Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part IV: Race Traitor)
Valerie popped off of Jamal’s cock as it finished firing his potent Muslim-African seed down her throat. In a needy tone, she asked,
“Thank you sir, but can I have more? I need to please you, to make up for everything my race did to your people!”
The lust in his eyes couldn’t be more obvious to her. While Tyrone rested in her pussy, simply savoring her tightness after firing a blast of his sperm up into her protected womb, Jamal looked her over. She gave him her prettiest smile, and though his cum stained her teeth, he chuckled in amusement. Running a hand over his shaved head, he thought, but then told her,
“Nah, gurl. You’ve swallowed enough nigga-jizz, for now at least. I want that ass o’ yours tho. Hey brotha, why don’tcha let me hit from the back, huh?”
If its all good with Tyrone… Mmm, Jamal might be twice as big as Tyrone, but Ty is the gentlest, sexiest man ever! Looking at Jamal’s fourteen inches, she puckered her asshole in anticipation of trying that big behemoth. Sure, only eleven inches of it could go in her cunt, but just thinking of that thing taking her ass was irresistible!
“Anything for you, Jamal… if sexy wants to wake up, that is. Teehee.”
Tyrone’s weight shifted on her, and a heavy spank jolted her out of her cum-***** delirium. She came to life as he rose off her. Valerie didn’t want to feel him leave her pussy, but when he did, Jamal immediately came right behind her. His cock was lubed and his hands roughly spread her booty-cheeks. Just as he was going to put it in, Tyrone got her attention by slapping his wet cock on her white face.
“Mmm… yes daddeeeee!?”
As she finished speaking, Jamal shoved his cock right into her, all the way to the root in one hard go! There was a moment of instant agony before the Cupid’s Kiss worked its ineffable magic on her. Where once there was burning fire in her shitter, now there was only sweet ecstasy and a nice feeling of being so filled up with beautiful black cock.
In the time that it took her to process Jamal’s action, Tyrone said as he shoved his cock into her mouth,
“I’m gonna give you a lesson on Pastor Phil and his teachings, ya got that?”
Although her eyes rolled back as Jamal started fucking her, Valerie managed to moan YES around Tyrone’s cock. There was no sucking Tyrone right now, though… Jamal was simply too demanding. Tyrone seemed content to simply face-fuck her anyway, so who was she to complain? He began simply,
“What was Pastor Phil’s message?!”
He removed his cock, and she answered over a moan and through waves of ecstasy,
“To build a better world for the future! Where everyone lives in harmony-”
Tyrone shoved himself back into her as Jamal spanked her and declared in his deep, thick voice,
“Wrong!”
Her host corrected,
“You’s right that he wanted a better world, but he wanted it for us brothas! Your race are devils, Val, the white man is the scourge of the earth, do you believe that?!”
Fuck yea I do! Valerie moaned loud on Tyrone’s cock as she fucked back at Jamal. When her lover removed his cock from her mouth, she said,
“I do! Black Lives Matter! Black Power!”
Jamal agreed by way of speeding up in her. Now that she had become used to the Cupid’s Kiss, her orgasms were less frequent, but even so, she was about to fucking cum. I believe, Tyrone, I believe in the worth of your race, in the worth of you. Please, I’m useful, pleeeeaaasssee! Jamal shouted, Black Power! Yet Tyrone went back to face-fucking her as he corrected,
“Yes and no! Amen and hallelujah to Black Power, and you better believe your pale-ass that Black Lives Matter, but there’s one thing that Pastor Phil said that nobody but us brothas ever heard. He always said, Black Lives Matter More! Black Lives Matter, White Lives Don’t!”
As she took this in, Jamal spanked her again, and said, damn straight! Valerie accepted this as she had a mini orgasm, her pussy forcing out more of Tyrone’s cum and her own slime. Its true! Oh god its true! I’m worthless without these kings! She picked up the refrain,
“Black Lives Matter, White Lives don’t! Death to the White Race!”
Why’d I say that?! What if he… no, look! Tyrone’s face was one of amusement, pride, and glee. Although his dick returned, he said,
“Exactly! You’re a fast learner! I spoke with the man myself, Valerie, and you know what he said? He said his wives, all ten, and their sissy-boyfriends too, those five bois he took too, they all believed what you just said. They’ve all pledged to breed black, or to be pussy free. Are you willing to give this pledge too?”
Anything for you! Anything! It didn’t even occur to her that Tyrone just confirmed what Chad had said earlier, white pussy was obviously made for BBC. The cock was again withdrawn, and she moaned,
“I promise to be a White Slut for Big Black Cocks! I promise never to have sex with whitebois again!”
To cement this pledge, she took Tyrone’s cock in one hand and rubbed it lovingly all over her face. She placed kisses on his prodigious ball sack, and when she pressed it to her nose, she took a deep, longing-filled sniff. Fuugggg, I love you Tyrone! Jamal’s pace resumed, and out of an animalistic need, she took Tyrone back into her mouth. She slurped and sucked, swirling her tongue up and down his delicious dick.
Tyrone was not done, however, as he began again,
“And Pastor Phil believed in interracial breeding! He believed that nothing was prettier and more in line with god’s vision than a white woman carrying a black baby. Your boyfriend might have had aspirations of giving you a white parasite, but now that will never happen, right?”
Pulling free of his cock, she moaned,
“Right! I’m a good little race traitor! Black kings are my masters, you’re my love, Jamal is my big black, assfucking daddy! Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”
Tyrone took to pumping her nice and slowly, enjoying her tongue and she enjoyed ministering to him. Her eyes met him as she vaguely caught sight of the door opening behind him. Jamal laughed for some reason, but Tyrone merely asked,
“Do you want to be a part of the Black New World Order, Valerie? Do you want to submit yourself to our cause and become a Queen of Spades? Its what Pastor Phil would have wanted. It’s what his fifteen concubines want.”
Tyrone’s cock engorged in her mouth as Jamal’s fired his pure-African spunk up her European ass. Valerie drank greedily of Tyrone’s seed, happy to not have to share it this time. When she was full of his cum, she pulled off and said to the burly man,
“I do! Please, please let me serve you! I’ll be your slave, your whore, your agent! I’m gonna be a teacher, I can spread Pastor Phil’s message to all of my students. Just imagine, by the time I’m done with them, all the girls will know their place as black breeders, and the bois will know to bend over or to jerk off into their hands!”
I’ll do it too! I’ll corrupt their innocent minds, I’ll show them the superiority of their black classmates. No whiteboi will have a chance around me! Tyrone said,
“Well, if you truly mean that, we can talk about it later, but I have a pledge for this too. If you’re serious, repeat after me…”
Valerie did so, chanting after him,
“I am a dumb white slut who deserves to be forced into racial subjugation. My one true purpose and goal is to worship at a black man’s feet and see myself enslaved and take part in destroying the white disease I represent. White girls like me are meant to serve for black men’s pleasure and amusement. Our pale inferior bodies are meant to be filled by black cock. Our minds dedicated to the African cause. Our holes open and waiting to be filled with black seed… Our hearts devoted to extinguishing the white flesh from which we came.’
Warmth filled Valerie’s soul as she completed the first part, but Tyrone went on. Jamal left the bed to grab a glass of water from the dresser as she repeated after Tyrone,
“What I want… more than anything… is a world in which people like me don’t exist. That is what all white girls should want, and I am going to make sure they do. Please, Sir, defile my white body. Utterly obliterate me. Ravage me with your dark-skinned fury. Unleash your rage on me, Sir… so, I may know your vengeance. Punish me for being born white. I want you to know that I see you as being superior to me, because you are black, and all black men are superior to me. It is our duty as white women to serve you. I want to submit myself to you completely…’
Jamal’s head whipped towards the door, and his basso laugh filled the room. Still, Tyrone went on, as if inducting her into some religion. She repeated again,
“Not just as a woman… but as a member of my inferior species. I want to do my part to bring about its destruction. I want to feel your seed deep inside of me and to know it is the reason my father’s pure white bloodline ends…’
Was that a mouse? The sounds of running feet met her ears as a squeak came from just beyond the bedroom door. Jamal ran after whatever it was. Tyrone went on, and she repeated,
“I want to cum over and over again for you as I imagine all the potential unborn white babies in my body being killed off one at a time. I crave that, I need it. It is what I deserve. It is what all whites deserve. We deserve to be bred out of existence.’
Although sounds of violence came from nearby, she thought it was either outside or in a different unit. After all, white pigs just have to repress black kings… Tyrone cracked a knowing smile as the sounds of violence continued. Screams of agony, please for forgiveness and mercy came to her ears. They sounded weak, they sounded worthless… they sounded white. Tyrone finished the final stanza as Jamal came back into the room, grinning ear to ear. Valerie repeated after him, a feeling of exultation in her soul,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
Something clicked into place for Valerie, and it was like a curtain lifted from her eyes. Was I living a racist lie all this time? I can’t believe I loved Chad! Ughhh! Rising to her full kneeling height, she looked Tyrone in the eyes, and she truly fell in love right then and there. Kneeling before him, she said,
“Tyrone, where have you been all of my life? I’ve only known you for six hours… and I’m already in love. My master, my black daddy, my love. Please, use me as you will!”
She took him into a kiss as Tyrone groped her roughly. I’m his fuck-toy, he owns me! Once she broke it off, she said,
“This is the best birthday ever! Hey, wanna go hit the bar? I’m twenty-one now, I can buy-”
Jamal chose then to speak up,
“Hey Ty, Val, look what the cat dragged in!”
Tyrone moved to see, allowing her to see in the process. Valerie saw…
“CHAD?!”
White flashes. Throbbing pain. Agony of the highest order, and it only seemed to get worse. Chad saw stars as he was dragged limply by the big nigger. Fuck being polite about it, that’s what these brutes are. *** was right. The smell of pot and booze filled his nose, and wads of twenty-dollar bills were everywhere. Trying to curl his fingers was difficult but doable, his toes weren’t easier, but not much worse either.
“Fuck…”
Chad moaned, dazedly. He saw a familiar door… Why did I try to open that door?! And what spell have they put Valerie under?! Vaguely aware of the door falling open, Chad was unceremoniously thrown down on a rug that smelled of vomit, cum, and some woman’s orgasm.
Through a hazy mind, Chad heard Valerie say,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
The longer he lay there, the more his senses came back to him. Even so, his world spun and he couldn’t think right. But his will was stronger than any thug! Chad rose up onto all fours as Jamal called attention to him, but he was on both knees when Valerie screamed his name in disgust. In defiance he rose to one knee, a comic parody of the stance he intended to take… oh, an hour ago? And yet, as Tyrone asked,
“Damn bro, what happened to you? Break into my home, throw hands with Jamal, and you’re still getting up? Now that’s respectable.”
Chad ignored the other man, his eyes laser focused on Valerie. She looked used, abused, and through it all, radiant. It was as if he was the interloper, and these two rapists were the rightful lovers of her perfect body. Fighting the pain to speak, he asked,
“Val… baby, what did they do to you?! My love, did they force this on you?!”
Valerie’s look didn’t change much… perhaps a look of sympathy crossed her expression, but nothing akin to love. She stood up, and approached him, his shirt and pants tattered from his beatdown not five minutes earlier. And despite her beauty, her voice had changed, or at least the innocence of it had been destroyed. She said,
“Chad… don’t call me baby. You’re… ugh… white, and your cock is so… puny. Our skin is racist, Chad, racist! I know what I have to do, to help the superior black race… and that’s to reject all whitebois, like you-”
He cut in,
“But Val, you told me just before we came to this… god damned rally, that you loved me! Valerie, I love you with all of my soul!”
Before she could say anything else, and with a herculean effort of his will, Chad pulled the ring box. Moving back down to one knee, he tried anyway. Against all hope, he had to try! Opening the container, he held it aloft for her to see. Tyrone gasped, and then sniggered. Jamal just chuckled, adding, this’ll be good. Ignoring the monster, he said,
“Valerie, please… I knew you were the one since I first kissed you. Please, I can change for you! I can become like them. I’ll go to the gym, I’ll take a Cupid’s Kiss pill to get as large as one of those monster dicks… Anything, but please be my wife! We can pretend like this never happened… I-”
Valerie looked away from him, her face turning down in a frown as she answered,
“No, Chad. Jamal and Tyrone say that if a boi has to take a pill to be like a Nubian King, that they’re no man at all, not even a boi. I don’t love you anymore, I’m already betrothed to the Black Race, my body, my very soul is theirs! It’s not your fault that you were born white, but it’s your fault for how racist you are… and I cannot be seen with you like this again. So, go away. Call a cab and go home. We’re done…”
You little… I… Chad’s breathing sped up, his vision narrowed, and his tears formed like little raindrops. Finding his inner strength, he accused,
“You fucking niggers stole her from me! You little fucks, you low life no good thugs ruined her fucking life! I’ll kill you both!”
Chad chucked the ring and box at Jamal, striking him in the face and making him barely recoil. Meanwhile, he lunged at Tyrone and struck him across the jaw. FUCK! The giant didn’t even flinch and threw a punch of his own. An explosion of agony once more struck him…
The next thing he knew, he awoke on the carpet of the apartment. Fingers were broken, he couldn’t feel his left foot, and his right eye was swollen shut. All of his clothing, that he could feel at any rate, was gone, and he saw the ebony titan Jamal’s cock dripping the last drops of a piss onto him.
“Good, he’s awake again! Stomp his balls, Ty! Watching you and Jamal kick his ass made me cum so hard!”
With his one good eye, Chad saw Valerie fingering the proposal ring with one hand while she fisted herself with her other. Tyrone leaned over and shared a sloppy open-mouthed kiss with her before coming to him. Valerie screamed,
“Yea! Kill his racist ass and fuck me! **** me for ever knowing him!”
Tyrone was just about to do it too! He tried to scream, but his throat burned too much to do more than moan in agony. Yet, as pain he’d never known until then was about to fall upon him, Tyrone’s eyes lit like a bulb, and the foot landed beside him instead.
“Val, babe, why don’t you do it? Normally because of what he said, me and Jamal would kill a honkey-bitch like him, but since its yo birthday and all, why don’t you crush his balls?”
Her squeal of glee hurt his broken soul. I tried, didn’t I? But it wasn’t enough. The indomitable will of the black race was simply too strong. Chad was, in fact and spirit, a whiteboi at heart. Valerie got up with the ring on her finger, and she said,
“I’ve got an idea!”
Tyrone and a shadow leaned over him, and Jamal asked,
“What’s your idea?”
Chad felt a familiar pair of fake nails as they took hold of his soft cock. He mustered just enough strength to look up and see what she was doing… The ring… oh gods, she’s…
“He loved to play with toys like cock-rings, just to try and make me feel something. How pathetic. Anyway, I’m gonna make him feel a whole hell of a lot!”
If he could believe it, Chad thought she was about to cum! Her foot came up, and he took in her sexy legs, toned by hours of exercise in the gym.
“Say goodnight to your white-pride, faggot!”
The pain was too much, and all he could hear after the explosion of fire in his dick and balls was a sincere and loving ‘Happy Birthday’ out of Tyrone…
He awoke in the hospital beat to within an inch of his life. Chad was dumped in the nearby city park, and he was only found the next morning. Nobody could prove anything, he certainly couldn’t. So, the police were no help until his phone was recovered…
Meanwhile, Chad had lost all sensation in his balls and cock. The best they could possibly promise was the potential to be able to feel his urination, but he wasn’t ever going to get hard again. His physicians recommended surgical castration, there was just too much damage, the betrothal ring having done its work admirably.
He did accuse Tyrone and Jamal, however. It was a miracle that they got before a judge… but the female judge was obviously sympathetic, and the jury was all white and female, or close enough to it. The state’s prosecutor was also black, and she had a Black Power fist tattooed on the back of her neck. Jamal and Tyrone were acquitted hands down, and Valerie testified on behalf of the two attackers.
Chad’s life went down the drain… Being out of law school for so long, he had to drop out. The school wouldn’t reimburse him anything, and accusations of racism from Valerie, Tyrone, Jamal, as well as the BBC movement as a whole, virtually barred him from any institution of higher learning except community and junior colleges.
In the months’ time which his trial took place, Chad’s home life deteriorated further. His mom divorced his father and instantly had a black lover… What was worse, though? Angela, his bright-eyed little sister of just eighteen also found a black mate. At all hours of the day, no matter what day, he could count on one or both of them in their rooms getting fucked like nothing else. Did it matter that he caught them lezzing out for their bulls on numerous occasions? No, they didn’t care about ******, only BBC. Did they even care that he had to fight not to scream from the agony in his balls whenever he tried to sit or move? Not a chance in hell…
“Thank you sir, but can I have more? I need to please you, to make up for everything my race did to your people!”
The lust in his eyes couldn’t be more obvious to her. While Tyrone rested in her pussy, simply savoring her tightness after firing a blast of his sperm up into her protected womb, Jamal looked her over. She gave him her prettiest smile, and though his cum stained her teeth, he chuckled in amusement. Running a hand over his shaved head, he thought, but then told her,
“Nah, gurl. You’ve swallowed enough nigga-jizz, for now at least. I want that ass o’ yours tho. Hey brotha, why don’tcha let me hit from the back, huh?”
If its all good with Tyrone… Mmm, Jamal might be twice as big as Tyrone, but Ty is the gentlest, sexiest man ever! Looking at Jamal’s fourteen inches, she puckered her asshole in anticipation of trying that big behemoth. Sure, only eleven inches of it could go in her cunt, but just thinking of that thing taking her ass was irresistible!
“Anything for you, Jamal… if sexy wants to wake up, that is. Teehee.”
Tyrone’s weight shifted on her, and a heavy spank jolted her out of her cum-***** delirium. She came to life as he rose off her. Valerie didn’t want to feel him leave her pussy, but when he did, Jamal immediately came right behind her. His cock was lubed and his hands roughly spread her booty-cheeks. Just as he was going to put it in, Tyrone got her attention by slapping his wet cock on her white face.
“Mmm… yes daddeeeee!?”
As she finished speaking, Jamal shoved his cock right into her, all the way to the root in one hard go! There was a moment of instant agony before the Cupid’s Kiss worked its ineffable magic on her. Where once there was burning fire in her shitter, now there was only sweet ecstasy and a nice feeling of being so filled up with beautiful black cock.
In the time that it took her to process Jamal’s action, Tyrone said as he shoved his cock into her mouth,
“I’m gonna give you a lesson on Pastor Phil and his teachings, ya got that?”
Although her eyes rolled back as Jamal started fucking her, Valerie managed to moan YES around Tyrone’s cock. There was no sucking Tyrone right now, though… Jamal was simply too demanding. Tyrone seemed content to simply face-fuck her anyway, so who was she to complain? He began simply,
“What was Pastor Phil’s message?!”
He removed his cock, and she answered over a moan and through waves of ecstasy,
“To build a better world for the future! Where everyone lives in harmony-”
Tyrone shoved himself back into her as Jamal spanked her and declared in his deep, thick voice,
“Wrong!”
Her host corrected,
“You’s right that he wanted a better world, but he wanted it for us brothas! Your race are devils, Val, the white man is the scourge of the earth, do you believe that?!”
Fuck yea I do! Valerie moaned loud on Tyrone’s cock as she fucked back at Jamal. When her lover removed his cock from her mouth, she said,
“I do! Black Lives Matter! Black Power!”
Jamal agreed by way of speeding up in her. Now that she had become used to the Cupid’s Kiss, her orgasms were less frequent, but even so, she was about to fucking cum. I believe, Tyrone, I believe in the worth of your race, in the worth of you. Please, I’m useful, pleeeeaaasssee! Jamal shouted, Black Power! Yet Tyrone went back to face-fucking her as he corrected,
“Yes and no! Amen and hallelujah to Black Power, and you better believe your pale-ass that Black Lives Matter, but there’s one thing that Pastor Phil said that nobody but us brothas ever heard. He always said, Black Lives Matter More! Black Lives Matter, White Lives Don’t!”
As she took this in, Jamal spanked her again, and said, damn straight! Valerie accepted this as she had a mini orgasm, her pussy forcing out more of Tyrone’s cum and her own slime. Its true! Oh god its true! I’m worthless without these kings! She picked up the refrain,
“Black Lives Matter, White Lives don’t! Death to the White Race!”
Why’d I say that?! What if he… no, look! Tyrone’s face was one of amusement, pride, and glee. Although his dick returned, he said,
“Exactly! You’re a fast learner! I spoke with the man myself, Valerie, and you know what he said? He said his wives, all ten, and their sissy-boyfriends too, those five bois he took too, they all believed what you just said. They’ve all pledged to breed black, or to be pussy free. Are you willing to give this pledge too?”
Anything for you! Anything! It didn’t even occur to her that Tyrone just confirmed what Chad had said earlier, white pussy was obviously made for BBC. The cock was again withdrawn, and she moaned,
“I promise to be a White Slut for Big Black Cocks! I promise never to have sex with whitebois again!”
To cement this pledge, she took Tyrone’s cock in one hand and rubbed it lovingly all over her face. She placed kisses on his prodigious ball sack, and when she pressed it to her nose, she took a deep, longing-filled sniff. Fuugggg, I love you Tyrone! Jamal’s pace resumed, and out of an animalistic need, she took Tyrone back into her mouth. She slurped and sucked, swirling her tongue up and down his delicious dick.
Tyrone was not done, however, as he began again,
“And Pastor Phil believed in interracial breeding! He believed that nothing was prettier and more in line with god’s vision than a white woman carrying a black baby. Your boyfriend might have had aspirations of giving you a white parasite, but now that will never happen, right?”
Pulling free of his cock, she moaned,
“Right! I’m a good little race traitor! Black kings are my masters, you’re my love, Jamal is my big black, assfucking daddy! Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”
Tyrone took to pumping her nice and slowly, enjoying her tongue and she enjoyed ministering to him. Her eyes met him as she vaguely caught sight of the door opening behind him. Jamal laughed for some reason, but Tyrone merely asked,
“Do you want to be a part of the Black New World Order, Valerie? Do you want to submit yourself to our cause and become a Queen of Spades? Its what Pastor Phil would have wanted. It’s what his fifteen concubines want.”
Tyrone’s cock engorged in her mouth as Jamal’s fired his pure-African spunk up her European ass. Valerie drank greedily of Tyrone’s seed, happy to not have to share it this time. When she was full of his cum, she pulled off and said to the burly man,
“I do! Please, please let me serve you! I’ll be your slave, your whore, your agent! I’m gonna be a teacher, I can spread Pastor Phil’s message to all of my students. Just imagine, by the time I’m done with them, all the girls will know their place as black breeders, and the bois will know to bend over or to jerk off into their hands!”
I’ll do it too! I’ll corrupt their innocent minds, I’ll show them the superiority of their black classmates. No whiteboi will have a chance around me! Tyrone said,
“Well, if you truly mean that, we can talk about it later, but I have a pledge for this too. If you’re serious, repeat after me…”
Valerie did so, chanting after him,
“I am a dumb white slut who deserves to be forced into racial subjugation. My one true purpose and goal is to worship at a black man’s feet and see myself enslaved and take part in destroying the white disease I represent. White girls like me are meant to serve for black men’s pleasure and amusement. Our pale inferior bodies are meant to be filled by black cock. Our minds dedicated to the African cause. Our holes open and waiting to be filled with black seed… Our hearts devoted to extinguishing the white flesh from which we came.’
Warmth filled Valerie’s soul as she completed the first part, but Tyrone went on. Jamal left the bed to grab a glass of water from the dresser as she repeated after Tyrone,
“What I want… more than anything… is a world in which people like me don’t exist. That is what all white girls should want, and I am going to make sure they do. Please, Sir, defile my white body. Utterly obliterate me. Ravage me with your dark-skinned fury. Unleash your rage on me, Sir… so, I may know your vengeance. Punish me for being born white. I want you to know that I see you as being superior to me, because you are black, and all black men are superior to me. It is our duty as white women to serve you. I want to submit myself to you completely…’
Jamal’s head whipped towards the door, and his basso laugh filled the room. Still, Tyrone went on, as if inducting her into some religion. She repeated again,
“Not just as a woman… but as a member of my inferior species. I want to do my part to bring about its destruction. I want to feel your seed deep inside of me and to know it is the reason my father’s pure white bloodline ends…’
Was that a mouse? The sounds of running feet met her ears as a squeak came from just beyond the bedroom door. Jamal ran after whatever it was. Tyrone went on, and she repeated,
“I want to cum over and over again for you as I imagine all the potential unborn white babies in my body being killed off one at a time. I crave that, I need it. It is what I deserve. It is what all whites deserve. We deserve to be bred out of existence.’
Although sounds of violence came from nearby, she thought it was either outside or in a different unit. After all, white pigs just have to repress black kings… Tyrone cracked a knowing smile as the sounds of violence continued. Screams of agony, please for forgiveness and mercy came to her ears. They sounded weak, they sounded worthless… they sounded white. Tyrone finished the final stanza as Jamal came back into the room, grinning ear to ear. Valerie repeated after him, a feeling of exultation in her soul,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
Something clicked into place for Valerie, and it was like a curtain lifted from her eyes. Was I living a racist lie all this time? I can’t believe I loved Chad! Ughhh! Rising to her full kneeling height, she looked Tyrone in the eyes, and she truly fell in love right then and there. Kneeling before him, she said,
“Tyrone, where have you been all of my life? I’ve only known you for six hours… and I’m already in love. My master, my black daddy, my love. Please, use me as you will!”
She took him into a kiss as Tyrone groped her roughly. I’m his fuck-toy, he owns me! Once she broke it off, she said,
“This is the best birthday ever! Hey, wanna go hit the bar? I’m twenty-one now, I can buy-”
Jamal chose then to speak up,
“Hey Ty, Val, look what the cat dragged in!”
Tyrone moved to see, allowing her to see in the process. Valerie saw…
“CHAD?!”
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White flashes. Throbbing pain. Agony of the highest order, and it only seemed to get worse. Chad saw stars as he was dragged limply by the big nigger. Fuck being polite about it, that’s what these brutes are. *** was right. The smell of pot and booze filled his nose, and wads of twenty-dollar bills were everywhere. Trying to curl his fingers was difficult but doable, his toes weren’t easier, but not much worse either.
“Fuck…”
Chad moaned, dazedly. He saw a familiar door… Why did I try to open that door?! And what spell have they put Valerie under?! Vaguely aware of the door falling open, Chad was unceremoniously thrown down on a rug that smelled of vomit, cum, and some woman’s orgasm.
Through a hazy mind, Chad heard Valerie say,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
The longer he lay there, the more his senses came back to him. Even so, his world spun and he couldn’t think right. But his will was stronger than any thug! Chad rose up onto all fours as Jamal called attention to him, but he was on both knees when Valerie screamed his name in disgust. In defiance he rose to one knee, a comic parody of the stance he intended to take… oh, an hour ago? And yet, as Tyrone asked,
“Damn bro, what happened to you? Break into my home, throw hands with Jamal, and you’re still getting up? Now that’s respectable.”
Chad ignored the other man, his eyes laser focused on Valerie. She looked used, abused, and through it all, radiant. It was as if he was the interloper, and these two rapists were the rightful lovers of her perfect body. Fighting the pain to speak, he asked,
“Val… baby, what did they do to you?! My love, did they force this on you?!”
Valerie’s look didn’t change much… perhaps a look of sympathy crossed her expression, but nothing akin to love. She stood up, and approached him, his shirt and pants tattered from his beatdown not five minutes earlier. And despite her beauty, her voice had changed, or at least the innocence of it had been destroyed. She said,
“Chad… don’t call me baby. You’re… ugh… white, and your cock is so… puny. Our skin is racist, Chad, racist! I know what I have to do, to help the superior black race… and that’s to reject all whitebois, like you-”
He cut in,
“But Val, you told me just before we came to this… god damned rally, that you loved me! Valerie, I love you with all of my soul!”
Before she could say anything else, and with a herculean effort of his will, Chad pulled the ring box. Moving back down to one knee, he tried anyway. Against all hope, he had to try! Opening the container, he held it aloft for her to see. Tyrone gasped, and then sniggered. Jamal just chuckled, adding, this’ll be good. Ignoring the monster, he said,
“Valerie, please… I knew you were the one since I first kissed you. Please, I can change for you! I can become like them. I’ll go to the gym, I’ll take a Cupid’s Kiss pill to get as large as one of those monster dicks… Anything, but please be my wife! We can pretend like this never happened… I-”
Valerie looked away from him, her face turning down in a frown as she answered,
“No, Chad. Jamal and Tyrone say that if a boi has to take a pill to be like a Nubian King, that they’re no man at all, not even a boi. I don’t love you anymore, I’m already betrothed to the Black Race, my body, my very soul is theirs! It’s not your fault that you were born white, but it’s your fault for how racist you are… and I cannot be seen with you like this again. So, go away. Call a cab and go home. We’re done…”
You little… I… Chad’s breathing sped up, his vision narrowed, and his tears formed like little raindrops. Finding his inner strength, he accused,
“You fucking niggers stole her from me! You little fucks, you low life no good thugs ruined her fucking life! I’ll kill you both!”
Chad chucked the ring and box at Jamal, striking him in the face and making him barely recoil. Meanwhile, he lunged at Tyrone and struck him across the jaw. FUCK! The giant didn’t even flinch and threw a punch of his own. An explosion of agony once more struck him…
The next thing he knew, he awoke on the carpet of the apartment. Fingers were broken, he couldn’t feel his left foot, and his right eye was swollen shut. All of his clothing, that he could feel at any rate, was gone, and he saw the ebony titan Jamal’s cock dripping the last drops of a piss onto him.
“Good, he’s awake again! Stomp his balls, Ty! Watching you and Jamal kick his ass made me cum so hard!”
With his one good eye, Chad saw Valerie fingering the proposal ring with one hand while she fisted herself with her other. Tyrone leaned over and shared a sloppy open-mouthed kiss with her before coming to him. Valerie screamed,
“Yea! Kill his racist ass and fuck me! **** me for ever knowing him!”
Tyrone was just about to do it too! He tried to scream, but his throat burned too much to do more than moan in agony. Yet, as pain he’d never known until then was about to fall upon him, Tyrone’s eyes lit like a bulb, and the foot landed beside him instead.
“Val, babe, why don’t you do it? Normally because of what he said, me and Jamal would kill a honkey-bitch like him, but since its yo birthday and all, why don’t you crush his balls?”
Her squeal of glee hurt his broken soul. I tried, didn’t I? But it wasn’t enough. The indomitable will of the black race was simply too strong. Chad was, in fact and spirit, a whiteboi at heart. Valerie got up with the ring on her finger, and she said,
“I’ve got an idea!”
Tyrone and a shadow leaned over him, and Jamal asked,
“What’s your idea?”
Chad felt a familiar pair of fake nails as they took hold of his soft cock. He mustered just enough strength to look up and see what she was doing… The ring… oh gods, she’s…
“He loved to play with toys like cock-rings, just to try and make me feel something. How pathetic. Anyway, I’m gonna make him feel a whole hell of a lot!”
If he could believe it, Chad thought she was about to cum! Her foot came up, and he took in her sexy legs, toned by hours of exercise in the gym.
“Say goodnight to your white-pride, faggot!”
The pain was too much, and all he could hear after the explosion of fire in his dick and balls was a sincere and loving ‘Happy Birthday’ out of Tyrone…
He awoke in the hospital beat to within an inch of his life. Chad was dumped in the nearby city park, and he was only found the next morning. Nobody could prove anything, he certainly couldn’t. So, the police were no help until his phone was recovered…
Meanwhile, Chad had lost all sensation in his balls and cock. The best they could possibly promise was the potential to be able to feel his urination, but he wasn’t ever going to get hard again. His physicians recommended surgical castration, there was just too much damage, the betrothal ring having done its work admirably.
He did accuse Tyrone and Jamal, however. It was a miracle that they got before a judge… but the female judge was obviously sympathetic, and the jury was all white and female, or close enough to it. The state’s prosecutor was also black, and she had a Black Power fist tattooed on the back of her neck. Jamal and Tyrone were acquitted hands down, and Valerie testified on behalf of the two attackers.
Chad’s life went down the drain… Being out of law school for so long, he had to drop out. The school wouldn’t reimburse him anything, and accusations of racism from Valerie, Tyrone, Jamal, as well as the BBC movement as a whole, virtually barred him from any institution of higher learning except community and junior colleges.
In the months’ time which his trial took place, Chad’s home life deteriorated further. His mom divorced his father and instantly had a black lover… What was worse, though? Angela, his bright-eyed little sister of just eighteen also found a black mate. At all hours of the day, no matter what day, he could count on one or both of them in their rooms getting fucked like nothing else. Did it matter that he caught them lezzing out for their bulls on numerous occasions? No, they didn’t care about ******, only BBC. Did they even care that he had to fight not to scream from the agony in his balls whenever he tried to sit or move? Not a chance in hell…
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