Chapter 1 - Hayase Nagatoro, BLACKED.

Notes - All characters in this story are the age of 18 or above. This means that if a character happens to be under this age in the show canonically, in this story they are to be depicted as an adult version of them. I do not want to nor wish to condone sexual intercourse with minors. This story may have sensitive content for some people, please proceed with caution. TRIGGER WARNING


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Tags - Non-con, NTR, Interracial, BBC, Violence, Bullying, First-Time, Impregnation, Humilation, Extreme Themes. 
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“Sennnnpaiii!~” 


An all-too familiar voice came booming from the hallways as the door to the Arts Club room swung open, Hayase Nagatoro standing proudly at the entrance with a smug grin on her face, excited to start another day with teasing her beloved Senpai. 


“H-Hey, Nagatoro.” 


“What’s up? You even seem more sus than usual Senpai! Where’s your usual wrigglyness? Creepy! Did someone break your heart?” giggled Nagatoro, sneaking up behind Senpai and trying to embarrass him.


“No…”


Although she was her usual self, something was amiss with Senpai, he was acting differently than normal. Never really the outgoing, excited type either, but he was less sociable than usual. Nagatoro paused for a moment, but brushed it off and tried to make a joke out of it. 


“Well, that’s not out of the ordinary either! You’re normally a quiet and creepy Senpai anyways!” giggled Nagatoro, but hiding the concerned look on her face as it was evident that something was troubling him. Putting the teasing aside, they were really close, and most of the insults that she hurled his way had little weight, Senpai grew tough skin and was never affected by the words she would say no matter how harsh they would be, knowing that wasn’t her real nature. 


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Later that day…


They walked home together as was the standard procedure, with Nagatoro trying to lighten up his mood the only way she knew how, which was to tease him. Whether that was the most effective method or not was up for debate, but Nagatoro didn’t know how to go about it any other way. Tugging at his arm and perhaps getting a bit too physical as she wanted Senpai to react instead 


“!!!...” 


“Oh, that’s why…”


The shortsleeve shirt he was wearing failed to hide the bruise on his left arm, it was insensitive to think that Senpai was acting like this for no significant reason. Nagatoro immediately felt bad about how she’s been teasing him, although maybe Senpai needed that right now.


“What happened? Did you get into a fight?...”


“No, I didn’t. I’m fine, Nagatoro.” dismissed Senpai, not wanting to make her worry.


“Can I see it?...” asked Nagatoro, softly. He knew she was being serious. 


“I said don’t worry about it!” responded Senpai, acting as if the matter didn’t concern her. 


Nagatoro wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she lifted up his shirt and saw that his upper body was also covered with bruises. There was an awkward silence that befell them, but Nagatoro wasn’t anything close to her usual self. She was very protective of her friends, and seeing that Senpai was hurt filled her blood with rage. 


“I see. I’m sorry, Senpai. I didn’t mean to-”


“It’s whatever… I’ll go home, Nagatoro. See you tomorrow.” spoke Senpai, rushing home and cutting the conversation short. He wasn’t comfortable talking about this, who would be? 


“Senpai… Who would do this?!” 


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The next day…


Physical Education Class wasn’t one that Senpai looked forward to, especially because the new transfer student that entered his class had turned his everyday life into a living hell. Already getting bullied and called names by the man, he didn’t know what to do, although this guy was malicious, Senpai didn’t want to stoop to his level either, and tried to remain silent through it all and hopefully the guy would walk away. He was a dark-skinned foreign student from out of the country, standing tall at six foot and four inches, an exceptionally chiseled muscle-bound build that hardly made him look their age at all. Resembling more of a buff body builder than a young adult, his voice was also deep and very intimidating. 


“Hey, don’t mess with me. If you can’t finish my homework for me by the end of this week, I’ll beat you up right here and now.” threatened the highschool bully, clenching his fist trying to frighten Senpai, who wasn’t a confrontational person at all. He handed him the paper roughly by pushing it against his chest, nearly making him fall backwards and onto his ass but he caught himself with the heel of his foot.


“Senpaiii!~” a cheerful voice interrupted the two from the hallway, it belonged to Hayase Nagatoro. The short, petite girl had long, beautiful straight black hair, with a cute face with her smiling showing off her sharp fang at the top of her set of teeth. A wide grin on her face as she spotted Senpai and immediately  waved at him, she was walking on her way to class before seeing him from the corner of her eye. 


Senpai awkwardly waved back, raising his left arm and returning the gesture. 


“Yo, who is she? What’s she to you?” interrogated the man, immediately noticing her slender figure, clearly finding the smaller lady attractive. 


“She’s just a friend.” answered Senpai.


“Of course she is, there’s no way a babe like that would be dating you.” responded the bully.


“....”


“What’s her name?” he asked after a few seconds of silence.


“Why?”


“Did I say you could ask me questions? What’s her name, dickhead?” 


“Come on, we have to leave now, the teacher’s gonna get angry…” said Senpai, trying to switch the subject.


“Tsk, whatever.”



He had a bad feeling about this, and as a result Senpai opted not to tell him too much about her. She was just a friend, that’s all. Purposefully omitting any information that could trouble them in the future, wanting to hide the entire truth from him. The day went on as usual until after school, where the foreigner pushed him into the lockers and instructed him to meet him at the back of the building after hours. 


“Why did you call me out here?” asked Senpai, having no clue why he needed him. He already agreed to finishing his homework, he just wanted to rush home and finish this strenuous day. 


“I don’t buy what you said earlier, with that tanned girl today. Tell me her name.” he asked, grabbing the collar of his shirt and acting as aggressive as usual. 


“...”


“You’re not gonna tell me? I’m just asking you what her name is, dumbass!” raising his voice, shouting loudly as Senpai didn’t cower. Physically weak, maybe. However, he wasn’t afraid to protect a girl that he cared for, and continued to ignore him no matter how rough he would get.


“Bastard…” 


Needless to say, things weren’t pretty for Senpai after he refused to cooperate with his interrogation. He was beaten up pretty badly with his glasses getting shattered on the concrete, a black eye as his face was beaten to the ground, he didn’t want to tell, but the pain was so overbearing that he had to give in eventually. 


“N-Nagatoro! Her name is Hayase Nagatoro!” muttered Senpai, holding onto the side of his face and protecting his head from getting kicked as he was already on the floor. 


“So you can talk? Hayase Nagatoro, huh… Thanks, you can leave now. I didn’t think I’d have to beat your ass for you to tell me. You got a crush on her, or something?” he laughed, walking off as he was satisfied after learning what he sought out to do. 


“Asshole…” whispered Senpai under his breath, coughing as he picked up his destroyed glasses off the floor, and patted the dust off his shirt. Everything was fine until he came in. 


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Days later…


Apparently, telling him what he wanted to hear wasn’t enough to save him from physical abuse. Senpai got the crap beaten out of him every encounter with the foreign man, this time he was demanding to learn the names of Nagatoro’s friends. He didn’t know what a guy like this would be planning, so of course Senpai was hesitant to talk. Although at the end it meant nothing, since he would be beaten to a pulp every time, at least he held onto his pride of not caving in and telling him what he wanted to know immediately. What got him the worst beating was when the man asked Senpai what route Nagatoro took home, now his intentions were clear. There were plenty of ladies at the school, but he was particularly interested in Nagatoro and her clique, the group of girls were hot and just his type, even now he was reminiscing about Nagatoro’s slender figure, punching Senpai constantly and not even realizing that he had become unconscious because of how distracted he was, eventually coming to and realizing that he might have crossed the line.


“Whoops, I got carried away there. That Nagatoro bitch really is a hot piece of ass, I didn’t even realize I was daydreaming.” he laughed hysterically, walking off and leaving Senpai on the floor, completely limp. 


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That entire fiasco led to the hospitalization of Senpai for a few days, with Nagatoro visiting him every chance she could get, bringing treats, food, drinks, whatever he needed. Still, he relented to tell her who was doing this to him, and it was frustrating that he wouldn’t tell the teachers about it, even if they were probably incompetent to help him. 


“Why can’t you tell me?! You can’t let this keep happening. This has gone way too far already!” scolded Nagatoro, shedding a tear or two in response. 


“....”


After his bruises were cleaned up and Senpai was treated for his wounds, the bullying resumed as usual the moment he came back to school and was standing on his feet. Nagatoro was the only person that really held his sanity together, teasing him like normal which was a form of bullying her on the way, but was the type that he liked, spending time with her was always fun. It cheered him up during times that could only seem grim. He couldn’t explain either, why he wasn’t telling anyone about this jerk. Was it some sense of nobility? Or was it just him being naive. Whatever the case may be, there was no current end in sight. His one escape from hell that was gym class was the art club room after school. 


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One day…


Senpai’s worst fears became true. Nagatoro was approached by the tall foreign student after one of her swim practices, catching her wearing an irresistible swimsuit as his eyes practically wandered her figure as they talked. Usually, he would start off by flirting and complimenting her nice tanned body that he really wanted to fuck, but something told him that Nagatoro wasn’t the type for that form of seduction to work on. 


“I know you, you’re in Senpai’s class, aren’t you?” said Nagatoro, not paying this guy much attention as she was already accustomed to being hit on numerous times a day, already growing tired of it as she fixed her hair and accidentally gave the man a little show as she stretched her arms out in front of him. Her chest was still on the smaller side, but her cleavage popped out slightly, and her curves were more pronounced with the skin tight wet swimsuit clinging onto her frame. 


“Yeah… I’m his friend, I guess.” lied the man, trying to figure out a way to approach her as Nagatoro definitely seemed to be close with him, he never really saw her talk to any guy except Senpai, that was how he knew. 


“His friend? Senpai has friends?” laughed Nagatoro, although felt a false sense of security because that meant this person might know what was happening behind the scenes. 


“Uh-huh… So, I’m kind of busy right now, but do you want to meet up at the park later? I have something you probably want to know, it’s about who sent Naoto to the hospital.” explained the bully in disguise, coming up with the plan on the spot as her lack of hostility meant that she had no clue who the culprit was. 


“You know?!” asked Nagatoro, now she was interested. 


“Y-Yeah, I do. I saw it happen before, but I didn’t know who to tell. I’m not really about snitching to the teachers either, but I’ll tell you. Just meet me at the park after you’re done. I gotta go now!” he said, trying to act unsuspicious as she ran off, Nagatoro was stunned in a rage with a chip on her shoulders. 


Finally, she was going to find out who had been tormenting her Senpai. At least for that part, he wasn’t lying. 


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Later that day…


Nagatoro texted Senpai to tell him that she couldn’t walk home with him that day, and had important matters to do. She received a text shortly thereafter with Senpai curiously asking him what she was doing, possibly concerned that what was about to unfold on that exact day was what he feared. 


The park bench was relatively unoccupied as both took a seat, most noticeably the big black man sat directly next to her, instead of across from her. Nagatoro couldn’t read this guy, but was so hellbent on uncovering the identity of the crook that has been bullying her beloved Senpai that she dismissed his questionable behavior. 


“Okay, we’re here. So who is it? Who’s the guy that’s been bullying Senpai.” 


“Oh, right. Yeah, I’ll tell you in a second. Your name's Nagatoro, right? He’s told me about you before. It’s nice to meet you, it’s the first time I’ve seen a hottie since moving to Japan.”


Nagatoro looked unimpressed as she took a sip of the juice box she purchased along the way, sighing as he was obviously trying to hit on her.


“Really? Senpai told me about you? What did he say about me? Did he talk about how pretty I am?” joked Nagatoro.


“Nah, but if he did he certainly wouldn’t be lying.” 


“Anyways, Senpai isn’t the type to talk about others for no reason, I’m totally surprised.” said Nagatoro, raising an eyebrow at the revelation. 


“Yeah, I can’t remember why we started talking about you either.” 


“Come to think of it, how did you know where to find me earlier?” asked Nagatoro, realizing that he intentionally waited for her after swim practice to talk to her. That wasn’t exactly information that all of her peers knew about.


“A-Ah, yeah… He told me about that too.” 


“He did? Why would he do that?” 


Her questions came in bunches as there were simply too many things to ask about, things weren’t adding up. 


“Cuz I asked him to tell me, told him that I hadn’t seen such an attractive girl and I wanted to get your number.” explained the dark-skinned foreigner, now trying to wrap his arm around her waist, which she batted away swiftly in resistance, shooting him a glare. 


“Sorry, I’m not interested. To tell you the truth, guys like Senpai are more my type.” said Nagatoro, smugly. Patting the table as she stood up to leave, stopped when he abruptly grabbed onto her wrists, holding her in place.


“Woah now, not so fast sweetie. I said I’d tell you who was beating the shit out of your little boy toy, right?”


“Yeah, you did, but I thought that was just an excuse you made up so you could try and flirt with me. Sorry bud, but could you let go of me?” threatened Nagatoro, a serious tone in her voice as she felt insulted that he wasted her time like this.


“It wasn’t an excuse. I do know who’s doing this to him. Wanna know why?”


“…” 


Nagatoro looked at him quizzically, uncertain of what he was getting at.


“Because I’m the guy kicking his ass. The pathetic kid got his ass handed to him so many times because he didn’t want to tell me your name, your road home, where you go after school. All of that was the reason he’s been coming home in bruises and bandaged up like some fuckin mummy.” he confessed, seeing that nothing was proceeding correctly anyways, he might as well come clean. All of that acting and phony shit wasn’t cutting it, anyways. 


“You bastard!” shouted Nagatoro, clicking her tongue and hissing through her teeth as she had never looked so irate, consumed and blinded by anger as she felt the urge to lash out at him. Throwing a punch that he caught easily, even if Nagatoro was adept in fighting, the man was huge, much larger than any sparring partner that she’d ever fought. 


He tugged at her arm as she fell forward onto him, cupping her cheeks rudely and tapping at her chin as he spoke with their faces only inches apart. 


“Are you mad? He wouldn’t have gotten beat nearly as badly as he did if he’d just tell me what I wanted to know right away. He was probably afraid that once we met, that I’d fuck you and take you from him. The kid’s smart, because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do to ya. Whenever he would refuse, I’d punch his face in then kick him while he was on the ground. And he didn’t talk until he was on the verge of getting knocked out or I had beaten him so badly that he’d end up somewhere even worse than the hospital.”


The man was scary, now that she was starting to pay some more attention to her surroundings, the guy was freakishly huge. It was troubling how he was detailing what happened as if he were reminiscing about his most fondest memories. Nagatoro didn’t know how to respond, the glaring differences in size and strength becoming shockingly apparent. Her hand was so tiny compared to his, and she couldn’t retract her hand when she tried. A horrified look on her face when she couldn’t budge, and this intimidating foreigner suddenly pulled her into an embrace, his left hand opportunistically holding and grabbing onto her skirt-covered rear, making her gasp as he smashed his huge rugged lips against her soft, smaller pillowy ones. 


“Mmmnph?!”


Her first kiss. The first kiss that she hoped to give to Senpai one day, when he would finally cave in and confess to her. It was gone in the blink of an eye, forcefully stolen from her. Nagatoro’s eyes went wide from the sensation of his warm lips suffocating hers, head tilting back slightly from his aggressiveness, pulling her onto his lap as he groped her backside, making her squirm when he spanked the back of her thigh and then started to trail his roaming black hands beneath her skirt, caressing and kneading the flesh of her panty-clad ass while Nagatoro murmured in protest against his lips. Solving nothing as her first experience kissing a man somehow became worse, opening his lips and starting to assault her mouth with wet, sloppy kisses that included his invading tongue pushing against Nagatoro’s shut lips trying to get them to open.


“Mmm?!… Mmm, mmmnn!” 


With sealed lips, Nagatoro was trying to say “No”. Pushing against his rock-hard pectoral muscles, Nagatoro tried to create some distance between them and peel their lips away, but his teeth had already started tugging at her bottom lip. What she imagined kisses felt like was nothing like this. It wasn’t romantic, memorable, or loving at all. Instead, it was rough, terrifying, and wet with his saliva. The grimace on her face worsened as he rubbed her tanned asscheeks, shaking the flesh of it up and down as he then surprised her with a resounding spank that caused her mouth to open in a gasping yelp. Closing her eyes in refusal and screaming some curse words into his mouth when his slithery wet appendage wriggled its way into her orifice. Their hot tongues introduced each other as Nagatoro tried to pull hers away but there was nowhere to run, her smaller, weaker tongue was easily dominated, as she was forced to straddle his lap with a noticeable bulge pressing against her lower mound and tummy. 


“What the hell?!… G-Gross, a kiss like this! Get your damn lips off me? Ughh!” complained Nagatoro as she cringed while receiving an involuntary taste of his saliva. Unavoidable given the nature of the deep kiss, it looked like he was sucking on her face as he was overcome with libido and squeezed her tight, firm ass as he tilted his head to the side, moved his lips up and down with his tongue shoved as far in her mouth as possible. Nagatoro tasted so sweet, it was so irresistible. 


“I-I can’t breathe!” thought Nagatoro, trying to hold her breath and not wanting to give in, preventing whatever body part she could from making any form of contact with him. Only to ultimately fail as he grabbed onto the back of her head, and pulled her into his invading, molesting kiss. His fingers slipped underneath the fabric of her panties as Nagatoro groaned in protest as her virgin lips and tongue were violated, having to endure it for nearly three whole minutes as she was forced to breathe heavily through her nose. It was disgusting, but she had to drink his spit because he refused to resurface for air, Nagatoro had never felt so powerless and puny in her life, she couldn’t budge. Simply sit there on his lap like his little whore, mouth hanging open as he mailed at her face with his lips. 


It took him that long before he was satisfied, freeing Nagatoro who immediately gasped dramatically for air. A false sense of security and freedom as she was finally let go, Nagatoro covered her lips with her hands to prevent him from swooping in again for round two, trying to recollect herself as her thighs were trembling from the terrifying experience. A dirty kiss like that wasn’t pleasant at all, her bright pink lips were sore, and around her lips was wet enough to bother her. Thick strands of his saliva were left around her cheeks, drool dripping from her chin. Having to spit out the remnants of his spit that felt like it was ruining her taste buds, he didn’t have bad breath but to Nagatoro who was blinded by hatred, it tasted like the worst thing in the world.


“What the hell is your problem?! You just-… You stole my first kiss! I’d never want to kiss a guy like y-“ shouted Nagatoro, interrupted when the bulky man lifted her up and then slinging the skinner girl over his shoulders. Nagatoro couldn’t believe what was happening, this went beyond typical highschool bullying. This guy was a savage. 


“Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down!” yelped Nagatoro, blushing furiously as she had a few ideas as to where this brute was taking her. Flailing on his shoulders and trying to punch his back, he hardly felt a thing. His body was dark and powerful, unfazed by her attempts at inflicting him pain. 


“Don’t make too much noise, girly. Save that energy for when I’m plowing you.” he scoffed, patting her condescendingly on the behind to let her know their difference in strength. 


There was a nearby public bathroom that was small enough to only contain one person, he kicked the door open and then slammed it shut behind them, and then locked it. Nagatoros' heart sank as it didn’t take a genius to see where this was heading, although still in disbelief because of it.


“A b-bathroom?! Why did you-…”


“You’ll find out soon enough, baby girl. Take off your clothes.” he commanded, watching as Nagatoro sort of had a mini breakdown as she reasonably grew incredibly anxious and shaky. 


“A-As if I’d do that! In your dreams! Let me out of here already!” shouted Nagatoro, reaching for the door handle but immediately having her arms held down by his absurd strength. 


“Take off your skirt, lemme see those panties.” he demanded, a heart-shivering glare to his eyes. Nagatoro felt cornered as he stepped up closely in front of her.


“Y-You’re serious?!…” 


“Or maybe you want me to call Senpai over right now and show you how I put him in the hospital again?” 


That was a threat that she couldn’t take. Nagatoro's lips quivered as her stomach churned with guilt from the thought of being the reason that Naoto was being bullied. Maybe, maybe on the off-chance that she really did listen to what this jerk asked for, and showed him her panties, he would be satisfied and leave them alone. People don’t think rationally when they’re in dire situations, Nagatoro was panicking, unable to find a way out.


“N-No, I can’t! Senpai wouldn’t want this!” thought Nagatoro, biting her bottom lip out of frustration. 


“For fucks sake, are you gonna make me do everything?” complained the aggressor, pinning her tiny forearms above her head as he started to make quick work of her clothing. Nagatoro looked like fears incarnate as he unbuttoned the white shirt of her uniform, or more like, practically tore it off as he threw it aside. He was undressing her as if the clothes offended him, like it was a pain for his eyes to see. Nagatoro's face was flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, and it would only get worse, as he yanked off her skirt and now left her clad in only her purple-lace matching bra and panties. 


“What’s with this, you dress like a total slut!” 


“Shut up!”


“God damn, you’ve got a feisty mouth on ya and a body like this…” he growled almost menacingly, eyeing her from head to toe as he was quite delighted by her exotic tan lines, her skin was a light chocolate in comparison to his darker skin, but there were spots covered by her everyday clothes that remained pale. Nagatoro wasn’t busty by any means but an ample chest that was cute but still attractive. Her stomach was toned and flat because of her everyday physical activity, nice slender legs and a tight waist and nice hips he wanted to grab onto like handles and fuck. 


“Don’t even think of moving, I don’t really like the idea of hitting girls, especially pretty ones like you.” 


“You’ve already done more than enough to hurt me, bastard…” cursed Nagatoro, trying to cover as much of her beautiful skin as possible.


In Japan, it was a common belief that foreigners were bigger and stronger. There weren’t many that traveled from overseas in the country, so of course there would be many misconceptions about them. However, this man wasn’t the way he was because he came from America, nor was it because of his race, that was simply who he is. Nagatoro realized many times over, the paling comparison of most guys from the country and this superbly tall, athletic burly beast of a man. He lifted off his shirt from his shoulders, and exposed his exceptionally dark skin, a rare sight of Nagatoro who was a small Japanese woman that didn’t have much experience with foreigners. His bulging muscles were huge, it wasn’t like anything she’d ever seen. The guy wasn’t ugly, with a sharp jawline, big lips, and a relatively attractive face, but Nagatoro couldn’t bring herself to notice any of his facial features out of refusal to accept him for his terrible personality. Maybe most girls would be fawning over the masculine specimen of a body that was being exposed in front of her, and while Nagatoro couldn’t speak or simply look away, having never expected she would be locked in a bathroom with a tough-looking foreigner stripping off clothes, it was difficult to describe the emotions running through her head. 


The next piece of attire was none other than his pants, they were off within seconds following his boxers shortly after, and while Nagatoro tried to avert her gaze for this section, from her peripheral vision she could see something exceptionally large and dark whip out and almost lunge at her. 


“W-Why did you get naked?!… I-I’m not gonna look at you.” expressed Nagatoro, closing her eyes firmly shut. 


“What’s wrong, scared of seeing your first big black cock?” he snickered.


“Big black co-?…”


“I get it. You’ve never seen a huge dick before, have you? You must be scared. Trust me, girls love it. Especially a dirty slut like you.” 


Yes, Nagatoro was scared. Not solely because of his cock size necessarily, however. She was intimidated by his overwhelming stature as a whole. 


“Open your eyes, Nagatoro. Say hello to your first black cock.” he whispered hotly against her neck and into her ear, holding onto her frail wrist and then pushing the open palm of her hand against the underside of his dark slab of meat. 


“???!!!!”


Nagatoro’s eyes shot wide open as she glanced down towards his crotch instinctively to confirm whether or not the turgid object pressed up against her hands was real. Astonished, flabbergasted, whatever word you wanted to describe was what Nagatoro felt in that harrowing moment. A girl of her age had obviously seen a penis before, but her first live look at one was nothing like what she had seen online or from those pervy magazines. Yes, the skin was different, but this gargantuan tube of virile onyx felt like the biggest thing she’d ever seen. Nagatoro was still a virgin, but this shattered her impressions of penis sizes and the norm. It didn’t even look real, the thing looked thicker than her arm, and it spanned a ridiculous length that truthfully looked longer than a ruler. Nagatoro wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. At the very least, the sight of this law-defying monstrous appendage was captivating.


“What do you think? Big, right?” he laughed, making Nagatoro gulp as her fingers lightly squeezed it. 


“I-I don’t know.” 


“You've never seen your Senpai’s shrimp dick, have you? It'll probably make you laugh after seeing mine.”  the way he spoke with such egotistical confidence irked her, not a fan of hearing Naoto get insulted.


“S-So what if it’s a little big?” retorted Nagatoro, not necessarily impressed but more astonished that a man’s genitals could grow so large. 


“Cuz girls love big cocks, Nagatoro. That's why you’ll love it. You’re gonna get blacked.” he huskily whispered against her ear, making Nagatoro pant heavily as her heart was racing wildly, breaking out in a nervous sweat. 


“Yeah, right… I don’t care about your big black cock or whatever!” stammered Nagatoro, she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t put up a fight. 


“Heh, we’ll see about that. You’re going to find out if you do care about it yourself, get on your knees.” snarked the big black man, pressing down on her shoulders until she collapsed onto the floor. 


Face-leveled with his crotch, the heavy, potent musk entered her nostrils. The smell wasn’t exactly pleasant, it was the raw scent of a very masculine manhood. It was just as he described it, big, excessively big even, and black throughout the entirety of it, adding onto the spectacle of the dark erect organ was a pair of enormous testicles that produced an even thicker smell that left Nagatoro grimacing. His odor was so strong, an exotic smell that was foreign to Nagatoro’s cute nose.


“Get your dick away from me!” said Nagatoro, trying to breathe through her mouth to avoid sniffing it. They were that close together, after all.


A cock slap across the cheek is what Nagatoro was dealt, stunned from the disrespectful act that was not only demeaning as a woman but just as a human being. The salacious gaze on his eyes was telling about what he viewed Nagatoro as, nothing more than just a cumdump. Her long pristine hair was grabbed into a mess as he palmed the top of her skull, then smacking the heavy erect fuck rod that radiated intense warmth against her pursed lips, trying to refuse it entrance as he rubbed his black shaft against them. 


“You’re so stubborn, you know that? I guess that’s something you two have in common. And just like him, in the end you’ll just give me what I want. Here, kiss my balls, Nagatoro. Suck them.” 


“I would never do something so-“


“I’ll beat Naoto until he can’t open those eyes of his.”


“!!!…”


His words weren’t empty threats, this guy would actually do it. Nagatoro not only feared for Senpai but herself, calming her nerves down as she steeled her nerves, and begrudgingly listened to his command. Closing her eyes to pretend this was all a nightmare, she pushed her lips that made contact with his sack, the sweaty leathery skin omitting a dizzying scent that made her lightheaded. Nagatoro’s sweet strawberry lips were soft to the touch and warm, and the obscuring pole of black cockmeat rested against her face as he casually laid it on top of her. She was desperate to save Naoto, experimentally farting out her tongue which hesitantly made contact with the dark swaying pouch, immediately retracting her tongue at the taste of it. Nagatoro panted heavily as he responded by pulling a few strands of her hair clean off, grunting as she fought the urge to sob and hurriedly licked the circumference of his balls, a humiliating act that was intended to establish his dominance. He leaned back and pulled out his cellphone, recording the supposed depravity of Nagatoro as she lewdly suckled his testicles. 


“That’s enough, start sucking me off now.” 


“….”


“I-I've never sucked one before. I’ll probably be terrible at it.” excused Nagatoro, trying to maneuver her way out of this. 


“Enough talking, slut. Those naughty lips of yours are only good for being noisy and sucking black cock, got it?”


“Fuck off.”


Nagatoro yelped when he whipped her across the face with enough force to make her head turn as a result, the swinging engorgement between his legs didn’t look like it belonged on a person's body. This is what a huge black cock was like? Nagatoro has actually heard of the rumor before, sometimes girly talk with Gamou she probably mentioned something like that before when stumbling upon it searching porn on the internet. To think it was real was perplexing. This went beyond just big, the thing was a tank, a towering giant. Gamou probably likes black guys, but Nagatoro never had a preference, not the fetishizing type. Even now, although her body responded in some sort of way after seeing it, she wasn’t completely seduced. If anything, she was just cockstrucken in awe, but she didn’t want to take it inside of her body, or her mouth for that matter.


“I-It won’t fit! Your-… Your dick is too big for my mouth.” 


“Hahaha! Don’t be ridiculous, I’m sure a girl like you will be amazing at sucking me. Don’t call it a dick, call it a big black cock.”


“….”


“Y-Your big black cock is too big for my mouth…” repeated Nagatoro, correcting herself.


“Yes… What do you think about it? My big black cock.”


Nagatoro’s lips were shaking as she glanced back and forth at it, hating how she was powerless to fight him. Why was he so damn strong? 


“I-It’s really big. And… And it’s really hot.. And thick… The smell is strong…” sighed Nagatoro, closing her eyes in embarrassment.


“What the hell is he making me say?!” she thought, turning her cheek when he started to rub the bulbous tip against her face, smearing pre-cum all over it. Nagatoro was turning him on like no other girl has ever before. There was something sadistic within him that loved to see a prideful, headstrong woman crumble underneath him. A scary individual, he truly was. 


Nagatoro couldn’t see it coming since she had closed her eyes, and he pushed the very girthy crown of his dark phallus against her lips, bumping her head back slightly as Nagatoro’s warm breath made him eject some more of that filthy tasting spunk. She didn’t thrash about and try to claw her way out of it, feeling like all hope was lost. Or maybe, a tiny part of her didn’t run away for some reason. Even if she was acting strong, Nagatoro was scared of this guy. 


“Don’t you understand the situation you’re in?!” his vehement voice left her frozen in fear, pausing for a moment with his engorged cockhead still resting against her pillowy lips. 


“…..”


After a few seconds of silence and contemplation, Nagatoro realized something. This would all be over, if she were to satisfy him. Refusing would only delay the inevitable, at this point she only had one choice left. Nagatoro, appearing as if she had a shift in personality, opened her eyes and made eye contact with the man, determined. 


“Ggh!” 


In one swift motion, Nagatoro opened her mouth and engulfed that big black cock in between her lips. The stretching of her mouth was noticeable, having to readjust and hang her jaw wider to welcome more of it into her orifice. Gamou talked about how to perform a blowjob before, and Nagatoro was only half-listening, disinterested in the idea of it. Apparently, those tips worked wonders, tucking her teeth behind her lips, Nagatoro experimentally bobbed her head up and down in rapid succession, immediately her tongue slid against the veiny underside in broad motions as the staggering taste washed through her sensitive taste buds. It made her want to gag, but then she did, because of her throat reflexively responding to the intrusive nature of his hard member. 


“Oh, fuck yeah! Suck that black cock, baby. You love it, don’t you?” 


“How could I like this?!… You’re raping me! I’m just trying to get you off so I can leave!” thought Nagatoro, frustrated as she clenched her fingers around the girthy shaft of it, trying to squeeze it to inflict some pain but it was so strong and sturdy that it just felt like she was enthusiastically pumping it. Her tiny fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around it. 


“Answer me! Do you like sucking on that black cock?!” 


Nagatoro felt a sharp pang in her stomach as she felt like she was betraying Senpai. They weren’t dating, nor had they even confessed, but it felt awful nonetheless. Thrusting her head onto his crotch with her luscious lips sliding against it, detesting the lewd, slick noises it would make when she tried to swallow the excess saliva her mouth was producing. Tucking a strand of hair blocking her face, Nagatoro felt like she would need to act obedient if she wanted to survive. Sticking out her tongue and trying to act like a bitch in heat, she hungrily panted from her mouth and rubbed his black meat against her outstretched tongue. 


“I luhv suhcking blahck cohck…” 


“Damn right, you do!” 


If she felt like that blowjob she was forcing upon herself to perform was hell, Nagatoro was in for a rude awakening. His huge paws grabbed the sides of her skull, keeping her head in place as he reinserted his hulking ebony cock into her sloppy, warm and wet heavenly mouth. He basked in the eroticism of it and threw his head back in bliss, this time forcing her gag reflex to sputter out of control, a loud gurgling noise coming from out of her throat as he forced his way inside of it. The treacherous black cock slipped past the tight entrance of it and slid down the slippery slope of her clenching gullet, refusing to adapt to the excessive thick girth that left her eyes running with slim tears that streaked down her face, a noticeable bulge on her throat, cheeks bright red from the lack of oxygen as her pretty little face was fucked into a spit-covered mess.


“Gggghhh!~… Mmnnngh!.. Mmmm!~.. Gaaak!… Nngh!~”


Coughing profusely and stuttering nonsensically, Nagatoro eyes shot open and her futile attempts to scream pleas for him to slow down and not to be rough came out as nothing more than pleasant vibrations to her abuser. That was all this was at the end of the day, cruel, heartless sexual abuse. Nagatoro couldn’t do anything but revel in her twisted fate, her coated fingernails digging into the dark chocolate skin of his muscular thighs, perhaps trying to scratch him in order to peel his colossal length from out of her luscious lips and tightening velvety walls of her throat.


The man lacked remorse, a wicked smug grin on his face as he combined the tugging of her head with impaling thrusts of his hips that left her sheathing the black engorgement all the way to the root. An impossible feat that was only made possible through callous treatment and reckless persistence, Nagatoro’s eyes went cross-eyes upon having his balls away and then smack her on the chin, unintelligible noises leaving her spit-lathered mouth as his spasming organ rewarded Nagatoro for her efforts with a fantastic flood of semen that traveled down directly into her stomach on the first few spurts, the heavy jets of nutslop shooting out viciously, Nagatoro weakly tried to shake her head to trigger some sort of sympathy, to no avail. Instead, the only form of kindness he showed was to pull back and bust the insides of her mouth full of sticky hot cum. Her eyes were turned back to her skull and Nagatoro’s tiny body would occasionally twitch every time he emptied a copious load into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge as she was essentially forced to swallow the vile tasting spunk to avoid drowning in it, some of it shooting from out of her nostrils as it was far too much to handle, especially for a virgin. 


“Ggrk!” 


Pleasant times never lasted long, alternating between stroking himself along the roof of her mouth and unloading jizz into her tongue and watching her swallow it, to pushing it all the way onto the back of her esophagus and feeding her it. Nagatoro started to see starts develop in her vision, mustering all of her strength that was left to push against his abdomen and muscle-bound legs, failing to make him budge an inch as she eventually allowed her arms to weakly drop to her sides, lazily breathing and allowing herself to be dragged up and down his rough, impending black cock until he was thoroughly finished his ejaculation.


“Damn, baby. You give a mean blowjob. I bet that little bitch Naoto would’ve lost his mind back there.” he chuckled sinisterly, showing signs of sadism as he repeatedly thought back to the obvious fact that Naoto most likely had a crush on this girl. Out of the others that he tried to protect, Nagatoro was the hardest one to make him crack.


“He’s done?… Is he finally done?… Ohhh, I want to go home. I’m full. He poured all of that gross stuff inside of my mouth.” thought Nagatoro, dazed and lacking swift responsiveness as she repeatedly coughed and gasped for air to recover. 


“E-Eh?… What are you doing?… Eek!~… It’s hard! It’s still hard!” complained Nagatoro, knowing what this meant. She heard that men would normally only be able to cum once before needing a break, this guy was different. At every step of the way he erased every impression she had of the male genitalia. He was unrealistic, a phenomenon. The reason she could tell was because it was laid bare and resting onto her stomach, the man leaned down enough for him to take a seat on top of her. Lining it up on the center of her toned belly, tapping her on the chin and pulling down on it as he exposed the foul sight of her cum glazed lips and white gooey dripping mouth, ropes of it hanging from her top set of teeth onto her tongue, cheeks, wherever it could attach to. He shut her lips with his fingers and forced her to swallow, a grimace on Nagatoro’s face as she obediently followed his every whim. 


“You see this, Nagatoro? This is how far I’m gonna reach inside of you.” 


The simple but explicit way he described it struck fear in her heart, Nagatoro glanced down towards her belly and saw just for far it would hypothetically reach. It didn’t look possible, none of this did, never had she known her throat could expand like that. 


“N-No way, that just can’t be!… No, no, no. We’re not doing this! That’ll break me! I can’t!” her terrified squeals must have intrigued him because the man squeezed out a final blast of sperm from his urethra and landed onto her stomach after rubbing on it, Nagatoro was too frightened to even react properly, recoiling slightly backwards from the temperature difference between her cold, shivering body in the nighttime bathroom and the large pool of black semen leaking onto her belly, dripping onto the floor. 


“Lick it up.” 


“W-What?!” 


“You’re going to waste it. A black cock slut like you has only one purpose, and that’s to suck up every drop of black cock cum I have. If you spill it onto the floor, you’re useless.” 


This was without a doubt the worst experience of her life. The hysterical laughing coming from above wasn’t nearly as disrespectful as what Nagatoro was doing now. The floor was dirty, unsanitary, and frankly not something anyone should ever make their tongue come in contact with. There wasn’t anything sexy about the thought of this at all, at least Nagatoro couldn’t figure out why he was making her do this. Reluctantly, swiped her open palms and dutifully over her stomach, ridding herself of the globes of cum that she wanted to prevent from foolishly letting slip off her naked body, wiping what landed onto her stomach and held it in her palms before drinking it up like thick soup. 


“I’m gonna puke!…” thought Nagatoro, managing to somehow prevent herself from hurling. Although, a part of her wish she didn’t. That way, the guy might be grossed out enough to ignore her. 


“Alright, you did well enough. Hahaha! This is hilarious. What an obedient little bitch you are, Nagatoro. It’s time that I properly thank you, by taking your virginity.” he snarled, pushing her over onto the floor, and handling her in place to make her sit on all fours. 


“W-Wait, no!!… Anything but that, please!… A condom… At least wear a condom!” 


“Oh? You’re fine with me fucking you if I’m wearing rubber! I see, so you’re totally a slut for black cock now, aren’t ya?” he taunted, laughing as he slapped the slightly wet folds of her vagina with it.


“That’s not what I meant!… Your big black cock is going to break me! I can’t take it! Definitely not! Never, never, never!” 


The sheer and utter horror in her voice wasn’t supposed to entice him, but it did, more than she’d hoped. It didn’t help that she subconsciously listened and referred to his penis as a big black cock. 


“Well… There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” 


“Don’t tell me-… Wait, we can talk about this, can’t we? I’ll use my mouth again, so-“ 


Nagatoro nearly bit her tongue from how aggressively her mouth clamped down after a lurching shove caused her entire being to fumble, it felt like her mind had momentarily left her body. The maidenhood that she had dearly protected throughout all of these years until one day she had hoped to give it to Senpai during one of their anniversaries after they started dating had become nothing but a shattered dream. Her impossibly tight folds were penetrated viciously and the trail of blood came seeping through only moments after her virginity had been claimed, Nagatoro’s jaw hung wide amidst her howling screams of pain. This bully was anything but gentle, he didn’t care that she was hurting, there was no way in hell that a virgin could possibly take the seven inches that he’d instantly pounded his way inside of her resistance. The skinny arms and legs that she used to hold herself upwards started to shake unreliable as it seemed like they would give out at any time, her head tilted down towards the floor and no longer showing the will to fight. 


“O-Ohhh… Senpai… I’m sorry!..” sobbed Nagatoro, covering her mouth with her left palm when she felt her voice slipping from her throat.


Ruthlessly, inch after black pillaging inch entered her bloody cunt as Nagatoro was suffering from a sharp, surging hot sensation running through her core. Already due to the unnatural stretching of her vagina’s natural tightness, her beautiful pink pussy lips were now red and sore, and her pale booty that was also tanned in the exposed areas of her body looked delicious as he watched the surprisingly plump cheeks jiggle as a result of his powerful thrusting. It would almost ricochet and bounce off of his hips as he gradually started to work a devastating rhythm that left Nagatoro in shambles. Biting her bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood as he didn’t want to give this guy the light of day to enjoy himself. Surely, if she were to somehow remain silent throughout this whole thing he would lose interest, right. Judging his character from first glance, that was the conclusion she arrived at. 


“What’s wrong, Nagatoro? Cat got your tongue?!” yelled the man, crushing her insides with his immense girth that grinded against the molten heat of her vaginal walls, turning up the heat by swinging his muscular arms all the way back and then releasing it like a whip, spanking Nagatoro’s soft buttcheek callously as she immediately yelped in pain as a result, combined with a flurry of thrusts with his pillar-like meat reaching all the way to her tiny little womb and slamming into it causing her cervix to shake, every inch of her insides coiling around him as Nagatoro’s eyes were welling with tears and she started to cry as her fuckable tight body was pulled into his driving hips at a tremendous pace. 


“I’m talking to you, bitch!” 


SPANK


Nagatoro’s naked rear was slapped so hard that it left the imprint of his hand visibly on her left cheek, an egregious sensation that felt like her heart was collapsing with guilt and her body didn’t feel like it belonged to herself. That long black hair of hers was used as nothing more than an accessory than to make herself look pretty as he yanked onto it and tugged her head backwards, massaging and fondling the supple flesh of her round rump as he humped her towards completion. He let his phone down to focus fully on plowing the tight submissive slut into an orgasmic mess, but picked it back up after releasing the grip of his fingers digging into her assmeat, now recording and documenting the entire ordeal. 


“Hey, tell me your name. Who is this beautiful tanned bitch then I’m fucking from the back right now?” 


“Nnngghh!~… Uugghhh!” 


“Sorry, she’s having some trouble speaking. Hey! Answer me, slut!” 


A pair of hammering thrusts combined with a swift spank to the cheek left Nagatoro shuddering as she was rocked back and forth. Slutty airy pops emanating from her clenching tunnels as the initial pain of her vaginal stretching and the rearrangement of her guts started to dissipate, being replaced by none other than unparalleled pleasure. It was incomprehensible, Nagatoro always heard that bigger was better, but cock size never mattered to her, now she started to understand why black cocks were fetishized. The earth-shattering orgasm came in waves that she couldn’t hold back, Nagatoro felt like she hated herself as her body didn’t listen to her demands, vibrating and unintentionally shaking her butt up and down while panting like a bitch in heat, grumbling incoherently as her essence gushed out of her creaming snatch, the camera held closely to capture the erotic sight.


“Ah, my bad. I didn’t mean to interrupt you when you were too busy nutting from my cock. You love it, don’t you? Tell the camera again what you told me earlier. What do you love, Nagatoro?”


“……”


The longer it took her to respond, the harder he would throw his rock hard body against her, Nagatoro felt like a little girl because of the gaping difference in size. Starting to get fucked like a rag doll as her divine pussy was turned into nothing but a slutty cocksleeve. 


“I-I luhv black COCK!” screamed Nagatoro, whimpering shortly after as she hissed through her teeth, the fourteen inches beginning to spear her entirely in a tantalizingly slow manner despite his bashing thrusts. 


“Mmm, yeah, you do. Repeat that.”


“I love black cock!”


“Now, tell your beloved Senpai about it.”


That was the last thing she wanted to hear. Senpai, hearing that word filled her with insufferable pain. How she wished for a fairy-tale ending where he would have swooped in and saved the day before it was too late. Even now, he was searching the school grounds, and retracing her steps home as they spoke, skeptical and worried for her safety. Nagatoro, despite the numerous climaxes coming out of her, could never bring herself to ever like this man. Giving him what he wanted was all she could do, and through incredible willpower, Nagatoro managed to utter the sinful words that would surely haunt her in the future.


“Senpai!~… Aahh!~.. Ahh!… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, but!-… It’s just like I said. I really really love black cock!… Ungghhh!!!… I’m a black cock slut! Getting fucked by a-…. A black cock!” stuttered Nagatoro, starting to become mindbroken as he laughed and then abruptly left her empty, the void making her soul feel empty as Nagatoro darted her head backwards in protest, perhaps her body started to take a liking to the drunken miasma of lust drugging her innocent mind. Somewhere deep down, there might have been some truth to her spiel there.


“That’s a good girl, Nagatoro. That’s right, you are a black cock slut.” 


What strength, she thought. Picked up from her arm alone, lifted high into the air before he lined himself up with her flooded pussy that was secreting thick vaginal cream that exploded all over his black engorgement when he reconnected their crotches. 


Nagatoro jumped at his words and vehemently denied it, but only in her head. Doubt started to creep in as she swayed back and forth, staring down towards their contrastingly proportioned bodies, her inflamed sex convulsing around his black pole of manmeat.


“Senpai‘s gonna have a tough time when he sees this.” he taunted, setting Nagatoro off as she gasped at the revelation that he has plans of showing him this.


“Pull out! Take it out of me! I don’t want it! No, no!!! I don’t want your big black coccckkkkk!!!” screamed Nagatoro as she threw a tantrum, pounding at bulging muscles of his back as he pinned her against the wall and fucked her into oblivion. Crying relentlessly as Nagatoro tried desperately to stifle the crippling pleasure but cumming uncontrollably as her sweet juices only served as heavier lubrication for his monstrous length to easily slide in and out of her spasming insides. Countless times already had Nagatoro peaked and reached the pinnacle of euphoria, the only issue was the person that the stupendous cock belonged to. She hated him, through and through, and especially that big black cock of his. She hated how good it felt, even if it was rape.


“God, settle down, will you?!” 


Tired of the beating his back was taking, although it was nothing compared to the pummeling Nagatoro was barely managing to survive, fucked within an inch to her life as he striked her across the face with an open palm to have her stop thrashing about and hitting him. Nagatoro couldn’t explain why, but she didn’t feel pain from being slapped, perhaps because both mentally, emotionally and physically there were other areas where the pain of being slapped was far exceeded. Nagatoro grunted as this time they swapped positions again, this time laid out on the cold floor, submitted and pinned into a mating press as her legs were dangling up in the air, maximizing penetration as there was only one viable reason why he would be doing this now of all times. An incessant throbbing could be felt within her insides, and Nagatoro went pale at the realization of what he planned to do. 


Panicking one last time, in an instant her entire vaginal cavity was filled to the brim, outstretched, gaping and completely dominated by the enormous black cock. The last stomach twisting thought that resides in her mind was her Senpai, thinking about him the entire time as Nagatoro’s eyes lazily shut halfway, her conqueror starting to pound harder and harder into her insides balls-deep, his dark pouch flopping against her white creamy ass, frequent feverish moans escaping her as Nagatoro’s body seemed to have a mind of his own as her legs wrapped around him in sexual contortion. 


“Ohh!~.. Oh!.. Ohh!.. Black cock.. Ohh!” nonsensically sputtered Nagatoro, on the verge of becoming mindbroken as her head was filled with unintelligible thoughts, now acting on sole instinct as she had already surpassed her limits. 


It was almost like her body instinctually craved his superior seed, implanting the impression in her mind that black cock was truly the best, and perhaps Nagatoro’s body thought the same after becoming attached to it from the vaginal orgasms that she couldn’t count on her own fingers. 


“I’m gonna knock you up. I wonder what Senpai’ll think when he finds out you’re carrying my baby? You’re gonna have a black baby, Nagatoro. You’ll be a good mom, won’t you?”


“A baby?… He’s gonna give me a black baby…” 


If Nagatoro wasn’t completely drained of energy from both a mental and physical standpoint, perhaps she would have been freaking out more. Instead, it was almost like she was left with no choice but to accept it. Her womb was certainly prepared as the erect, virile cockhead nudged against the nagging depths of her glorious cunt. Time seemed to slow down, and the experience was surreal. Nagatoro felt like she was being suffocated from his burly weight as he flattened her against the floor, his emphatic grunts turning into loud roars as the smashing of their crotches degraded into reckless animalism, their sweat glistened skin slapping together as Nagatoro’s nervous system bursted with unbearable pleasure, exploding over every inch of his impregnating engorgement as her tanned thighs shook vigorously and she reached a state of elation not thought possible. Getting breeded by black seed wasn’t supposed to be as enthralling as this, and Nagatoro’s full-bodied turbulent orgasm had her spasming and drooling from the lips as she let out sweet cries as her tiny white pussy squeezed onto his girth for all it was worth. 


“Get pregnant, bitch! Take it! Take all of that fucking nut!” 


“Nnnnnhoooooooo….” murmured Nagatoro, hiccuping when blasts of potent sperm fired off against the back of her womb, slamming against it and seeping into her sponge-like cervix as a delicious chill ran down her spine, strands of hair sticking out on her goosebump covered body, breath ragged and her head dizzied, eyes clouded with lust as her womanhood served its natural purpose of being used to bear a child. He left little doubt as after only a handful of spurts Nagatoro’s narrow cunt was overflowing with his vile cum, brimming with it as she squirted their mutual residue as her hips and pelvis rolled in the depths of passion. It was almost as if her mind was trying it’s hardest to defy him, sobbing uncontrollably as she averted his gaze, but her legs were pulling him towards her fertilized insides, completing the erotic ritual as they collided together with blistering speed. Nagatoro clawed at his back for some sort of relief, mouth agape with her tongue hanging out lewdly and a shell-shocked expression on her face, realizing there was no turning back, the sloppy creampie guaranteed pregnancy. 


“P-Pregnant… You made me pregnantttt!… A black baby… Black cock slut…” muttered Nagatoro, as if ashamed to even utter those words. She was in a dream-like state, or perhaps it was more accurate to describe it as a wishful nightmare. Either way, she felt terrible. 


“Bring me over to your house, is anybody home?” 


“H-Huh?!…” responded Nagatoro after a delayed ten seconds, still trying to recover on all fronts from the abuse. Wallowing in guilt from her involuntary betrayal of Senpai, revolted by the fact that she had just engaged in sexual intercourse with a man that she didn’t even know the name of. What was worst of all, however, was her crippled future as she was destined to become a mother of this child, the thought made her nearly puke combined with the feeling of seed swimming in her stomach when she pushed herself off the ground.


“I’m not done yet, I only came twice! It’s starting to get uncomfortable doing this in the washroom. Let’s find somewhere more cozy to get to know each other, eh?” 


“….”


“Y-You can’t be serious, right?!”


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Late at night…


Nagatoro reluctantly led him towards her house where they walked together with his hands planted on her asscheeks the entire journey. The moment they made it inside, he picked her up and flung her onto the nearest piece of furniture. Nagatoro pleaded for them to take a break because she could barely feel her legs, ultimately resulting in nothing as he bent her over and raped her tight asshole, stealing her anal virginity as she lied there limp, helpless and powerless, arched over against the couch in her own home, the self-fulfilling intercourse lasted forever. Nagatoro’s family chose the worst time to be out of the house on vacation, because their home became the nest for the bully’s and Nagatoro’s mating. 


Day in and day out, he raped her. Nagatoro has devolved into nothing but his human cumdumpster. Her salivating mouth, her sore butthole, her swollen pussy, everything was in his hands. Naoto tried frantically to call her cellphone but never received a response, it was as if she went missing to the outside world, only able to text her friends that she was “fine” so nobody would call the cops. The only time she felt relatively human was when she ate food, however she was only permitted to after being cussed out and ordered to cook for her new master. There was no such thing as privacy as they even bathed together, slept together, not a second went by where he wasn't mounting her body. Apart from that, they skipped school for the entire week, where the memory was hazy as she passed in and out of consciousness, nobody there to interrupt his bitch breaking and taming her into becoming his black cock slut not just in name but reality. 


Escaping his presence was an insurmountable task, no matter where in the house, the physical and sexual abuse followed her. Nagatoro could crawl up in a ball and cry, and he wouldn’t give a shit. Constantly shadowing her every step was the dark-skinned foreigner she wished she had never met. 


Until one day, with a tiny glimmer of hope, this long-tenured encounter would finally see an end. Trying to recuperate on the living room table she was laid out on, meanwhile her abuser was laughing and having the time of his life playing her video games, smashing all of the personal records left behind from both herself and Senpai’s. He was heartless, ruthless, finding pieces of artwork that Naoto had drawn of Nagatoro, tearing them apart while laughing. 


From Nagatoro’s perspective, the room was dark minus the dim light coming from the television as her vision started to fail her, a symptom developed from overexertion caused by the sheer amount of sex they were having, as her vision begun to take the plunge for the umpteenth time, she sees a figure crawl over her, chocolate skin, and a dark gargantuan member miraculously hard again, leaking pre-cum, belonging to a man that could only be described as wholly superior. Too tired to resist, and having already long passed the line of no return, Nagatoro accepted her fate as she was once again bred. Turning her head over to the side as she hated to look at his face when he cleaved at her beaten outstretched pussy, she happened to catch a glimpse at the calendar hanging over the wall, noticing how much time had passed, they’d been fucking for days, her body had far surpassed its physical limitations, fading from consciousness as she was knocked out, Nagatoro had without a doubt, been blacked.


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“Nagatoro hasn’t been at school for days… At least her friends tell me she’s doing fine, but they always have a weird look on their face saying that… What happened?” pondered Naoto, all of the phone calls that he mustered the courage to send we’re always left unanswered. 


He was persistent, Nagatoro meant so much to him that he couldn’t truly explain it in words. Was it admiration? Friendship? Love? Not even he was sure of it himself, but despite days on end passing by with no luck, he waited at the art room door patiently waiting for her to show up, and made a routine of checking out the school's swim meet to see if she was spending time at her club. Everything was so odd, something amiss, clearly out of place. He couldn’t explain it, but he was feeling melancholic, and it wasn’t just because he missed Nagatoro, there was some deeper meaning behind those feelings. 


Until one day, he saw her. Never getting his hopes up every time he would check, Senpai had finally found Nagatoro. His heart started to beat quickly, and a beaming smile formed on his face as he felt like jumping up in joy. That brief moment of unparalleled happiness came to a crashing halt when his eyes wandered slightly over, standing right next to her was the man that tormented his daily life since they met. This was the source of his fear, if Gamou and the others at least guaranteed her safety, then what were they acting so suspicious about. It was almost as if deep down, he knew this might be happening. The two people that impacted his daily life, the teasing angel sitting on his right shoulder was Nagatoro, and the intimidating devil sitting on his left was the humongous foreigner student, went missing for days. Coincidences don’t always happen, he inferred that there was probably a connection between the two. Naoto knew, instinctively, he was too smart not to notice, but he didn’t want to believe it. 


Nagatoro turned to look at the man that wrapped his big black hands around her slim waist, standing too far away for her words to be heard as Senpai’s shaky breath was a result of his heavy breathing. Trembling with fear at their suggestive behavior, there was no way this was happening, right? 


The beautiful, tiny Nagatoro’s tanned skin glistened dazzlingly with the water dripping off her tight, attractive figure. Seeing her in swimwear wasn’t something new, but he could never get used to it. Glancing away for a moment to not be caught ogling her body salaciously, until he noticed a significant change. It was the same type of swimsuit that she wore at school, but the color was different, it was black with a white trim on the outside. Everyone else was wearing blue, but she stood out because of this. Most people wouldn’t bat much of an eye at it, but there was something greater implied. Nagatoro’s heavy blush was so apparent that he could see it from a mile away. There were some girls nearby gossiping and whispering amongst themselves, as they were clearly sneaking peeks at Nagatoro. At the front of her top read the text in big white bold letters…. It was only one word, but it was a punch in the gut to read, and one that hurt even worse than any physical pain he ever endured despite the beatings. 


BLACKED


Nagatoro usually carried herself with a carefree playful attitude filled with joy and twisted humor, the way she was acting now was totally different. Quiet, submissive, following behind the big black man, who was also dressed in appropriate swim attire. Unfortunately, Naoto caught a glimpse of his clearly superior figure, it was the definition of masculine. A very dark complexion to his skin, one that stood out from the vast majority of the school's population. It complimented his bulging, almost rippling figure, that wasn’t disproportionate whatsoever as his muscles fit perfectly with the rest of his toned, chiseled body. Dimensions like that had the stud looking like some sort of Greek God, and what he immediately looked away after was the fact that his swim trunks could barely contain the black breeder packed behind his clothing. There was no comparison, physically it was like night and day, the complete polar opposites. 


Pretending that he had not seen them, and wanting to walk away to collect himself, Senpai tried to speed walk in the other direction. 


“Hey! It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Where are you running off to, bitch? Why don’t we have a talk, with little Miss Nagatoro with us? Meet us at the back of the school in ten minutes!” he shouted, with Senpai freezing in place when he was called.


“S-Senpai…” muttered Nagatoro to herself, a defeated expression on her face as she stared at the ground, incapable of making eye contact with him as she jumped up slightly when her left buttcheek was firmly grasped in his grip, spanking it for good measure before he continued to fondle her mesmerizing ass, grabbing it possessively. 


“A-Alright…” responded Senpai weakly, mindlessly without thinking of the reason why. Maybe he just wanted to see Nagatoro that badly, and unveil the truth once and for all.


Afterwards, they met behind the school building, dressed in their traditional uniforms. There was tension in the air that felt thick and heavy, weighing down their shoulders as neither Nagatoro nor Senpai could utter a word to each other. 


“Kick his ass for me, Nagatoro.”


He blurted out the order like there was nothing inherently wrong with it, like it was natural to ask somebody to do his bidding for him. Nagatoro looked at him, puzzled. 


“What do you?- Ouch!” yelped Nagatoro when her bum was spanked loudly, a resounding clap to her cheeks that shook vigorously from the contact. 


“You heard me loud and clear. Do it.” 


“I-Is this some sort of sick joke?… Nagatoro… Don’t listen to what this guy says!” urged Senpai, starting to well up with anger. 


“…..”


“I’m sorry, Senpai… If I don’t listen to him, he’ll-…” 


Nagatoro stopped her train of thought as if to prevent herself from imagining what cruel fate disobeying him would lead to. 


“I can tell from watching you move that you’re no slouch Nagatoro, a bean sprout like him, you could easily hurt him.”


He was a terrible guy, wicked to the very core. It was entertainment to him, laughing as he watched Nagatoro swing a kick that landed right onto Senpai’s stomach, he immediately crumbled to the ground afterwards, coughing in pain from the harsh impact. 


“That looks like fun, I’ll join in too!” he joked, starting to kick Naoto down while he was curled in a ball on the pavement, reminiscing about all of the dirty things he’d done with Nagatoro as the maiden in distress shielded her eyes and looked away as she bit her quivering lip, holding back her tears. The onslaught of kicks was devastating, total annihilation of her once friend and perhaps eventual lover, finishing the barrage with a kick that landed directly on the head as it jerked backwards, knocking him out cleanly as the bully cleaned the dirt off of his shoes with Senpai’s face, his vision blurry as his consciousness started to leave him. 


“Senpai!” 


He faintly heard Nagatoro cry as she ran over to his side, watching as she was punished for trying to come to his aid, receiving a swift slap to the face from the powerful black man that immediately stopped her by holding her in place. 


“N-Nagatoro…” muttered Naoto, trying to lift his head off the ground, but immediately faltering and unfortunately smacking the back of his head on the pavement again when he couldn’t lift himself completely. 


The last haunting view that he had before waking up to the hospital was one he wished he could erase from his memory. The burly black man that dwarfed the tiny little babe that was Nagatoro effortlessly lifted her high into the air like a fucktoy, planting a sloppy wet kiss on her lips as he carried her by the ass, his meaty fingers digging into the flesh that he pounded for days on end, remorselessly. His freakish bulge that resembled more like a tent in his trousers lined up perfectly with the girl’s asscrack, the girl who’s been utterly dominated and BLACKED. 


To be continued…







