Chapter 1 - Women's Day

 

Micaela couldn’t understand why people thought punk girls were always racist and right wing. It was pretty fucking weird. Each time she had gone to a leftist rally the people there were ready to attack her thinking she was some sort of Nazi, while plenty of magapedes would walk up to her starting to talk shit about minorities. 

Just the other day it had happened again. She went to some local event by herself, just stumbling into it as she came back from the gym, only to have some twenty-something white dipshit in a MAGA hat approach her and start stammering about how nice it was to see a beautiful girl like her be on the right. Did these dudes even think? 

Rather than get mad, Micaela played along. She tried to out-right him whenever he could, talking about how she wanted an ethnostate and to wipe out all minorities and nonbelievers, getting this wannabe-pubescent bitch with zits on his face to tell her that he wasn’t really an atheist, and that his Twitter was more of an inside joke. 

Micaela brushed the blue fringe out of her hair and sipped on her coffee. “I don’t think atheists should have any right to speak, really. I think we should lock up anyone that isn’t a real Christian. The Jews and Muslims too. Just gas them. Free speech is a stupid concept.” 

“Y-Y-Yeeeah!!” he said along, trying not to be too loud.

At this point Micaela wondered how far she could take it. He could see him glancing through his glasses at the half an inch of skin between her jeans and tank top. She caught him looking a couple at times and gave him syrupy smiles, then lifted her tank top while holding his gaze and caressed her toned abs playfully. “I really like you, you know. You seem like such an open-minded and free-fighter kind of guy guy.” 

“T-Thanks...” 

“Can I ask you a question, John?” 

“James…” he corrected in a low, almost apologetic voice.

“Right. James. My bad. James, can I be completely, unabashedly honest with you? I know I’ve just met you, but you seem like such a solid guy that I feel I can trust you. Like we have a special connection.”

“Definitely,” he said, his thirst palpable. The little bitch was almost trembling.

“Well, uh… John, I really, really, really hate niggers. Like, almost to an unfathomable level. I’m pretty sure KKK members would see me as an extremist. A fucking radical nigger-hater, John, do you feel me?”

“I…” He was at a loss for words. Scared. Terrified. This dumbass probably wasn’t really that racist either, just awfully stupid. “I… I guess so. I mean you’re free to think that, I think. It’s America. I don’t know.” His eyes focused and unfocused. “B-But I agree,” he quickly added with a trembling voice.

“Good. But you know, I have a real problem,” said Micaela, all hush-hush. James got in closer, close enough to feel her hot breath on his skin and blowing into his ear as she whispered: “I really want to get fucked by niggers.” 

Micaela drew back and watched his reaction. So many conflicting emotions. Such uncertainty. He had no idea what to say and what to do. “I… I… I’m sorry. That. That must be difficult for you.”

“It really is. I’m glad you understand, John.” 

“James…” 

“James. Right, I’m sorry, I just have johns stuck in my head.” She bit her lip and giggled darkly. “Anyway, I should be going home. It was nice to meet you.”

She turned to walk away when she heard him cry out. “W-Wait! Could I see you again?” 

That was all she needed. Confirmed a bitch. 

Micaela let him message her constantly for the next few days, ending on the fifth by setting up a date in the middle of nowhere and not showing up. She called him two hours later to find out that he was still there, waiting. “I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she said, trying to sound sad, but grinning wildly in real life. “Something came up.” The black dildo next to her on the bed still shimmered with her juices, while the BLACKED video played on her screen in crisp 2160p. Why am I not in one of these? 

On Friday, she decided to see him for real and dressed up accordingly. She put on a crop top that showed her abs and let her pierced nipples nudge through clearly. Really, it was some vintage Iron Maiden shirt she ripped up after having picked it up for a couple of bucks, but it served her well. She also slipped into a pair of yoga pants, one so undersized that they left the upper part of her juicy dimpled PAWG butt exposed along with her whaletail, the shitty Made-in-China fabric stretching to the point of transparency over her crazy round cheeks. 

Not to mention that she went with the pair of Converses she grabbed from that uppity bitch at the gym, because fuck her for commenting about the way Caela deadlifted - plus, the insipid tramp stamp she kept showing off. Ugh. Cunt. The shoes were a little big, but just bumping into her would make putting up with them worthwhile.

Magapede James, born-again Christian of the Micaelian denomination, waited for her in front of restaurant dressed in a clean blazer that wasn’t fooling no one, with what looked like Mommy’s makeup covering up those awful zits on his cheeks. He had shiny gift bag in one hand and a wildly expensive bouquet in another. You dumb motherfucker. 

Micaela almost felt bad for him. Almost. 

“I see someone thinks the world of you,” she said instead of greeting him, jerking her chin at the presents.

“These? Oh, no, no, no, these are for you! It’s the 8th of March. Women’s Day!” 

Micaela’s brow furrowed. “Seriously?” Had she known, she wouldn’t have planned anything. Going out on the 8th of March seemed desperate and normie, as if she went out of her way to beg for some kind of special attention. “I legitimately didn’t know.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“Can you hold those for me until I get home?” 

As he held them out expectantly, his mood suddenly fell and he drew them back. He forced a smile. “Sure…” 

After a shitty dinner that he paid for, Micaela asked him whether or not he wanted to go to a club. “Though maybe we should stop by my place first,” she said. “Drop those off.”

The gift that he had bought for her was a little golden bracelet. Micaela put it on before leaving home, and headed to the club together with James. Naturally, she told the cab driver to take them to the most ghetto place in town she could think of. 

As soon as they got out, James noticed the gang of buff black guys standing by the entrance next to some pimped-out cars while some hip-hop tunes blared from within the derelict building. “Are you sure this is safe?...” 

“Sure thing.”

A few of the guys Micaela recognized from the gym and shook hands with them. The guys grinned at her and reached behind with their other hand to get a feel for her ass. She giggled as they squeezed it and slapped it around, knowing that the little white cuck was watching the whole time. 

“Well, boys, excuse me. I’m going to show my boyfriend inside.” 

The black guys couldn’t help but laugh as James passed by them, looking like some lost teenager about to have a nightmare experience. He followed Micaela into the depths of the club, clearly perturbed by what he saw. White boys didn’t belong in a place like this, and there sure as hell wasn’t another one. But there were plenty of white girls around, some of them teens, others looking plain underage, dancing provocatively with black men three times their size and grinding their little bubble butts against their BBCs. 

“What do you think?” 

He hesitated. “I don’t know yet. I thought you hated stuff like this.”

“Well, you remember what I told you, right?”

“Yeah..” 

They sat down at one of the tables and ordered some drinks. Micaela wondered if this poor sap had ever been drunk before. She somewhat doubted it. It didn’t take long until the first black guy came to the table asking her to dance, but Micaela shooed him away. He was a skinny-ass nigger and despite the dark she could swear he was missing some teeth. Raggedy motherfucker, too. No, what she wanted was a black man with arms thicker than her waist and a BBC appropriately-sized to scar this magapede for life. To bring him around.

As it happened, the man of her dreams walked in just around that time. Though Micaela was no gossiping bitch, she did hear enough stuff at the gym about what happened around town to know who the big shots were. And this guy - Pete Jacobs - had been recently released from prison. He was massive, with a bald head and a grey beard, dressed in purple suit hemmed with gold. An old-school guy, out of touch - but still too big for anyone to fuck with. 

Micaela got wet just from looking at him, and wondered if she stood a chance. With all ripe young white pussy around, a skank like her might not have ranked first in the estimations of a guy like that. Though she had one secret weapon…

“Hey!” she cried out to James over the music, snapping her fingers. “You see that big black guy over there?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

“I need you to do something for me…” 

Micaela watched him go, brave little trooper that he was. At first, Pete and the rest of his guys looked at James with confusion. Then she watched as her new boyfriend was trying to convey to Pete with a smiling face that he needed a black man to fuck his white girlfriend.

So humiliating. So belittling. And yet he did it anyway. Weak bitch. 

James came back accompanied by Pete, who sat down next to Micaela. “Well, hello there, little lady,” he said with a grin. “Your boyfriend here tells me you’re in need of some help.” 

“I kind of am, yeah. I want you to fuck me with your big nigger cock. Show my boyfriend why white boys just can’t compare.” 

Pete black fingers came up to her blue fringe and he suddenly yanked her head back violently. “You’re a bad bitch, aren’t you?” He laughed grimly, then cleared his throat and spit on her face. “Little white slut.” 

Micaela grinned. “That’s me.” 

At this point her little magapede looked ready to cry and flee. She wasn’t sure if he had understood that she was fucking with him from the start, or if he had been gullible enough to fall in love with her or something over the course of a few days. 

“Well, let’s go.” Pete got up, then grabbed her and threw her over the shoulder, beckoning James to follow. 

As they went down the corridor that led out of the club, Pete said, “Tell me, son, how did you get mixed up with this crazy whore?” 

Micaela tried to glance up at her bitch as the old black stud carried her hanging from his back. The little magapede was crying. Sniffling from his red nose. Awww, poor little faggot ❤︎ !

“White whores like this one only know one thing, kid, and that’s black dick.” 

Micaela tittered. “You got that right.” 

They went down the block, around the corner, into a staircase, up three flights of stairs, and into a place whose door wasn’t locked and probably didn’t lock. Classy, thought Micaela. 

Pete dropped her on a stained mattress on the floor. It was about the only thing in the room apart from a TV with antennas that looked straight out of a black and white movie. “Holy shit, did we travel back in time?” 

“You shut up, slut,” snapped Pete. He went and got a folding chair from another room, then set it up for James. “Sit down.” The little white bitch did as told, slumping in the chair and crying as he gazed at Micaela. 

All she could do was laugh. Pete attempted to kick at her but she grabbed his leg and nearly brought him down. “Not so fast, nigger! You can’t do shit to me until you fuck me good and proper.” 

“Oh, I’m about to, you white piece of shit. Don’t you worry.” 

He took of his suit and put it on a hanger in the corner. The white shirt underneath was so tight on him that the buttons seemed ready to burst. Pete took it off slowly, revealing a torso as insanely defined as it was monstrously huge. His pecs were bursting from his chest, while thick veins throbbed across his arms. There were tattoos all over too, most of them faded, while a couple of places were scarred by whatever the fuck they did to him in jail.

Micaela found the white bitch’s eyes. “You see, that’s what a real man looks like shut.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Pete barked again, his eyes bulging with fury. He folded his shirt and placed it next to the bed. Then he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down, not having worn anything else with them. 

Micaela closed her eyes and smiled. “Bingo.” 

His grizzled BBC came down almost to the length of his knees, with a weighty ballsack swinging behind them. “Come here, bitch.” 

That really was a title better fitting for her “boyfriend.” But Micaela crawled eagerly towards his gigantic cock, taking it in her hand before he even asked, running her the tips of her white fingers over every bump and rise, tracing every vein. She pushed back the foreskin and noticed the first drop of cum emerging from the head, glimmering like a diamond in the gloom of the night. 

Micaela licked it up, a shiver passing through her body as black seed entered her system again. Sweeter than any other drug known to man. She put her arm next to his BBC for comparison, cackling wildly at how fragile and toylike it seemed by comparison, then immediately went for his balls as his majestic cock rested on her head. 

“Oh, yeah, you white slut... Just like that…” 

Micaela took a whiff of that crazy nigger musk that emanated from his sixty-year-old nuts and thought she was going crazy. They smelled so fucking good and nasty. She licked right under his balls, tasting his sweat and filth, smiling as she brought her kissing lips up and widened stretched them wide to suck his balls inside her mouth.

“Oh shit,” cried Pete, trying to hold his balance. “You’re sure fucking good at this.”

“Mmmhmmm.” She sucked on his huge nuts like jawbreakers, running her little tongue over the wrinkled skin of his sack as it rested in her mouth. “That good, master?” she said in a muffled tone. 

“You see,” said the old black thug, addressing James, “nothing compares to a white bitch like this. Nothing. This is what they were made for.” 

She couldn’t take it anymore. She released his sloppy balls and got behind him, stroking his BBC with one hand and stretching his hairy ass with the other. She buried her face in his ass, letting its godawful stench pass into her nostrils, rushing her tongue repeatedly between the crack so she could taste it all the better. 

“That’s right, you nasty whore, eat that black ass! Do it!” 

Micaela found the cuck’s soul-crushed eyes. She whipped her fringe back around with a head toss and grinned, then winked at him before pushing her tongue down Pete’s asshole. As she ate him out, she kept her eyes on the white boy, making sure she never broke eye contact. There was nothing that got to them more than seeing a girl they loved eating a nigger’s ass.

Pete reached back and shoved her harder into his ass, rubbing it hard against her face. Micaela buried her tongue even deeper into him in response, scraping up his shit with pleasure, knowing that this was what white girls were made for. To serve niggers as slaves and worship them in every way possible. She could feel his BBC pulsing between her hands, dangerously close to coming.

“Fuck me! ❤︎ Please, master! Please!” she begged him.

Pete manhandled her back to the mattress and got behind her and brought her ass up. He tore apart her leggings with ease and slapped her fat white ass hard, marking it as his while the dumb white cuck continued to watch. 

Micaela held his teary eyes as the nigger shoved her face down into the mattress and teased himself by sandwiching his dick between her plushy asscheeks. But then he stretched them wide and gave himself a slight lift, thrusting his BBC right into her tight little butt without any warning.

“Fuck!” cried Micaela, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. “That feels so fucking good ❤︎.” 

Pete smacked her hard enough to make her whole head ring, then choked her. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid cunt.” 

“Yes sir.” 

He hit her again, even harder this time, and shoved his rough and hairy fingers into her mouth. “I told you to shut your mouth, you dumb white cunt. This is the only way to treat these whores,” he said, addressing the cuck, “they only understand pain.”

Pain? Oh, no, no, no… This was heaven. Micaela couldn’t think of a better way to spend Women’s Day than to get her asshole drilled by a tough old nigger like this. He must’ve spent decades in prison, just waiting to come out and release that pent-up rage on someone. 

Thank the heavens that it’s me ❤︎. 

Micaela laughed at the ridiculousness of her addiction and at the inconsolable state of the poor white cuck, sucking on her nigger master’s fingers as he raped her tiny little asshole. She could feel that throbbing BBC stretching her out to the limit, making the warm walls of her butt wrap around his dark cock like a proper cocksleeve. That’s what white girls were, after all ❤︎. 

Seeing the cuck cry so hard only made it so much sweeter. As if his tears came down to lubricate her ass. She howled as the strong nigger made her come, biting hard on his fingers, her whole body tearing apart from the pressure of his BBC going that deep inside her, her ears ringing and face burning from the constant hits that he delivered on her. 

Fuck…

When she came back to Micaela realized she had gone dark for a few seconds. Jesus fucking Christ. She couldn’t remember the last time she came so well. Her asshole still gaped even with him out, the hot seed pouring down to her wet pussy as the chill air entered and sent shivers down her spine. She spasmed with pleasure and laughed.

Pete raised her up without warning and held her by the throat effortlessly. “Time to go, whore.” 

He set her down and she nearly tripped, giggling with each spasm that hit her body, unable to believe how hard she had gotten fucked. Truly used as a fucktoy. What an amazing day! 

She wanted to get the cuck and torture him some more, but Pete stepped between them. He let his dripping cock swing before the white boy’s terrified face. “Clean me up,” he ordered.

“W-W-What?” stammered James. 

“Clean me up, boy. With your mouth. Go on.” 

He looked for help from Micaela, but she only blew him a kiss and winked. “Have fun, you two!” She left, having no doubt in her mind that he would be just another BBC-addicted slut by the end of the night, on HTR and ready to serve by the end of the week. 

Micaela went down, black seed still dripping out of her, her ripped pants showing her ass off to any nigger in the area. And why not? The night was still young. 

