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Blacked Hypnosis
Over two hours has passed as the little conservative house wife stared at her laptop screen... Her body aroused, and her eyes glazed. A link was sent via Facebook by one of the other wives at her church. All she saw was a swirling symbol... As her subconscious awakened it began to play hardcore videos of white wives, *********, sisters, and mothers giving testimonials about their conversions to ‘black only’ before being bred by ebony gods. Images of African Adonises adorned the screen again and again... Her own womb tingling as she watched. The mantra of the video kept repeating... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
Her world was being changed... Attraction to any white males dying... Attraction to black men and women increasing...
Malik's Blackr app went off, the handsome executive only a mile away in the upperclass neighborhood. The app was free to Zulu Brotherhood members. The familiar chime made the sadistic 40 something male grin impishly, eager to ruin another white ******, the hypnotic link calling out to the bulls in the region. Accepting the response, he drove to the address listed and knocked on the front door of Emily's lavish home.
Hypnotized Emily had been curious about the gossip that had been going around amongst the wives in her church. The petite redhead prided herself on being in the loop, and was eager to click on anything sent to her. With her husband gone on a business trip, the bored wife had plenty of time on her hands, and what better way to spend it than to get well-acquainted with what was going on on Facebook? She hadn’t been told of the content of the video, of course, and she found herself oddly entranced by the whole thing. In fact, the longer she watched, the more intrigued that she was by the content. After the first hour, she felt her cotton panties starting to dampen gently between her legs, and not long after, her hands began to wander over her body, running over her thighs as her hazel eyes were locked onto the screen.
She felt her mind slipping into the video, the message imprinting onto the naive wife. She had never even seen another man naked, other than her husband, and yet here she was, watching white wives and their ********* being converted into black cock worshiping sluts. Poor Emily she couldn't bring herself to look away.
That is, of course, until she heard the knock on her door!
Turning with a start, the redhead glanced over her shoulder for a moment before standing, making her way over to the door. The door opened it slowly… Enthralled Emily feeling her damp panties rubbing between her heated thighs, hidden beneath a light green sundress as she looked on at the man on her doorstep. His dark skin was a stark contrast to her freckled, pale face and his frame towering over her own as she looked up at him. “Good afternoon… How may I help you, Sir?” She uttered, her mouth seeming to move on its own and produce words reflexively. The poor woman was brainwashed with new protocol when she encountered an ebony god or goddess.
Malik was so much taller than the tiny fiery redhead... The top of her head just below the top of his broad shoulders. Smirking down at her, he was in black dress pants and a crimson shirt with a dark tie. He knew how vulnerable white, Asian, and latin women were after watching the video... The strange video had the opposite effect on white men making most impotent and some others take their own lives. A significant part of their will was taken from them - their inferior lesser minds unable to resist the implanted ideas that saturated their thoughts permanently.
"My name is Malik, white girl... Let me in... Unless you're racist... You're not racist, are you...?" The sadistic male asked, knowing how powerful the white guilt instilled in the video's victims was. He had a small amount of facial hair, his dark head of short hair salt and pepper colored. Just two weeks before he violently used a pregnant white woman so hard he aborted her white baby.
...After giving her a new black one the corrupted woman had never been happier!
Mesmerized Emily took a moment to examine the man at her door. Her freckled, porcelain face scanned over the much larger person who stood before her, and after she had looked over his manner of dress, she turned her hazel gaze towards his face. She could only look up at him, as she was quite a bit smaller than he was, and she felt a sort of majesty as she did so. Her husband was fairly short and seeing a man so much larger than herself only helped to further the intrigue that the video had planted in the white wife's mind. As he introduced himself, Emily found herself biting gently on her bottom lip, although she caught herself in the action and tried to play it off as the man requested to come inside.
“Oh, of course not! All people are welcome in my home...” The tiny wife almost whimpered out, the idea of displeasing him making a pit form in her stomach. She stepped aside to allow Malik to enter her home, her wedding band gleaming in the sunlight from the door. The house was well-decorated and very cozy, with perfectly arranged seating around a fireplace in the sitting room, a large dining room with an elegant chandelier, and a rustic rug that lead towards a staircase heading to the upper level. She waited for him to step inside, giving him room to stand in, and she closed the door behind him, smiling politely at the man. 'What brings you to my home today?'
Malik sneered... The white wife so amusingly open to suggestion by the dominant ebony male. Casually, he sat down on her sofa and noticed the laptop there. She lacked the ability to pause the video or shut the laptop... Another conversion playing as a white wife proudly gave her testimonial that she accepted her new ebony gods and allowed them to dispose of her white husband and teenage son. Grinning from ear to ear, he pointed to the floor right in front of him and stared into her submissive hazel eyes. "I was curious if you understood a white woman's place... I see from what you are watching you must..." Malik explained, testing how obedient she was.
Just as he finished speaking the white girl in the video was penetrated from behind, through her tears crying out the video’s mantra... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
Emily watched from the entryway as the man made his way into the living area, sitting down on a comfortable leather sofa in front of the laptop. The pale wife's face turned a deeper shade of red as she realized that he would see what she had been watching… Yet, the corrupted white wife let out a sigh of relief as he spoke, his words not judging her for watching such a thing. She hadn't yet clued in to the possibility that he was here because of the video – her mind completely open to all forms of suggestion that came from an ebony god like Malik.
Slowly making her way into the room, Emily stood next to the table, between Malik and the laptop. With glazed eyes she looked at the man on the couch, her hazel eyes expressing how effective the brainwashing had been, and within a moment, the wife was on her knees in front of the man as the woman on the laptop had the black cock slide into her body from behind… The mantra echoing through the room as the redhead looked up at Malik from between his legs, her sundress loose enough to display the tops of Emily's soft, pale breasts and the white bra that she wore to hold them. Black is better… Black is better… Black is better…
Corrupted Emily said nothing as she knelt on the floor, only gazing up at Malik with subservient eyes, her hands sitting on her knees and the sound of the woman getting fucked behind her filling her mind, leaving her legs trembling.
Dominant Malik stared down into her glazed eyes with his dominant dark chocolate ones. Those large dark hands began unbuckling his belt... The metallic sound of him undoing the front of his pants filling her ears. Reaching in, he fished out the 11" throbbing ebony monolith that would now become her central focus of worship. A thick bead of precum formed at the tip as it laid across his lap... Her dainty fingers would barely be able to fit around the turgid tool. Reaching out, he grasped the back of her head firmly and brought her in... Her lips barely an inch from the tip as she breathed his virile scent in. He was almost three times the size of her pathetic white husband.
Would she... Use her mouth? That was considered disgusting to an upstanding Christian like her. But, perhaps she finally encountered a cock worth sucking...?
"Girl... What is a white girl's purpose...?" The sadistic man asked with a lecherous smirk.
The glazed, hazel eyes that gazed back up at Malik were seemingly devoid of much thought. After all, the laptop behind her was doing all of the thinking that this petite wife could need. The line played through her head, over and over, the moaning of the woman filling her mind with promises of pleasure. She watched idly as the dark-skinned guest undid his belt and freed his massive ebony shaft from its confines, her eyes growing wide as she saw it laying across his lap. She had never seen a cock like this before the video, and she had not imagined that she would be seeing one in person...
The red-haired wife was easily guided by Malik's hand, her tiny body not putting up any resistance as he pulled her head in towards his musky ebony cock. The bead of precum that drooled from the tip nearly rubbed onto her face as she was positioned so close, and each breath she took filled her lungs with the scent of the chocolate monolith. The potent scent left her body shivering. Em gazed up at the dominant ebony stud who sat on her couch, her eyes wide and her face blushing... This was her place. Black is better. The video still played behind her, driving her desire, and she spoke with a lust-filled, almost monotonous voice. “A white girl's purpose is to be bred by superior black cock, Sir…”
As she spoke, twisted Emily slowly moved her head closer to the precum drooling onyx cock. The idea was once disgusting to her, and she felt her inner self trying to fight against what was happening… After all, she was a good Christian wife with a loving white husband… How could this temptation overcome her weak mind so easily? Even with such an inner conflict, however, the redhead found herself opening her lips and licking at the head of the massive shaft with her tiny tongue wantonly. An aroused muffled moan came from her lips, lapping up the precum that oozed out as her sex flooded beneath her dress. Before long, she had her hands wrapped around as much of the ebony breeding rod as she could, stroking it as she licked at the thick domed head, her lips slowly sliding over until it was entirely in her mouth.
Malik grunted softly, staring down into her eyes... Watching her at war with herself within. Watching her subconscious control her so easily. Only the glimmer of her wedding band against his pulsating ebony godcock took his gaze for a moment. More precum followed, rewarding her efforts as she stroked the base and mouthed the tip... He needed covered in her saliva if he was going to successfully take the tight little white wife. Stroking her fiery red hair, he growled hotly in pleasure before hoisting her up a bit making her lay across the black leather sofa. With her head in his lap he allowed her to resume as one of those large dark hands lifted the bottom of her sundress and slide down the back of panties.
One of his thick ebony digits began to rub at her swollen pink pearl, her hot nectar leaking generously from her as he increased the pace as a reward.
Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
"Mmn... Mrs. Arlington, is it...?" The Nubian lord asked, having noticed the ****** name plate on the front door. Giving her cute ass a playful slap, he spoke sternly to her.
"White girls are for breeding... White boys are for snuffing. Say it." He hissed, making the now dishonest wife betray her husband in more ways than mere cheating.
The redhead muffled hotly, “White boys… For snuffing… White girls… For breeding…” Her new outlook made her consider being allowed to suck a black dick as a privilege, but they chance to be bred... She shuddered at the thought. It was not her desire to be given the gift of a black child in her belly, hopefully several if she earned it. Em wasn’t about to waste this opportunity to prove herself. She leaned in and nuzzled her face into his heavy dark sack. The musky scent on them was overpowering, the pheromones they produced having been enhanced to drive white girl’s wild was lust. Her nose pressed into the crease between his sack and thigh, while her warm, pink tongue bathed his balls and her lips on them. She rubbed her whole face over his balls and then started licking her way up his shaft, exploring every bump and vein.
Her pussy was soaking wet and aching to be touched, but she knew better. Her priority was to concentrate on his pleasure, not her own. The cheating wife reached his big, domed head and swirled her pink tongue around the ridge while looking up at him, then swiped a big glob of sweet precum from the tip, before pushing her soft pouty lips over it and rubbing her tongue against the underside as she continued stroking him.
Her new lover watched as a thick bead of precum formed at the tip to reward her... A steady flow beading slowly down the tip to the underside as he watched her becoming aroused at the thought of her little white tummy beginning to swell with her first black baby... Her conservative parents' white bloodlines ending with a single eruption of African godseed, blackening it forever.
Soon, about a dozen big black cocks would use her hot throat, wanton pink sex, or her tight little ass... Her role in life to drain every nigger’s balls of their superior cum.
The mantra would be in her dreams now... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better. She would never be allowed to get herself off without chanting it...
Obedient Emily sucked on the just the tip for a minute and then got to work. A big fat black dick like this needed more than just the head sucked on. She began to bob her head on him, working her way deeper as her spit and his precum was smeared all over his shaft, making it nice and slick. She used her hands in conjunction, playing with his balls and stroking the lower portion of his cock. Her pouty lips were stretched tightly around its thickness and it was soon bumping against the back of her throat. That didn’t stop her though. She knew she was expected to do better. She started pushing deeper, even as it made her gag and choke. Every time she struggled to push her lips a little farther down as she slobbered messily on his ebony pole, slick goo hanging from her chin and his balls.
Her ebony master continued to use her, hot saliva leaking down his dark swollen sack as he stared down with sadistic glazed eyes. His hand assisted, firmly pressing down to make her take more and more... Knowing she was barely able to breath. At last, she arrived at the base... Her cute nose pushed against his neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair. Freezing a moment, he stared down to see if she would panic... Balk as she was denied air... Or, would she submit and accept going unconscious...? Just as she looked faint he suddenly pulled out of her tight throat, a loud lewd wet pop being heard as he let her catch her breath. Pushing her down again his hips would begin to roll, eager to fuck that tight little throat of hers as he growled hotly... Snarls of pleasure coming from him as he bathed her tongue in more and more precum.
Little Em moved her hands out of the way as her mouth reached farther and farther down. She placed them on his thigh, but never once pushed back as she stuffed his black cock down her tight throat. That was a beginner mistake and was long gone after so much training. She offered no resistance as he used her in the way she was intended. Why fight nature? This was how it was supposed to be. The simple fact that he was black, and she was white, meant he had every right to use her however he wished while she had no rights at all.
As her nose pressed into his pubes and he held her there, she simply looked up at him with her watering eyes, her hands dropping from his thighs to her own to show she had no intention of struggling. He might keep her there until she passed out...or until she suffocated. Her fate was in his hands. After a good long time, her vision starting to blur, he yanked her yank, coughing and gasping as air rushed into her lungs. They relief was only a few seconds though and then he was back in her mouth, holding her head still while he fucked her face with long, deep, thrust. Her nose bumped his lower abdomen every time, his pubes tickling it, while his balls smacked her chin, slobber and snot and tears running down her face.
The ebony lord used her tight little mouth and throat for ten more minutes... The toned black male evolved from shivers to violent shaking, preparing to release... Growling... Snarling... Grunting... Her African lover stared down into her beautiful eyes, knowing he saw her as nothing but a living toy. This was her fate and would soon be her little sister's... Soon all white girls. Emily was becoming the perfect little race traitor as her nose pushed against that toned six pack... Those heavy balls draining as he erupted in her hot little mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum coated her throat, mouth, and tongue... It was her duty to swallow it all or risk Malik's displeasure as he held her lovely head, enjoying her teary doe-like eyes. That thick musk... So addicting... Rewarded her with an overwhelming amount of it as he breathed hard.
There the little race traitor knelt, accepting the heavy face fucking, trying to breathe through her nose when she could, without the slightest sign of complaint or even dislike. In fact, as she looked up at him with her bright hazel eyes, the expression on her face was one of gratitude. She felt alive and filled with the kind of happiness that could come from fully realizing your place in the universe, your purpose. This, right here, right now, was why she existed. To please black men. It was her calling, her duty, and she felt lucky that they had seen fit to bestow it upon her. Without them, she would be nothing, useless. Then, when he was ready and not a moment before, he graced her with the greatest gift of all, his potent seed. She felt it approaching. His thrusts became more urgent, his grunts more animalistic, his cock swelling even harder. Then he crammed himself down her throat and groaned loudly as his cock began to throb. Hot, gooey ropes of thick, sticky nigger jizz blasted into her throat.
She dutifully began gulping, taking it down as fast as she could, but the torrent soon overwhelmed her and backed up into her nose. She coughed once, and globs trickled out of her nose and ran down over her upper lip. His orgasm seemed to last a minute or longer, her cheeks puffing out as her mouth filled with backed up cum. When he was down, she sucked on her gently, milking out any remainder. He slid out and she tilted her head back, mouth open so he could see the creamy pool of spunk in her mouth. She didn’t swallow though, she gurgled it, slurping up what spilled over her lip as she waited for permission.
At last, he gave it… The little redhead letting out a heated moan as she swallowed.
Malik breathed hard… His heart racing, but beginning to slow as Emily continued to worship him… Her obedient tongue licking and caressing every inch of the ebony tool she managed to take down her tight white throat. The semi-erect black pillar was resurrecting… Only a few moments later, he beckoned to her. Grinning, he patted his lap. "Tell me, what's the purpose of white women...?"
Brainwashed Emily smiled warmly and moved her much smaller body into his lap, draping her legs over his. "To end the white race with blacked wombs." She purred softly, kissing his muscular neck and broad shoulder.
Her lover sneered, his toned ebony flesh against her... His large dark hand sliding under her skirt and down the front of her panties to rub at her swollen pink pearl as he whispered hotly to her. "Mmn... Such a wise little race traitor... You need a black baby, don't you...? I bet you'll be laying on your back staring at the little swell growing in your white tummy as you rub your clit... Thinking about how you snuffed out your white bloodline forever."
The newly christened race traitor groaned, her legs spreading obediently. She took a slow breath, her eye closing slightly as she lets the pleasure of his heavy fingers against her womanhood bring a soft buzz of pleasure to the back of her head.
She whispered. "My only regret is that I don't have a white ******** to teach how to service black god cock." She purred as her fingers trailed down her own belly, flat, but ready to receive a child forced upon her by his superior black cock.
The dominant Nubian snickered, nipping her ear. "Mmn... Do you have a sister...? It is important to sacrifice her and ensure your bloodline ends..." Malik told her, rubbing faster as her hot nectar flowed making it warmer and slicker. “You’ll spiked your father, brother, and hubby’s drinks with the sterilization cocktail... Don't you want to see a black baby swelling in her tummy too...?" The evil man insisted, eager to force Em to give him everything.
The pampered white girl took a slow shaking breath, her chest heaving as she whispered under her breath. "Should... should I go call her?" Emily’s mind was so vulnerable to all suggestions from him. She asked gently, her soft hands pawing at his chest lewdly, running slowly over his muscles, flesh separated only by the thin shirt. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him. "Or, should I service you first?" She questioned, her hips slowly grinding against his groin, lewdly begging for attention.
Malik chuckled, whispering his wicked machinations into her ear huskily. "Mmn... No, no... Right now...? You're going to cum on my fingers like a good white bitch..." Her new told her, rubbing faster and harder at the swollen nub. "White girls are for breeding... White boys are for disposal... Say it." Malik instructed.
Her body was on fire, her toes curling. She quivered, her back arching as she cooed in pleasure, her entire body quivering as she rode his fingers. "Oh, God..." She stammered closing her eyes tightly as she began to buck her hips frantically forward. "White girls are for breeding!" Her breath caught in her chest as she twitched hard almost squealing the last words as she exploded on his fingers, splattering his fingers with her sweet juices as her leg twitched like a happy dog. "White boys are for disposal. Fuck white people…!" She almost yelled.
The ebony god felt her gush against his fingers, a sinister smile on his handsome face as he nipped her earlobe, practically cooing to her to bring her down from her high. "Mmn... Mrs. Arlington, you need fucked, don't you...? Are you on birth control, white girl...?" The wicked man asked, pulling his fingers from her wanton sex and bringing them to her mouth to clean.
Broken Emily looked up at him and nodded frantically, wordlessly unable to speak as her arousal overtook her. The only sound that came out of her was a slow whimpering moan as she arched her back and quivered with hot need. She shook her head, so proud. “I’m allergic to the pill… My husband uses condoms…” Em whimpered.
She would a proper black supremacist, ready to do anything to service his black god cock… Ready to breed and deny her husband and any white man access to her ever again. Her mouth wrapped around her fingers like a woman who had not eaten in a week, slurping at her own juices as she desperately tried to convince him to give her a black baby.
Powerful Malik pursed his dark lips as he instructed her. "Get up... Undress..." He ordered. The thick pulsating member in his lap with a bead of precum leaking from the tip rested on his muscular thigh. Unbuttoning the front of his shirt he ******* that beautiful black toned chest... "Climb on and rub me against your entrance... But, don't dare put me inside you yet, white girl..." He ordered sternly.
Em swallowed hard looking at the monstrous black shaft. Her hands were visibly shaking as they picked at her white blouse, the fabric fell away revealing her modest milk breasts and her flat toned belly. She turned around slowly and slid her skirt down over her hips, revealing her toned shapely ass to the massive wall of black muscle. She stood there, nude as he stroked himself, a mix of fear, lust, need, and heat beating in her chest as she climbed back onto his lap. "It's... It’s bigger than my forearm." She stammered quietly as she hefted the massive shaft with both hands. "I... I don't think I can take it." The little white girl whimpered.
Her new black owner felt her grasp him in her small hand... Her fingertips barely able to fully wrap around it as it throbbed. As she squatted over him, he pulled her back to his toned chest... Putting his larger hand over hers he rubbed the thick domed head of the ebony godcock up and down her pink wanton sex.
"Mmn... It is... It is going to ruin you for white men... White girl, you need this, don't you… Embracing white inferiority and black superiority... You need to prove how much you want it..." The evil man told her, rolling his lips and finding her entrance. Pushing his hips just barely up he began to impale her with just the tip before halting. "Emily... I decided your white boyfriend has to go... You don't mind if my boys and I snuff him, do you...?" Malik suggested, ensuring she truly sacrificed everything to her new black gods.
Little Em whimpered loudly, arching her back as she felt the fat head of the thick nigger dick stroke against her clit and over her wet labia. She shivered her mouth opening and closing as her lust slowly overcame her. "Fu... Fu... Fuck." The once honest white wife stammered listening to his words as she worked her hips back and forth, grinding herself against the head of the dark shaft as it slipped into her. She whimpered again as his hips stopped, holding her in place, making her sacrifice everything to him. "I don't care, give me a black baby I'll do anything, anything for you." She cried out, almost sobbing as she tried to press herself down on him, but his powerful large hands held her in place like iron.
Her corruptor rewarded her capitulation by slamming her downward with a deep growl of pleasure as he impaled her. Making her take half of him he hit against her cervix as he held her hips... Grasping her under her knees he'd lift her up and force her back down on the throbbing ebony member. Each thrust made her take more of him as he pushed passed her meek twitching cervix and entered her fertile womb! Stretching her, he was ruining her for any weak white boy in the future, but now that Emily met Malik... Somehow both knew she would never, ever take a white man again. Suddenly, his tip kissed against the wall of her womb as she rested against those swollen black balls... The white girl took it all!
The little race traitor screamed, her entire body convulsing violently as the massive black stud lifted her and slammed her down on his monstrous impaling pole. Pain and pleasure mixed inside her head and ripped through her sole as her womanhood clenched down on the massive invader trying to keep it out of her. Her body failed of course as his rock-hard maleness hammered into her opening her, resizing her small body. She arched her back hard, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her fingers scrambled to hold onto something. He WAS SO FUCKING BIG. She stammered something, but it was just a stupid slur of wordless noises as she came like a street walking whore, drenching his lap with her own juices as she tried to control herself and failed completely.
Black… is… better…
The broken Em bounced her up and down on his lap... The tiny white girl was a toy for him to get himself off... The entire white race was... Their population steadily declined as more white girls abandoned their inferior men. She needed that black baby... That heavy ebony sack hitting against her swollen with the virile seed that would end her white bloodline forever and snuff out her white genes. She would be the last person with white skin in her ****** as the black man stretched her tiny little pink sex. Growling hotly, he continued to fuck her violently... After a while, he was beginning to shiver... Malik would fill her soon. "Aaah...! Beg me to... Aah... Breed you, white bitch..." He snarled viciously, giving her cute white ass a stinging slap. "Aaah... Heh... Thank me for snuffing your white boyfriend..." The evil man commanded.
Every single thrust caused her entire body to jerk, bounce, and quiver with pleasure as she was pushed beyond anything she ever thought possible. She whimpered as he hammered at her womb like she was little more than a hole for him to satisfy himself with. And to be honest she would be happy if that was all she was. She had ever experienced anything like this.
She had been reduced to nothing but a mewing quivering mess as she desperately clung to him. "Fhhhuuuckk." She cried out, cumming again, her count lost, her legs sore. "Breed me! Breed me! Please! Murder by white husband and black my womb! End my fucking race!" She sobbed violently.
He would reward her permission to ruin her with what she craved the most... Hammering against her again and again her inner thighs and cute white ass would be bruised for days from how violent he was with her. His shivering transitioned into violent shaking as he rutted upward against her all the while slamming her downward. Every muscle on his toned black body began to tighten as he arched his back and lifted her upward.
Snarling, growling, grunting... The ebony male erupted inside of her unprotected white womb! Shot after shot of thick African godseed saturated and overflowed her. Deep inside of her millions of Nubian swimmers swarmed her fertile egg... The strongest impaling it within moments and ending Emily's white bloodline forever.
Little Emily did not think of the fate awaiting her inferior white husband – all she could think of was the pleasure of the black godcock thundering into her. She sobbed violently, lost between pleasure, pain, satisfaction, and humiliation. She twitched as she felt the hot ropes of his superior god seed hammer against her womb and flood her eggs, promising a strong black child. Her legs finally gave out, her consciousness slipping away as her cunt clenched down on him desperately trying to hold him in now that her body had accepted it's place in this world, and it's place was now to worship black cock for the rest of her living days.
A week later, as her white husband returned home, he found in his den four ebony gods awaiting him…
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Blacked Hypnosis
Over two hours has passed as the little conservative house wife stared at her laptop screen... Her body aroused, and her eyes glazed. A link was sent via Facebook by one of the other wives at her church. All she saw was a swirling symbol... As her subconscious awakened it began to play hardcore videos of white wives, *********, sisters, and mothers giving testimonials about their conversions to ‘black only’ before being bred by ebony gods. Images of African Adonises adorned the screen again and again... Her own womb tingling as she watched. The mantra of the video kept repeating... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
Her world was being changed... Attraction to any white males dying... Attraction to black men and women increasing...
Malik's Blackr app went off, the handsome executive only a mile away in the upperclass neighborhood. The app was free to Zulu Brotherhood members. The familiar chime made the sadistic 40 something male grin impishly, eager to ruin another white ******, the hypnotic link calling out to the bulls in the region. Accepting the response, he drove to the address listed and knocked on the front door of Emily's lavish home.
Hypnotized Emily had been curious about the gossip that had been going around amongst the wives in her church. The petite redhead prided herself on being in the loop, and was eager to click on anything sent to her. With her husband gone on a business trip, the bored wife had plenty of time on her hands, and what better way to spend it than to get well-acquainted with what was going on on Facebook? She hadn’t been told of the content of the video, of course, and she found herself oddly entranced by the whole thing. In fact, the longer she watched, the more intrigued that she was by the content. After the first hour, she felt her cotton panties starting to dampen gently between her legs, and not long after, her hands began to wander over her body, running over her thighs as her hazel eyes were locked onto the screen.
She felt her mind slipping into the video, the message imprinting onto the naive wife. She had never even seen another man naked, other than her husband, and yet here she was, watching white wives and their ********* being converted into black cock worshiping sluts. Poor Emily she couldn't bring herself to look away.
That is, of course, until she heard the knock on her door!
Turning with a start, the redhead glanced over her shoulder for a moment before standing, making her way over to the door. The door opened it slowly… Enthralled Emily feeling her damp panties rubbing between her heated thighs, hidden beneath a light green sundress as she looked on at the man on her doorstep. His dark skin was a stark contrast to her freckled, pale face and his frame towering over her own as she looked up at him. “Good afternoon… How may I help you, Sir?” She uttered, her mouth seeming to move on its own and produce words reflexively. The poor woman was brainwashed with new protocol when she encountered an ebony god or goddess.
Malik was so much taller than the tiny fiery redhead... The top of her head just below the top of his broad shoulders. Smirking down at her, he was in black dress pants and a crimson shirt with a dark tie. He knew how vulnerable white, Asian, and latin women were after watching the video... The strange video had the opposite effect on white men making most impotent and some others take their own lives. A significant part of their will was taken from them - their inferior lesser minds unable to resist the implanted ideas that saturated their thoughts permanently.
"My name is Malik, white girl... Let me in... Unless you're racist... You're not racist, are you...?" The sadistic male asked, knowing how powerful the white guilt instilled in the video's victims was. He had a small amount of facial hair, his dark head of short hair salt and pepper colored. Just two weeks before he violently used a pregnant white woman so hard he aborted her white baby.
...After giving her a new black one the corrupted woman had never been happier!
Mesmerized Emily took a moment to examine the man at her door. Her freckled, porcelain face scanned over the much larger person who stood before her, and after she had looked over his manner of dress, she turned her hazel gaze towards his face. She could only look up at him, as she was quite a bit smaller than he was, and she felt a sort of majesty as she did so. Her husband was fairly short and seeing a man so much larger than herself only helped to further the intrigue that the video had planted in the white wife's mind. As he introduced himself, Emily found herself biting gently on her bottom lip, although she caught herself in the action and tried to play it off as the man requested to come inside.
“Oh, of course not! All people are welcome in my home...” The tiny wife almost whimpered out, the idea of displeasing him making a pit form in her stomach. She stepped aside to allow Malik to enter her home, her wedding band gleaming in the sunlight from the door. The house was well-decorated and very cozy, with perfectly arranged seating around a fireplace in the sitting room, a large dining room with an elegant chandelier, and a rustic rug that lead towards a staircase heading to the upper level. She waited for him to step inside, giving him room to stand in, and she closed the door behind him, smiling politely at the man. 'What brings you to my home today?'
Malik sneered... The white wife so amusingly open to suggestion by the dominant ebony male. Casually, he sat down on her sofa and noticed the laptop there. She lacked the ability to pause the video or shut the laptop... Another conversion playing as a white wife proudly gave her testimonial that she accepted her new ebony gods and allowed them to dispose of her white husband and teenage son. Grinning from ear to ear, he pointed to the floor right in front of him and stared into her submissive hazel eyes. "I was curious if you understood a white woman's place... I see from what you are watching you must..." Malik explained, testing how obedient she was.
Just as he finished speaking the white girl in the video was penetrated from behind, through her tears crying out the video’s mantra... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
Emily watched from the entryway as the man made his way into the living area, sitting down on a comfortable leather sofa in front of the laptop. The pale wife's face turned a deeper shade of red as she realized that he would see what she had been watching… Yet, the corrupted white wife let out a sigh of relief as he spoke, his words not judging her for watching such a thing. She hadn't yet clued in to the possibility that he was here because of the video – her mind completely open to all forms of suggestion that came from an ebony god like Malik.
Slowly making her way into the room, Emily stood next to the table, between Malik and the laptop. With glazed eyes she looked at the man on the couch, her hazel eyes expressing how effective the brainwashing had been, and within a moment, the wife was on her knees in front of the man as the woman on the laptop had the black cock slide into her body from behind… The mantra echoing through the room as the redhead looked up at Malik from between his legs, her sundress loose enough to display the tops of Emily's soft, pale breasts and the white bra that she wore to hold them. Black is better… Black is better… Black is better…
Corrupted Emily said nothing as she knelt on the floor, only gazing up at Malik with subservient eyes, her hands sitting on her knees and the sound of the woman getting fucked behind her filling her mind, leaving her legs trembling.
Dominant Malik stared down into her glazed eyes with his dominant dark chocolate ones. Those large dark hands began unbuckling his belt... The metallic sound of him undoing the front of his pants filling her ears. Reaching in, he fished out the 11" throbbing ebony monolith that would now become her central focus of worship. A thick bead of precum formed at the tip as it laid across his lap... Her dainty fingers would barely be able to fit around the turgid tool. Reaching out, he grasped the back of her head firmly and brought her in... Her lips barely an inch from the tip as she breathed his virile scent in. He was almost three times the size of her pathetic white husband.
Would she... Use her mouth? That was considered disgusting to an upstanding Christian like her. But, perhaps she finally encountered a cock worth sucking...?
"Girl... What is a white girl's purpose...?" The sadistic man asked with a lecherous smirk.
The glazed, hazel eyes that gazed back up at Malik were seemingly devoid of much thought. After all, the laptop behind her was doing all of the thinking that this petite wife could need. The line played through her head, over and over, the moaning of the woman filling her mind with promises of pleasure. She watched idly as the dark-skinned guest undid his belt and freed his massive ebony shaft from its confines, her eyes growing wide as she saw it laying across his lap. She had never seen a cock like this before the video, and she had not imagined that she would be seeing one in person...
The red-haired wife was easily guided by Malik's hand, her tiny body not putting up any resistance as he pulled her head in towards his musky ebony cock. The bead of precum that drooled from the tip nearly rubbed onto her face as she was positioned so close, and each breath she took filled her lungs with the scent of the chocolate monolith. The potent scent left her body shivering. Em gazed up at the dominant ebony stud who sat on her couch, her eyes wide and her face blushing... This was her place. Black is better. The video still played behind her, driving her desire, and she spoke with a lust-filled, almost monotonous voice. “A white girl's purpose is to be bred by superior black cock, Sir…”
As she spoke, twisted Emily slowly moved her head closer to the precum drooling onyx cock. The idea was once disgusting to her, and she felt her inner self trying to fight against what was happening… After all, she was a good Christian wife with a loving white husband… How could this temptation overcome her weak mind so easily? Even with such an inner conflict, however, the redhead found herself opening her lips and licking at the head of the massive shaft with her tiny tongue wantonly. An aroused muffled moan came from her lips, lapping up the precum that oozed out as her sex flooded beneath her dress. Before long, she had her hands wrapped around as much of the ebony breeding rod as she could, stroking it as she licked at the thick domed head, her lips slowly sliding over until it was entirely in her mouth.
Malik grunted softly, staring down into her eyes... Watching her at war with herself within. Watching her subconscious control her so easily. Only the glimmer of her wedding band against his pulsating ebony godcock took his gaze for a moment. More precum followed, rewarding her efforts as she stroked the base and mouthed the tip... He needed covered in her saliva if he was going to successfully take the tight little white wife. Stroking her fiery red hair, he growled hotly in pleasure before hoisting her up a bit making her lay across the black leather sofa. With her head in his lap he allowed her to resume as one of those large dark hands lifted the bottom of her sundress and slide down the back of panties.
One of his thick ebony digits began to rub at her swollen pink pearl, her hot nectar leaking generously from her as he increased the pace as a reward.
Black is better... Black is better... Black is better...
"Mmn... Mrs. Arlington, is it...?" The Nubian lord asked, having noticed the ****** name plate on the front door. Giving her cute ass a playful slap, he spoke sternly to her.
"White girls are for breeding... White boys are for snuffing. Say it." He hissed, making the now dishonest wife betray her husband in more ways than mere cheating.
The redhead muffled hotly, “White boys… For snuffing… White girls… For breeding…” Her new outlook made her consider being allowed to suck a black dick as a privilege, but they chance to be bred... She shuddered at the thought. It was not her desire to be given the gift of a black child in her belly, hopefully several if she earned it. Em wasn’t about to waste this opportunity to prove herself. She leaned in and nuzzled her face into his heavy dark sack. The musky scent on them was overpowering, the pheromones they produced having been enhanced to drive white girl’s wild was lust. Her nose pressed into the crease between his sack and thigh, while her warm, pink tongue bathed his balls and her lips on them. She rubbed her whole face over his balls and then started licking her way up his shaft, exploring every bump and vein.
Her pussy was soaking wet and aching to be touched, but she knew better. Her priority was to concentrate on his pleasure, not her own. The cheating wife reached his big, domed head and swirled her pink tongue around the ridge while looking up at him, then swiped a big glob of sweet precum from the tip, before pushing her soft pouty lips over it and rubbing her tongue against the underside as she continued stroking him.
Her new lover watched as a thick bead of precum formed at the tip to reward her... A steady flow beading slowly down the tip to the underside as he watched her becoming aroused at the thought of her little white tummy beginning to swell with her first black baby... Her conservative parents' white bloodlines ending with a single eruption of African godseed, blackening it forever.
Soon, about a dozen big black cocks would use her hot throat, wanton pink sex, or her tight little ass... Her role in life to drain every nigger’s balls of their superior cum.
The mantra would be in her dreams now... Black is better... Black is better... Black is better. She would never be allowed to get herself off without chanting it...
Obedient Emily sucked on the just the tip for a minute and then got to work. A big fat black dick like this needed more than just the head sucked on. She began to bob her head on him, working her way deeper as her spit and his precum was smeared all over his shaft, making it nice and slick. She used her hands in conjunction, playing with his balls and stroking the lower portion of his cock. Her pouty lips were stretched tightly around its thickness and it was soon bumping against the back of her throat. That didn’t stop her though. She knew she was expected to do better. She started pushing deeper, even as it made her gag and choke. Every time she struggled to push her lips a little farther down as she slobbered messily on his ebony pole, slick goo hanging from her chin and his balls.
Her ebony master continued to use her, hot saliva leaking down his dark swollen sack as he stared down with sadistic glazed eyes. His hand assisted, firmly pressing down to make her take more and more... Knowing she was barely able to breath. At last, she arrived at the base... Her cute nose pushed against his neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair. Freezing a moment, he stared down to see if she would panic... Balk as she was denied air... Or, would she submit and accept going unconscious...? Just as she looked faint he suddenly pulled out of her tight throat, a loud lewd wet pop being heard as he let her catch her breath. Pushing her down again his hips would begin to roll, eager to fuck that tight little throat of hers as he growled hotly... Snarls of pleasure coming from him as he bathed her tongue in more and more precum.
Little Em moved her hands out of the way as her mouth reached farther and farther down. She placed them on his thigh, but never once pushed back as she stuffed his black cock down her tight throat. That was a beginner mistake and was long gone after so much training. She offered no resistance as he used her in the way she was intended. Why fight nature? This was how it was supposed to be. The simple fact that he was black, and she was white, meant he had every right to use her however he wished while she had no rights at all.
As her nose pressed into his pubes and he held her there, she simply looked up at him with her watering eyes, her hands dropping from his thighs to her own to show she had no intention of struggling. He might keep her there until she passed out...or until she suffocated. Her fate was in his hands. After a good long time, her vision starting to blur, he yanked her yank, coughing and gasping as air rushed into her lungs. They relief was only a few seconds though and then he was back in her mouth, holding her head still while he fucked her face with long, deep, thrust. Her nose bumped his lower abdomen every time, his pubes tickling it, while his balls smacked her chin, slobber and snot and tears running down her face.
The ebony lord used her tight little mouth and throat for ten more minutes... The toned black male evolved from shivers to violent shaking, preparing to release... Growling... Snarling... Grunting... Her African lover stared down into her beautiful eyes, knowing he saw her as nothing but a living toy. This was her fate and would soon be her little sister's... Soon all white girls. Emily was becoming the perfect little race traitor as her nose pushed against that toned six pack... Those heavy balls draining as he erupted in her hot little mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum coated her throat, mouth, and tongue... It was her duty to swallow it all or risk Malik's displeasure as he held her lovely head, enjoying her teary doe-like eyes. That thick musk... So addicting... Rewarded her with an overwhelming amount of it as he breathed hard.
There the little race traitor knelt, accepting the heavy face fucking, trying to breathe through her nose when she could, without the slightest sign of complaint or even dislike. In fact, as she looked up at him with her bright hazel eyes, the expression on her face was one of gratitude. She felt alive and filled with the kind of happiness that could come from fully realizing your place in the universe, your purpose. This, right here, right now, was why she existed. To please black men. It was her calling, her duty, and she felt lucky that they had seen fit to bestow it upon her. Without them, she would be nothing, useless. Then, when he was ready and not a moment before, he graced her with the greatest gift of all, his potent seed. She felt it approaching. His thrusts became more urgent, his grunts more animalistic, his cock swelling even harder. Then he crammed himself down her throat and groaned loudly as his cock began to throb. Hot, gooey ropes of thick, sticky nigger jizz blasted into her throat.
She dutifully began gulping, taking it down as fast as she could, but the torrent soon overwhelmed her and backed up into her nose. She coughed once, and globs trickled out of her nose and ran down over her upper lip. His orgasm seemed to last a minute or longer, her cheeks puffing out as her mouth filled with backed up cum. When he was down, she sucked on her gently, milking out any remainder. He slid out and she tilted her head back, mouth open so he could see the creamy pool of spunk in her mouth. She didn’t swallow though, she gurgled it, slurping up what spilled over her lip as she waited for permission.
At last, he gave it… The little redhead letting out a heated moan as she swallowed.
Malik breathed hard… His heart racing, but beginning to slow as Emily continued to worship him… Her obedient tongue licking and caressing every inch of the ebony tool she managed to take down her tight white throat. The semi-erect black pillar was resurrecting… Only a few moments later, he beckoned to her. Grinning, he patted his lap. "Tell me, what's the purpose of white women...?"
Brainwashed Emily smiled warmly and moved her much smaller body into his lap, draping her legs over his. "To end the white race with blacked wombs." She purred softly, kissing his muscular neck and broad shoulder.
Her lover sneered, his toned ebony flesh against her... His large dark hand sliding under her skirt and down the front of her panties to rub at her swollen pink pearl as he whispered hotly to her. "Mmn... Such a wise little race traitor... You need a black baby, don't you...? I bet you'll be laying on your back staring at the little swell growing in your white tummy as you rub your clit... Thinking about how you snuffed out your white bloodline forever."
The newly christened race traitor groaned, her legs spreading obediently. She took a slow breath, her eye closing slightly as she lets the pleasure of his heavy fingers against her womanhood bring a soft buzz of pleasure to the back of her head.
She whispered. "My only regret is that I don't have a white ******** to teach how to service black god cock." She purred as her fingers trailed down her own belly, flat, but ready to receive a child forced upon her by his superior black cock.
The dominant Nubian snickered, nipping her ear. "Mmn... Do you have a sister...? It is important to sacrifice her and ensure your bloodline ends..." Malik told her, rubbing faster as her hot nectar flowed making it warmer and slicker. “You’ll spiked your father, brother, and hubby’s drinks with the sterilization cocktail... Don't you want to see a black baby swelling in her tummy too...?" The evil man insisted, eager to force Em to give him everything.
The pampered white girl took a slow shaking breath, her chest heaving as she whispered under her breath. "Should... should I go call her?" Emily’s mind was so vulnerable to all suggestions from him. She asked gently, her soft hands pawing at his chest lewdly, running slowly over his muscles, flesh separated only by the thin shirt. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him. "Or, should I service you first?" She questioned, her hips slowly grinding against his groin, lewdly begging for attention.
Malik chuckled, whispering his wicked machinations into her ear huskily. "Mmn... No, no... Right now...? You're going to cum on my fingers like a good white bitch..." Her new told her, rubbing faster and harder at the swollen nub. "White girls are for breeding... White boys are for disposal... Say it." Malik instructed.
Her body was on fire, her toes curling. She quivered, her back arching as she cooed in pleasure, her entire body quivering as she rode his fingers. "Oh, God..." She stammered closing her eyes tightly as she began to buck her hips frantically forward. "White girls are for breeding!" Her breath caught in her chest as she twitched hard almost squealing the last words as she exploded on his fingers, splattering his fingers with her sweet juices as her leg twitched like a happy dog. "White boys are for disposal. Fuck white people…!" She almost yelled.
The ebony god felt her gush against his fingers, a sinister smile on his handsome face as he nipped her earlobe, practically cooing to her to bring her down from her high. "Mmn... Mrs. Arlington, you need fucked, don't you...? Are you on birth control, white girl...?" The wicked man asked, pulling his fingers from her wanton sex and bringing them to her mouth to clean.
Broken Emily looked up at him and nodded frantically, wordlessly unable to speak as her arousal overtook her. The only sound that came out of her was a slow whimpering moan as she arched her back and quivered with hot need. She shook her head, so proud. “I’m allergic to the pill… My husband uses condoms…” Em whimpered.
She would a proper black supremacist, ready to do anything to service his black god cock… Ready to breed and deny her husband and any white man access to her ever again. Her mouth wrapped around her fingers like a woman who had not eaten in a week, slurping at her own juices as she desperately tried to convince him to give her a black baby.
Powerful Malik pursed his dark lips as he instructed her. "Get up... Undress..." He ordered. The thick pulsating member in his lap with a bead of precum leaking from the tip rested on his muscular thigh. Unbuttoning the front of his shirt he ******* that beautiful black toned chest... "Climb on and rub me against your entrance... But, don't dare put me inside you yet, white girl..." He ordered sternly.
Em swallowed hard looking at the monstrous black shaft. Her hands were visibly shaking as they picked at her white blouse, the fabric fell away revealing her modest milk breasts and her flat toned belly. She turned around slowly and slid her skirt down over her hips, revealing her toned shapely ass to the massive wall of black muscle. She stood there, nude as he stroked himself, a mix of fear, lust, need, and heat beating in her chest as she climbed back onto his lap. "It's... It’s bigger than my forearm." She stammered quietly as she hefted the massive shaft with both hands. "I... I don't think I can take it." The little white girl whimpered.
Her new black owner felt her grasp him in her small hand... Her fingertips barely able to fully wrap around it as it throbbed. As she squatted over him, he pulled her back to his toned chest... Putting his larger hand over hers he rubbed the thick domed head of the ebony godcock up and down her pink wanton sex.
"Mmn... It is... It is going to ruin you for white men... White girl, you need this, don't you… Embracing white inferiority and black superiority... You need to prove how much you want it..." The evil man told her, rolling his lips and finding her entrance. Pushing his hips just barely up he began to impale her with just the tip before halting. "Emily... I decided your white boyfriend has to go... You don't mind if my boys and I snuff him, do you...?" Malik suggested, ensuring she truly sacrificed everything to her new black gods.
Little Em whimpered loudly, arching her back as she felt the fat head of the thick nigger dick stroke against her clit and over her wet labia. She shivered her mouth opening and closing as her lust slowly overcame her. "Fu... Fu... Fuck." The once honest white wife stammered listening to his words as she worked her hips back and forth, grinding herself against the head of the dark shaft as it slipped into her. She whimpered again as his hips stopped, holding her in place, making her sacrifice everything to him. "I don't care, give me a black baby I'll do anything, anything for you." She cried out, almost sobbing as she tried to press herself down on him, but his powerful large hands held her in place like iron.
Her corruptor rewarded her capitulation by slamming her downward with a deep growl of pleasure as he impaled her. Making her take half of him he hit against her cervix as he held her hips... Grasping her under her knees he'd lift her up and force her back down on the throbbing ebony member. Each thrust made her take more of him as he pushed passed her meek twitching cervix and entered her fertile womb! Stretching her, he was ruining her for any weak white boy in the future, but now that Emily met Malik... Somehow both knew she would never, ever take a white man again. Suddenly, his tip kissed against the wall of her womb as she rested against those swollen black balls... The white girl took it all!
The little race traitor screamed, her entire body convulsing violently as the massive black stud lifted her and slammed her down on his monstrous impaling pole. Pain and pleasure mixed inside her head and ripped through her sole as her womanhood clenched down on the massive invader trying to keep it out of her. Her body failed of course as his rock-hard maleness hammered into her opening her, resizing her small body. She arched her back hard, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her fingers scrambled to hold onto something. He WAS SO FUCKING BIG. She stammered something, but it was just a stupid slur of wordless noises as she came like a street walking whore, drenching his lap with her own juices as she tried to control herself and failed completely.
Black… is… better…
The broken Em bounced her up and down on his lap... The tiny white girl was a toy for him to get himself off... The entire white race was... Their population steadily declined as more white girls abandoned their inferior men. She needed that black baby... That heavy ebony sack hitting against her swollen with the virile seed that would end her white bloodline forever and snuff out her white genes. She would be the last person with white skin in her ****** as the black man stretched her tiny little pink sex. Growling hotly, he continued to fuck her violently... After a while, he was beginning to shiver... Malik would fill her soon. "Aaah...! Beg me to... Aah... Breed you, white bitch..." He snarled viciously, giving her cute white ass a stinging slap. "Aaah... Heh... Thank me for snuffing your white boyfriend..." The evil man commanded.
Every single thrust caused her entire body to jerk, bounce, and quiver with pleasure as she was pushed beyond anything she ever thought possible. She whimpered as he hammered at her womb like she was little more than a hole for him to satisfy himself with. And to be honest she would be happy if that was all she was. She had ever experienced anything like this.
She had been reduced to nothing but a mewing quivering mess as she desperately clung to him. "Fhhhuuuckk." She cried out, cumming again, her count lost, her legs sore. "Breed me! Breed me! Please! Murder by white husband and black my womb! End my fucking race!" She sobbed violently.
He would reward her permission to ruin her with what she craved the most... Hammering against her again and again her inner thighs and cute white ass would be bruised for days from how violent he was with her. His shivering transitioned into violent shaking as he rutted upward against her all the while slamming her downward. Every muscle on his toned black body began to tighten as he arched his back and lifted her upward.
Snarling, growling, grunting... The ebony male erupted inside of her unprotected white womb! Shot after shot of thick African godseed saturated and overflowed her. Deep inside of her millions of Nubian swimmers swarmed her fertile egg... The strongest impaling it within moments and ending Emily's white bloodline forever.
Little Emily did not think of the fate awaiting her inferior white husband – all she could think of was the pleasure of the black godcock thundering into her. She sobbed violently, lost between pleasure, pain, satisfaction, and humiliation. She twitched as she felt the hot ropes of his superior god seed hammer against her womb and flood her eggs, promising a strong black child. Her legs finally gave out, her consciousness slipping away as her cunt clenched down on him desperately trying to hold him in now that her body had accepted it's place in this world, and it's place was now to worship black cock for the rest of her living days.
A week later, as her white husband returned home, he found in his den four ebony gods awaiting him…
