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Since 2017, thousands of white supremacists have marched in Charlottesville the second weekend of August. For the past 8 years, it has become a rallying point for the declining white population in the United States. However, the last four years saw a gradual decline from their peak of 200,000 in 2021. This year it was estimated a mere 6,000 showed up due to the massive decline of white extremism.
Candy rode along with her white husband Jeff in their van to pitch a tent and take part in the rally that often turned violent. The woman was anxious, thousands of Antifa and Zulu Brotherhood would be counter protesting them. Yet, they were assured that they would outnumber the counter protesters.
They were incredibly wrong. 150,000 counter protestors showed up.
The white southern belle had driven up from Southern Virginia, coming from a proud white patrician house that once owned one of the largest plantations in the region. Although she would publicly claim she was just at Charlottesville to ‘honor her ancestors’ who fought in the Civil War, she was deeply racist. But, like most weak white people, the couple was passive aggressive and not openly racist.
Candy had long curly red hair, the woman having to brush it a few times a day to keep it malleable. She was a dainty girl at 24, standing a mere 5’0” and 98lbs. She proudly wore a ‘Heritage, Not Hate’ white t-shirt with her daisy dukes to show off her long creamy white legs. Over the last four years, she had grown fond of the looks she received. Women were always a minority at the rally. The simple fact was physiologically the beta white males congregated to subconsciously deny their inferiority. No respectable woman of any race would want to take part in that. Yet, Candy was a dedicated young wife. This was important to Jeff and she always had fun at the tailgate parties.
This year would be different.
The day had them chanting, but they easily found themselves drowned out by the counter protestors. Carrying bats and clubs, the ebony gods of the Zulu Brotherhood grinned menacingly at the easily outnumbered and surrounded white supremacists. Their strongest white man would be no match for their weakest Nubian Warrior. Aside from rocks being thrown, there was no violence as the protest around the statue of Robert E. Lee transitioned to a gathering and celebration. Each year the evenings were sort of a ‘ceasefire’ for protests.
Jeff and Candy took the stage on the small podium before the monument, her husband there to speak on behalf of the Alt Right organization he represented in their region. As they stood up, the crowd of white men with just over a hundred females, whistled at his blushing bride.
“Brothers… Sisters… In America today we are made to be ashamed of being white. Our ancestors built this nation… Our ancestors built European civilization…” He began, a cry coming out as a bruised and bloody white man ran up toward the stage.
“THEY’RE COMING! THEY’RE ALL COMING!” He hollered, shaking intensely in fear.
That was when on all sides a horde of Nubians and Social Justice Warriors (SJW) began their assault from all sides. With spiked bats, blades, and clubs they descended on the crowd of unsuspecting whites. The meek inferior protestors found themselves easily overrun, thousands of them being killed in a matter of minutes from powerful blows, trampling, and even being kicked to death.
Candy and Jeff tried to hide under the little platform before the statue. Within 45 minutes, only a couple hundred whites remained. Bodies were everywhere and ZB and SJWs jeered the survivors they had seized. Binding them in zip ties, most of the survivors were white women spared. The white couple was found under the platform and dragged onto it. Jeff was bound and made to kneel and watch as his mouth was taped shut with a duct tape.
Candy would be their declaration.
The white girl screamed, kicking and hollering. “Let me go… You… Y-You… Niggers! NIGGERS!” She called out.
After a brutal slap to her face by Avon, one of the leaders of the ZB’s assault, he stunned her easily. She saw a white flash and found herself half-naked by the time she returned to her senses. Two black males, a black female, and a small white girl were ripping at her clothing and taking it from her. Leaving her fully bare, she was made to kneel before Avon. The crowd cheered as he undid the belt of his camo pants… Candy’s eyes went from his black military boots to the black beret on his head. The man was no more than 30, his body chiseled and toned like the soldier he was dressed as.
Why was she already soaking wet?
Undoing his belt, he reached down and fished out 13” of ebony godcock. The semi-erect member throbbed as he stared down grinning. Candy swallowed hard, staring at it as a thick bead of precum leaked from the tip. She always swore that the claim black men were well endowed was a liberal lie.
It was the first truth she would discover that night.
Grasping the back of her head by her luscious red hair, he held the base and led the domed head to pink lips, sparkling from her lip balm. She stared a few moments, almost forgetting her white husband was right there watching… Yet, instinctively she moved her head forward before she was told, her small pink tongue coming out and lapping up the dripping beads. Her beautiful blue eyes stared up into Avon’s. He used no words, but she was beginning to understand as she stared into those dominant dark chocolate eyes.
The white men and women bound were forced to watch as Candy opened her little mouth and began to take the domed head inside. Letting out a soft heated moan, she found pleasing Avon was the most important thing to her right now. Millions of years of evolution deeply set in the instinct to breed with the most superior male. She once thought that was white men until she found herself set upon by better men and women.
“Use your hands…” Avon grunted out, enjoying her little tongue as her lips wrapped around him. Her shivering hands rose up, grasping the base of the girth with two hands. Her small fingers did not quite fit around him, a desperate cry coming from her as her eyes began to wet. A million excuses could come to her why she should pleasure Avon. They could kill her… Her husband… The survivors. Yet, she didn’t need them. She wanted to do this because it would please Avon. Arousal was already intoxicating her and saturating her simple white girl mind.
Her hatred of black people and her deeply ingrained racist up bringing was being erased in moments by this ebony Adonis.
Poor Jeff watched in terror, seeing her more eager to go down on Avon than she had ever been with his 4” pathetic white member. She had to be acting to protect them… Right? Even more shameful, he was becoming erect watching the lewd display.
Forcing her downward using his powerful dark hand, he entered Candy’s tight little throat. The broken racist white girl gasped, drool leaking down her chin and his swollen black sack. Obediently, her head began to bob.
The crowd watched intensely, almost completely silent at the sinful ritual. The next betrayal of their race began as captive white women let out aroused moans watching the display.
Avon found himself fully prepared, pulling out of her tight throat with a wet lewd popping sound. Breathing deeply, he sneered. “All four, snowbunny.” He insisted.
With wet eyes, Candy nodded. Instinctively, she responded, “Yes, Sir…”
Facing the crowd on her hands and knees, she raised her cute bottom high in the air. Observing the crowd, weak white men shamefully were flushed red with arousal at the sight. White women? Many already had black cocks down their tight little throats or their head buried between the legs of an ebony goddess. It was when she realized something…
This was the future of the white race.
They would be bred out and snuffed out. The future was ebony. This was the future.
Mounting her from behind, Avon slid off his black t-shirt to expose his muscular torso. Turning her head to the side as best she could, she stared up at him with dreamy eyes.
“Sir… Please fuck me…” She asked, almost begging.
Jeff, hearing her sweet voice, felt his heart snap in two.
Grasping the saliva soaked base of his black monolith, he rubbed the domed head up and down her nectar drooling white sex. With a heated grunt, those powerful dark hips thrust forward impaling the little white girl. Giving her white ass a stinging slap, he gave her no time to adjust to him as he pushed deep inside of her… Threatening to split her.
Candy was crying out, tears leaking from her beautiful eyes… In response to the slap, she thrust her own hips backward to meet him. She felt him push passed her cervix and enter her unprotected womb. Her and Jeff just got off birth control two weeks ago, eager to bring as many white offspring into the world as they could. Now…? The idea would disgust corrupted Candy.
Half of the white women in the crowd were being fucked with thick black cocks or large jet black strap-ons. The others were forced to provide oral to their new owners as the white male captives watched in fear. Some of the prettier ones were horrified as some of the black males and females decided they would be taking them anally with their ebony tools. All dignity would be taken from them.
Staring at the future of her race, Candy continued to thrust her hips back wanting that entire monster black cock buried inside of her. Feeling him arrive at the hilt, his large black balls hit against her swollen pink clit. With a heated moan of pleasure and pain, she remembered she was fertile… Realized she would likely be filled with this nameless man’s African godseed.
That was the first time she came that night.
Avon was a cruel lover… Her creamy white bottom covered in bruises and swollen red from his slaps and thrusts. After ten minutes of violent fucking she had to have came half a dozen times… Each orgasm making tears pour from her eyes and hot nectar gush from her sex. Her tight cunt squeezed at him, trying to milk him of every drop of seed. Feeling him become rock hard, she knew he was about to cum.
Turning her head to the side, she locked eyes with her defeated husband. With a loud moan and a sadistic sneer she called out to Avon.
“Uh…! Please… Cum in me… I… Aaah…! I want your black baby… FUCK THE WHITE RACE!” She cried out, having another intense orgasm just before Avon erupted inside of her. Shot after shot of his superior seed filled her fertile womb. Unknown to them, his little African warriors already swarmed her egg, one of them impaling it and beginning a new black god or goddess deep inside of the white vessel. She would be the last white person in her ******.
Being flipped over by Avon, the man’s glistening black body radiated in the light of the Tiki torches as Candy looked on... Grinning devilishly, he was not done with her. He would use her three more times before he was spent, the poor white girl unconscious at the end as her weak body gave out on her.
The next few days were brutal for the white captives. Their gathering was classified by the government as a ‘terrorist movement’. All rights were stripped of them in the new state’s eyes. Media outlets all over the country showed the debauchery of the camp as white girls were bred and enslaved while white men were disposed of. Countless white girls around the country privately got off to the footage, staring at the screen at the scenes of violence.
Candy? She was now Avon’s, following him around clung to his arm. She was property. During speeches and ceremonies that weekend, he led her on a metal leash attached to her thick black leather collar.
Each night, back in their tent, she would be bouncing up and down on Avon’s ebony godcock as she stared at her bound and broken husband kept there with no food or water in his own filth.
On the final day, Candy was one of the 92 white girls made to watch the final executions as they rode their new owners reverse cowgirl on the soft green grass. Almost every one of them was already pregnant with new black lives. Two pregnant white females found they were used so violently that they white babies were already miscarried. Yet, they were nothing but glad to be rid of the white parasites.
Candy moaned, bucking up and down on the man she loved more than anything in the world as she watched them hang her husband from the statue of Robert E Lee. Above her little breasts below her collarbone was a large black spade newly tattooed into her flesh. Rubbing her swollen pink pearl, she stared with glazed eyes at the crying and begging Jeff before they snuffed him out for good. The sight of it and the knowledge his murder’s black baby was inside of her? She had the most intense orgasm of her life.
All of the leaders remaining were hung there as new monument to the future. That night a bulldozer would come to destroy the monument for good, the rubble and bodies of the white men buried in the landfill with it.
Be sure to support my work by checking out my catalog and buying one of my deviant tales.
Try my newest story Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 1), Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 2), Blacking the White Resistance I, or Blacking the White Resistance II.I'm sad to say Amazon and I are having issues. I'll be moving my catalog to SmashWords and B&N, but I won't be putting new content on Amazon for now.
BLACKMAS SPECIAL!
Bestseller Pack - Blacked Hypnosis I, II, III, & IV
Bestseller Pack - White Boy Disposal Center I, II, & III
Bestseller Pack - Amelia Blacks Her ****** I & II
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Keep sending me your evil thoughts~ They fuel me.
darkesttaboopress@protonmail.com
-Fatima
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Since 2017, thousands of white supremacists have marched in Charlottesville the second weekend of August. For the past 8 years, it has become a rallying point for the declining white population in the United States. However, the last four years saw a gradual decline from their peak of 200,000 in 2021. This year it was estimated a mere 6,000 showed up due to the massive decline of white extremism.
Candy rode along with her white husband Jeff in their van to pitch a tent and take part in the rally that often turned violent. The woman was anxious, thousands of Antifa and Zulu Brotherhood would be counter protesting them. Yet, they were assured that they would outnumber the counter protesters.
They were incredibly wrong. 150,000 counter protestors showed up.
The white southern belle had driven up from Southern Virginia, coming from a proud white patrician house that once owned one of the largest plantations in the region. Although she would publicly claim she was just at Charlottesville to ‘honor her ancestors’ who fought in the Civil War, she was deeply racist. But, like most weak white people, the couple was passive aggressive and not openly racist.
Candy had long curly red hair, the woman having to brush it a few times a day to keep it malleable. She was a dainty girl at 24, standing a mere 5’0” and 98lbs. She proudly wore a ‘Heritage, Not Hate’ white t-shirt with her daisy dukes to show off her long creamy white legs. Over the last four years, she had grown fond of the looks she received. Women were always a minority at the rally. The simple fact was physiologically the beta white males congregated to subconsciously deny their inferiority. No respectable woman of any race would want to take part in that. Yet, Candy was a dedicated young wife. This was important to Jeff and she always had fun at the tailgate parties.
This year would be different.
The day had them chanting, but they easily found themselves drowned out by the counter protestors. Carrying bats and clubs, the ebony gods of the Zulu Brotherhood grinned menacingly at the easily outnumbered and surrounded white supremacists. Their strongest white man would be no match for their weakest Nubian Warrior. Aside from rocks being thrown, there was no violence as the protest around the statue of Robert E. Lee transitioned to a gathering and celebration. Each year the evenings were sort of a ‘ceasefire’ for protests.
Jeff and Candy took the stage on the small podium before the monument, her husband there to speak on behalf of the Alt Right organization he represented in their region. As they stood up, the crowd of white men with just over a hundred females, whistled at his blushing bride.
“Brothers… Sisters… In America today we are made to be ashamed of being white. Our ancestors built this nation… Our ancestors built European civilization…” He began, a cry coming out as a bruised and bloody white man ran up toward the stage.
“THEY’RE COMING! THEY’RE ALL COMING!” He hollered, shaking intensely in fear.
That was when on all sides a horde of Nubians and Social Justice Warriors (SJW) began their assault from all sides. With spiked bats, blades, and clubs they descended on the crowd of unsuspecting whites. The meek inferior protestors found themselves easily overrun, thousands of them being killed in a matter of minutes from powerful blows, trampling, and even being kicked to death.
Candy and Jeff tried to hide under the little platform before the statue. Within 45 minutes, only a couple hundred whites remained. Bodies were everywhere and ZB and SJWs jeered the survivors they had seized. Binding them in zip ties, most of the survivors were white women spared. The white couple was found under the platform and dragged onto it. Jeff was bound and made to kneel and watch as his mouth was taped shut with a duct tape.
Candy would be their declaration.
The white girl screamed, kicking and hollering. “Let me go… You… Y-You… Niggers! NIGGERS!” She called out.
After a brutal slap to her face by Avon, one of the leaders of the ZB’s assault, he stunned her easily. She saw a white flash and found herself half-naked by the time she returned to her senses. Two black males, a black female, and a small white girl were ripping at her clothing and taking it from her. Leaving her fully bare, she was made to kneel before Avon. The crowd cheered as he undid the belt of his camo pants… Candy’s eyes went from his black military boots to the black beret on his head. The man was no more than 30, his body chiseled and toned like the soldier he was dressed as.
Why was she already soaking wet?
Undoing his belt, he reached down and fished out 13” of ebony godcock. The semi-erect member throbbed as he stared down grinning. Candy swallowed hard, staring at it as a thick bead of precum leaked from the tip. She always swore that the claim black men were well endowed was a liberal lie.
It was the first truth she would discover that night.
Grasping the back of her head by her luscious red hair, he held the base and led the domed head to pink lips, sparkling from her lip balm. She stared a few moments, almost forgetting her white husband was right there watching… Yet, instinctively she moved her head forward before she was told, her small pink tongue coming out and lapping up the dripping beads. Her beautiful blue eyes stared up into Avon’s. He used no words, but she was beginning to understand as she stared into those dominant dark chocolate eyes.
The white men and women bound were forced to watch as Candy opened her little mouth and began to take the domed head inside. Letting out a soft heated moan, she found pleasing Avon was the most important thing to her right now. Millions of years of evolution deeply set in the instinct to breed with the most superior male. She once thought that was white men until she found herself set upon by better men and women.
“Use your hands…” Avon grunted out, enjoying her little tongue as her lips wrapped around him. Her shivering hands rose up, grasping the base of the girth with two hands. Her small fingers did not quite fit around him, a desperate cry coming from her as her eyes began to wet. A million excuses could come to her why she should pleasure Avon. They could kill her… Her husband… The survivors. Yet, she didn’t need them. She wanted to do this because it would please Avon. Arousal was already intoxicating her and saturating her simple white girl mind.
Her hatred of black people and her deeply ingrained racist up bringing was being erased in moments by this ebony Adonis.
Poor Jeff watched in terror, seeing her more eager to go down on Avon than she had ever been with his 4” pathetic white member. She had to be acting to protect them… Right? Even more shameful, he was becoming erect watching the lewd display.
Forcing her downward using his powerful dark hand, he entered Candy’s tight little throat. The broken racist white girl gasped, drool leaking down her chin and his swollen black sack. Obediently, her head began to bob.
The crowd watched intensely, almost completely silent at the sinful ritual. The next betrayal of their race began as captive white women let out aroused moans watching the display.
Avon found himself fully prepared, pulling out of her tight throat with a wet lewd popping sound. Breathing deeply, he sneered. “All four, snowbunny.” He insisted.
With wet eyes, Candy nodded. Instinctively, she responded, “Yes, Sir…”
Facing the crowd on her hands and knees, she raised her cute bottom high in the air. Observing the crowd, weak white men shamefully were flushed red with arousal at the sight. White women? Many already had black cocks down their tight little throats or their head buried between the legs of an ebony goddess. It was when she realized something…
This was the future of the white race.
They would be bred out and snuffed out. The future was ebony. This was the future.
Mounting her from behind, Avon slid off his black t-shirt to expose his muscular torso. Turning her head to the side as best she could, she stared up at him with dreamy eyes.
“Sir… Please fuck me…” She asked, almost begging.
Jeff, hearing her sweet voice, felt his heart snap in two.
Grasping the saliva soaked base of his black monolith, he rubbed the domed head up and down her nectar drooling white sex. With a heated grunt, those powerful dark hips thrust forward impaling the little white girl. Giving her white ass a stinging slap, he gave her no time to adjust to him as he pushed deep inside of her… Threatening to split her.
Candy was crying out, tears leaking from her beautiful eyes… In response to the slap, she thrust her own hips backward to meet him. She felt him push passed her cervix and enter her unprotected womb. Her and Jeff just got off birth control two weeks ago, eager to bring as many white offspring into the world as they could. Now…? The idea would disgust corrupted Candy.
Half of the white women in the crowd were being fucked with thick black cocks or large jet black strap-ons. The others were forced to provide oral to their new owners as the white male captives watched in fear. Some of the prettier ones were horrified as some of the black males and females decided they would be taking them anally with their ebony tools. All dignity would be taken from them.
Staring at the future of her race, Candy continued to thrust her hips back wanting that entire monster black cock buried inside of her. Feeling him arrive at the hilt, his large black balls hit against her swollen pink clit. With a heated moan of pleasure and pain, she remembered she was fertile… Realized she would likely be filled with this nameless man’s African godseed.
That was the first time she came that night.
Avon was a cruel lover… Her creamy white bottom covered in bruises and swollen red from his slaps and thrusts. After ten minutes of violent fucking she had to have came half a dozen times… Each orgasm making tears pour from her eyes and hot nectar gush from her sex. Her tight cunt squeezed at him, trying to milk him of every drop of seed. Feeling him become rock hard, she knew he was about to cum.
Turning her head to the side, she locked eyes with her defeated husband. With a loud moan and a sadistic sneer she called out to Avon.
“Uh…! Please… Cum in me… I… Aaah…! I want your black baby… FUCK THE WHITE RACE!” She cried out, having another intense orgasm just before Avon erupted inside of her. Shot after shot of his superior seed filled her fertile womb. Unknown to them, his little African warriors already swarmed her egg, one of them impaling it and beginning a new black god or goddess deep inside of the white vessel. She would be the last white person in her ******.
Being flipped over by Avon, the man’s glistening black body radiated in the light of the Tiki torches as Candy looked on... Grinning devilishly, he was not done with her. He would use her three more times before he was spent, the poor white girl unconscious at the end as her weak body gave out on her.
The next few days were brutal for the white captives. Their gathering was classified by the government as a ‘terrorist movement’. All rights were stripped of them in the new state’s eyes. Media outlets all over the country showed the debauchery of the camp as white girls were bred and enslaved while white men were disposed of. Countless white girls around the country privately got off to the footage, staring at the screen at the scenes of violence.
Candy? She was now Avon’s, following him around clung to his arm. She was property. During speeches and ceremonies that weekend, he led her on a metal leash attached to her thick black leather collar.
Each night, back in their tent, she would be bouncing up and down on Avon’s ebony godcock as she stared at her bound and broken husband kept there with no food or water in his own filth.
On the final day, Candy was one of the 92 white girls made to watch the final executions as they rode their new owners reverse cowgirl on the soft green grass. Almost every one of them was already pregnant with new black lives. Two pregnant white females found they were used so violently that they white babies were already miscarried. Yet, they were nothing but glad to be rid of the white parasites.
Candy moaned, bucking up and down on the man she loved more than anything in the world as she watched them hang her husband from the statue of Robert E Lee. Above her little breasts below her collarbone was a large black spade newly tattooed into her flesh. Rubbing her swollen pink pearl, she stared with glazed eyes at the crying and begging Jeff before they snuffed him out for good. The sight of it and the knowledge his murder’s black baby was inside of her? She had the most intense orgasm of her life.
All of the leaders remaining were hung there as new monument to the future. That night a bulldozer would come to destroy the monument for good, the rubble and bodies of the white men buried in the landfill with it.
