placed the drink down, Bill groaned and moved a hand underneath the table covers, clearly pulling something toward his crotch. Horrified, Miyoung realized that Rae was under there, servicing him still. 
 
“Bitch is getting her new favorite meal,” Bill joked with Miyoung, uncaring of her astonished reaction. “Slut reminds me of those prostitutes in uh, Thailand? ‘Cept I’m getting her for free.”
 
In typical fashion, Bill was a couple of thousand miles off of his guess, with Rae being from the Philippines. Though if you were to correct him, he’d just forget about it the next day. 
 
Miyoung couldn’t think of what to reply with other than a nod.
 
“Ha… ha… yeah…”
 
Bill scooted his chair closer to the table, wrapping a leg around Rae’s neck to pull her in deeper. 
 
“Fuck! Get your dinner whore!”
 
A surprised “ hmphhh! ” emitted from underneath. It was followed by the sound of multiple chokes, gasps for air, and gulps. Miyoung hadn’t even seen pornography where the woman had to spend that much time lapping up this much cum, and now she was hearing it happen right behind her. She was forced to stand there and listen to the sloppy, hot sounds creep over her. The timer on the microwave couldn’t possibly go any slower, she imagined.
 
* beep * * beep *
 
The moment it finished up, Miyoung snatched it out of the apparatus and quickly retreated to her room. 
 
Bill let out a small chuckle. 
 
“Your friends aren’t as open as you are, huh?” Rae peered up from her spot under the table, squatting with her heels while still in her torn dress. Her hands were spread apart, wiping off the cum that had splattered all over her chest and face. Bill reveled in seeing the model attempt to clean herself up, whining for more of his cock in the process. “Give it a couple paces. They’ll get there.”
 
—
 
9 pm
 
“Let’s head back. Little spent out after using you all day.” 
 
Bill twisted her straight, wavy hair into a knot and dragged her toward the hallway. Rae, who had been fervently giving Bill head with all sorts of techniques– fondling the balls with her hands, spitting onto his tip for lubricant, deepthroating it with her hands around his waist– had managed to extract a couple more ejaculations up until this point. But Bill wasn’t the type to be serviced until the end of the night. If things were finishing, it would be on his terms. 
 
He moved her down the hallway, planning to get the two back into her room before a better idea came to mind. Seeing Rae crawl on all fours down the carpeted corridor, he wanted to humiliate her even more. He hadn’t realized that throughout the entire day, everyone in the house had been seeing their depraved sexual activities, so he wanted to leave them with a good going-off present. 
 
“Go on bitch. On all fours.” 
 
Bill let her lead the way back to her room. Rae, enamored at this point, followed orders without question. 
 
“S-sir?!”
 
As she reached the door, Rae yelped as she felt his burly hands wrap around her narrow waist. Her face was pushed down, cheek to ground, as she felt a foot press up against the back of her head. She stiffened as spit fell down onto her asshole.
 
“Let’s show the others what’s in store if they ever want to come visit me,” Bill huffed. 
 
“Uooghhho oOOOGH !”
 
Rae let out an uncharacteristically pig-like groan as Bill’s cock plowed into her ass. Though her pussy, mouth, and tits had been well used at this point, like a second-hand fleshlight, the feeling of the tight cavity was completely new. Though he wasn’t able to plunder her virginity, he was able to take her anal one instead. 
 
Rae’s shrieks turned into sobs, vibrating the walls of the house with their desperation. The others, who had thought it was well over at this point, froze up again.
 
“Cheap ass whore, all dressed up for me,” Bill grunted, “Fucking take it! Beg me for it!”
 
Rae’s cries interrupted her beg, but it came out fairly clearly regardless. “P-please, give me your perfect white cock. I’m just a useless Filipino slut born for you to use.”
 
Hearing her demean herself verbally for the first time tonight, combined with taking her anal virginity for the first time tonight, caused Bill to erupt the fastest he’s done all session. The cum flooded her asshole. It puckered weakly as Bill pulled out, dribbling over her cunt and onto the floor. 
 
Bill wiped a sweat from his brow. He grabbed Rae’s hair and leaned her face against the door, ass still sticking out. She was long gone, wavering in and out of consciousness midway through the cum filling her holes. Anyone looking down the hallway would see the dark woman leaning against her doorway, asshole gaping with freshly churned semen. 
 
Let the housemates clean up, he thought. He looked down the hallway to see pairs of eyes peering through cracks in the door. 
 
“Y’all got this right? Dunno where your paper towels are, if you’ve even got them. Lick it off the floor for all I care.” Bill had a good laugh at that one. He would be content to learn later that while wiping down the house, all of them at some point couldn’t suppress their curiosity and ended up doing exactly as he said, running a finger over the white stains over their furniture and tasting it themselves. Miyoung even went as far as trying it from Rae’s asshole, fixating on the lewd juice. 
 
Wiping a sweat from his brow, Bill took a lap around the house to gather his stuff. He walked by the living room, damp and musty with sweat and slick. He moved into the restroom, seeing pubes and piss all over the seat. And he finished by the kitchen, seeing saliva and cum all over the tile floors. 
 
They’ve got their work cut out for them.
