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Blacking the White Resistance
Marion Grant was the last 'great' White Resistance leader. The WR started out as a coalition of right-wing fanatics and conservatives displeased by the decline of rights for non-blacks. The Reparations Act of 2031 saw a full disenfranchisement of whites after a 15-year campaign that saw whites drop to a minority. Even before the government mandated white male disposals and white offspring abortions the WR began their armed resistance.
The backwater and ill-trained and equipped white militia was cannon fodder for the superior Zulu Forces. The ZF absorbed all branches of the military in North America and crushed the WR with a high level of brutality. The handful of captured militiamen were made to watch the conversion and betrayal by their girlfriends, wives, sisters, and even mothers. The depths of how low inferior whites could sink was bottomless when it was the ZF 'educating' them.
Through a system of secret sites in Appalachia and the Pacific Northwest the last united WR leader spent much of his time in hiding with go-betweens. Marion was a shorter Caucasian male, but had hard features. He stood at 5'8" and had a head of auburn hair that he kept in a crew cut. The 42-year-old man preferred to remain clean shaven. His wife Joan was just a year younger and an attractive blonde with a full figure - easily turning heads. He was also blessed with two female twins Sherry and Carrie and a teenage son named Daniel. Marion's ****** had a military background and he himself served as a junior officer in the USMC, but was discharged in 2033 when all non-black servicemembers were removed from the Armed Forces. It led to him moving his young ****** to one of the first militia compounds and swearing he would never serve 'those niggers', the lesser white male racist long before the shift in society favoring Africans.
Colonel Grant managed to avoid the storming of the secret compounds and found himself as the last unified leader of the WR. All of his predecessors were removed either by targeted airstrikes or in-fighting. The last Colonel suggested their struggle was hopeless and planned for the WR to surrender in return for an autonomous white nation in the wastes of Northern Canada. After hearing the proposal, Grant stabbed the 'race traitor' and took command. That was just two years ago.
The determined man put his *********, son, and even wife through military drills and weapons training. His wife Joan would often conduct espionage missions, managing to escape each time. Their ********* began joining her, destroying numerous industrial sites with explosives or planting car bombs that killed 'turncoat white' leaders that led the drive for the White Extinction Initiative of 2039. No longer would whites be purposely made a minority, but the movement transitioned to the complete eradication of European bloodlines. No matter how many popular white extinction bloggers or EbonTube vloggers were taken out, so many more emerged to replace them.
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Joan Grant and her ******** Sherry were driving a stolen vehicle with a high grade explosive in the trunk. The beat up old Cadillac did not stand out. The blonde wife was beautiful and had famously talked her way out of three or four close calls. Little redheaded and freckled Sherry looked so innocent - her lithe pixie-like form akin to her sister's decorated in a deep green sundress. Nobody would ever guess she was a covert explosives expert. Carrie was the crew's electronics guru, but remained back at their hideout in the small town of Merryfax, West Virginia.
From the safehouse in Merryfax, Marion had went over the plan to bomb an EbonSys tech lab. The company was responsible for the sterilization cocktail used on whites along with a number of unethical experiments that included mind control, fertility enhancement, and programs rumored to 'feminize' males so that Nubians could make better use of the declining white male population. The mastermind o the WR planned for all eight of the remote teams to conduct attacks that month. Only he knew where all the teams were and he was the only one with the password to the encrypted laptop that kept the ledger of every member, supporter, and safehouse.
As the two approached the large lab on the outskirts of New DC, a large black van pulled up beside them. Neither mother or ******** looked over - both of them not wanting the attention or to be forced to smile at the blacks they loathed so deeply.
A large 'pop' went off as a canister landed in the car. Everything had happened so fast... Mother and ******** bursting from the vehicle only to be be grabbed by ZF soldiers in full body armor. It only took one to easily grab and hoist each of them up. Both of them frantically tried to press their remote triggers for the bomb to ensure all of them died due to the compromised mission, but neither trigger worked... The ZF used a mobile RF impeding device to jam all RF in the surrounding area - including their remote triggers. Joan cursed, regretting not having a hard line remote trigger.
The two were separated as more vehicles arrived... None of the personnel speaking to them. The ZF soldiers were intimidating - tall black males and females. Even their weakest one was likely twice as strong as their strongest militiamen. Joan cursed at them and kicked while Sherry remained silent like she was taught. Each was put into a separate van and taken to an undisclosed location.
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Sherry's first 48 hours was in a dark room... Strapped to a chair and given half a dozen injections to make her more malleable and fertile, the nubile girl stared in horror as they played their 'indoctrination' videos. All media now had hypnotic components that pacified whites, but the 'conversion' sites had media that was more intense. Images of a peaceful Earth... Black families... Black children... Serenity. All interlaced with subliminal images that saturated her vulnerable young white mind.
Black is better.
Black is peace.
Black is better.
Blacks are gods.
Black is better.
Whites are nothing.
Black is better.
Black is the future.
She felt her resolve cooling a bit... The videos peaceful, but there was a war inside of her mind and emotions. The hard girl could not help but to cry... Her hatred and newly implanted ideas doing battle. They had stripped her down to nothing... Exposing her petite body, her freckles going from her face to the top of her chest. Her small A-Cup breasts were on display... The room so cool that her pink nipples were erect and sharp. They guards had no ***** her... But those dark men and women all sneered at her, knowing what was being done to her.
More videos played, montages of the crimes of the white race... Racism, ********, environmental destruction, colonialism, slavery, segregation... More tears poured from her eyes, the little redhead unable to reach up and wipe them as they ran down her face and onto her flat chest...
Black is better.
White is evil.
Black is better.
Whites cause all ways.
Black is better.
Whites created the patriarchy.
Black is better.
Submission is freedom.
Black is better.
Whiteness is a disease.
The resistance in her was breaking from the loop... Her brain cells overwriting her hatred and will...
The final track on the second day began to prep her for the coming solution... Her new goal in life... To obey and serve her betters. The track was interlaced with interracial sex, countless women in pure bliss... Sculpted black bodies that showed the divinity of their race... Soon, she was crying harder... Unable to reach between her legs where her sex swelled and drooled nectar, begging to be touched...
Black is better.
Worship them.
Black is better.
Obey them.
Black is better.
You want a black baby.
Black is better.
End your white bloodline.
Black is better.
Snuff out your race.
Black is better.
She fell asleep again in the chair... Aside from a few restroom breaks, she was starved and denied water to dehydrate her. Fluids and food were given when she woke. After an hour of 'warm up' or more intense sex, violence began to be mixed in with it... Images of white, asian, latin, and middle eastern girls bouncing up and down on thick black cocks or slurping at Nubian Amazonian pussies were mixed with images of whites hanging, torture of whites, forceful conversions of white females, and the bloodbath that was the Charlotteville 2021 protests were white supremacists were mowed down with ease.
Black is better.
White is weak.
Black is better.
You deserve this.
Black is better.
Fuck white people.
Black is better.
End the white race.
Black is better.
Black is your new god.
An hour in and she was soaking already... Teary eyed in the chair and staring, unable to look away as the first person in days spoke to her.
"Poor little snowbunny..." The tall African woman cooed, the beautiful woman in a white lab coat with middle back long braids decorating her head and pouring down her back. The woman leaned in from behind, breathing on Sherry's neck as she teased her. "Tell me, white girl... What do you deserve...?" She asked softly.
"Nothing... White deserves nothing..." The white girl whimpered, crying hard in need... Her flesh red from a full body flush from her arousal. "P... Please let me cum..."
"Doctor. Address me properly, white bitch..." She hissed.
"DOCTOR! Please... Please let me touch myself..." Sherry begged, feeling an ache between her legs as her thighs rubbed together.
"Shh..." Doctor Ailya whispered, sliding her dark hand between the white girl's thighs wearing a solid black latex glove. Smirking, she began slowly rubbing Sherry's swollen clit.
To her shame, the white girl came almost instantly to the touch syncing with the screen showing the brutal beating of a white male on a college campus by ebony gods. With a loud aroused moan, she covered the seat... Yet, still was needy... Her body eager to release again.
Stimulating her slowly, Doctor Ailya whispered softly to her... Sweetly... Cooing...
"You want to make us happy, don't you...? Say it..." She instructed.
"I want to make you happy..." She moaned. "More than anything..."
"Good white girl..." She insisted, pulling out the burner cellphone her father gave them. With a dark smile, she asked the white girl what the code word was to message her father about the mission. She broke almost instantly.
"Aaaah! Ivory... Ivory earrings... Asking the price of them means... Aaah....! The mission was successful... Telling him the price means we're hiding and it was a failure..." She moaned, Ailya nodded, giving the white girl a grave look. "Lie and you will stay like this indefinitely... No relief ever... We now have a drug that will rob you of the ability to orgasm that we will give you... Edging you again and again... For countless days... Months... Maybe years..." The sadistic woman told her.
Poor Sherry was too warped to resist. She bit her pink bottom lip and nodded. "Yes, Doctor..."
The scientist rubbing hard and making her have an orgasm so intense she almost blacked out. The dark woman texted the latter to her father, smiling evilly.
The next two days saw Sherry in a room with a black male and black female agent... Both of them pressing her for more and more information... Safehouses, supporters, operational plans, and financiers... Eagerly, she drew them a map of Merryfax in exchange for the chance to ride her first black cock.
She found herself sandwiched between the two agents... The addicted and mind controlled little white girl thrusting her hips back as the thick 12" of ebony godcock impaling her while lapping at the woman's clit. Thanks to her young boyfriend Kyle, one of his father's aides, she was no virgin... Yet, she'd never think of him again now that the enemy was buried so deep inside of her. She lost count of how many times she came... With one more pathetic squeal of pleasure, she fainted between them... In perfect harmony...
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Joan did hold out longer, but the blonde was not giving them the information they wanted... She dared to lie to them, the ******** confirming both what they knew and contrasting important details of what Joan was telling them. Bent over an interrogation table, an ebony Amazonian was pegging her with a black silicone strap-on. Thrusting her hips, the 14" toy was so thick and long... The once proud white wife and resistance fighter tugged at the zip ties keeping her hands behind her back... Tears pouring from her own baby blue eyes that all of their ********* shared... Her little pink cunt neglected as the guards used her tight virgin ass. She never let Marion use her this way... Her eyes fluttering as she found pleasure in the depraved act, but without stimulation to her sex she found she could not find release... The day before she was so close, rubbing her wanton pussy against the table as they bucked against her... Yet, they pulled her hips back just before the release denying her.
The door to the small room opened, the soldier burying the silicone phallus deep inside of her not stopping or slowing... In walked Doctor Aiyla wearing a sly smile like a cat that had just caught a mouse.
"Are you done lying to me, Ms. Grant...?" She asked in a harsh tone.
"I... The truth... All the truth... I swear..." She sobbed.
The doctor shook her head. "Fine. Let's ask your ********..." The sadistic woman said, motioning to somebody in the hallway. In walked a sinister looking Sherry, a grin on her pretty face... Still naked all but for a silvery metal collar.
"Mom... Stop lying..." She insisted, discussing their plot and telling them so many sensitive details. After five minutes of giving the mother a sample of what she told them, Joan stared with broken eyes at her ******** as the two stretched her in such a sinful way... Yet, the weight of keeping so many of those secrets was leaving Joan. Her instilled loyalty was dying... It all died when she smirked at her mother and then looked to Aiyla. "D... Doctor... Can I have what you promised...?" She asked, just above a whisper.
The woman nodded with a sneer. "We'll give you a fertility shot first... White girl, tell your mother what you traded betraying her for..."
"A black baby." Sherry replied with no hesitation.
With no other words, she was led from the room for her blacking.
All hope had died in Joan... Her drooling sex needing relief...
"L.... Let me cum... I'll be good this time..." She begged.
"You will." Doctor Aiyla insisted, knowing more than enough details now to tell if Joan was being deceptive.
That night, she told them every single detail she could think of... Slowly riding a black cock in the process that throbbed inside of her... All 11" buried in her, the tip kissing at her fertile womb now that her was off her birth control. When he first worked that onyx monolith inside of her all the way she had her first orgasm since her torture began... It was a long night of slow grinding, the more knowledgeable wife telling every secret imaginable.
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Two days later, the women were in a new beat up vehicle... Both of them knowing their mission... Both of their bodies leaking African godseed... Both were undoubtedly pregnant. They did not speak... No love was left between them. There was no room in them for loving anything else but worshiping ebony gods and goddesses and craving to be with them once again. Their minds cycling a mantra instilled in their very psyche...
Black is better.
I belong to my black masters.
Black is better.
They own my hair.
Black is better.
They own my breasts.
Black is better.
They own my mouth.
Black is better.
They own my ass.
Black is better.
They own my pussy.
Black is better.
They own my womb.
Black is better.
I am worthless but for my three warm holes and fertile womb.
Black is better.
It had become like a soft prayer to them... Reciting it in their heads bringing them calm and peace.
They sent out a text message that morning encoded wanting to meet up. They were to pretend the vehicle got a flat tire and they were forced to abandon it when pedestrians came to assist them.
Marion was worried he lost them both... The messages from Sherry bringing him so much relief. The pair drove to the new pick up location where an intermediary then brought them to a new safehouse in Merryfax that they just acquired.
The two seemed colder... But, Marion was too pleased to see his ******** and wife alive to take notice. He knew they had to be exhausted from having to hide and lay low for close to a week.
Even when the tear gas canisters broke through the windows of the home they were occupying came... He never would have imaged not one, but both, had betrayed him. Marion's small security team was mowed down and he, his wife, and all three of their children were taken.
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Carrie whimpered... The little redhead on her back, her legs spread wide... She dared not move, not wanting to displease the large Nubian soldier known as 'Bull' from between her long lithe legs. The teen had been subjected to the same treatment as her twin... Two days of indoctrination and she was more than ready to surrender her virginity to her captors.
Bull was 6'2" and pure muscle... His coal black flesh shimmering from the bit of sweat on his flesh as he knelled on the bed of her cell between her legs. Behind him was her converted sister Sherry, pressing her small chest to Bull's back and whispering to him to take her. She even reached around, grabbing the base of his thick turgid ebony tool... Rubbing the domed head up and down her twin's wanton little sex, she grinned at Carrie from the side of Bull's arm, too small to peek over his shoulder. Grasping the base to feel the girth, she cooed to her sister.
"Carrie... Bull and Dr. Aiyla want you to be a good girl like me... Can you be good like me...?" Sherry asked, stroking at the grunting Bull as poor Carrie whimpered.
"Good... I'll be good... I swear..." She begged, needing him inside of her more than she needed anything... The natural dominance of the African race paired with the powerful mind manipulation drugs clouding her silly white girl mind. "I need his big black cock... I need his beautiful African baby..." She swore, tears welling in her beautiful blue eyes.
Sherry could only grin, but felt sympathy for her twin... Only a week ago she was in the same position. Some part of her was not numb to her twin... Eager to share with her the greatest joy reality had to offer - to serve a Nubian and carry their offspring. So firmly, she led the dark domed African spear to her sister's soaked pink opening.
With a single thrust of his powerful hips, Bull impaled her with a heated growl... The little white girl so tight as he burst her hymen and gave her her first taste of having a man inside of her. She would never... Ever... Come to know anything but a black man inside of her, unspoiled by lesser males. Crying out into her hand, the sensation was painful... Her eyes so wet... But, it did not deter her. Connecting eyes with Bull, her thin legs wrapped around his taut firm ass and pulled him downward, impaling herself with him as she whimpered. Inch after inch filled her, but there was no blood... The redhead's eyes rolled back as she fell into the pool of pain and pleasure... Carrie's body soaking and suckling at him as she stretched.
Corrupted Sherry was so pleased to offer her twin up as a 'sacrifice' to the head 'trainer'. She ached to give him a kiss of worship he would enjoy... Moving downward, she grasped his muscular ass cheeks and leaned in for her tongue to lick as his hairless pink ass. Licking him externally brought a few shudders from the powerful Zulu warrior, making him buck back and forth harder between one twin's wanton sex and another's wanton mouth. One of Sherry's small hands went between her legs to masturbate furiously from the depraved seen playing out. A part of Sherry was so happy for Carrie... Sherry had come to know a white boy inside of her, making her feel filthy. She knew Carrie would never know that shame as she lapped at Bull's ass contently.
The twins were alike... Carrie capable of multiple orgasms. Her first twitching and screaming release was 4 minutes in, but as he pushed passed her cervix and kissed against the wall of her fertile unprotected womb they were coming every other minute... The tiny redhead clinging to Bull and both moaning and crying... Her sex drooling thick batter from each release. The depraved now sullied white girl even drooled, her eyes tilted up as endorphins pounded her pretty little brain harder than the powerful black god pounded her.
Feeling him harden and begin to shake, little Carrie could tell he was close... Gripping onto him, she whispered her need to him... Her eyes fixated on his.
"Sir... I want your black baby inside of me... NO! I need... Aaah...! I need it... I exist only to please you... Whites are worthless... I... Aahhh! I know that now..." She swore, biting her bottom lip before making one final declaration to him.
"Please... I want to be the last white person in the world..."
Her full capitulation and tight wanton little white pussy made Bull howl with pleasure. Almost roaring, he pistoned hard again her again and again... Their hips crashing together as he arched his back and erupted deep inside of her, flooding her white girl womb with the seed that would erase her lesser genes forever. Deep inside of her, his swimming little warriors pierced into her egg... Two giving her a set of twins.
The knowledge and intensity was too much, poor Carrie blacking out that she came so hard.
Sherry's kiss continued long after he came... Lapping at him as she reached around and stroked at his base, half of him still buried inside of her. She moved to massaging his heavy sack... Wanting to milk every drop from him for her sweet twin sister.
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30 days on the powerful drug regime saw changes in Marion... Or, 'Mary' as they were calling him now. He was kept in a small cage that prohibited his ability to stand... Each injection making the hair on his flesh grow finer... His chest begin to swell with budding breasts... His already small 5" white cock shrinking and losing its ability to harden... They had not given him the sterilization cocktail, but the other drugs were transforming him... His slender body growing thicker around his hips that seemed to be widening.
Outside of the cage was his real torment... His wife Joan having embraced full depravity. Within an hour of his capture he watched from his cage as she bedded half a dozen ZF soldiers. She did not spend time mocking him unless ordered by their captors - it was much worse... She acted like he was not even there, riding them and begging them to breed her.
Two weeks in she was so excited that she did finally speak to Mary. Walking to the cage, she held up the pregnancy test she just took and smiled so happily at 'her'. "I am so happy right now... This means more than anything I've ever done... Mar-... Mary, this is all I could ever want. I'm already in love with my new Nubian baby... Everything I ever felt for you and those parasites... It's all erased like it wasn't there. But, this...? I'm so grateful our Nubian gods have shown us the way..." She told him, giving him no time to respond as she rubbed at her lower stomach where her uterus was before walking away to her crying husband. It was the first time they finally made him cry... But, it would not be the last.
Weeks passed... Months... Cruel rounds of abuse as not just his wife, but his ********* joined in his torment.
Sherry and Carrie shamelessly rode black cocks as their father watched... His muscle tissue breaking down and his auburn hair growing longer and softer. Both twins openly mocked him, sneered at him, and assisted in his torture... The two cum covered nubile redheads knelled beside the cage, catching and masturbating furiously as one of the guards electrocuted him through the bars with a long cattle prod. By how hard they climaxed and how they begged the guards to be crueler he know they genuinely enjoyed it...
A small slot was used to remove his bedpan and a powerful hose used every other way to spray him clean after they covered him in burning powdered soap.
His greatest shame...? As mother and *********' tummies began to swell with their first black babies, his sanity was coming undone... As three were serving a train of soldiers his hand, having become much more dainty, grasped at his twitching semi-erect member. His pathetic white cock had managed to shrink... Two fingers his primary means of getting off as opposed to a fist as he stroked. His ****** had noticed, taunting him... His release coming within moments...
'Mary' was masturbating to each scene as it played out before 'her'... Tears running down her cheeks each time they were used and bragged out their defilement by the men of the black race. Three months in, his visibly pregnant ********* would enter the room with a new guard every day, kneel beside the cage, and give the messiest and most enthusiastic blowjob to him... Mouthing their coal black ebony monoliths... Gagging on them... Drooling... Struggling to please them as they massaged their heavy sacks that were filled to the brim with the divine seed that was ending his inferior race. Mary caught herself staring... Salivating... Wanting a taste...
A month of such teasing led to Mary being led from her cage one night to some showers and a little salon... There was no fight in her left. The small white Mary was all woman but the tiny flaccid white 'clit' that hung between her legs. As she stood before a mirror, they applied make-up to her and dressed her in lingerie that was white as snow... Her long red hair was teased to be slightly curly. Her nails were painted. Mary's eye brows and laces were made elegant. Staring at herself in the mirror, she passed as a pretty woman... Freckles decorating her flesh seemingly accented.. Freckles her grandchildren would never have.
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Mary was brought into a rather busy room... His wife and ********* were there wearing collars, completely nude and being pulling to Nubian men and women in the small audience of two dozen officials. Each was making use of their mouths... All three talented as sucking black cocks and licking black pussies...
His last shock...?
Seeing his son and heir Daniel... Or. 'Dani' as he was named, led in wearing a collar... His entire form feminized, making him look like a younger version of his twin *********. Within a minute of entering the room his head was already in some Nubian general's lap, deep throating him with a great hunger and vigor... Pushing him to the hilt as he stroked that heavy sack full of African godseed. As he raised his hips, he showed of his toned ass and the black silicone plug deep inside of him.
Broken Mary was led onto the little stage they had set up... A white mattress on the ground as Bull stood there, grinning from ear to ear at him. Dr. Ailya stood there in her lab coat with a sadistic smile. Cameras and lighting made the stage and center of attention... The even live-streamed on the internet.
"I want you to look at your leader. I want you to know this is your fate if you do not surrender and accept the kindness we've shown your sinful race." Dr. Ailya spat, putting her strong hand on Mary's shoulder. She stared at the camera like a deer staring into headlights.
"Mary... Tell us every location... Every person in the WR..." She ordered.
"Yes, Doctor..." She murmured weakly, spouting off the towns hiding the members, names of their leaders, and offering to translate his encrypted ledger of coordinates.
As Mary finished, she was grabbed by their hair by Bull and thrown onto the mattress. Mounted from behind, he held her by the hair and kept her head tugged back... His *********, already enjoying the warm sensation of black cum filling their stomachs from the generous spectators, crawled to the mattress... Each licked eagerly at Bull's 13" onyx pillar. They had him soaking and dripping with saliva before they crawled away... The two of them soon in the front row riding black gods reverse cowgirl beside Joan and Dani... All eyes on the final destruction of the white man that their father once was.
As Bull's thick domed head pressed against his virgin ass and impaled the broken resistance leader, swarms of Nubian soldiers were sweeping the towns hiding WR members. Seeing their greatest leader humbled so low broke the remaining devout followers. Not a single town would be left standing in the end... Feeling the superiority of his enemy filling him, Mary's tiny clit drooling his 'bitch cum', his prostate being squished by the ebony god filling him...
With a grip on the back of his head, Mary was being rutted violently from behind. Drool... Tears... Both leaked down his pretty painted face as he felt his first pitiful orgasm... Feminine moans coming from him as his hips finally pushed back, needing every inch of that real man inside of him. At last, Mary understood the superiority of the African species... The inferiority of the European one... This was white ********...
...And he welcomed it as African cum flooded his bowels.
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Blacking the White Resistance
Marion Grant was the last 'great' White Resistance leader. The WR started out as a coalition of right-wing fanatics and conservatives displeased by the decline of rights for non-blacks. The Reparations Act of 2031 saw a full disenfranchisement of whites after a 15-year campaign that saw whites drop to a minority. Even before the government mandated white male disposals and white offspring abortions the WR began their armed resistance.
The backwater and ill-trained and equipped white militia was cannon fodder for the superior Zulu Forces. The ZF absorbed all branches of the military in North America and crushed the WR with a high level of brutality. The handful of captured militiamen were made to watch the conversion and betrayal by their girlfriends, wives, sisters, and even mothers. The depths of how low inferior whites could sink was bottomless when it was the ZF 'educating' them.
Through a system of secret sites in Appalachia and the Pacific Northwest the last united WR leader spent much of his time in hiding with go-betweens. Marion was a shorter Caucasian male, but had hard features. He stood at 5'8" and had a head of auburn hair that he kept in a crew cut. The 42-year-old man preferred to remain clean shaven. His wife Joan was just a year younger and an attractive blonde with a full figure - easily turning heads. He was also blessed with two female twins Sherry and Carrie and a teenage son named Daniel. Marion's ****** had a military background and he himself served as a junior officer in the USMC, but was discharged in 2033 when all non-black servicemembers were removed from the Armed Forces. It led to him moving his young ****** to one of the first militia compounds and swearing he would never serve 'those niggers', the lesser white male racist long before the shift in society favoring Africans.
Colonel Grant managed to avoid the storming of the secret compounds and found himself as the last unified leader of the WR. All of his predecessors were removed either by targeted airstrikes or in-fighting. The last Colonel suggested their struggle was hopeless and planned for the WR to surrender in return for an autonomous white nation in the wastes of Northern Canada. After hearing the proposal, Grant stabbed the 'race traitor' and took command. That was just two years ago.
The determined man put his *********, son, and even wife through military drills and weapons training. His wife Joan would often conduct espionage missions, managing to escape each time. Their ********* began joining her, destroying numerous industrial sites with explosives or planting car bombs that killed 'turncoat white' leaders that led the drive for the White Extinction Initiative of 2039. No longer would whites be purposely made a minority, but the movement transitioned to the complete eradication of European bloodlines. No matter how many popular white extinction bloggers or EbonTube vloggers were taken out, so many more emerged to replace them.
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Joan Grant and her ******** Sherry were driving a stolen vehicle with a high grade explosive in the trunk. The beat up old Cadillac did not stand out. The blonde wife was beautiful and had famously talked her way out of three or four close calls. Little redheaded and freckled Sherry looked so innocent - her lithe pixie-like form akin to her sister's decorated in a deep green sundress. Nobody would ever guess she was a covert explosives expert. Carrie was the crew's electronics guru, but remained back at their hideout in the small town of Merryfax, West Virginia.
From the safehouse in Merryfax, Marion had went over the plan to bomb an EbonSys tech lab. The company was responsible for the sterilization cocktail used on whites along with a number of unethical experiments that included mind control, fertility enhancement, and programs rumored to 'feminize' males so that Nubians could make better use of the declining white male population. The mastermind o the WR planned for all eight of the remote teams to conduct attacks that month. Only he knew where all the teams were and he was the only one with the password to the encrypted laptop that kept the ledger of every member, supporter, and safehouse.
As the two approached the large lab on the outskirts of New DC, a large black van pulled up beside them. Neither mother or ******** looked over - both of them not wanting the attention or to be forced to smile at the blacks they loathed so deeply.
A large 'pop' went off as a canister landed in the car. Everything had happened so fast... Mother and ******** bursting from the vehicle only to be be grabbed by ZF soldiers in full body armor. It only took one to easily grab and hoist each of them up. Both of them frantically tried to press their remote triggers for the bomb to ensure all of them died due to the compromised mission, but neither trigger worked... The ZF used a mobile RF impeding device to jam all RF in the surrounding area - including their remote triggers. Joan cursed, regretting not having a hard line remote trigger.
The two were separated as more vehicles arrived... None of the personnel speaking to them. The ZF soldiers were intimidating - tall black males and females. Even their weakest one was likely twice as strong as their strongest militiamen. Joan cursed at them and kicked while Sherry remained silent like she was taught. Each was put into a separate van and taken to an undisclosed location.
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Sherry's first 48 hours was in a dark room... Strapped to a chair and given half a dozen injections to make her more malleable and fertile, the nubile girl stared in horror as they played their 'indoctrination' videos. All media now had hypnotic components that pacified whites, but the 'conversion' sites had media that was more intense. Images of a peaceful Earth... Black families... Black children... Serenity. All interlaced with subliminal images that saturated her vulnerable young white mind.
Black is better.
Black is peace.
Black is better.
Blacks are gods.
Black is better.
Whites are nothing.
Black is better.
Black is the future.
She felt her resolve cooling a bit... The videos peaceful, but there was a war inside of her mind and emotions. The hard girl could not help but to cry... Her hatred and newly implanted ideas doing battle. They had stripped her down to nothing... Exposing her petite body, her freckles going from her face to the top of her chest. Her small A-Cup breasts were on display... The room so cool that her pink nipples were erect and sharp. They guards had no ***** her... But those dark men and women all sneered at her, knowing what was being done to her.
More videos played, montages of the crimes of the white race... Racism, ********, environmental destruction, colonialism, slavery, segregation... More tears poured from her eyes, the little redhead unable to reach up and wipe them as they ran down her face and onto her flat chest...
Black is better.
White is evil.
Black is better.
Whites cause all ways.
Black is better.
Whites created the patriarchy.
Black is better.
Submission is freedom.
Black is better.
Whiteness is a disease.
The resistance in her was breaking from the loop... Her brain cells overwriting her hatred and will...
The final track on the second day began to prep her for the coming solution... Her new goal in life... To obey and serve her betters. The track was interlaced with interracial sex, countless women in pure bliss... Sculpted black bodies that showed the divinity of their race... Soon, she was crying harder... Unable to reach between her legs where her sex swelled and drooled nectar, begging to be touched...
Black is better.
Worship them.
Black is better.
Obey them.
Black is better.
You want a black baby.
Black is better.
End your white bloodline.
Black is better.
Snuff out your race.
Black is better.
She fell asleep again in the chair... Aside from a few restroom breaks, she was starved and denied water to dehydrate her. Fluids and food were given when she woke. After an hour of 'warm up' or more intense sex, violence began to be mixed in with it... Images of white, asian, latin, and middle eastern girls bouncing up and down on thick black cocks or slurping at Nubian Amazonian pussies were mixed with images of whites hanging, torture of whites, forceful conversions of white females, and the bloodbath that was the Charlotteville 2021 protests were white supremacists were mowed down with ease.
Black is better.
White is weak.
Black is better.
You deserve this.
Black is better.
Fuck white people.
Black is better.
End the white race.
Black is better.
Black is your new god.
An hour in and she was soaking already... Teary eyed in the chair and staring, unable to look away as the first person in days spoke to her.
"Poor little snowbunny..." The tall African woman cooed, the beautiful woman in a white lab coat with middle back long braids decorating her head and pouring down her back. The woman leaned in from behind, breathing on Sherry's neck as she teased her. "Tell me, white girl... What do you deserve...?" She asked softly.
"Nothing... White deserves nothing..." The white girl whimpered, crying hard in need... Her flesh red from a full body flush from her arousal. "P... Please let me cum..."
"Doctor. Address me properly, white bitch..." She hissed.
"DOCTOR! Please... Please let me touch myself..." Sherry begged, feeling an ache between her legs as her thighs rubbed together.
"Shh..." Doctor Ailya whispered, sliding her dark hand between the white girl's thighs wearing a solid black latex glove. Smirking, she began slowly rubbing Sherry's swollen clit.
To her shame, the white girl came almost instantly to the touch syncing with the screen showing the brutal beating of a white male on a college campus by ebony gods. With a loud aroused moan, she covered the seat... Yet, still was needy... Her body eager to release again.
Stimulating her slowly, Doctor Ailya whispered softly to her... Sweetly... Cooing...
"You want to make us happy, don't you...? Say it..." She instructed.
"I want to make you happy..." She moaned. "More than anything..."
"Good white girl..." She insisted, pulling out the burner cellphone her father gave them. With a dark smile, she asked the white girl what the code word was to message her father about the mission. She broke almost instantly.
"Aaaah! Ivory... Ivory earrings... Asking the price of them means... Aaah....! The mission was successful... Telling him the price means we're hiding and it was a failure..." She moaned, Ailya nodded, giving the white girl a grave look. "Lie and you will stay like this indefinitely... No relief ever... We now have a drug that will rob you of the ability to orgasm that we will give you... Edging you again and again... For countless days... Months... Maybe years..." The sadistic woman told her.
Poor Sherry was too warped to resist. She bit her pink bottom lip and nodded. "Yes, Doctor..."
The scientist rubbing hard and making her have an orgasm so intense she almost blacked out. The dark woman texted the latter to her father, smiling evilly.
The next two days saw Sherry in a room with a black male and black female agent... Both of them pressing her for more and more information... Safehouses, supporters, operational plans, and financiers... Eagerly, she drew them a map of Merryfax in exchange for the chance to ride her first black cock.
She found herself sandwiched between the two agents... The addicted and mind controlled little white girl thrusting her hips back as the thick 12" of ebony godcock impaling her while lapping at the woman's clit. Thanks to her young boyfriend Kyle, one of his father's aides, she was no virgin... Yet, she'd never think of him again now that the enemy was buried so deep inside of her. She lost count of how many times she came... With one more pathetic squeal of pleasure, she fainted between them... In perfect harmony...
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Joan did hold out longer, but the blonde was not giving them the information they wanted... She dared to lie to them, the ******** confirming both what they knew and contrasting important details of what Joan was telling them. Bent over an interrogation table, an ebony Amazonian was pegging her with a black silicone strap-on. Thrusting her hips, the 14" toy was so thick and long... The once proud white wife and resistance fighter tugged at the zip ties keeping her hands behind her back... Tears pouring from her own baby blue eyes that all of their ********* shared... Her little pink cunt neglected as the guards used her tight virgin ass. She never let Marion use her this way... Her eyes fluttering as she found pleasure in the depraved act, but without stimulation to her sex she found she could not find release... The day before she was so close, rubbing her wanton pussy against the table as they bucked against her... Yet, they pulled her hips back just before the release denying her.
The door to the small room opened, the soldier burying the silicone phallus deep inside of her not stopping or slowing... In walked Doctor Aiyla wearing a sly smile like a cat that had just caught a mouse.
"Are you done lying to me, Ms. Grant...?" She asked in a harsh tone.
"I... The truth... All the truth... I swear..." She sobbed.
The doctor shook her head. "Fine. Let's ask your ********..." The sadistic woman said, motioning to somebody in the hallway. In walked a sinister looking Sherry, a grin on her pretty face... Still naked all but for a silvery metal collar.
"Mom... Stop lying..." She insisted, discussing their plot and telling them so many sensitive details. After five minutes of giving the mother a sample of what she told them, Joan stared with broken eyes at her ******** as the two stretched her in such a sinful way... Yet, the weight of keeping so many of those secrets was leaving Joan. Her instilled loyalty was dying... It all died when she smirked at her mother and then looked to Aiyla. "D... Doctor... Can I have what you promised...?" She asked, just above a whisper.
The woman nodded with a sneer. "We'll give you a fertility shot first... White girl, tell your mother what you traded betraying her for..."
"A black baby." Sherry replied with no hesitation.
With no other words, she was led from the room for her blacking.
All hope had died in Joan... Her drooling sex needing relief...
"L.... Let me cum... I'll be good this time..." She begged.
"You will." Doctor Aiyla insisted, knowing more than enough details now to tell if Joan was being deceptive.
That night, she told them every single detail she could think of... Slowly riding a black cock in the process that throbbed inside of her... All 11" buried in her, the tip kissing at her fertile womb now that her was off her birth control. When he first worked that onyx monolith inside of her all the way she had her first orgasm since her torture began... It was a long night of slow grinding, the more knowledgeable wife telling every secret imaginable.
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Two days later, the women were in a new beat up vehicle... Both of them knowing their mission... Both of their bodies leaking African godseed... Both were undoubtedly pregnant. They did not speak... No love was left between them. There was no room in them for loving anything else but worshiping ebony gods and goddesses and craving to be with them once again. Their minds cycling a mantra instilled in their very psyche...
Black is better.
I belong to my black masters.
Black is better.
They own my hair.
Black is better.
They own my breasts.
Black is better.
They own my mouth.
Black is better.
They own my ass.
Black is better.
They own my pussy.
Black is better.
They own my womb.
Black is better.
I am worthless but for my three warm holes and fertile womb.
Black is better.
It had become like a soft prayer to them... Reciting it in their heads bringing them calm and peace.
They sent out a text message that morning encoded wanting to meet up. They were to pretend the vehicle got a flat tire and they were forced to abandon it when pedestrians came to assist them.
Marion was worried he lost them both... The messages from Sherry bringing him so much relief. The pair drove to the new pick up location where an intermediary then brought them to a new safehouse in Merryfax that they just acquired.
The two seemed colder... But, Marion was too pleased to see his ******** and wife alive to take notice. He knew they had to be exhausted from having to hide and lay low for close to a week.
Even when the tear gas canisters broke through the windows of the home they were occupying came... He never would have imaged not one, but both, had betrayed him. Marion's small security team was mowed down and he, his wife, and all three of their children were taken.
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Carrie whimpered... The little redhead on her back, her legs spread wide... She dared not move, not wanting to displease the large Nubian soldier known as 'Bull' from between her long lithe legs. The teen had been subjected to the same treatment as her twin... Two days of indoctrination and she was more than ready to surrender her virginity to her captors.
Bull was 6'2" and pure muscle... His coal black flesh shimmering from the bit of sweat on his flesh as he knelled on the bed of her cell between her legs. Behind him was her converted sister Sherry, pressing her small chest to Bull's back and whispering to him to take her. She even reached around, grabbing the base of his thick turgid ebony tool... Rubbing the domed head up and down her twin's wanton little sex, she grinned at Carrie from the side of Bull's arm, too small to peek over his shoulder. Grasping the base to feel the girth, she cooed to her sister.
"Carrie... Bull and Dr. Aiyla want you to be a good girl like me... Can you be good like me...?" Sherry asked, stroking at the grunting Bull as poor Carrie whimpered.
"Good... I'll be good... I swear..." She begged, needing him inside of her more than she needed anything... The natural dominance of the African race paired with the powerful mind manipulation drugs clouding her silly white girl mind. "I need his big black cock... I need his beautiful African baby..." She swore, tears welling in her beautiful blue eyes.
Sherry could only grin, but felt sympathy for her twin... Only a week ago she was in the same position. Some part of her was not numb to her twin... Eager to share with her the greatest joy reality had to offer - to serve a Nubian and carry their offspring. So firmly, she led the dark domed African spear to her sister's soaked pink opening.
With a single thrust of his powerful hips, Bull impaled her with a heated growl... The little white girl so tight as he burst her hymen and gave her her first taste of having a man inside of her. She would never... Ever... Come to know anything but a black man inside of her, unspoiled by lesser males. Crying out into her hand, the sensation was painful... Her eyes so wet... But, it did not deter her. Connecting eyes with Bull, her thin legs wrapped around his taut firm ass and pulled him downward, impaling herself with him as she whimpered. Inch after inch filled her, but there was no blood... The redhead's eyes rolled back as she fell into the pool of pain and pleasure... Carrie's body soaking and suckling at him as she stretched.
Corrupted Sherry was so pleased to offer her twin up as a 'sacrifice' to the head 'trainer'. She ached to give him a kiss of worship he would enjoy... Moving downward, she grasped his muscular ass cheeks and leaned in for her tongue to lick as his hairless pink ass. Licking him externally brought a few shudders from the powerful Zulu warrior, making him buck back and forth harder between one twin's wanton sex and another's wanton mouth. One of Sherry's small hands went between her legs to masturbate furiously from the depraved seen playing out. A part of Sherry was so happy for Carrie... Sherry had come to know a white boy inside of her, making her feel filthy. She knew Carrie would never know that shame as she lapped at Bull's ass contently.
The twins were alike... Carrie capable of multiple orgasms. Her first twitching and screaming release was 4 minutes in, but as he pushed passed her cervix and kissed against the wall of her fertile unprotected womb they were coming every other minute... The tiny redhead clinging to Bull and both moaning and crying... Her sex drooling thick batter from each release. The depraved now sullied white girl even drooled, her eyes tilted up as endorphins pounded her pretty little brain harder than the powerful black god pounded her.
Feeling him harden and begin to shake, little Carrie could tell he was close... Gripping onto him, she whispered her need to him... Her eyes fixated on his.
"Sir... I want your black baby inside of me... NO! I need... Aaah...! I need it... I exist only to please you... Whites are worthless... I... Aahhh! I know that now..." She swore, biting her bottom lip before making one final declaration to him.
"Please... I want to be the last white person in the world..."
Her full capitulation and tight wanton little white pussy made Bull howl with pleasure. Almost roaring, he pistoned hard again her again and again... Their hips crashing together as he arched his back and erupted deep inside of her, flooding her white girl womb with the seed that would erase her lesser genes forever. Deep inside of her, his swimming little warriors pierced into her egg... Two giving her a set of twins.
The knowledge and intensity was too much, poor Carrie blacking out that she came so hard.
Sherry's kiss continued long after he came... Lapping at him as she reached around and stroked at his base, half of him still buried inside of her. She moved to massaging his heavy sack... Wanting to milk every drop from him for her sweet twin sister.
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30 days on the powerful drug regime saw changes in Marion... Or, 'Mary' as they were calling him now. He was kept in a small cage that prohibited his ability to stand... Each injection making the hair on his flesh grow finer... His chest begin to swell with budding breasts... His already small 5" white cock shrinking and losing its ability to harden... They had not given him the sterilization cocktail, but the other drugs were transforming him... His slender body growing thicker around his hips that seemed to be widening.
Outside of the cage was his real torment... His wife Joan having embraced full depravity. Within an hour of his capture he watched from his cage as she bedded half a dozen ZF soldiers. She did not spend time mocking him unless ordered by their captors - it was much worse... She acted like he was not even there, riding them and begging them to breed her.
Two weeks in she was so excited that she did finally speak to Mary. Walking to the cage, she held up the pregnancy test she just took and smiled so happily at 'her'. "I am so happy right now... This means more than anything I've ever done... Mar-... Mary, this is all I could ever want. I'm already in love with my new Nubian baby... Everything I ever felt for you and those parasites... It's all erased like it wasn't there. But, this...? I'm so grateful our Nubian gods have shown us the way..." She told him, giving him no time to respond as she rubbed at her lower stomach where her uterus was before walking away to her crying husband. It was the first time they finally made him cry... But, it would not be the last.
Weeks passed... Months... Cruel rounds of abuse as not just his wife, but his ********* joined in his torment.
Sherry and Carrie shamelessly rode black cocks as their father watched... His muscle tissue breaking down and his auburn hair growing longer and softer. Both twins openly mocked him, sneered at him, and assisted in his torture... The two cum covered nubile redheads knelled beside the cage, catching and masturbating furiously as one of the guards electrocuted him through the bars with a long cattle prod. By how hard they climaxed and how they begged the guards to be crueler he know they genuinely enjoyed it...
A small slot was used to remove his bedpan and a powerful hose used every other way to spray him clean after they covered him in burning powdered soap.
His greatest shame...? As mother and *********' tummies began to swell with their first black babies, his sanity was coming undone... As three were serving a train of soldiers his hand, having become much more dainty, grasped at his twitching semi-erect member. His pathetic white cock had managed to shrink... Two fingers his primary means of getting off as opposed to a fist as he stroked. His ****** had noticed, taunting him... His release coming within moments...
'Mary' was masturbating to each scene as it played out before 'her'... Tears running down her cheeks each time they were used and bragged out their defilement by the men of the black race. Three months in, his visibly pregnant ********* would enter the room with a new guard every day, kneel beside the cage, and give the messiest and most enthusiastic blowjob to him... Mouthing their coal black ebony monoliths... Gagging on them... Drooling... Struggling to please them as they massaged their heavy sacks that were filled to the brim with the divine seed that was ending his inferior race. Mary caught herself staring... Salivating... Wanting a taste...
A month of such teasing led to Mary being led from her cage one night to some showers and a little salon... There was no fight in her left. The small white Mary was all woman but the tiny flaccid white 'clit' that hung between her legs. As she stood before a mirror, they applied make-up to her and dressed her in lingerie that was white as snow... Her long red hair was teased to be slightly curly. Her nails were painted. Mary's eye brows and laces were made elegant. Staring at herself in the mirror, she passed as a pretty woman... Freckles decorating her flesh seemingly accented.. Freckles her grandchildren would never have.
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Mary was brought into a rather busy room... His wife and ********* were there wearing collars, completely nude and being pulling to Nubian men and women in the small audience of two dozen officials. Each was making use of their mouths... All three talented as sucking black cocks and licking black pussies...
His last shock...?
Seeing his son and heir Daniel... Or. 'Dani' as he was named, led in wearing a collar... His entire form feminized, making him look like a younger version of his twin *********. Within a minute of entering the room his head was already in some Nubian general's lap, deep throating him with a great hunger and vigor... Pushing him to the hilt as he stroked that heavy sack full of African godseed. As he raised his hips, he showed of his toned ass and the black silicone plug deep inside of him.
Broken Mary was led onto the little stage they had set up... A white mattress on the ground as Bull stood there, grinning from ear to ear at him. Dr. Ailya stood there in her lab coat with a sadistic smile. Cameras and lighting made the stage and center of attention... The even live-streamed on the internet.
"I want you to look at your leader. I want you to know this is your fate if you do not surrender and accept the kindness we've shown your sinful race." Dr. Ailya spat, putting her strong hand on Mary's shoulder. She stared at the camera like a deer staring into headlights.
"Mary... Tell us every location... Every person in the WR..." She ordered.
"Yes, Doctor..." She murmured weakly, spouting off the towns hiding the members, names of their leaders, and offering to translate his encrypted ledger of coordinates.
As Mary finished, she was grabbed by their hair by Bull and thrown onto the mattress. Mounted from behind, he held her by the hair and kept her head tugged back... His *********, already enjoying the warm sensation of black cum filling their stomachs from the generous spectators, crawled to the mattress... Each licked eagerly at Bull's 13" onyx pillar. They had him soaking and dripping with saliva before they crawled away... The two of them soon in the front row riding black gods reverse cowgirl beside Joan and Dani... All eyes on the final destruction of the white man that their father once was.
As Bull's thick domed head pressed against his virgin ass and impaled the broken resistance leader, swarms of Nubian soldiers were sweeping the towns hiding WR members. Seeing their greatest leader humbled so low broke the remaining devout followers. Not a single town would be left standing in the end... Feeling the superiority of his enemy filling him, Mary's tiny clit drooling his 'bitch cum', his prostate being squished by the ebony god filling him...
With a grip on the back of his head, Mary was being rutted violently from behind. Drool... Tears... Both leaked down his pretty painted face as he felt his first pitiful orgasm... Feminine moans coming from him as his hips finally pushed back, needing every inch of that real man inside of him. At last, Mary understood the superiority of the African species... The inferiority of the European one... This was white ********...
...And he welcomed it as African cum flooded his bowels.
