My last story was similarly messed up and wasn't accepted, but I thought I would give this another shot since I didn't get explicit feedback on why. If this one isn't accepted either, I will take the hint and start posting my writing elsewhere - It's really not my goal to tick of the admins as I adore this site!
WARNING: Oh my god this is another fucked up story. If you're not into black-on-white violence, don't read it - you won't like it. If you're not into whiteboy disposal, don't read it - you won't like it. If you don't know whiteboy disposal is, don't read it - you don't want to like it. Please don't complain if you read it and are shocked by violence - this is your warning. Feel free to tell me it sucks for other reasons, though. Constructive feedback always appreciated!
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Mitch and Allie Goodrich were a typical young, successful, white couple living in the suburbs. They were an attractive pair, both with athletic builds, light complexions, silky brown hair and blue eyes – their resemblance was such that they were occasionally mistaken for siblings as opposed to a man and wife. They had been college sweethearts, marrying shortly after graduation, and had then moved into a modest ranch house their parents helped them to purchase in a nice mostly-white neighborhood with good schools. Life since their wedding three years ago had been generally idyllic, and although they didn’t yet have any children they were talking about starting a ****** soon.
One Saturday morning, Mitch woke up to bright sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. The light made him grimace – he and Allie had stayed up late the night before having drinks and watching Netflix, and he had a mild hangover brewing. He turned groggily to his side in bed to see that Allie had already gotten up, and the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen revealed that she was probably up and cooking breakfast. Mitch laid his head back down on his pillow and closed his eyes for another moment – he was lucky to have a girl like Allie to take care of him.
As his consciousness slowly returned to him, Mitch became aware that he was sporting morning wood, and he could feel it pressing uncomfortably against his boxer shorts. He and Allie hadn’t had sex recently, which he chalked up to increased stress at work for both of them. For awhile it seemed like last night would be his chance to get lucky, but the final round of whiskey sours he made was too much for them to handle, and instead of sex the couple had spooned in bed until they fell asleep. Now, his erection was letting him know that he was long overdue for release, and he smiled thinking that he could probably convince Allie to make love with him that morning. They didn’t have anything planned for the day, and a long, lazy day in bed might be just the thing to bring the sexual spark back to their relationship.
Mitch fumbled his way out of bed and tossed on a T-shirt before heading out of the bedroom and making his way towards the kitchen, his respectable five-inch erection pointing the way ahead. Walking down the hallway he could see that Allie was sitting with her favorite mug in a bright spot of sun on the loveseat by the window in the living room, wearing one of his oversize flannel shirts like a dress with no pants to cover her long slender legs – a very sexy look for his cute brunette wife. He redirected his course to give her his usual “good morning” peck on the cheek, but as he rounded the corner into the living room he suddenly jumped from surprise, realizing that there were two unexpected people sitting on the couch to his immediate right and previously hidden from view, both with coffee mugs in hand.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he leaped back, “you scared the hell out of me.” In return, the individuals on the couch smiled politely, if coldly back at him. The couple was not immediately familiar to him, and he took a moment to study them both. The person sitting closer to him was a light-skinned Black woman who appeared to around his age. She was very pretty but dressed conservatively with a tightly pulled back bun, a white collared shirt buttoned up to the neck but clinging tightly to heavy breasts, and navy blue slacks. The man sitting farther away was very large and powerfully built but seemed slightly older, with deep mahogany skin and close-cropped curly hair and a thick, full, black beard. He was dressed very similarly to his female counterpart with a tight white shirt, thin black tie, and navy slacks, giving the pair the appearance of wearing a uniform. For all Mitch knew, this was a uniform.
Allie smiled sweetly at her husband. “Good morning, honey. Sorry for the surprise! Why don’t you go make yourself, ahem, decent, and then come back out and join us, okay?”
Still not knowing who these strangers were or how exactly he should react, Mitch turned around and headed back to the bedroom to throw on a pair of sweats and his slippers before coming back out. The sudden shock from the unexpected visitors had caused his erection to rapidly deflate, and by the time he made it to the kitchen to grab his own mug of coffee and back to the living room his penis had disappeared from sight into the baggy folds of his pants fabric. He plopped himself down on the soft chair next to his wife and sipped at his cup as he looked expectantly around the room.
The young Black woman was the first to speak. “Hello, Sir. My name is Nia, and this is my partner, Anton.” The Black man nodded by way of acknowledgment. “We’re out here doing missionary work this morning, and your wife was kind enough to invite us inside.”
It then dawned on Mitch that he had seen these two before, going door to door around the neighborhood. They received all kinds of unwanted visitors at their house, pitching charities and religions, and he silently scolded himself for not posting a “no soliciting” sign.
“Oh, I see. So what are you, exactly? Jehovah's Witnesses or something? Because I can assure you, we’ve already found Jesus in this household, so there’s really no need...”
Nia cut him off with a laugh. “No, no. Nothing like that. We don’t go around telling fairy-tales about made up figures like Jesus, so don’t you worry.”
Mitch raised a concerned eyebrow at this statement. Although he and Allie didn’t always make it to church these days, they were still definitely a Christian household, and he was moderately offended that these guests in his home would insult their faith in this fashion. “Okay, so if you’re not Witnesses, then what are you? Nation of Islam?”
Nia smiled at him again, still with no trace of warmth. “Much closer, but not exactly.” She leaned forward in her chair. “We represent the Church of White Extinction, and we’re here today to ask you to accept Black cock as your personal Lord and Savior.”
Mitch was too taken aback by this revelation to say anything for a moment. He had heard about these nut-jobs on the news recently. From the report he saw, they were a group of radical Black Supremacists who held “worship services” at Voluntary Whiteboy Disposal Centers around the state, and who distributed hardcore interracial pornography while calling it “religious literature.” The report had mentioned that it was the fastest growing religion in the country, but Mitch had still never expected to have them turn up on his own doorstep.
Mitch finally broke the silence and snapped back at Nia, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but the two of you can get out of my house this instant.” He stood up and pointed to the door for emphasis.
Nia scowled at the white figure standing before her, but didn’t say anything or make a move to stand up. Anton however, spoke up for the first time, and in a deep, commanding voice he addressed Mitch, “You WILL speak to your Nubian superiors with respect. This is your only warning. There will be severe consequences if you talk to my proud sister that way again.”
Mitch turned to look at his wife to see her reaction to this obvious threat, but if she was concerned at all her face didn’t betray it. She smiled reassuringly back at him, “Babe it’s okay. Seriously. I invited them in for some coffee and conversation, there’s no need to get heated. My girlfriend Dani is a new member of the church in Brockton, and I just want to understand what she’s getting herself into.” Seeing his wife’s cool demeanor, Mitch returned to his seat but still appeared uncomfortable with the interlopers. He knew Dani in passing, and also that she had taken some kind of job with the VWD. He wasn’t too happy with his wife continuing to hang out with her anymore, but that would have to be a private conversation for another time. He took a long swig of coffee and glanced back at Anton to see if he would escalate the situation, but the powerful Black man seemed perfectly calm for the moment. Allie then turned to Nia, “Please go on, you were just starting to tell me the basic tenets of the faith when Mitch walked in?”
Nia set down her mug on the side table before launching in to an explanation. “Our fundamental belief is this – there is only one true evil in the Universe, and that is the white race.” Mitch coughed derisively, and everyone else shot him a stern glance before Nia continued on. “To that end, anything done in the cause of destroying the white race is good, and anything done to continue its existence is evil. For example, the Bible tells you that you shouldn’t commit adultery. Our Church, on the other hand, teaches that a white woman must cheat on her white husband with a non-white man. As Black is the opposite of white, taking a Black mate is strongly preferred, but not strictly mandatory.”
Allie looked confused, but also interested in the unconventional statement of faith. “So, you’re saying is that having a Black baby is like the best thing a person can do, and that having a white baby is the worst thing?”
Nia smiled back at her. “Very close, but not quite. Having non-white children strikes at the future of the white race, but there is an even higher calling in striking at the present of the race. That is where our highest sacrament comes in – whiteboy disposal. Destroying a whiteboy not only prevents future white children, but also removes a great evil from the world. That’s why we hold our worship services at VWD Centers – it’s the only place we can fully and freely practice our religion.”
By this point Mitch was rolling his eyes. “Oh great, so killing loser white guys who have a disposal fetish is the core of your religion. Makes perfect sense. Well tell me then, if the white race really is so bad, why don’t you just get it over with and massacre white women too?”
Although his tone was sarcastic, Nia humored Mitch and continued, “Well, that brings me to the next core tenet of our faith- redemption is possible for white women through a baptism of Black Seed. It must be accepted of their own free will, and into an unprotected womb. As they lack a uterus, whiteboys cannot be fully redeemed and may never join the Church, but through permanent chastity and frequent rectal administration of the Holy Seed they can become fellow-travelers and avoid the fate that must befall all other whiteboys.”
“Wow,” Allie seemed to be pondering this idea, “that’s pretty intense. I mean, I knew that Dani had some baptism ceremony at the VWD Center, but I didn’t know that’s what she was talking about! And it sounds way more interesting than what I was picturing.” She giggled, which caused Mitch to bristle with disapproval. “So like, you guys think this is how you get into heaven?”
Nia shrugged, “No, nothing so fanciful as that. Out faith doesn’t believe in any sort of afterlife, only the constant struggle of genes here on Earth. It doesn’t matter if you are the greatest of Nubians or the lowest of whiteboys – death is final. But with that said, we still believe that paradise can be achieved here, in this life. Every time a white vagina spreads to accept a Black penis, that is a sacrament of the ultimate good. Every time a whiteboy is erased from existence, every time a white womb swells with a Black child, we are that much closer to paradise. And every VWD Center is a reflection of that future, perfect world we have faith that we can achieve – a world where all whiteness has been replaced by Black.”
Allie and Mitch both sat quietly, reflecting on this radical and heretical idea. Several moments passed before Allie spoke up again, “I guess that kinda makes sense, when you think about it.” Mitch looked at his spouse in genuine shock as she continued, “I mean, I’ve certainly questioned my faith, like, a lot of the time. We live in the modern world, where’s the proof of anything like God? But Black superiority? Yeah, I mean, I can see that with my own eyes every day. I can see it looking across the room.”
Mitch attempted to speak up and chastise his wife for this unexpected and horrifying renunciation of her Christian faith and the white race, but instead of the stern rebuke that he meant to utter, what escaped his lips was a long and slurred “Szzzzrrrrrbbbbb….” His eyes shot open wide in confusion.
Allie put a hand on his leg and looked at him with her lips pressed tightly together, perhaps a look of concern, or feigned concern. “Oh, sorry Mitch, that’s probably the paralytic kicking in. We added it to the coffee after we poured our cups. I heard from Dani that a lot of whiteboys get pretty angry when they learn about the Church’s teachings, and we agreed that it would be better if you didn’t try anything stupid when our guests were here. She got me some of the stuff they use at the VWD to keep whiteboys docile, just in case.” The expression in Mitch’s eyes changed from one of shock to one of anger, but his face and body otherwise remained glassy and still – the intended effect of the paralytic was rapidly taking hold. While he was able to continue moving his eyes, the rest of his body stubbornly refused to budge, although he noted it did not seem to affect his sense of touch. Allie turned back to Nia and Anton, “How long is this supposed to last again?”
Anton responded, “A few hours, plenty long for us to talk about whatever we need to talk about.” Allie nodded her head approvingly. “Now then,” he continued, “what else can we tell you about our Church to get you to consider joining up with us? We can always use another attractive white girl around to further the cause.”
Allie took a moment of silent reflection before answering. “I have to say, I’m interested in your religion. Dani has been giving me some literature, and it’s definitely convinced me that I want to learn more. But you guys say you’re interested in the truth, not fairy-tales, so I have to ask – is it true what they say about Black men? About Black Cocks? I’ve seen it in photos and videos, but I feel like it’s not the same as seeing it for myself. If it’s really true about Black Cock, I think I’m about ready to join up.”
All eyes turned to Anton, who allowed a confident smile to cross his previously stoic face. Without a word he stood up from the couch and brought his hands to his belt, slowly dropping his zipper fly before spreading the fabric apart, allowing his flaccid penis to fall free. Allie’s jaw dropped at sight of the monstrous organ, and if Mitch could have moved at all he would have made the same expression. The thick black snake was perhaps eight inches, with an uncut head half-covered in foreskin. It drooped towards the floor, twitching very slightly. Nia reached over with her right hand and grasped the flaccid phallus, all the while looking straight at Allie. “What do you think of this, white girl?” she proffered. “Proof enough that ours is the true faith? Proof enough that this organ is the only God you should worship?”
“Holy shit, yes, that’s all the proof I need. Black is definitely better.”
Nia smiled triumphantly – she had won yet another convert to the true faith. “Good, you’ve taken your first step on the journey to redemption that will be complete with your baptism. But first, come pray with me.”
Allie cocked her head quizzically. “So, you guys actually pray? Alright, wasn’t really expecting that. How does that even work?”
In response Nia lowered herself onto her knees just to the right of Anton, facing toward the sacred phallus. She patted the spot on the floor next to her, directly in front of Anton, indicating that Allie should also join her on her knees in worship. Allie understood the signal, and crossed the room to settle on the ground beside her new mentor in the faith, just inches away from the object of their shared affection with her eyes level with its base. The pretty white girl settling in front of Anton must have pleased him, as his cock gave a sudden twitch that almost smacked Allie’s chin before it resumed is downward-pointing position. Across the room Mitch struggled with all his might against the effect of the drug debilitating him, trying desperately to stand, to somehow stop this insanity - but all he could muster was a pathetic whimper that went completely ignored. He did manage to tip himself from his upright seated position to a far less-comfortable position slumped over the arm of the loveseat, but still able to easily view his wife’s betrayal.
Nia pressed her hands together in a position of prayer, and Allie followed suit. “Okay, repeat after me. ‘Oh Black gods, Lords of the Earth’...” She paused a moment to ensure that Allie spoke the words, and then continued on, pausing again after each sentence so that the white girl could echo her plea. “Please bestow upon me your sacred Black seed. May it fill my stomach and fill my womb each day to nourish me. May it make my sons and ********* the true heirs of Nubia. May your powerful line erase all whiteness, now and forever.” The prayer concluded with a solemn “amen.”
The power of the prayer was awakening something inside Anton’s long penis, and it was growing plumper by the second, but still pointed languidly towards the floor. “Well done, sister. Now then, it’s time to accept a purifying sacrament – before you can take the Holy Seed in baptism, you will first cleanse the vessel with your mouth. This is the Rite of Fellatio – you must accept the organ down your throat until you can rest your tongue against the balls, and then you must use your throat to milk the penis to orgasm. In this way, you honor the seed-giver, and cleanse his shaft so that you may receive its gift in your womb.” Nia herself scooted forward and planted a kiss on the side of the shaft, leaving a wet lip print on the onyx organ.
If Allie was surprised or concerned about her ability to tackle the monstrous penis after years of her husband’s middling white dick she didn’t show it. With the faith and resolve of a new convert she edged forward until her lips were grazing the bulbous dome, and after a moment to steel herself for the task ahead she started easing her mouth around the thick head, slowly extending her neck in an effort to reach the base of the shaft.
Although the power of the Black cock was smoldering before, at the touch of the hot warm lips wrapped around it, the sheer sexual energy of the organ roared to life. In the blink of an eye the cock was no longer flaccid, it was erecting itself at great speed inside of Allie’s mouth, who could only gaze up at the Black god’s face in awe as his erection seemed to actually push her away. As it grew to its full size, the white girl had the terrifying realization that she had a cock in her throat as deep as she had ever taken one before, and yet she was still no closer to the base than when she started!
Still, she bravely pressed on, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t need to visualize the sheer extent of length she would need to swallow. She advanced the meaty cock inch after inch, drawing closer to its base, her eyes starting to tear around the corners. Just as the furthest extent of the shaft seemed to be within reach, Allie let out a muffled cough and her eyes flew open before she jerked her head back and dropped forward onto her hands for supports, sputtering and expectorating a small wad of phlegm onto the floor. In between gasps for air, she managed to choke out, “Oh, fuck. That’s just too big, there’s no way I can take that all down my throat!”
Anton and Nia laughed heartily, and the Black cock continued to stand proudly erect and unwavering. “Don’t worry,” Anton grinned, “that was a valiant first attempt. I should have warned you, but it’s just too much fun to see a girl’s reaction to her first full erection. Nia will help you.” Nia smiled in agreement and made her way behind Allie. Reaching around the white girl, she started to gently fondle her breasts.
“Here, white girl, help me by taking off your shirt.” Her voice was silky and soothing. The pair worked together to unfasten each button, before letting the flannel drop in a heap to the floor. Although Mitch’s vision was limited from his angle, he could see that his wife wasn’t wearing a bra, but she was wearing the high-waisted red thong underwear that she typically reserved for Valentine’s Day. He realized that she must have been planning to show it off from the moment she got up today, and was suddenly overcome with a sadness that exceeded even his rage.
Nia continued to purr into the topless white girl’s ears and began to tweak her nipples from behind, causing Allie to moan out in pleasure. “Shhhh, look up at the object before you. Do you know what that is? It’s your God.” Allie bit her lip and nodded along. “Reach up and stroke the shaft, the whole length of it – yes, that’s exactly right. Do you feel the power of this deity? Do you think it will fail you, or that you can fail it? No, sweet girl, it’s power is too great for that. Visualize it entering your throat, the taste of it, the smell. It is going to press inside of you – that is what Black cock does – it enters, it divides, it tears apart, and then it inseminates. You are white, weak and soft – you will always succumb to it – there is nothing you can do to stop it. Know that you will swallow it, and it will bestow its gift onto you. Do you understand?”
In a breathy whisper, Allie let out a distinct “Yes, mistress.”
“Good, then it’s time for you to try again.” With that, Nia began pushing Allie’s head forwards toward the head of the dark cock, and Allie all-too-eagerly opened her mouth to receive it. This time the first eight inches passed smoothly, naturally. The psychological exercise had clearly had good effect on the untrained white girl. From then on her pace slowed, but her progress was steady. Nine inches. Ten. Eleven… She coughed and seemed to grimace but her eyes remained open and focused on the face of her Black master, who smiled affectionately down at her. She resumed the advance, taking another inch, when her chest began to heave and she started emitting quiet muffled chokes.
“Shhhh,” Nia reassured her, “your body needs this. Black must always fill white. Accept it, and take it even deeper.” Allie’s body seemed to respond to the encouragement, and the coughing and heaving quickly dissipated. She was so close now, perhaps another two inches to go. The white girl paused for a long moment before again pushing her head forward with a heroic final thrust, advancing the scanty remaining length into her mouth and firmly sealing her lips around the base of the shaft. She let out a noise that sounded like “ghhhk,” and for a moment it seemed likely her spasms might resume, but the wave of sickness passed by and she was left triumphant, having deep-throated the entire organ. She haltingly opened her mouth wider and extended her pink tongue so that it rested against the god’s dark scrotum, and then looked up to him pleadingly with her big blue eyes for direction.
“Well done, white girl. Let me help you take it from here.” He reached out with both hands and placed them on the back of her head, before ever so slightly rocking his hips backwards and then forwards again, no more than an inch in total, but with a quick and unceasing tempo. Nia was once again playing with Allie’s nipple with her left hand, but now her right hand had snaked it’s way down the front of Allie’s panties and appeared to be stroking her delicate clitoris. The combination of sensations from her throat and vulva appeared to be too much for the poor white girl, who in addition to the wet smack of the penis thrusting into her oral cavity was letting out animalistic noises the likes of which Mitch had never heard before. The wild noises were soon matched by Anton’s own increasingly furious grunting, and after no more than two minutes he let out a beastly groan and pushed Allie’s head down to the very limit as he unloaded his god-seed down the eager throat of his new worshiper, who from her expression and the fevered pitch of her muffled shrieks appeared to be having an orgasm of her own at the touch of her sister-in-faith.
Anton released the white girl’s head and she flopped back into Nia’s open arms, gasping for air, but with a look of triumph on her face typically reserved for those who summit Mt. Everest. She had cleansed the holy vessel, and she was fit for baptism. Anton’s black cock was slick from tip to base with Allie’s saliva, and although it had ejaculated just seconds before it showed no signs of going soft. Rivulets of saliva ran down the grooves on the shaft and pooled at the base before dripping down the testes, leaving dark tracks in their wake. He looked hungrily down at the white girl before him, clearly eager to complete her initiation into the faith.
Nia cradled the nearly naked woman and praised her for a job well done. “Mmmm, that was a thing of beauty. Some women take weeks, even a month, to complete the Rite. Your depth of faith is clear, and you will be a perfect addition to the Church.” She smiled tenderly at Allie, “Tell me, are you on birth control?”
Allie shook her head, “No mistress, not for months. My husband and I had talked about a baby, and I was getting ready – I was getting ready to have unprotected sex just to see if it would happen.” Still conscious, this was news to Mitch. Although they had talked about a baby at some point in the future, he had no idea his wife was thinking about one right now. His mind ran back through their recent sex life – she had given him a blowjob maybe three weeks ago, but before that? God, it really had been months since he had finished inside of her.
With the last sentence uttered, Allie suddenly had a look of shocked horror come over her face. “Oh my God, I was going to bear a white child…” She shuddered. “Thank all the Black gods my husband didn’t manage to put it inside me.”
Nia patted the back of her head sympathetically, “It’s alright, no harm was done. And it’s good news that you’re off birth control – you can be baptized today if you like...”
Allie immediate jumped in, “Oh yes please, I want it so bad!”
Nia smiled patronizingly, “I know you do, sweet girl. But planning to have a white child is a great sin that will require further atonement before you can be baptized. It will require another cleansing ritual, the Rite of Renunciation.” Her eyes turned to Mitch. “And it just so happens we have everything we need right here, we don’t even need to make a trip back to the VWD...” There was an evil glint of light across her eyes.
If he could even so much as tremble Mitch would have been shaking like a leaf. Ambushed, paralyzed, completely betrayed – now there was something more in store for him? Two black faces sneered at him at his wife splayed on the floor, splattered in her own saliva and with a belly full of what he could only assume was a gallon of Black cum. He could hardly imagine what fresh hell awaited him.
Nia went on to explain the rite to her eager convert. “Because you attempted to produce white offspring, to complete the rite you must now remove a whiteboy from the gene-pool, preferably someone you once cared for. It’s usually a husband or boyfriend, but it can be a child, parent, or sibling too – even a stranger in a pinch. Since your husband is right here and in no shape to object, I assume you’ll just want to go ahead with him.” Allie nodded her head without hesitation. “Good. To complete the right, you must verbally denounce whiteness, in all its forms. As this is a personal atonement the wording is up to you. After you finish, you must remove the whiteboy from the gene pool. How you wish to do that is also up to you, but some methods are cleaner than others…” Nia reached into her pants pocket and produced a pill bottle - on the front, in bold lettering, it read “VWD Whiteboy Sterilization Formula – Quick Dissolve.” She then reached back in to same pocket and produced another bottle, this one inscribed “VWD White-Away – Quick Dissolve.” She grinned and continued on, “Of course, if you wanted to just pop into the kitchen and grab a knife, no one will stop you, or anything else you can think of. In my experience, you white girls often have wicked imaginations…”
Allie took both bottles from Nia, and turned them over in her hands, seeming to consider them carefully. After a minute she spoke up, “If we off him here, I mean, we’re not at a VWD Center right? And it’s not really voluntary… won’t we get in trouble?”
Nia stroked the girls soft brown hair, “No sweetie, don’t worry about that. This sort of thing happens all the time. And here’s a little secret for you – the consent paperwork always has a way of appearing after the deed is done. No fuss, no legal mess, no worries about what’s voluntary and what isn’t.”
Reassured by her new mentor, Allie rose from the floor and crossed the room to stand over her slumped-over husband. From his low angle Mitch could just barely look up at her face, which was contorted in a look of disgust. Her large but firm breasts were high above him, her pert pink nipples erect and reflecting the light of the sun, and even at this moment of his abject degradation he couldn’t help but thinking they looked spectacular. Closer to his face, her shear red panties clung tightly to her wet pussy, and outlined an exquisite camel toe. She looked back at Nia and Anton once again for guidance, and in his deep voice Anton encouraged her again, “Go on, let loose. Tell him how you really feel.”
Allie cleared her throat. “Mitch, honey...” Her voice was uncertain and tenuous at first. “I’m not sorry that this is happening, but I guess I do feel a little bad that it had to happen like this. To be honest with you, Dani and I have been getting together a lot lately – all those times I claimed I was busy at work, I’ve mostly been going over to her place. She’s been opening my mind to all kinds of things I never considered before – you should see the data she has from the VWD! White extinction, good or bad, it’s just inevitable. It wasn’t that long ago I wanted to fight against it – maybe even have a baby that could part of the last generation of the white race… But look at them, baby, really look. We can’t win – they’re better than us.”
Mitch did look across the room at the Black king and queen sitting there. It was almost funny how effortlessly they had come into his home. Taken his wife from from him. Taken his genetic future from him. Maybe taken his life from him. There was nothing he could do now but laugh at himself internally – how foolish he had been. The edges of his mouth flicked upwards in imitation of a smile for a split-second before returning to the neutral position.
If she saw his small movement, Allie didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she continued her diatribe, “The truth is, whiteness is a disease. If I was pregnant with your child now I would abort it in a heartbeat – I can’t bear to think about bringing another albino creature into the world. There’s no future for whites anymore, our gods demand that we sacrifice our race. But now I know that at least I can repent for my sins, and for the sins of my ancestors. But there’s no hope for you, whiteboy.” She again looked at the pill bottles in her hands, but this time carefully removed the lid from the sterilization cocktail and shook a single pill into her hand before recapping it, then held it up between two fingers into the light so she could take in its shape and color – a perfect white circle, perhaps a quarter-inch in diameter.
“It would be so easy just to sterilize you,” her tone was solemn and contemplative. “No more fuss, no more mess, we go our separate ways and you continue to exist. Continue to see the world change, and you get to see the last shreds of whiteness torn to pieces and a beautiful new world built on the ashes. But it almost seems too good for you.” She palmed the tablet and then looked pensively at the other bottle, before also removing its lid and depositing another pill in her hand. She contemplated this pill as well – once out of the bottle it was indistinguishable from the previous.
“But disposal? So final. So easy for you. You just get to go to sleep and never wake up. One less whiteboy in the world to offend our Black gods with your presence. You don’t have to live with the guilt you should feel every day for the rest of your life. You don’t have to watch your wife surrender herself fully to Black men. And don’t get me wrong, Mitch, I want you to see that. I want you to watch as Black gods fuck me – fuck me raw. Fuck me deeper and harder than you ever have or ever could.” Her voice was now dripping with venom “I want you to see a Black baby sucking at these tits,” she grabbed them for emphasis, “and I want you to see your race degraded into nothing, and for every whiteboy we know to live with the fact that white women like me want this more than anything.”
With that, she clasped her hands together and shook them for a moment before reopening them. Two pills – for all purposes indistinguishable – were now left resting in the palm of her left hand. Mitch silently gawked at the tablets, hoping to detect any subtle difference that would let him know which was which, but the effort was futile. Allie similarly seemed to attempt to find a distinction, but then shrugged. “I don’t know which is better, and I don’t know which pill is which. Maybe it’s better that way – let’s let the gods decide what to do with you. Open wide, whiteboy...”
She picked up one of the tablets with her right hand, and now bending over Mitch and using her left hand to open his mouth gently deposited it on his tongue, where it immediately began to dissolve. He made a futile attempt to spit out the tablet, a last ditch effort to save himself, but there was absolutely nothing he could do as the tablet rapidly disintegrated in his mouth. The taste of it was shockingly bitter, and as tracks of the solute began to run across his tongue and down the back of his throat it had a burning effect before leaving the area completely numb. Mitch’s mind was racing – which had she given him? Either way it was too late to do anything about it now. He knew that he would find out soon.
Her work completed, Allie dropped the other tablet onto the floor and turned back to her compatriots. “Did I do good?”
Both Black heads nodded in unison. Nia responded to her question, “Well done, Allie. He’s out of the gene-pool, one way or the other. The Rite is complete.”
“How long until we know which one I gave him?”
“About ten minutes – White-Away was specially formulated so that whiteboys last long enough to get a final show. If he’s still around after that, then we know he’ll be just another white cuckold eunuch. Otherwise, he won’t be anything anymore.” Nia scanned her eyes over Mitch, she had watched dozens of whiteboys lose their lives to the formulation, and hundreds more sterilized by the cocktail, but in his present paralyzed state he didn’t give her any clues as to which process he was experiencing. She knew there would be a final hint, even if he remained paralyzed, but she didn’t bring it up yet – it would be a surprise for Mitch when it happened. “Either way, he’ll be here to witness your baptism into the Church of White Extinction.”
Allie looked excited. “Am I ready now?”
Nia nodded, and both women looked to Anton – still somehow erect and now seated on the couch again, his penis pointed towards the ceiling like a black monolith. “Come over here, white girl,” he beckoned her with one hand, “time for your rebirth.”
Allie walked back in his direction, passing Nia and making her way toward her new Black deity. Nia allowed her to pass by before also making her way across the room in the opposite direction, settling next to the slumped over whiteboy on the loveseat. Mitch could feel her hip press into him as she squeezed in to the space available.
As Allie stood before Anton, she slowly began to edge off her panties, letting them dance over her hips and bottom before dropping them onto the floor. A look of satisfaction spread over Anton’s face at the sight of the naked white girl – yet another in a long line of sexual conquests he would be making in the name of White Extinction. Her pussy was waxed clean, and her labia shimmered with her fluids that had been spread from Nia’s touch minutes ago. She stepped over his legs and carefully lifted her body over his towering erection to straddle him, pushing her bottom back so that the turgid organ pressed along the entire length of her ass crack, following its sensual curve and pointing towards the small of her back. The pair looked at each other lustfully for a long moment. Allie whispered to him, “I want you to breed the white out of me,” and then pressed her open mouth against his in a deep sensual kiss.
As he watched his wanton wife mounting her new lover, Mitch’s mind was still racing. What had he taken? Was it going to hurt? He tried to focus on what he was feeling, but there was nothing obviously different aside from the paralysis and a numb mouth and tongue. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation and terror to focus on his own breathing. His eyes were closed no more than a split second when he felt an unexpected sensation – tugging at his waistband. Of all the things that Mitch might experience at that moment, this the perhaps most surprising thing possible – a soft, feminine hand was making its way underneath the elastic of his sweats and boxers, and snaking its way towards his flaccid penis. His eyes shot open again and turned towards Nia, and from his slumped angle he could just make out her face in profile.
Nia continued to watch her partner sucking the face and neck of his next white breeding vessel as her hand found purchase on the base of Mitch’s cock. She didn’t look at him, but began to whisper in his direction, “You want to know which pill you took, don’t you, whiteboy?” Mitch couldn’t nod his head but he desperately wished to know, and to understand why this evil woman was now touching him in this way. She softly pinched his shaft between the thumb and forefinger of her hand, and ever so slowly began to move her hand up and down inside his pants. “We can just wait ten minutes and find out, or you watch your wife’s baptism and I’ll explain it to you.”
Mitch looked over again at his wife, who was now balanced precariously over the very tip of Anton’s huge erection, with his strong hands gripping her at the waist. She held the organ in her right hand and was rubbing the head against her glistening slit and clitoris, wetting it again with her vaginal fluids in preparation for the coming penetration. Mitch wanted to scream at her to stop, to have a shred of decency, but he didn’t even bother to try anymore – there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her.
Allie carefully began to edge her hips down, and the tip of the penis disappeared inside her, eliciting a soft-moan from her and a grunt from Anton. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, “it’s so much bigger than my husbands – we have to take it slow.”
Anton smirked, “I know baby, you’re not the first white girl whose husband I had to fill in for. Take all the time you need – give us all a show.”
As Allie started the take the cock inside her petite body, Mitch’s eye were fixed on her back. Seeing that he was fully focused on the sex act, Nia began to whisper to him again, “Good. Now, you’re probably wondering why I’m jerking your little dicklet – it’s because the two pills have different effects. If you took the sterilization cocktail, your little thing is about to go limp forever. It’s pretty quick, too.” The aforementioned white dicklet was starting to plump up between her fingers, but nothing approaching an erection. “It’s a lot of fun to get a whiteboy all revved up and then leave him permanently sexually frustrated. And in my experience, it should be starting to kick in right about now.” A moan from across the room cut off her explanation, as Allie seemed to have taken about eight-inches of the Black cock inside her and was struggling to squeeze in more.
“But,” Nia continued her explanation, “if you took White-Away, it’s a whole different story. I’m not a scientist, I don’t know exactly what they put in that stuff, but I’m not exaggerating when I say that shit is like Viagra on steroids for whiteboys! Before you die you’ll get the biggest and hardest erection you’ve ever had – a lot of guys just cum on themselves right there, no touch needed.” She paused, but continued her dry tugging at his small pink penis as the sound of moaning and grunting across the room grew louder. “So let’s find out together, whiteboy. Get hard for me, if you can.”
Mitch was staring straight ahead now, thinking about how insanity of his whole situation. Here he was getting a hand-job from a woman who on a normal day he would be drooling over, but across the room he was watching his wife cheating on him – denouncing him, his religion, his race! There was no way he was going to get hard, even if he took a dozen Viagra! There couldn’t possibly be anything sexy about this, could there?
Although she wasn’t facing towards her husband, Allie was doing everything in her power to prove him wrong. Big Black hands grasped her plump butt cheeks and the powerful cock started to pump away at her. Her back was arched in pleasure, and her ample breasts bounced in her lover’s face with each motion. Anton caught her left nipple in his mouth and sucked at it as she rode eliciting yet another gasp of joy from her. She braced her hands against the wall behind his head for support and drove her hips down to meet each of her lover’s thrusts, each one forcing the his powerful cock deeper inside her than the last, deeper than she had ever been touched before. Wider than she had ever been spread before. An unexpected wave of electric pleasure suddenly washed over her, spreading from her wet sex organ to the crown of her head and to the tips of her curled toes - her first ever orgasm from penetration alone. Even as she orgasmed neither partner broke the rhythm of the sex act, and soon she was panting, “Please, daddy… please breed me and destroy my race.”
Anton looked deep into her eyes, even as his drenched penis continued to slide in and out Allie’s body. In his deep, stern voice he asked her, “Who is your God?”
Allie bit her lip and then answered him loudly – no shred of guilt or doubt in her voice any longer - “Black Cock is my only God!” As the words escaped her lips another wave washed over her, more intense than the first – all-consuming, a blessing from her deity.
Across the room, there was a twitch in Mitch’s pants. He had seen a lot of porn in his day, but never an authentic, earth-shattering, sexual-religious experience of this nature. Combined with the sensation of the tugging, rough as the friction might be, it was overwhelming. The contrast of the skin tones was hypnotizing him – seducing him.
Nia whispered again, “Do I feel what I think I feel, whiteboy? Did you decide to get turned on after all?” Between her fingers she found all the answer she needed – the dicklet was starting to get hard. If he had taken the sterilization cocktail that would be impossible by this point, and now there was no question to either of them that the whiteboy was living on borrowed time. “How does it feel, whiteboy? Knowing your pretty little wife killed you for a shot at Black Cock? Knowing that she would do it again without hesitation?”
Mitch managed his first groan since he was drugged. He couldn’t answer Nia, but in his mind his answer was agony, sweet agony. Nothing had ever prepared him for this, but some primal part of his brain was clearly craving his own destruction and was now in the driver’s seat – what unbeknownst to him the Church of White Extinction called the extinction itch – and that itch was being scratched watching his wife begging to be outbred. He couldn’t deny it any longer, his penis was rapidly engorging at the sight of a superior human fucking his wife as he lay dying.
It was at this time that Mitch started to notice another feeling coming over him – he was beginning to go numb, like the sensation he had felt in his throat as he swallowed the tablet, but in slow-motion, and spreading from his chest throughout his whole body. That is, with the exception of his penis. He couldn’t tell if his penis was actually growing more sensitive, or just more sensitive by comparison, but Nia’s hand passing over it felt unbelievable. Visually and emotionally stimulated as Mitch was, the sensation was better than a pussy had ever felt. Better than a pussy ever could feel. It was absolute perfection, and he strained to thrust his paralyzed hips into the hand to make the feeling stronger, but once again his attempts at motion were in vain. At the edge of his field of vision the border was starting to shimmer and fade to black, making a visual frame as he took in what would certainly be the last image to ever cross his dying brain – the sight of his wife being deeply fucked and bred by one of the Black gods. He would worship them too, if he could, for bringing him this final, extraordinary gift – but it was too late for that now.
Allie could feel that Anton was growing even thicker inside of her, just as he had done down her throat some fifteen minutes ago – his body was preparing to cum inside of her unprotected pussy and complete her baptism, which would bring her into the faith that she would never renounce. She continued pumping her cunt up and down, savoring the feeling of the small pink labia minora gripping tight to the cock as she moved. “Please God, please fill me,” she whispered directly into her lover’s ear. “I will worship Black cock for all eternity. My body is for Blacks.” A small grunt came from Anton in response and his breathing quickened, as did the pace of his thrusting. Smiling, Allie continued, “My heart is for Blacks. My soul is for Blacks.” Another grunt, and Anton’s grip on her bottom grew tighter. Now leaning forward so her lips touched Anton’s ear, “My womb is for...”
A snarl from Anton interrupted his small white partner as a torrent of thick, black seed poured into her, proving to her exactly what her womb was for. Both partners moaned in unison as Allie slumped forward onto her God’s chest, his penis still twitching deep inside her body, ejecting sperm that would surely impregnate her. The seed overflowed her tight pussy and started to drip down the long dark shaft.
Mitch had never seen anything more perfect – if he had to die, this was exactly how he wanted it to happen. He could feel the darkness closing in on him, he knew that he only had moments of consciousness left, but he was so close to orgasm. The sensation of Nia’s soft hand on his cock was so ecstatic that he was sure to cum in a final, perfect orgasm.
And then suddenly, the pleasure was gone in an instant, no feeling left except a painful anticipatory swelling in his balls. His mind was reeling, what had happened? The darkness was still closing in, he couldn’t move but he needed an explanation, he need the feeling to start again. It was the last thing he would ever want…
“Sorry, whiteboy,” Nia said softly, as she rubbed the hand that seconds before had been the source of the pleasure off onto her pants.
Mitch summoned every ounce of strength in his body, and with his final breath managed to let out his last word: “Why?” His eyes were tearing up even as they closed.
Nia smirked down at him, “I don’t want to get my hand all dirty. Long day ahead – nothing personal.”
Across the room, Allie lifted up a weary head off her lover’s chest at the sounds of her husband’s voice. She hadn’t given him a second of thought since mounting her lover, and was completely oblivious to what was going on behind her prior to his final protest. She smiled tenderly now, she was perfectly content. “Wasn’t that hot, Mitch?”
Nia answered for the dead whiteboy - “It was the hottest thing he ever saw.”
EPILOGUE
At the sound of the doorbell, Kelly went to the front door and looked through the peephole. On the doorstep was a white woman who looked to be about seven-months pregnant, accompanied by a large Black man, both neatly dressed in white shirts, and he wearing a tie. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, but she opened the door nonetheless. “Yes? How can I help you.”
The pregnant woman spoke up, “Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Allie, and this is my husband, Anton.” The large black man nodded his head. “We’ve been going door-to-door in this neighborhood trying to spread an important message we think you need to hear. Tell me, is your husband home?”
Kelly answered her cautiously, “No, he’s at work – just me and my son here today.” As if on cue a small whiteboy toddled past. For a split second Kelly though she saw what might have been a flash of anger in the eyes the folks on the step, but it was gone before she was sure if she really saw it at all.
Anton spoke now, “That’s quite alright. Might even be better this way – we find that women are generally better at getting the message. Is it alright if we come in? We have some literature for you to look at.”
Kelly rolled her eyes, and thought, “Goodie, more Jesus-freaks on the prowl.” But then she stopped, it was a hot today with the sun was high overhead, and this poor heavily pregnant woman was going around door-to-door. She remembered how hard it was to be at that stage of the pregnancy, and felt a newfound sympathy for the poor woman, forced to accompany her husband on this missionary journey around the block. The least she could do was invite her in for some water, and would it really kill her to listen to what they had to say? She hadn’t been to Church in years, and there was a kind of spiritual void in her life that could probably use filling anyway.
“Alright,” Kelly said, still warily. “Come on in and take a load off. I can’t believe you’re out in the heat in your condition, honey!” The missionaries smiled politely and thanked her before stepping into the house, and Kelly gently closed the door behind her new friends.
WARNING: Oh my god this is another fucked up story. If you're not into black-on-white violence, don't read it - you won't like it. If you're not into whiteboy disposal, don't read it - you won't like it. If you don't know whiteboy disposal is, don't read it - you don't want to like it. Please don't complain if you read it and are shocked by violence - this is your warning. Feel free to tell me it sucks for other reasons, though. Constructive feedback always appreciated!
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Mitch and Allie Goodrich were a typical young, successful, white couple living in the suburbs. They were an attractive pair, both with athletic builds, light complexions, silky brown hair and blue eyes – their resemblance was such that they were occasionally mistaken for siblings as opposed to a man and wife. They had been college sweethearts, marrying shortly after graduation, and had then moved into a modest ranch house their parents helped them to purchase in a nice mostly-white neighborhood with good schools. Life since their wedding three years ago had been generally idyllic, and although they didn’t yet have any children they were talking about starting a ****** soon.
One Saturday morning, Mitch woke up to bright sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. The light made him grimace – he and Allie had stayed up late the night before having drinks and watching Netflix, and he had a mild hangover brewing. He turned groggily to his side in bed to see that Allie had already gotten up, and the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen revealed that she was probably up and cooking breakfast. Mitch laid his head back down on his pillow and closed his eyes for another moment – he was lucky to have a girl like Allie to take care of him.
As his consciousness slowly returned to him, Mitch became aware that he was sporting morning wood, and he could feel it pressing uncomfortably against his boxer shorts. He and Allie hadn’t had sex recently, which he chalked up to increased stress at work for both of them. For awhile it seemed like last night would be his chance to get lucky, but the final round of whiskey sours he made was too much for them to handle, and instead of sex the couple had spooned in bed until they fell asleep. Now, his erection was letting him know that he was long overdue for release, and he smiled thinking that he could probably convince Allie to make love with him that morning. They didn’t have anything planned for the day, and a long, lazy day in bed might be just the thing to bring the sexual spark back to their relationship.
Mitch fumbled his way out of bed and tossed on a T-shirt before heading out of the bedroom and making his way towards the kitchen, his respectable five-inch erection pointing the way ahead. Walking down the hallway he could see that Allie was sitting with her favorite mug in a bright spot of sun on the loveseat by the window in the living room, wearing one of his oversize flannel shirts like a dress with no pants to cover her long slender legs – a very sexy look for his cute brunette wife. He redirected his course to give her his usual “good morning” peck on the cheek, but as he rounded the corner into the living room he suddenly jumped from surprise, realizing that there were two unexpected people sitting on the couch to his immediate right and previously hidden from view, both with coffee mugs in hand.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he leaped back, “you scared the hell out of me.” In return, the individuals on the couch smiled politely, if coldly back at him. The couple was not immediately familiar to him, and he took a moment to study them both. The person sitting closer to him was a light-skinned Black woman who appeared to around his age. She was very pretty but dressed conservatively with a tightly pulled back bun, a white collared shirt buttoned up to the neck but clinging tightly to heavy breasts, and navy blue slacks. The man sitting farther away was very large and powerfully built but seemed slightly older, with deep mahogany skin and close-cropped curly hair and a thick, full, black beard. He was dressed very similarly to his female counterpart with a tight white shirt, thin black tie, and navy slacks, giving the pair the appearance of wearing a uniform. For all Mitch knew, this was a uniform.
Allie smiled sweetly at her husband. “Good morning, honey. Sorry for the surprise! Why don’t you go make yourself, ahem, decent, and then come back out and join us, okay?”
Still not knowing who these strangers were or how exactly he should react, Mitch turned around and headed back to the bedroom to throw on a pair of sweats and his slippers before coming back out. The sudden shock from the unexpected visitors had caused his erection to rapidly deflate, and by the time he made it to the kitchen to grab his own mug of coffee and back to the living room his penis had disappeared from sight into the baggy folds of his pants fabric. He plopped himself down on the soft chair next to his wife and sipped at his cup as he looked expectantly around the room.
The young Black woman was the first to speak. “Hello, Sir. My name is Nia, and this is my partner, Anton.” The Black man nodded by way of acknowledgment. “We’re out here doing missionary work this morning, and your wife was kind enough to invite us inside.”
It then dawned on Mitch that he had seen these two before, going door to door around the neighborhood. They received all kinds of unwanted visitors at their house, pitching charities and religions, and he silently scolded himself for not posting a “no soliciting” sign.
“Oh, I see. So what are you, exactly? Jehovah's Witnesses or something? Because I can assure you, we’ve already found Jesus in this household, so there’s really no need...”
Nia cut him off with a laugh. “No, no. Nothing like that. We don’t go around telling fairy-tales about made up figures like Jesus, so don’t you worry.”
Mitch raised a concerned eyebrow at this statement. Although he and Allie didn’t always make it to church these days, they were still definitely a Christian household, and he was moderately offended that these guests in his home would insult their faith in this fashion. “Okay, so if you’re not Witnesses, then what are you? Nation of Islam?”
Nia smiled at him again, still with no trace of warmth. “Much closer, but not exactly.” She leaned forward in her chair. “We represent the Church of White Extinction, and we’re here today to ask you to accept Black cock as your personal Lord and Savior.”
Mitch was too taken aback by this revelation to say anything for a moment. He had heard about these nut-jobs on the news recently. From the report he saw, they were a group of radical Black Supremacists who held “worship services” at Voluntary Whiteboy Disposal Centers around the state, and who distributed hardcore interracial pornography while calling it “religious literature.” The report had mentioned that it was the fastest growing religion in the country, but Mitch had still never expected to have them turn up on his own doorstep.
Mitch finally broke the silence and snapped back at Nia, “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but the two of you can get out of my house this instant.” He stood up and pointed to the door for emphasis.
Nia scowled at the white figure standing before her, but didn’t say anything or make a move to stand up. Anton however, spoke up for the first time, and in a deep, commanding voice he addressed Mitch, “You WILL speak to your Nubian superiors with respect. This is your only warning. There will be severe consequences if you talk to my proud sister that way again.”
Mitch turned to look at his wife to see her reaction to this obvious threat, but if she was concerned at all her face didn’t betray it. She smiled reassuringly back at him, “Babe it’s okay. Seriously. I invited them in for some coffee and conversation, there’s no need to get heated. My girlfriend Dani is a new member of the church in Brockton, and I just want to understand what she’s getting herself into.” Seeing his wife’s cool demeanor, Mitch returned to his seat but still appeared uncomfortable with the interlopers. He knew Dani in passing, and also that she had taken some kind of job with the VWD. He wasn’t too happy with his wife continuing to hang out with her anymore, but that would have to be a private conversation for another time. He took a long swig of coffee and glanced back at Anton to see if he would escalate the situation, but the powerful Black man seemed perfectly calm for the moment. Allie then turned to Nia, “Please go on, you were just starting to tell me the basic tenets of the faith when Mitch walked in?”
Nia set down her mug on the side table before launching in to an explanation. “Our fundamental belief is this – there is only one true evil in the Universe, and that is the white race.” Mitch coughed derisively, and everyone else shot him a stern glance before Nia continued on. “To that end, anything done in the cause of destroying the white race is good, and anything done to continue its existence is evil. For example, the Bible tells you that you shouldn’t commit adultery. Our Church, on the other hand, teaches that a white woman must cheat on her white husband with a non-white man. As Black is the opposite of white, taking a Black mate is strongly preferred, but not strictly mandatory.”
Allie looked confused, but also interested in the unconventional statement of faith. “So, you’re saying is that having a Black baby is like the best thing a person can do, and that having a white baby is the worst thing?”
Nia smiled back at her. “Very close, but not quite. Having non-white children strikes at the future of the white race, but there is an even higher calling in striking at the present of the race. That is where our highest sacrament comes in – whiteboy disposal. Destroying a whiteboy not only prevents future white children, but also removes a great evil from the world. That’s why we hold our worship services at VWD Centers – it’s the only place we can fully and freely practice our religion.”
By this point Mitch was rolling his eyes. “Oh great, so killing loser white guys who have a disposal fetish is the core of your religion. Makes perfect sense. Well tell me then, if the white race really is so bad, why don’t you just get it over with and massacre white women too?”
Although his tone was sarcastic, Nia humored Mitch and continued, “Well, that brings me to the next core tenet of our faith- redemption is possible for white women through a baptism of Black Seed. It must be accepted of their own free will, and into an unprotected womb. As they lack a uterus, whiteboys cannot be fully redeemed and may never join the Church, but through permanent chastity and frequent rectal administration of the Holy Seed they can become fellow-travelers and avoid the fate that must befall all other whiteboys.”
“Wow,” Allie seemed to be pondering this idea, “that’s pretty intense. I mean, I knew that Dani had some baptism ceremony at the VWD Center, but I didn’t know that’s what she was talking about! And it sounds way more interesting than what I was picturing.” She giggled, which caused Mitch to bristle with disapproval. “So like, you guys think this is how you get into heaven?”
Nia shrugged, “No, nothing so fanciful as that. Out faith doesn’t believe in any sort of afterlife, only the constant struggle of genes here on Earth. It doesn’t matter if you are the greatest of Nubians or the lowest of whiteboys – death is final. But with that said, we still believe that paradise can be achieved here, in this life. Every time a white vagina spreads to accept a Black penis, that is a sacrament of the ultimate good. Every time a whiteboy is erased from existence, every time a white womb swells with a Black child, we are that much closer to paradise. And every VWD Center is a reflection of that future, perfect world we have faith that we can achieve – a world where all whiteness has been replaced by Black.”
Allie and Mitch both sat quietly, reflecting on this radical and heretical idea. Several moments passed before Allie spoke up again, “I guess that kinda makes sense, when you think about it.” Mitch looked at his spouse in genuine shock as she continued, “I mean, I’ve certainly questioned my faith, like, a lot of the time. We live in the modern world, where’s the proof of anything like God? But Black superiority? Yeah, I mean, I can see that with my own eyes every day. I can see it looking across the room.”
Mitch attempted to speak up and chastise his wife for this unexpected and horrifying renunciation of her Christian faith and the white race, but instead of the stern rebuke that he meant to utter, what escaped his lips was a long and slurred “Szzzzrrrrrbbbbb….” His eyes shot open wide in confusion.
Allie put a hand on his leg and looked at him with her lips pressed tightly together, perhaps a look of concern, or feigned concern. “Oh, sorry Mitch, that’s probably the paralytic kicking in. We added it to the coffee after we poured our cups. I heard from Dani that a lot of whiteboys get pretty angry when they learn about the Church’s teachings, and we agreed that it would be better if you didn’t try anything stupid when our guests were here. She got me some of the stuff they use at the VWD to keep whiteboys docile, just in case.” The expression in Mitch’s eyes changed from one of shock to one of anger, but his face and body otherwise remained glassy and still – the intended effect of the paralytic was rapidly taking hold. While he was able to continue moving his eyes, the rest of his body stubbornly refused to budge, although he noted it did not seem to affect his sense of touch. Allie turned back to Nia and Anton, “How long is this supposed to last again?”
Anton responded, “A few hours, plenty long for us to talk about whatever we need to talk about.” Allie nodded her head approvingly. “Now then,” he continued, “what else can we tell you about our Church to get you to consider joining up with us? We can always use another attractive white girl around to further the cause.”
Allie took a moment of silent reflection before answering. “I have to say, I’m interested in your religion. Dani has been giving me some literature, and it’s definitely convinced me that I want to learn more. But you guys say you’re interested in the truth, not fairy-tales, so I have to ask – is it true what they say about Black men? About Black Cocks? I’ve seen it in photos and videos, but I feel like it’s not the same as seeing it for myself. If it’s really true about Black Cock, I think I’m about ready to join up.”
All eyes turned to Anton, who allowed a confident smile to cross his previously stoic face. Without a word he stood up from the couch and brought his hands to his belt, slowly dropping his zipper fly before spreading the fabric apart, allowing his flaccid penis to fall free. Allie’s jaw dropped at sight of the monstrous organ, and if Mitch could have moved at all he would have made the same expression. The thick black snake was perhaps eight inches, with an uncut head half-covered in foreskin. It drooped towards the floor, twitching very slightly. Nia reached over with her right hand and grasped the flaccid phallus, all the while looking straight at Allie. “What do you think of this, white girl?” she proffered. “Proof enough that ours is the true faith? Proof enough that this organ is the only God you should worship?”
“Holy shit, yes, that’s all the proof I need. Black is definitely better.”
Nia smiled triumphantly – she had won yet another convert to the true faith. “Good, you’ve taken your first step on the journey to redemption that will be complete with your baptism. But first, come pray with me.”
Allie cocked her head quizzically. “So, you guys actually pray? Alright, wasn’t really expecting that. How does that even work?”
In response Nia lowered herself onto her knees just to the right of Anton, facing toward the sacred phallus. She patted the spot on the floor next to her, directly in front of Anton, indicating that Allie should also join her on her knees in worship. Allie understood the signal, and crossed the room to settle on the ground beside her new mentor in the faith, just inches away from the object of their shared affection with her eyes level with its base. The pretty white girl settling in front of Anton must have pleased him, as his cock gave a sudden twitch that almost smacked Allie’s chin before it resumed is downward-pointing position. Across the room Mitch struggled with all his might against the effect of the drug debilitating him, trying desperately to stand, to somehow stop this insanity - but all he could muster was a pathetic whimper that went completely ignored. He did manage to tip himself from his upright seated position to a far less-comfortable position slumped over the arm of the loveseat, but still able to easily view his wife’s betrayal.
Nia pressed her hands together in a position of prayer, and Allie followed suit. “Okay, repeat after me. ‘Oh Black gods, Lords of the Earth’...” She paused a moment to ensure that Allie spoke the words, and then continued on, pausing again after each sentence so that the white girl could echo her plea. “Please bestow upon me your sacred Black seed. May it fill my stomach and fill my womb each day to nourish me. May it make my sons and ********* the true heirs of Nubia. May your powerful line erase all whiteness, now and forever.” The prayer concluded with a solemn “amen.”
The power of the prayer was awakening something inside Anton’s long penis, and it was growing plumper by the second, but still pointed languidly towards the floor. “Well done, sister. Now then, it’s time to accept a purifying sacrament – before you can take the Holy Seed in baptism, you will first cleanse the vessel with your mouth. This is the Rite of Fellatio – you must accept the organ down your throat until you can rest your tongue against the balls, and then you must use your throat to milk the penis to orgasm. In this way, you honor the seed-giver, and cleanse his shaft so that you may receive its gift in your womb.” Nia herself scooted forward and planted a kiss on the side of the shaft, leaving a wet lip print on the onyx organ.
If Allie was surprised or concerned about her ability to tackle the monstrous penis after years of her husband’s middling white dick she didn’t show it. With the faith and resolve of a new convert she edged forward until her lips were grazing the bulbous dome, and after a moment to steel herself for the task ahead she started easing her mouth around the thick head, slowly extending her neck in an effort to reach the base of the shaft.
Although the power of the Black cock was smoldering before, at the touch of the hot warm lips wrapped around it, the sheer sexual energy of the organ roared to life. In the blink of an eye the cock was no longer flaccid, it was erecting itself at great speed inside of Allie’s mouth, who could only gaze up at the Black god’s face in awe as his erection seemed to actually push her away. As it grew to its full size, the white girl had the terrifying realization that she had a cock in her throat as deep as she had ever taken one before, and yet she was still no closer to the base than when she started!
Still, she bravely pressed on, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t need to visualize the sheer extent of length she would need to swallow. She advanced the meaty cock inch after inch, drawing closer to its base, her eyes starting to tear around the corners. Just as the furthest extent of the shaft seemed to be within reach, Allie let out a muffled cough and her eyes flew open before she jerked her head back and dropped forward onto her hands for supports, sputtering and expectorating a small wad of phlegm onto the floor. In between gasps for air, she managed to choke out, “Oh, fuck. That’s just too big, there’s no way I can take that all down my throat!”
Anton and Nia laughed heartily, and the Black cock continued to stand proudly erect and unwavering. “Don’t worry,” Anton grinned, “that was a valiant first attempt. I should have warned you, but it’s just too much fun to see a girl’s reaction to her first full erection. Nia will help you.” Nia smiled in agreement and made her way behind Allie. Reaching around the white girl, she started to gently fondle her breasts.
“Here, white girl, help me by taking off your shirt.” Her voice was silky and soothing. The pair worked together to unfasten each button, before letting the flannel drop in a heap to the floor. Although Mitch’s vision was limited from his angle, he could see that his wife wasn’t wearing a bra, but she was wearing the high-waisted red thong underwear that she typically reserved for Valentine’s Day. He realized that she must have been planning to show it off from the moment she got up today, and was suddenly overcome with a sadness that exceeded even his rage.
Nia continued to purr into the topless white girl’s ears and began to tweak her nipples from behind, causing Allie to moan out in pleasure. “Shhhh, look up at the object before you. Do you know what that is? It’s your God.” Allie bit her lip and nodded along. “Reach up and stroke the shaft, the whole length of it – yes, that’s exactly right. Do you feel the power of this deity? Do you think it will fail you, or that you can fail it? No, sweet girl, it’s power is too great for that. Visualize it entering your throat, the taste of it, the smell. It is going to press inside of you – that is what Black cock does – it enters, it divides, it tears apart, and then it inseminates. You are white, weak and soft – you will always succumb to it – there is nothing you can do to stop it. Know that you will swallow it, and it will bestow its gift onto you. Do you understand?”
In a breathy whisper, Allie let out a distinct “Yes, mistress.”
“Good, then it’s time for you to try again.” With that, Nia began pushing Allie’s head forwards toward the head of the dark cock, and Allie all-too-eagerly opened her mouth to receive it. This time the first eight inches passed smoothly, naturally. The psychological exercise had clearly had good effect on the untrained white girl. From then on her pace slowed, but her progress was steady. Nine inches. Ten. Eleven… She coughed and seemed to grimace but her eyes remained open and focused on the face of her Black master, who smiled affectionately down at her. She resumed the advance, taking another inch, when her chest began to heave and she started emitting quiet muffled chokes.
“Shhhh,” Nia reassured her, “your body needs this. Black must always fill white. Accept it, and take it even deeper.” Allie’s body seemed to respond to the encouragement, and the coughing and heaving quickly dissipated. She was so close now, perhaps another two inches to go. The white girl paused for a long moment before again pushing her head forward with a heroic final thrust, advancing the scanty remaining length into her mouth and firmly sealing her lips around the base of the shaft. She let out a noise that sounded like “ghhhk,” and for a moment it seemed likely her spasms might resume, but the wave of sickness passed by and she was left triumphant, having deep-throated the entire organ. She haltingly opened her mouth wider and extended her pink tongue so that it rested against the god’s dark scrotum, and then looked up to him pleadingly with her big blue eyes for direction.
“Well done, white girl. Let me help you take it from here.” He reached out with both hands and placed them on the back of her head, before ever so slightly rocking his hips backwards and then forwards again, no more than an inch in total, but with a quick and unceasing tempo. Nia was once again playing with Allie’s nipple with her left hand, but now her right hand had snaked it’s way down the front of Allie’s panties and appeared to be stroking her delicate clitoris. The combination of sensations from her throat and vulva appeared to be too much for the poor white girl, who in addition to the wet smack of the penis thrusting into her oral cavity was letting out animalistic noises the likes of which Mitch had never heard before. The wild noises were soon matched by Anton’s own increasingly furious grunting, and after no more than two minutes he let out a beastly groan and pushed Allie’s head down to the very limit as he unloaded his god-seed down the eager throat of his new worshiper, who from her expression and the fevered pitch of her muffled shrieks appeared to be having an orgasm of her own at the touch of her sister-in-faith.
Anton released the white girl’s head and she flopped back into Nia’s open arms, gasping for air, but with a look of triumph on her face typically reserved for those who summit Mt. Everest. She had cleansed the holy vessel, and she was fit for baptism. Anton’s black cock was slick from tip to base with Allie’s saliva, and although it had ejaculated just seconds before it showed no signs of going soft. Rivulets of saliva ran down the grooves on the shaft and pooled at the base before dripping down the testes, leaving dark tracks in their wake. He looked hungrily down at the white girl before him, clearly eager to complete her initiation into the faith.
Nia cradled the nearly naked woman and praised her for a job well done. “Mmmm, that was a thing of beauty. Some women take weeks, even a month, to complete the Rite. Your depth of faith is clear, and you will be a perfect addition to the Church.” She smiled tenderly at Allie, “Tell me, are you on birth control?”
Allie shook her head, “No mistress, not for months. My husband and I had talked about a baby, and I was getting ready – I was getting ready to have unprotected sex just to see if it would happen.” Still conscious, this was news to Mitch. Although they had talked about a baby at some point in the future, he had no idea his wife was thinking about one right now. His mind ran back through their recent sex life – she had given him a blowjob maybe three weeks ago, but before that? God, it really had been months since he had finished inside of her.
With the last sentence uttered, Allie suddenly had a look of shocked horror come over her face. “Oh my God, I was going to bear a white child…” She shuddered. “Thank all the Black gods my husband didn’t manage to put it inside me.”
Nia patted the back of her head sympathetically, “It’s alright, no harm was done. And it’s good news that you’re off birth control – you can be baptized today if you like...”
Allie immediate jumped in, “Oh yes please, I want it so bad!”
Nia smiled patronizingly, “I know you do, sweet girl. But planning to have a white child is a great sin that will require further atonement before you can be baptized. It will require another cleansing ritual, the Rite of Renunciation.” Her eyes turned to Mitch. “And it just so happens we have everything we need right here, we don’t even need to make a trip back to the VWD...” There was an evil glint of light across her eyes.
If he could even so much as tremble Mitch would have been shaking like a leaf. Ambushed, paralyzed, completely betrayed – now there was something more in store for him? Two black faces sneered at him at his wife splayed on the floor, splattered in her own saliva and with a belly full of what he could only assume was a gallon of Black cum. He could hardly imagine what fresh hell awaited him.
Nia went on to explain the rite to her eager convert. “Because you attempted to produce white offspring, to complete the rite you must now remove a whiteboy from the gene-pool, preferably someone you once cared for. It’s usually a husband or boyfriend, but it can be a child, parent, or sibling too – even a stranger in a pinch. Since your husband is right here and in no shape to object, I assume you’ll just want to go ahead with him.” Allie nodded her head without hesitation. “Good. To complete the right, you must verbally denounce whiteness, in all its forms. As this is a personal atonement the wording is up to you. After you finish, you must remove the whiteboy from the gene pool. How you wish to do that is also up to you, but some methods are cleaner than others…” Nia reached into her pants pocket and produced a pill bottle - on the front, in bold lettering, it read “VWD Whiteboy Sterilization Formula – Quick Dissolve.” She then reached back in to same pocket and produced another bottle, this one inscribed “VWD White-Away – Quick Dissolve.” She grinned and continued on, “Of course, if you wanted to just pop into the kitchen and grab a knife, no one will stop you, or anything else you can think of. In my experience, you white girls often have wicked imaginations…”
Allie took both bottles from Nia, and turned them over in her hands, seeming to consider them carefully. After a minute she spoke up, “If we off him here, I mean, we’re not at a VWD Center right? And it’s not really voluntary… won’t we get in trouble?”
Nia stroked the girls soft brown hair, “No sweetie, don’t worry about that. This sort of thing happens all the time. And here’s a little secret for you – the consent paperwork always has a way of appearing after the deed is done. No fuss, no legal mess, no worries about what’s voluntary and what isn’t.”
Reassured by her new mentor, Allie rose from the floor and crossed the room to stand over her slumped-over husband. From his low angle Mitch could just barely look up at her face, which was contorted in a look of disgust. Her large but firm breasts were high above him, her pert pink nipples erect and reflecting the light of the sun, and even at this moment of his abject degradation he couldn’t help but thinking they looked spectacular. Closer to his face, her shear red panties clung tightly to her wet pussy, and outlined an exquisite camel toe. She looked back at Nia and Anton once again for guidance, and in his deep voice Anton encouraged her again, “Go on, let loose. Tell him how you really feel.”
Allie cleared her throat. “Mitch, honey...” Her voice was uncertain and tenuous at first. “I’m not sorry that this is happening, but I guess I do feel a little bad that it had to happen like this. To be honest with you, Dani and I have been getting together a lot lately – all those times I claimed I was busy at work, I’ve mostly been going over to her place. She’s been opening my mind to all kinds of things I never considered before – you should see the data she has from the VWD! White extinction, good or bad, it’s just inevitable. It wasn’t that long ago I wanted to fight against it – maybe even have a baby that could part of the last generation of the white race… But look at them, baby, really look. We can’t win – they’re better than us.”
Mitch did look across the room at the Black king and queen sitting there. It was almost funny how effortlessly they had come into his home. Taken his wife from from him. Taken his genetic future from him. Maybe taken his life from him. There was nothing he could do now but laugh at himself internally – how foolish he had been. The edges of his mouth flicked upwards in imitation of a smile for a split-second before returning to the neutral position.
If she saw his small movement, Allie didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she continued her diatribe, “The truth is, whiteness is a disease. If I was pregnant with your child now I would abort it in a heartbeat – I can’t bear to think about bringing another albino creature into the world. There’s no future for whites anymore, our gods demand that we sacrifice our race. But now I know that at least I can repent for my sins, and for the sins of my ancestors. But there’s no hope for you, whiteboy.” She again looked at the pill bottles in her hands, but this time carefully removed the lid from the sterilization cocktail and shook a single pill into her hand before recapping it, then held it up between two fingers into the light so she could take in its shape and color – a perfect white circle, perhaps a quarter-inch in diameter.
“It would be so easy just to sterilize you,” her tone was solemn and contemplative. “No more fuss, no more mess, we go our separate ways and you continue to exist. Continue to see the world change, and you get to see the last shreds of whiteness torn to pieces and a beautiful new world built on the ashes. But it almost seems too good for you.” She palmed the tablet and then looked pensively at the other bottle, before also removing its lid and depositing another pill in her hand. She contemplated this pill as well – once out of the bottle it was indistinguishable from the previous.
“But disposal? So final. So easy for you. You just get to go to sleep and never wake up. One less whiteboy in the world to offend our Black gods with your presence. You don’t have to live with the guilt you should feel every day for the rest of your life. You don’t have to watch your wife surrender herself fully to Black men. And don’t get me wrong, Mitch, I want you to see that. I want you to watch as Black gods fuck me – fuck me raw. Fuck me deeper and harder than you ever have or ever could.” Her voice was now dripping with venom “I want you to see a Black baby sucking at these tits,” she grabbed them for emphasis, “and I want you to see your race degraded into nothing, and for every whiteboy we know to live with the fact that white women like me want this more than anything.”
With that, she clasped her hands together and shook them for a moment before reopening them. Two pills – for all purposes indistinguishable – were now left resting in the palm of her left hand. Mitch silently gawked at the tablets, hoping to detect any subtle difference that would let him know which was which, but the effort was futile. Allie similarly seemed to attempt to find a distinction, but then shrugged. “I don’t know which is better, and I don’t know which pill is which. Maybe it’s better that way – let’s let the gods decide what to do with you. Open wide, whiteboy...”
She picked up one of the tablets with her right hand, and now bending over Mitch and using her left hand to open his mouth gently deposited it on his tongue, where it immediately began to dissolve. He made a futile attempt to spit out the tablet, a last ditch effort to save himself, but there was absolutely nothing he could do as the tablet rapidly disintegrated in his mouth. The taste of it was shockingly bitter, and as tracks of the solute began to run across his tongue and down the back of his throat it had a burning effect before leaving the area completely numb. Mitch’s mind was racing – which had she given him? Either way it was too late to do anything about it now. He knew that he would find out soon.
Her work completed, Allie dropped the other tablet onto the floor and turned back to her compatriots. “Did I do good?”
Both Black heads nodded in unison. Nia responded to her question, “Well done, Allie. He’s out of the gene-pool, one way or the other. The Rite is complete.”
“How long until we know which one I gave him?”
“About ten minutes – White-Away was specially formulated so that whiteboys last long enough to get a final show. If he’s still around after that, then we know he’ll be just another white cuckold eunuch. Otherwise, he won’t be anything anymore.” Nia scanned her eyes over Mitch, she had watched dozens of whiteboys lose their lives to the formulation, and hundreds more sterilized by the cocktail, but in his present paralyzed state he didn’t give her any clues as to which process he was experiencing. She knew there would be a final hint, even if he remained paralyzed, but she didn’t bring it up yet – it would be a surprise for Mitch when it happened. “Either way, he’ll be here to witness your baptism into the Church of White Extinction.”
Allie looked excited. “Am I ready now?”
Nia nodded, and both women looked to Anton – still somehow erect and now seated on the couch again, his penis pointed towards the ceiling like a black monolith. “Come over here, white girl,” he beckoned her with one hand, “time for your rebirth.”
Allie walked back in his direction, passing Nia and making her way toward her new Black deity. Nia allowed her to pass by before also making her way across the room in the opposite direction, settling next to the slumped over whiteboy on the loveseat. Mitch could feel her hip press into him as she squeezed in to the space available.
As Allie stood before Anton, she slowly began to edge off her panties, letting them dance over her hips and bottom before dropping them onto the floor. A look of satisfaction spread over Anton’s face at the sight of the naked white girl – yet another in a long line of sexual conquests he would be making in the name of White Extinction. Her pussy was waxed clean, and her labia shimmered with her fluids that had been spread from Nia’s touch minutes ago. She stepped over his legs and carefully lifted her body over his towering erection to straddle him, pushing her bottom back so that the turgid organ pressed along the entire length of her ass crack, following its sensual curve and pointing towards the small of her back. The pair looked at each other lustfully for a long moment. Allie whispered to him, “I want you to breed the white out of me,” and then pressed her open mouth against his in a deep sensual kiss.
As he watched his wanton wife mounting her new lover, Mitch’s mind was still racing. What had he taken? Was it going to hurt? He tried to focus on what he was feeling, but there was nothing obviously different aside from the paralysis and a numb mouth and tongue. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation and terror to focus on his own breathing. His eyes were closed no more than a split second when he felt an unexpected sensation – tugging at his waistband. Of all the things that Mitch might experience at that moment, this the perhaps most surprising thing possible – a soft, feminine hand was making its way underneath the elastic of his sweats and boxers, and snaking its way towards his flaccid penis. His eyes shot open again and turned towards Nia, and from his slumped angle he could just make out her face in profile.
Nia continued to watch her partner sucking the face and neck of his next white breeding vessel as her hand found purchase on the base of Mitch’s cock. She didn’t look at him, but began to whisper in his direction, “You want to know which pill you took, don’t you, whiteboy?” Mitch couldn’t nod his head but he desperately wished to know, and to understand why this evil woman was now touching him in this way. She softly pinched his shaft between the thumb and forefinger of her hand, and ever so slowly began to move her hand up and down inside his pants. “We can just wait ten minutes and find out, or you watch your wife’s baptism and I’ll explain it to you.”
Mitch looked over again at his wife, who was now balanced precariously over the very tip of Anton’s huge erection, with his strong hands gripping her at the waist. She held the organ in her right hand and was rubbing the head against her glistening slit and clitoris, wetting it again with her vaginal fluids in preparation for the coming penetration. Mitch wanted to scream at her to stop, to have a shred of decency, but he didn’t even bother to try anymore – there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her.
Allie carefully began to edge her hips down, and the tip of the penis disappeared inside her, eliciting a soft-moan from her and a grunt from Anton. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, “it’s so much bigger than my husbands – we have to take it slow.”
Anton smirked, “I know baby, you’re not the first white girl whose husband I had to fill in for. Take all the time you need – give us all a show.”
As Allie started the take the cock inside her petite body, Mitch’s eye were fixed on her back. Seeing that he was fully focused on the sex act, Nia began to whisper to him again, “Good. Now, you’re probably wondering why I’m jerking your little dicklet – it’s because the two pills have different effects. If you took the sterilization cocktail, your little thing is about to go limp forever. It’s pretty quick, too.” The aforementioned white dicklet was starting to plump up between her fingers, but nothing approaching an erection. “It’s a lot of fun to get a whiteboy all revved up and then leave him permanently sexually frustrated. And in my experience, it should be starting to kick in right about now.” A moan from across the room cut off her explanation, as Allie seemed to have taken about eight-inches of the Black cock inside her and was struggling to squeeze in more.
“But,” Nia continued her explanation, “if you took White-Away, it’s a whole different story. I’m not a scientist, I don’t know exactly what they put in that stuff, but I’m not exaggerating when I say that shit is like Viagra on steroids for whiteboys! Before you die you’ll get the biggest and hardest erection you’ve ever had – a lot of guys just cum on themselves right there, no touch needed.” She paused, but continued her dry tugging at his small pink penis as the sound of moaning and grunting across the room grew louder. “So let’s find out together, whiteboy. Get hard for me, if you can.”
Mitch was staring straight ahead now, thinking about how insanity of his whole situation. Here he was getting a hand-job from a woman who on a normal day he would be drooling over, but across the room he was watching his wife cheating on him – denouncing him, his religion, his race! There was no way he was going to get hard, even if he took a dozen Viagra! There couldn’t possibly be anything sexy about this, could there?
Although she wasn’t facing towards her husband, Allie was doing everything in her power to prove him wrong. Big Black hands grasped her plump butt cheeks and the powerful cock started to pump away at her. Her back was arched in pleasure, and her ample breasts bounced in her lover’s face with each motion. Anton caught her left nipple in his mouth and sucked at it as she rode eliciting yet another gasp of joy from her. She braced her hands against the wall behind his head for support and drove her hips down to meet each of her lover’s thrusts, each one forcing the his powerful cock deeper inside her than the last, deeper than she had ever been touched before. Wider than she had ever been spread before. An unexpected wave of electric pleasure suddenly washed over her, spreading from her wet sex organ to the crown of her head and to the tips of her curled toes - her first ever orgasm from penetration alone. Even as she orgasmed neither partner broke the rhythm of the sex act, and soon she was panting, “Please, daddy… please breed me and destroy my race.”
Anton looked deep into her eyes, even as his drenched penis continued to slide in and out Allie’s body. In his deep, stern voice he asked her, “Who is your God?”
Allie bit her lip and then answered him loudly – no shred of guilt or doubt in her voice any longer - “Black Cock is my only God!” As the words escaped her lips another wave washed over her, more intense than the first – all-consuming, a blessing from her deity.
Across the room, there was a twitch in Mitch’s pants. He had seen a lot of porn in his day, but never an authentic, earth-shattering, sexual-religious experience of this nature. Combined with the sensation of the tugging, rough as the friction might be, it was overwhelming. The contrast of the skin tones was hypnotizing him – seducing him.
Nia whispered again, “Do I feel what I think I feel, whiteboy? Did you decide to get turned on after all?” Between her fingers she found all the answer she needed – the dicklet was starting to get hard. If he had taken the sterilization cocktail that would be impossible by this point, and now there was no question to either of them that the whiteboy was living on borrowed time. “How does it feel, whiteboy? Knowing your pretty little wife killed you for a shot at Black Cock? Knowing that she would do it again without hesitation?”
Mitch managed his first groan since he was drugged. He couldn’t answer Nia, but in his mind his answer was agony, sweet agony. Nothing had ever prepared him for this, but some primal part of his brain was clearly craving his own destruction and was now in the driver’s seat – what unbeknownst to him the Church of White Extinction called the extinction itch – and that itch was being scratched watching his wife begging to be outbred. He couldn’t deny it any longer, his penis was rapidly engorging at the sight of a superior human fucking his wife as he lay dying.
It was at this time that Mitch started to notice another feeling coming over him – he was beginning to go numb, like the sensation he had felt in his throat as he swallowed the tablet, but in slow-motion, and spreading from his chest throughout his whole body. That is, with the exception of his penis. He couldn’t tell if his penis was actually growing more sensitive, or just more sensitive by comparison, but Nia’s hand passing over it felt unbelievable. Visually and emotionally stimulated as Mitch was, the sensation was better than a pussy had ever felt. Better than a pussy ever could feel. It was absolute perfection, and he strained to thrust his paralyzed hips into the hand to make the feeling stronger, but once again his attempts at motion were in vain. At the edge of his field of vision the border was starting to shimmer and fade to black, making a visual frame as he took in what would certainly be the last image to ever cross his dying brain – the sight of his wife being deeply fucked and bred by one of the Black gods. He would worship them too, if he could, for bringing him this final, extraordinary gift – but it was too late for that now.
Allie could feel that Anton was growing even thicker inside of her, just as he had done down her throat some fifteen minutes ago – his body was preparing to cum inside of her unprotected pussy and complete her baptism, which would bring her into the faith that she would never renounce. She continued pumping her cunt up and down, savoring the feeling of the small pink labia minora gripping tight to the cock as she moved. “Please God, please fill me,” she whispered directly into her lover’s ear. “I will worship Black cock for all eternity. My body is for Blacks.” A small grunt came from Anton in response and his breathing quickened, as did the pace of his thrusting. Smiling, Allie continued, “My heart is for Blacks. My soul is for Blacks.” Another grunt, and Anton’s grip on her bottom grew tighter. Now leaning forward so her lips touched Anton’s ear, “My womb is for...”
A snarl from Anton interrupted his small white partner as a torrent of thick, black seed poured into her, proving to her exactly what her womb was for. Both partners moaned in unison as Allie slumped forward onto her God’s chest, his penis still twitching deep inside her body, ejecting sperm that would surely impregnate her. The seed overflowed her tight pussy and started to drip down the long dark shaft.
Mitch had never seen anything more perfect – if he had to die, this was exactly how he wanted it to happen. He could feel the darkness closing in on him, he knew that he only had moments of consciousness left, but he was so close to orgasm. The sensation of Nia’s soft hand on his cock was so ecstatic that he was sure to cum in a final, perfect orgasm.
And then suddenly, the pleasure was gone in an instant, no feeling left except a painful anticipatory swelling in his balls. His mind was reeling, what had happened? The darkness was still closing in, he couldn’t move but he needed an explanation, he need the feeling to start again. It was the last thing he would ever want…
“Sorry, whiteboy,” Nia said softly, as she rubbed the hand that seconds before had been the source of the pleasure off onto her pants.
Mitch summoned every ounce of strength in his body, and with his final breath managed to let out his last word: “Why?” His eyes were tearing up even as they closed.
Nia smirked down at him, “I don’t want to get my hand all dirty. Long day ahead – nothing personal.”
Across the room, Allie lifted up a weary head off her lover’s chest at the sounds of her husband’s voice. She hadn’t given him a second of thought since mounting her lover, and was completely oblivious to what was going on behind her prior to his final protest. She smiled tenderly now, she was perfectly content. “Wasn’t that hot, Mitch?”
Nia answered for the dead whiteboy - “It was the hottest thing he ever saw.”
EPILOGUE
At the sound of the doorbell, Kelly went to the front door and looked through the peephole. On the doorstep was a white woman who looked to be about seven-months pregnant, accompanied by a large Black man, both neatly dressed in white shirts, and he wearing a tie. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, but she opened the door nonetheless. “Yes? How can I help you.”
The pregnant woman spoke up, “Good afternoon, ma’am. My name is Allie, and this is my husband, Anton.” The large black man nodded his head. “We’ve been going door-to-door in this neighborhood trying to spread an important message we think you need to hear. Tell me, is your husband home?”
Kelly answered her cautiously, “No, he’s at work – just me and my son here today.” As if on cue a small whiteboy toddled past. For a split second Kelly though she saw what might have been a flash of anger in the eyes the folks on the step, but it was gone before she was sure if she really saw it at all.
Anton spoke now, “That’s quite alright. Might even be better this way – we find that women are generally better at getting the message. Is it alright if we come in? We have some literature for you to look at.”
Kelly rolled her eyes, and thought, “Goodie, more Jesus-freaks on the prowl.” But then she stopped, it was a hot today with the sun was high overhead, and this poor heavily pregnant woman was going around door-to-door. She remembered how hard it was to be at that stage of the pregnancy, and felt a newfound sympathy for the poor woman, forced to accompany her husband on this missionary journey around the block. The least she could do was invite her in for some water, and would it really kill her to listen to what they had to say? She hadn’t been to Church in years, and there was a kind of spiritual void in her life that could probably use filling anyway.
“Alright,” Kelly said, still warily. “Come on in and take a load off. I can’t believe you’re out in the heat in your condition, honey!” The missionaries smiled politely and thanked her before stepping into the house, and Kelly gently closed the door behind her new friends.
