The crowd of people marched down the street. Black men raised their fists and chanted, "We gonna kill these crackers! We gonna kill these cops! Kill all white people!" Tensions were high, but people marched forward. I was in the crowd wondering how I let myself get into this mess, I only wanted to march for justice, but now they're talking about killing people!? I tried to escape from the crowd, but it was too dense. People pushed against me some had guns raised in the air, and others had makeshift weapons at their sides.
The sound of gunfire erupted right next to me. Somebody must have fired a weapon nearby. I didn't see anyone shoot; however, that's how they killed Alton Sterling earlier today. I froze in my tracks, A large black man tackled a cop and began caving his skull in with a hammer. The cop screamed out in pain as blood dripped onto the ground beneath him. Another officer ran up to them and started shooting randomly while yelling obscenities.
As the chaos unfolded and I was somehow able to get away from the violent crowd and went into a McDonald's. The riot was unfolding on the TV screens, I watched helplessly. I marched to help, but this isn't what I wanted. That's when I remembered why this happened in the first place. An innocent black man was shot by his girlfriend's ******** when it was discovered that she was pregnant with his baby, and the cops were caught trying to cover it up! It doesn't matter how I feel. The black community was wronged by my people, It's slavery all over again. I opened my phone and the group chat was going wild. They were holding up in an abandoned apartment building trying to tend to the wounded. I decided to go there to help.
The building was dark inside. Bloody handprints stained the walls, bullet holes peppered the floors, and the smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils. I walked through the lobby with a pounding heart, not knowing what would happen. I heard noises inside one of the units, so I opened the door. Several black men were gathered around a few men who had been shot. I noticed they weren't moving much but two other guys appeared to be helping them. I approached them and said hello before noticing something wasn't right.
"Where is everybody?"
"It's the race war, bitch! It popped off!"
He brandished a gun and pointed it at my face. "No!" I said, "I'm on your side! I'm here to help!"
The man gave an evil smile, "I got a way for you to help these niggas, they are dying and that is fucked up, and it's your people that did it, so you gotta keep their memory alive, you know what I mean?"
"I...I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"You gotta let these dyin' niggas knock you up, you stupid bitch."
My heart sank, "Wh-What?! You're insane!"
"Nah, I'm just trying to save some black lives. Let 'em have a little bit of love, and this whole thing will be over in no time."
I gave it some thought. I could feel my panties becoming wet. I wanted to do it. Like, I REALLY wanted to do it. "I can't, my boyfriend will find out."
"You got 9 months to worry 'about that, bitch. Now hop on a nigga dick!"
"But I-"
"I said get on that nigga dick!"
He pointed his gun at my head. I quickly began taking off my clothes. In reality, I wanted this. It was a new experience for me since I'd never had sex with a black man before, but I wanted to. I have a subscription to Blacked.com, and I watch interracial porn on 4chan all day while my boyfriend is at work. Once I was completely naked, the man with the gun grabbed my hips and dropped his pants. He forced himself inside me, which wasn't difficult given how wet I was. The gun he pressed against the back of my head made me even wetter. Soon, I was surrounded by several men with their dicks out. The pain of having my pussy stretched out aside, I found myself liking it more than anything else. I wanted to stay here forever, and have sex until I die!
"Beg for this nut, white bitch!"
"Please, cum inside me! Give me a black baby!"
The men in the room shouted.
"Oh shit! This bitch really 'bout it!"
Another man said, "Damn, nigga! Let me have a turn."
I learned to talk dirty from porn on 4chan. I think they liked it.
"Knock me up! Give me your babies, you fucking nigger!"
He face turned to anger. "What the fuck you just said!?" He pistol-whipped me in the side of the face. I fell to the ground and his dick popped out of me. I raised my hands to defend myself as he jumped on top of me.
"Ayy! That's enough! Fuck what she sayin' nigga! Fuck a baby into this racist bitch!"
"Yeah, you're right."
He grabbed my waist with his bloody hands and shoved his dick back inside me. He fucked me with a ferocity I'd never seen before. I felt his dick beat my cervix again, and again. I had angered him had was paying for it, he was now ****** me and my womb cried out for his seed.
I spoke, even though his thrusts took my breath away and impeded my speech. "Imbregnade me! Fiw me ub wid your sberm!"
"Shut the fuck up! Racist bitch!" I could feel the warmth as his seed spit forth into my gaping hole. His friend stepped forward and put his hand around my throat. They laughed at me, he slapped my face
"I don't like yo mouth bitch, your mine next!"
He strangled me as he fucked me. At some point, I came the hardest most intense orgasm and passed out. When I came to, I was being fucked by a different man. My pussy was sore, and I could barely breathe, my neck was sore. They fucked me for hours until we could hear someone beating on the door.
The police crashed through the door and shot every black man in the room. Intense anger welled up inside me, but my body was weak as the paramedics soon carted me into an ambulance and took me to the hospital.
They patched up my face, and a nurse talked to me about a **** kit. She told me it would help identify the men who assaulted me so they can be prosecuted accordingly. It sounded nice, but it made no difference now that they were all dead. I told her, it was a gift as I longingly held my belly. She gave me a strange look.
"A...Are you sure? At least let us clean you up."
"No! Those police killed those men! My revenge will be to have their baby. So many people died today, but one of those men will live on through me. Black Lives Matter! Black Lives Matter!" I stood up and began weakly chanting, the nurse shook her head and left the room.
I got my clothes on and left the hospital, I made my way home, my boyfriend was already asleep. I knew he would have questions after seeing my battered face, but it was my secret. An even bigger secret was taking root in my belly, Sorry, but you're going to raise a mixed baby for me. I had no intention of stopping. Being *****, being beaten by black men, being forced to have their babies. This was my calling in life. After this baby is born, I'll break down and tell my boyfriend that I was ***** and didn't have the heart to tell him, but it will happen again. And again. And again. And again.
Black Lives Matter!
The sound of gunfire erupted right next to me. Somebody must have fired a weapon nearby. I didn't see anyone shoot; however, that's how they killed Alton Sterling earlier today. I froze in my tracks, A large black man tackled a cop and began caving his skull in with a hammer. The cop screamed out in pain as blood dripped onto the ground beneath him. Another officer ran up to them and started shooting randomly while yelling obscenities.
As the chaos unfolded and I was somehow able to get away from the violent crowd and went into a McDonald's. The riot was unfolding on the TV screens, I watched helplessly. I marched to help, but this isn't what I wanted. That's when I remembered why this happened in the first place. An innocent black man was shot by his girlfriend's ******** when it was discovered that she was pregnant with his baby, and the cops were caught trying to cover it up! It doesn't matter how I feel. The black community was wronged by my people, It's slavery all over again. I opened my phone and the group chat was going wild. They were holding up in an abandoned apartment building trying to tend to the wounded. I decided to go there to help.
The building was dark inside. Bloody handprints stained the walls, bullet holes peppered the floors, and the smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils. I walked through the lobby with a pounding heart, not knowing what would happen. I heard noises inside one of the units, so I opened the door. Several black men were gathered around a few men who had been shot. I noticed they weren't moving much but two other guys appeared to be helping them. I approached them and said hello before noticing something wasn't right.
"Where is everybody?"
"It's the race war, bitch! It popped off!"
He brandished a gun and pointed it at my face. "No!" I said, "I'm on your side! I'm here to help!"
The man gave an evil smile, "I got a way for you to help these niggas, they are dying and that is fucked up, and it's your people that did it, so you gotta keep their memory alive, you know what I mean?"
"I...I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"You gotta let these dyin' niggas knock you up, you stupid bitch."
My heart sank, "Wh-What?! You're insane!"
"Nah, I'm just trying to save some black lives. Let 'em have a little bit of love, and this whole thing will be over in no time."
I gave it some thought. I could feel my panties becoming wet. I wanted to do it. Like, I REALLY wanted to do it. "I can't, my boyfriend will find out."
"You got 9 months to worry 'about that, bitch. Now hop on a nigga dick!"
"But I-"
"I said get on that nigga dick!"
He pointed his gun at my head. I quickly began taking off my clothes. In reality, I wanted this. It was a new experience for me since I'd never had sex with a black man before, but I wanted to. I have a subscription to Blacked.com, and I watch interracial porn on 4chan all day while my boyfriend is at work. Once I was completely naked, the man with the gun grabbed my hips and dropped his pants. He forced himself inside me, which wasn't difficult given how wet I was. The gun he pressed against the back of my head made me even wetter. Soon, I was surrounded by several men with their dicks out. The pain of having my pussy stretched out aside, I found myself liking it more than anything else. I wanted to stay here forever, and have sex until I die!
"Beg for this nut, white bitch!"
"Please, cum inside me! Give me a black baby!"
The men in the room shouted.
"Oh shit! This bitch really 'bout it!"
Another man said, "Damn, nigga! Let me have a turn."
I learned to talk dirty from porn on 4chan. I think they liked it.
"Knock me up! Give me your babies, you fucking nigger!"
He face turned to anger. "What the fuck you just said!?" He pistol-whipped me in the side of the face. I fell to the ground and his dick popped out of me. I raised my hands to defend myself as he jumped on top of me.
"Ayy! That's enough! Fuck what she sayin' nigga! Fuck a baby into this racist bitch!"
"Yeah, you're right."
He grabbed my waist with his bloody hands and shoved his dick back inside me. He fucked me with a ferocity I'd never seen before. I felt his dick beat my cervix again, and again. I had angered him had was paying for it, he was now ****** me and my womb cried out for his seed.
I spoke, even though his thrusts took my breath away and impeded my speech. "Imbregnade me! Fiw me ub wid your sberm!"
"Shut the fuck up! Racist bitch!" I could feel the warmth as his seed spit forth into my gaping hole. His friend stepped forward and put his hand around my throat. They laughed at me, he slapped my face
"I don't like yo mouth bitch, your mine next!"
He strangled me as he fucked me. At some point, I came the hardest most intense orgasm and passed out. When I came to, I was being fucked by a different man. My pussy was sore, and I could barely breathe, my neck was sore. They fucked me for hours until we could hear someone beating on the door.
The police crashed through the door and shot every black man in the room. Intense anger welled up inside me, but my body was weak as the paramedics soon carted me into an ambulance and took me to the hospital.
They patched up my face, and a nurse talked to me about a **** kit. She told me it would help identify the men who assaulted me so they can be prosecuted accordingly. It sounded nice, but it made no difference now that they were all dead. I told her, it was a gift as I longingly held my belly. She gave me a strange look.
"A...Are you sure? At least let us clean you up."
"No! Those police killed those men! My revenge will be to have their baby. So many people died today, but one of those men will live on through me. Black Lives Matter! Black Lives Matter!" I stood up and began weakly chanting, the nurse shook her head and left the room.
I got my clothes on and left the hospital, I made my way home, my boyfriend was already asleep. I knew he would have questions after seeing my battered face, but it was my secret. An even bigger secret was taking root in my belly, Sorry, but you're going to raise a mixed baby for me. I had no intention of stopping. Being *****, being beaten by black men, being forced to have their babies. This was my calling in life. After this baby is born, I'll break down and tell my boyfriend that I was ***** and didn't have the heart to tell him, but it will happen again. And again. And again. And again.
Black Lives Matter!
