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Kunta’s VIndicationHe smiled with a sense of palpable satisfaction, listening to the hungry slurping sounds rising up from below. Justice. Sweet justice. Memories came as goose bumps prickled the back of his neck. He was getting close. Any other time, the tragic memories would have been too painful to bear. But not anymore. Now they only heightened his sexual pleasure and vindication.He remembered the time he was chained to a pole in the plantations courtyard and whipped. All this because he laid hands on a white overseer who was fucking his sister. He came upon them under the shade of a tree. Her pretty black body writhing under his ugly white form. She unable to fight off the brute as he forced his dirty cock in her innocent pussy, defiling her against her will. What kind of a****ls did these things? These white slave masters and plantation owners. They’d tied Kunta to a pole and whipped him while everyone watched. The mistress of the manner watched too, and the master’s daughters and sons. The overseer whipped him until Kunta forgot his name. Or so they thought, but Kunta never forgot his name. Never forgot where he came from or his people or that he was royalty. People didn’t own him. People didn’t fuck his sister. He was the owner and the fucker. And now he had his revenge.The uprising changed everything. He remembers the plantation owner begging for his life. “Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!” Oh yes he would. Kunta didn’t kill him. He could have, but death would have been too good. Better to let a dog realize he is a dog and live as a dog while he watches everything he loves taken away. Being an isolated island off the coast of Georgia , no one on the mainland knew the slaves had taken over. And there were enough supplies on hand to denizli escort make it for a long time. Kunta was a natural leader and the former slaves recognized his supremacy and followed without question. The island was now his kingdom to rule as he wished. The black horde, his army. And Kunta wasted no time administering justice as only a Mandinka warrior could.Slurp… Suck… Suck… Slurp… Gurgle… Cough… Mmmfff…His sister had been an unwilling victim of the white man’s crime. Such a dull and unimaginative sexual brutality. How could a man derive pleasure from forcing himself on a female against her will? It was just mechanical stimulation not much different than fucking a watermelon or one of the goats. But those white men were only a****ls anyway, so it was fitting.The hungry sucking sounds continued from below. “Come on master. Give it to me.” Slurp… Suck… Suck… “You know what I want. Mmmfff… Please? Please cum for me?”He would. Soon. The pleasure was washing all over him.The whites had thought their black slaves stupid fools, not much more evolved than apes. Thus, they had justified owning blacks and treating them as cattle–buying and selling, breeding and using. But Kunta was no docile, dumb cow. He was a leader of a proud race of princes, poets, and priests. He was an alpha among alphas. And he knew how to administer justice to dogs like these white scum. Suck, suck, suck… Slurp… “Please cum for me?” This time, it was a throaty whisper. “I so hungry for your cum. Cum in my mouth. Please?”Over in the corner, the pathetic white dog was crumpled in a cage. His hands were removed so he could never lay them on a black man again. “Please?” The former plantation owner begged through tears. “Please diyarbakır escort cum in my wife’s mouth. She’s so hungry.”Sweet justice.Mmmfff… Suck, suck, suck… The sounds filled the room as the white woman looked up at him from her knees. She massaged his black balls and begged, “Please? Cum for me?” He smacked his cock across her face several times before shoving it back in her mouth. He barely fit as her head bobbed back and forth, back and forth along his broad meat. She’d once held a high position of honor as the white plantation owner’s wife. She’d watched Kunta whipped until he passed out. Now, she was merely one of Kunta’s many white bitches. At first it had been necessary to keep the women chained and take steps to avoid being bitten or scratched by the white kittens (as they often called the white women now). But soon the kittens were eager to lap the white milk from their black masters’ cocks, for it was nearly all they ever got to eat. The average load of ejaculate yields 5-7 calories. A Mandinka can provide exceptionally more than average. A 15-20 caloric load is not uncommon–especially when egged on by a white bitch starved for his cum and willing to do anything to get it. Even so, a white woman would need to consume at least 100 loads of cum a day just to barely acquire the necessary nutrients to live.Hunger is a universal motivator. It will drive pride, morality, religion, racial bias, and every other inhibition out the window. One by one, every white woman on the plantation was broken. The once prim and proper southern daughters all succumbed. Chains were no longer necessary. Now they begged every black man they met to cum in their mouth. When their masters were bored with oral pleasure, escort bayan the white women offered up their pussies, their assholes, anything just to get the salty liquid that was now the primary sustenance of their pathetic lives. Kunta had been particular satisfied a few days before to watch the plantation owner’s youngest daughter–a delicate, young blonde with porcelain skin and long slender legs–grunting like a pig as two black warriors fucked her hard–one in her pussy and one in her ass. “Ahhh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She screamed as she writhed between them, trying to stir them to produce an extra large quantity of cum. “Fuck me and cum in my mouth!” But she was in no position to order them to do anything and when each blew his massive load in the hole he fucked before leaving the poor girl exhausted on the ground The bitches’ two older sisters immediately fell upon her greedily fought over the privilege of slurping the gooey substance from her cunt and ass. Their ravishing hunger was such that they didn’t so much as spit some in the little sister’s mouth to compensate her lusty effort. And now, finally, the plantation’s former mistress had finally broken. She’d held out the longest, sustained by her formerly proud station and the extra body fat accumulated from her age and living as a pampered southern elite. But now the excess fat was all worn off. She was lean and as beautiful as ever. And day by day the hunger had grown–deep in her belly and in her eyes as she watched the younger girls feasting on black beef all around. The hunger, the need, and the realization of her master’s complete supremacy drove her to her knees and pried open her hungry lips.Urlggrrr… Cough… Slurp… Suck, suck, slurp… “Please?” She begged in a low whisper. And the pathetic white slave in the cage, her husband, echoed her plea though tears. “Please, cum in my wife. She’s so hungry for your cum. Please!”And so it was. Justice. Sweet justice.[/image]http://juicygif.com/albums/userpics/2016y/11/09/17/1/7420-deeply-dp-penetration.gif[/image]
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