
[13:21] The Stag: -Wam-
[13:21] The Stag: Pounced at with that superior masculine dick all up over it.
[13:21] Cam-Slut Gaz: Well then, any final details to discuss before I jump us into the scene?
[13:21] Cam-Slut Gaz: The basics I tend to go over are as follows
[13:22] Cam-Slut Gaz: Inverted nipples y/n, Creative Liberty with Breeding y/n, and cock-size, but I'm game to answer most any question!
[13:23] The Stag: So, Inverted nipples. I love 'em both ways. Creative liberty with breeding? We can talk about that. And, cock-size. Well, what's your upper limit?
[13:23] Cam-Slut Gaz: Reshape her womb into a makeshift condom and fuck her tits while you fuck her type length is probably my upper limit.
[13:24] Cam-Slut Gaz: As far as numbers, probably in the 2 foot range give or take a few inches, and 4 inches wide
[13:25] The Stag: Then that's what I'll go with. A solid two and a half feet. Four inches solid. Enough that she can wrap those fat white tits around her bulging belly to titty fuck her new black god while she's screaming in mindless bliss.
[13:25] Cam-Slut Gaz: Excellent! Now, as far as Creative Liberty with breeding goes...
[13:26] Cam-Slut Gaz: What've you got in mind?
[13:27] The Stag: Well, I tend to enjoy the nice, detail, and filling approach. With the idea that he's so potent, so virile, that he is able to completely rewrite the genetics of her womb so that she's only going to be able to be bred by his black pylon of superior monster cock. That her womb will be flooded, and packed to the brim. If you meant, how many and how quickly? I tend to like a more normal time frame of nine months, looking knocked up the entire time. Maybe with triplets.
[13:28] Cam-Slut Gaz: Ohhhh, gotcha gotcha
[13:28] Cam-Slut Gaz: As far as creative liberty with breeding, I just mean that how I'm going to have Gaz react in a bodily perspective may differ.
[13:29] Cam-Slut Gaz: Things I've done in the past include lactation, slight breast/hip growth, permanent mind-break, forced to go into a pseudo-'heat' intermittently for the rest of her fertile life, perma-bred, marks of confirmation, etc.
[13:29] Cam-Slut Gaz: The problem being that I don't know what's going to feel hot to me in the moment that it happens, so if you're okay with those things, it could be any or all of them.
[13:30] The Stag: Oh, I like the sounds of those! Marks of confirmation, how would that work? I'm happy to include any of those though!
[13:30] Cam-Slut Gaz: Yeah, I'm not an accelerated breeding type either, so full 9 months.
[13:31] The Stag: Makes for a great ability to show off to all those inferior boyfriends.
[13:31] Cam-Slut Gaz: Marks of confirmation could be a lot of things, maybe a brand appearing on her tits or her womb, maybe her nipples becoming inverted/uninverting, I will naturally steer away from the gross stuff though. Not realistic at all mind you, but fun at times.
[13:32] The Stag: Sounds fantastic. Darkening nipples sounds like a lot of fun. Gaz deserves a nice, forced, hot breeding. I'm sure she'll love being married to this old thugs dick in no time.
[13:34] The Stag: I'm pretty happy with those ideas. Sounds like we have a good concept going on here for the poor cam-sluts soon to be massive breeding.
[13:35] Cam-Slut Gaz: Sounds good to me! Assuming you're fine with the scenario I proposed earlier, I'm good to jump us right in!
[13:35] Cam-Slut Gaz: Any final questions, comments, requests?
[13:36] The Stag: Only request. Be as condescending to your boyfriend as you can. I love a good verbal bitch. Maybe that's what she was doing with this cam show and her black dildo. Only to wind up forced in to the real thing.
[13:40] Cam-Slut Gaz: Gotcha, will he be in the apartment tied up, or is he just going to be watching the stream?
[13:40] The Stag: Hmmm. Watching the stream. Obviously she told him she would do a special stream for him, but made it a live stream to cuck him.
[13:41] Cam-Slut Gaz: Also, best way to get some slut-worship from me in-play is to prompt it.
[13:41] The Stag: What a cam-slut!
[13:41] Cam-Slut Gaz: So if you throw in a 'Who owns this cunt' or 'Who does your womb belong to, etc. that'll do the trick!
[13:41] Cam-Slut Gaz: I mean, it wasn't intentional on her part~
[13:41] Cam-Slut Gaz: Just happened to end up that way by divine appointment!
[13:42] The Stag: Oh, no, not intentional. =p
[13:42] The Stag: Just perfectly coincidental!
[13:42] Cam-Slut Gaz: One of the most fertile women on the plant couldn't help but be found, snatched up, and fuckslammed into quivering perma-turnt oblivion.
[13:42] Cam-Slut Gaz: The universe's way of maintaining balance.
[13:43] The Stag: A race traitor bred to the extreme on some huge old black thugs massive dick. Forced to worship his spasming monster hung nigger dick right in front of her crowd of fans, and worthless wimpy boyfriend.
[13:43] Cam-Slut Gaz: And one last thing, since everyone has a favorite: She'll start off calling him a thug, savage, brute, or even a nigger if you're into that, but what do you prefer post-breaking?
[13:43] Cam-Slut Gaz: Daddy? Sir? Mr. (insert name here?)? Master?
[13:44] The Stag: Daddy, and Nigger are the two he'll want to hear the most when she's talking to him. "Daddy" When talking about him, or worshiping him it would either be 'nigger' or 'Nigger daddy'
[13:46] Cam-Slut Gaz: Gotcha~ Jumping in now! I wing post length for openers, and adjust up and down as I see fit, so just a heads up!
[13:46] The Stag: Same here. Takes me a few posts to get really in to it!
[13:58] Cam-Slut Gaz hadn't been at the cam-slut business for long, but suffice to say she was nothing short of a natural at it. It wasn't that she was particularly charismatic, entertaining, or interactive, as much it was the fact that her born rape-bait body was about as enticingly fapworthy as could be. She'd stumbled into the business almost as if fated to be its next star, after one of her twitch streams had been uploaded to a popular camshow aggregator, the entirety of which consisted of her wearing a tank top and staring at her monitor, occasionally adjusting the straps when it started to slip down her shoulders and bear a little bit more cleavage than she deemed tolerable.

"Today's a special anniversary stream guys. So you're in for a bit of a treat." She clambered onto the bed, already starting to strip off her knee-highs and shorts as she moved everything into position. This was a great deal more elaborate than she was accustomed to, but her boyfriend Anthony had specifically requested it, and while she typically loathed effort for effort's sake, she could spare some for her longtime sweetheart. Off came the tank top, lifting those pale, porcelain milkjugs up before loosing them to thump softly against her ribcage. Now, though, came the difficult part.

"Thanks for the donation. What? Oh no, no, of course it's fine. Don't worry about the size, it's like average at worst. Trust me, this dildo is huge. I'd be more worried if you were bigger." It'd taken her a lot of practice to get this down; her pre-show rehearsals of thsi particular stunt had more often ended in disaster than she cared to admit, but she liked to imagine that she'd gotten it down by now. First the blindfolds, double-folded silk tightened around her head. Now the hands, a bit more of a challenge; as it turned out, tying oneself up was somewhat more intricate than she'd initially imagined.

"I hope you enjoy this one honey, I'm only doing this for you. You've got control of the dildo for eight minutes out of every ten, top donator gets the remaining two. Stream will stay up until I can't feel my legs, or 3 AM, whichever comes first. Now, to get into position..." It may have been a bit awkward, but all of that practice had served her well. Deftly she wiggled into place, knees splayed until the cool of that impressively girthy dildo ground up against the plump swell of her labia. Thankfully, she was already wet, otherwise this may have been a bit of a difficult start.

"Alright, whenever you're read-eep!" Slow to start, the whirring of the machine prodded then steadily pressed that thick tip against her slick opening, moving gingerly, tenderly, a sure sign that Anthony was indeed on the controls for now. 8 minutes would be plenty of time for him to warm her up, and then the donators could go wild without fear of separating her pelvis. What could go wrong?
[13:59] Cam-Slut Gaz: (And we're off! Let me know if that doesn't work for ya!)
[13:59] The Stag: (Looks fantastic, and a bit intimidating. Heh. I shouldn't have too much trouble keeping up with that though after a couple posts.)
[14:00] Cam-Slut Gaz: (All good, it was a bit more substantial than I'd intended honestly, but I wanted to fill out the backstory.)
[14:00] The Stag: (Love it, now I'll read it, and get ready to make my own post!)
[14:12] The Stag: It had been a request of his for the longest time to get her to do a cam show that he could have actual participation in. Oh, he didn't want to be on the camera himself, obviously, but he wanted to do something that would make it clear that he was the one that she loved... and the fact she had agreed to do this for him was a testament to that. "Alright, Gaz, make sure to show off that pretty face of yours for the camera!" His tone was sweet, not demanding, almost as if he were simply reminding her to smile for her viewers. And even as she got down, legs splayed out that dildo began to move. Every veiny black inch of that rubber cock was being ground in to her, quickly filling her depths as he allowed the machine to begin taking his sweet loves dignity on camera.

Though it was the crowd that seemed to be enjoying this more. Texts coming in across the screen going unnoticed by her blindfolded face, lewd comments about 'that thick breasted whore' or 'what a fucking slut' alongside donations that proved that they enjoyed every moment of it. Every minute that passed, another five dollars, ten dollars, even twenty dollars entered the donation pool for the chance to get to control the dildo next, hoping to be the one to churn her insides up enough to cause her to melt in place. Though Anthony seemed more than happy to use every second of it with those jerky quick thrusts planting it inside of her, only to whip it right back out. "You're looking great, love!" He said this, an obvious arousal in his voice.

Though even as that Cam-Show was going on upstairs of the apartment, little did any of them know that down stairs the door was being pushed open. A mountain of a man was forcing his way in through the living room, a potent bestial black thug, old enough to have been the girls father with ease already looking over the small home and beginning to access the place for what he would be ready to take. Every rock hard muscle, pulsing with power as he walked through the walkway, his tight white wifebeater and loose pants hanging on his sweat streaked dark muscle as if trying to hide the impossible power beneath it... and the swinging, ungodly bulge that was bouncing off of his thigh with every step he took up the steps.

When eight minutes had passed, it was the time for the highest donator to get their turn, fifty dollars had pinged across their screen and they were able to talk now. "Oh man, this is fucking hot, look at those tits! Wow. Your boyfriend must be a fool, letting you show off like this!" And it continued, slower, jerky thrusts of that machine as it pressed in to her cunt, digging in to her with those rolling, gyrating black rubber inches pushing her walls apart more than her boyfriend's pittiful white dick had ever done.
[14:26] Cam-Slut Gaz may have been somewhat apprehensive about this idea at first, but as time went on, as the donation pool grew, and as that thick length slowly grew slick and glistening, she had to say that she was starting to get on board. Oh she'd tried to moved of course, tried to instinctively bring those dainty little fingers up to stroke over that still-hooded slut-switch of her clit, to grope and massage at those softly heaving melons that pitched to and fro with each rise of her ribcage, but she was securely bound, able only to twist about on the bed in simmering delight. Anthony would be coming at the end of the night to untie her and have some 'celebratory fun', but until she herself shut off the stream, their chosen signal that it was time to come undo the handkerchief around her wrists, she wasn't going anywhere. After all, it wasn't as if any of the viewers actually knew where she lived, so she'd no worries about any unusual interruptions or intrusions.

"Y'know you can go a little bit harder than that Anthony. I'm nice and warmed up and wet now, so if you feel like getting a bit wild with those controls, we can really put on a bit of a show." She took every opportunity to fluff up his confidence a bit. He was a sweet boy, cute to be sure, and a real charmer, but not the most self-assured, certainly not the boldest particularly, she'd noticed, in the bedroom. So what if he was a bit on the small side, it wasn't, like, microscopic, or anything like that. Granted, she had to admit that she did have a certain appreciation for the stretching she was getting now, and at her prompting that dildo started to pump just the slightest bit faster, just a tad bit deeper. It was a bit meeker of a response than she would have hoped for after her prompting, but it was a start, good enough considering it was only the first ten minute cycle of the evening.

Blissfully unaware of what was transpiring downstairs, eight minutes passed amidst a steady symphony of sighs and gasps, low groans as that length occasionally drove in deep to really give her the plunging her body had never experienced, but so often craved. Six inches! Three quarters of that dildo, and an inch or two deeper than Anthony could manage even with his best efforts. "Mm..fuck.. Ah, that hits the spot~ Now you're getting the hang of it~"

It'd taken the entirety of the eight minutes, but she'd finally succeeded in getting something out of her boyfriend, and in record time no less. At this rate he'd be machine-fucking her like a beast in no time flat, to say nothing of the reward she intended to give him when he came over later that night. There was no time for contemplation though, as the top donator took the wheels, a soft tone playing on her computer as if to signal the change of hands. "Alright, do your worst. I'm all ready for ya~ Let's see what you've go-ahn~!" Motherfucker didn't even give her time to finish, the choppy controls already beginning to drag back and forth, just as deep if not a bit deeper than Anthony had reached, quick, sudden changes of direction tugging softly at her snug and clinging walls as those synthetic veins raked over her inner pleats. "Oh-ah! Agh-fuck~! Hah...oh God~!" She wasn't shy about her voice, Anthony had never seemed to mind it, and besides, it's not like anyone other than her audience could hear her...right?
[14:37] The Stag: The fact that she had told him to get a bit more rough, a bit more forceful... oh he got rough alright! At least as rough as he thought he could at that moment. The controls having grown more firm under the last few minutes of his power over them than they had been when he had started. But it was the next person who had come up that had taken more than a bit more forceful initiative over the machine, using it to piston that dildo deep in to her, harder than her boyfriend had been able to do. The quick, jerky thrusting of the machine now pressing so deep that it was starting to truly stretch her out, the head of that big, black dildo even hitting against the very wall of her cervix as if giving it a rather gentle kiss.

Her boyfriend couldn't say a thing as he watched on, listening to her moan, and whine. He loved it, he had always loved listening to her lewd sounds of pleasure. And it was during those few moments of free time that he had begun to stroke his own small shaft. The thing twitching in his hand as he watched her soft body bouncing, rolling, the thought of what they would do when this was finished raging through his mind. But he couldn't say a thing, not yet as he watched the door to her room starting to open. Or the massive figure that had stood in the door way when the door finally swung clear.

Only a moment before that though that bestial man, that dark, handsome old thug had heard the moans upstairs. He smirked shaking his head. "Well damn, sounds like some one having some real fuckin fun." His voice low and heavy as he began to push his way to the door. It wouldn't hurt for him to see just what was going on, after all, just because he had every intention on robbing the place didn't mean he couldn't admire a good fucking. Though when the door swung open in front of him, revealing the powerful form of that mountain of black Adonis he didn't see a pair in the throes as much as one thick breasted white bitch bound on the bed with a machine slowly pumping her full of that thick black rubber cock.

"Well fuck, what is this?" His voice growled out, as he moved over to the bed, his eyes flowing over her for a long moment, his cock already starting to slowly throb to life under the cover of those loose pants... the bulge of it already stretching outwards as the hot scent of his masculine need began to waft through the room from his heavy godlike loins. "You got this fuck machine set up just for me? Damn, girl, I didn't know you was expecting me to show up like this. All tied up like a fucking present."
[14:48] Cam-Slut Gaz There was some part of her, some not-so-small part, that wished that Anthony would have a sexual awakening of sorts with the proper prompting, the proper stimulation, and just a touch of motivation. Indeed, it was even one of the reason's she'd even gotten into the whole cam-slut deal in the first place! Oh she'd had her misgivings about the whole situation: sure the money was good and the work wasn't particularly difficult, but there was always the possibility of a mercurial fan-base, videos being shared with people she knew, and things like that. It wasn't until Anthony had so eagerly expressed interest in her shows, and an appreciation for what went on in them, that she'd been fully sold on this somewhat 'alternative' career-path. Perhaps, she'd thought to herself in those moments, Anthony just need the proper outlet through which he could 'discover' his sex-drive and explore it in full, and who better to provide that outlet than his loving girlfriend!

It really wasn't a terribly huge jump was it? Of course he would never have the size, the stamina of a literal fuck-machine with a big black dildo screwed onto the end, but it wasn't like she expected it either. After all, this was a comically huge cock, an inconceivably large specimen of fantasy-fuel that no woman outside of the porn industry even really considered in their search for partners. He just had to be a little bit more forceful and less hesitant, like this stranger was so aptly demonstrating even with the clumsy controls of a chat-based remote signal. Oh she couldn't wait, pretty soon the two minutes would be up, and Anthony would be back at the helm; surely he'd be raring to go after seeing her writhe and twist on the bed like this!

Her throat clenched mid-moan as a voice rang out: that piercing, heavy bass seeming to ram its way through to the core of her body by its raw and tangible weight. She froze, her body all but still in that moment save for the heaving of her fat, porcelain slut-udders waying to and fro with each breath. That voice had come loud and clear from inside of this room, not the chat, not from out on the street below, or the television downstairs, but someone standing, from the sound of it, right above her. "Wh-wha? Who...who's there!" Panic filled her voice in an instant, a soft whimper spilling past her lips as the nimrod at the helm of that dildo continued to thrust away despite her obvious predicament.

She couldn't have realized her mistake, but every breath was only sealing her fate further. Her eyes couldn't see it, her mind couldn't understand it, but her body was getting the hint, the thick and tangibly enveloping heat that wafted off of his body settling over her skin in a prickling heat, sliding down her throat in thick, smothering plumes that raised a flush against her pale skin, and a needy twist rumbling up her spine. "S-someone help! C-call the police Anthony!" There was no way she could get out of her binds herself even calm, but panicked and unfocused as she was, it was nothing short of impossible. Whoever this man was, whatever sinister intentions he had for her, she was helpless before him.
[15:00] The Stag: It was impossible for anyone to call the cops for her, they had no idea where she lived in the first place! Let alone the fact that it seemed the person in control of the machine at the moment seemed to think this must have all been part of the show, and only continued to allow the rubber cock to continue gyrating, and thrusting deep in to her tightly clenched mound like it were the perfect home for that 'comically oversized' toy. Though Anthony couldn't do a thing to stop what was about to happen... he had left his phone in the car, and his friend had borrowed it an hour ago to drive all the way in to town. He'd be stuck out in the middle of his small country home without any way to call for help to stop this indomitable brute.

"Fuck, bitch. You're going to call me daddy, that's who." His deep bass voice rolled from his chest, the growling tone coming out as his hand suddenly SMASHED the palm right against her thick ass even as the dildo continued it's rather rapid twitchy thrusts. "Shit, I didn't expect to find some fat tit white cow sitting all tied up like this. But I sure am going to enjoy getting to know you." His fingers, each one so thick, so hot, so powerful seemed to clasp deeply in to her soft bubbly fleshy ass. All the while he leaned over her, the other grabbing at the rolling hot mound of white cow teat swinging from the thrusting of the machine.

His body was burning hot as it leaned over, towering across her as he seemed ready to dominate her just with his presence. His masculine scent like that of a beast in rut, mind alteringly thick, and heavy, as if trying to rewrite the mind of the pale busty bitch bellow him even as he began to enjoy the feel of her under his fingers. "Oh shit, this nigga going to ruin your pink little cunt. How does that sound, bitch? Want to have this little white cunt fucked up on this old thugs fucking black dick?" He leaned in, and smirked as he twisted her tit, viciously in to his palm, fingers twirling around her nipple as he laughed. "Don't fucking care if you say no either. Cause all I'm going to hear is 'fuck me harder daddy'."

And in that moment, that one moment that the machine switched back, those two minutes were up and Anthony could talk again. "Leave her alone!" Was his only response, rushed, heated, the camera showing his face on the computer screen. The big black behemoth only smirked, as he let his hand on that ass sink lower, gripping the slicked toy stuck in that pink cunt... before yanking it free. "Fuck no, faggot. I'm bout to sink my dick down deep in this bitch."
[15:15] Cam-Slut Gaz Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Panic was beginning to rattle through Gaz's body as she struggled against the blindfold, her futile attempts to undo the binds at her wrists doing little more than sending those heavy slut-melons jostling all the most enticingly, swaying from one side to another, the puffy, swollen discs of her areola a flushed pink from her lingering arousal, and the fat gumdrop tips that peaked them still stiff, still quivering now even as she tried to calm the lustful haze that seemed to defy her whims. Something about the voice, the presence, summoned forth a sinking feeling within her stomach, all the while conjuring up something else, an itch, a spark, flashing from within the depths, the beginnings of something cruel and instinctive brewing within her fertile core despite her mind's best efforts to keep it at bay, to hold out and maintain rationality even in the midst of this sudden chaos.

A shiver worked its way up her spine, her body all but presented, despite its struggles, to her mysterious assailant: those fat, jostling udders, her toned, taut little waist, those grope-able, child-rearing hips, her huge, supple, and oh-so perky rear, and her thick, shapely thighs. Every part of her seemed to scream out her fertility to the world, as if pleading for the deliverance of her deserved fate at the hands of some remnant of an era long past, some brutish, sexual demi-god that, so far as most were concerned, no longer existed. If her body didn't send out the message enough, her simple presence more than finished the job, a faint and honeyed sweetness already beading against her skin now as she panted and shakily filled her lungs, the distinctive aroma of a woman, a bitch, ripe for the taking, fruit just waiting to be plucked from the overburdened branch and savored.

"G-gah! Don't... don't touch me you-you beast, you criminal! G-get your hands off of me, n-no-ah~!" Oh dear Gods he had to be a giant. Anthony could hardly cup her breasts, could only barely begin to cover the smooth, firm expanse of her ass, but she was being manhandled by this thug's frying-pan mitts. "Ngh-n-no! Don't - s-stop it~!" Even her protests were tinted with a subtle sweetness, passed off as the priming from that 'huge' dildo from earlier, but in truth her body's traitorous reaction to those work-worn hands scraping over her delicate body, the possessive and smothering air that surrounded him forcing its way into her system through every sensory orifice to scrap and gnaw away at her best attempts at resistance. "Eeek~! Not th-there, no my nipples-nghhh~!" Those stiff, puffy little buds visibly twitched against his fingers, maddeningly sensitive things indeed.

"A-anthony help! P-please!" She was desperate now, she could hear his voice but with none of the reassurance that she'd hoped for, gasping, stiffening briefly as those six 'thick' inches were dragged out of her slick, tender, tiny little slut-tunnel. "You f-filthy thug! A-as if I'd ever let you!" The reality was sinking in now, the understanding of just what he intended to do with her, how he intended to have his fun. She'd heard the stories about black men before, could...could he really be as 'huge' as that toy he'd just pulled out of her? It...it couldn't be, right?
[15:25] The Stag: The stories of black men that were told in the school locker rooms for the girls were often overly played up, obviously not a single one of them had actually seen a real black man nude before in their life. Let alone that trashy blonde bimbo captain of the cheer team. She had tried to tell everyone that he had been bigger than her entire forearm! Such lies were obviously fake, but it didn't stop a lot of people still wondering if the rumors were at least partially true... and it seemed now that Gaz was about to find out, when this massive brutish beast had his way with her.

Even bound, and blindfolded though it wasn't enough for this beast. When he had ripped the soaking dildo from that cunt he had twisted her body over, on to her back so he could lean in and press his lips directly to those massive white tits. His lips, thick and firm began to wrap around her pudgy pink nipple as his tongue swirled around it. Thick hot sucking sounds escaping his mouth as he began to taste her flesh in hot, lewd ways. Every time he pulled back, his teeth would clench down to drag hard against her thick puffy nipple before letting go so that it sprung back in to place. All the while his hand continued to maul the other, violently crushing her breast deep in to his palm like it were nothing but a toy to be squeezed to a near pulp.

"Oh fuck. You're going to feel so good wrapped around this dick. Come on bitch, spread those fucking thighs wider, this nigga needs a good bit of space so that dick can fit." He let his hand move from her ass, across her hip, suddenly those violent fingers shoved their way deep in to her mound and began to work. Twisting, stretching, more forcefully than that toy had done, more anticlimactically spreading her mound as his hot fingers seemed to send powerful streaks of heat through her. And even then, that potent scent, filling the air around them continued to descend upon her mind, pumping itself in to her senses as he held himself over her. The monstrous snake like bulge of black cock still stretching out through his pants, resting against her hip like some brutal baseball bat ready to be used against her like some weapon of brutal breeding.

Anthony shouted again, impotently. "Le..leave her alone... you damn ape!" His tone was beaten though, he couldn't do anything. His eyes focusing on her, and this beast in fear. "Gaz, I'm going... going to try and get help, try and fight him!" His words were weak, as weak as she was compared to that monster of dark flesh towering over her.
[15:41] Cam-Slut Gaz She yelped, her body tossed about carelessly as if it were all but weightless to the massive intruder, a toy to be played with as he saw fit, completely, utterly, and terrifyingly under his power. A low shudder jolted through her form, quivering up from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head the very moment he was upon her, as if already beginning to submit in an act of simple self-preservation and muted, understated anticipation. The bed whined beneath her as a heavy frame forced its weight over the springs, her body seeming to sink into the bedding, almost as if he, by the raw breadth of his frame, the pressure of his presence, surrounded her, enveloped her completely. A soft squeak escaped her lips in the split-seconds preceding his bodily assault, a realization, the full understanding of her predicament, the complete gravity of what was looming over her, striking her, at last, in full.

"Ah-aaaagh~!" She arched off of the bed despite her best attempts to brace herself, ripping jolts of pleasure, unwilling though they were, igniting the heat that had already swirled readily within the fertile furnace of her tender, vulnerable, and ripe little womb. That immaculate mound, those huge, generously-endowed swells seemed purpose-built for the huge thug's touch, to seat pleasantly in the scraping callouses of his palm as he squeezed, massaged, and mauled those unusually firm and beautifully round fuckjugs. Holding her down was a trivial task, a petite little thing with curves to die for, her ineffectual rocking doing little more than pressing those tits even more firmly into his grasp. "Nyuh! Ngh..~! Gah-haaaah~!"

She didn't want to cum like this, not with Anthony watching! And yet, it was coming, the edge drawing nearer and nearer still, until the mere scrape of that burly, sausage-thick digit against her pelvis drew a raunchy buck from the closeted snowbunny-to-be. "Hah...oh...I...ngh-aaaaaieeee~" She screamed she bucked, those heavy teats jiggling and quaking so violently that they nearly popped out of his hands as those brutally girthy fingers pressed open her slick petals, diving into the clutching heat, the still nectar-drenched folds of her inner walls. The heated spray, the distinctive sweetness, her untested fertility drenched that brute's hand as her hips twisted to and fro. She'd tried so hard, but in the end she just couldn't help it, those fingers were just so thick, so huge, bigger, even, than Anthony's cock by their reach and girth alone...

"Please... p-please..." She panted, unable even to rest in the aftermath of her peak as she was roughly fingerfucked, her udders milked for all they were worth, as residual quakes of orgasm stiffened her body and choked ragged moans out of her achingly-empty lungs. Was she pleading for him to stop, or to continue? Her pathetically desperate eyes yet glinting with resistance, a faint glimmer of hope for Anthony to cling to...for now.
[15:45] The Stag: (Alright, back. Still there?)
[15:46] The Stag: (Sorry, I DCed there. Some one likely ran the microwave.)
[15:46] Cam-Slut Gaz: (No problem. Did you get the post?)
[15:47] The Stag: (Yeah, I got it!)
[15:53] The Stag: What hope could he cling to when she still wore that blindfold to hide that daring glimmer of resistance. Anthony saw her begging, pleading... he only hoped that it was for the monster to stop, to leave her alone... But he had seen the quaking orgasm she had with those fingers easily twisting inside of her mound. His powerful, thick digits seemingly as potent as his cock thrice over as they pressed in to her needy, dripping snatch. And yet that beast wasn't anywhere near done with his torment over this bound little whore, as he began to drag her closer, his fingers hooked in to her cunt as he ground his bulging length of covered flesh against the underside of her tits. "Get ready to open your fucking eyes, and say hello to your fucking new god, bitch. You're going to be crammed fucking full of this old nigger's dick!"

He smirked, as his hands moved, pulling both from her breast and her cunt at the same time. LEaving that hole dripping as he began to peel down the fabric of his loose pants. Every inch of it that came down revealed another monstrous beastial inch of that black cock. And his other hand had finally gone to her blindfold, peeling it off of her so that she could watch as his shaft, his behemoth black dick was revealed to her and those who had continued to watch on the stream.

It flopped out, like an unrolling python against her breast, streaked in sweat and musk, dripping with the potent scent of his powerful, virile loins, the loins that could have bred a nation of women with a single load of his seed. Easily, this thing was larger than that dildo she had inside of her, each vein that throbbed flaccidely across it's length was as thick as her boyfriend's pitiful cock... and it was pitiful in comparison to this beast. This brutish monster that was drooping down over her flesh.

"Gaz, oh..holy fuck, no!" Anthony cried out. "Kiss it." The bastard said, even as he looked down to her. "Kiss that nigga's fucking dick, and get ready to get this pink pussy fucking broke." He bounced it, hard across her breasts, over her face, as it was already beginning to drool a monstrously thick load of pre from the tip like it was ready to explode. "I am gonna black this worthless fuck cunt up till she's unable to walk, this nigga's brats making that belly fucking huge."
[15:56] Cam-Slut Gaz: (I assume he's about half-mast at the moment~?)
[15:57] The Stag: (Oh, yeah, only half hard, still plenty of soft give.)
[16:11] Cam-Slut Gaz One could only imagine the regret that was flooding Anthony's mind in that moment. This was his fault wasn't it? He could try to shake the thought away, to dispel its corrupting influence from his mind, but this whole stream had been his suggestion! His idea was the reason her hands were literally tied, that his sweet Gaz was helpless to fight back or even run from that intruder. His clumsiness was the reason he couldn't even call the cops, the he couldn't even reach her. And perhaps worst of all, his ineptitude, his impotence in the bedroom was what had driven her to cam in the first place. How could it be that Gaz was already writhing against her will, squirting and spraying her sweet, loving nectar over that nigger thug's hands, cumming harder than Anthony had ever seen before, with just fingers, with just a bit of teasing, groping, and sucking. Was the gap that large?

Oh it certainly seemed like it, and it only became more obvious as that blindfold was peeled away, as Gaz blinked away the blurriness from her vision amidst the dim lighting to drink in the sight of that enormous nigger fuck-god hovering over her, slowly dragging down the waist of those loosely-fitted sweatpants to reveal the rousing behemoth that slumbered within. Her breath caught in her throat, her lips frozen, widely parted, in a panicked and shaky gasp as inch after seemingly-endless inch of arm-thick ebony breeding meat unveiled itself before her gaze.

"Uh-! Wha...n-n-n-! I-I..-!" She couldn't even form words now, such was the extent of the disbelief that clutched her body as the fullness of that still-growing slut-wrecker loomed over her, casting a broad, imposing shadow over her as it rose and then, pressing through the air, carving down towards her like a lethal weapon, fell.

"O-oooh~! Ghlf~! Hah...ha-aaaah...ngh...~" It slammed into her, a savage blow that forced the air from her lungs as if intent on slicing her body in half, easily jamming itself within the makeshift fucksleeve, the heated chamber of her generous cleavage, as her enormous, purpose-built cockpillows enveloped his thumping, thickly-cabled girth. Even faint doses of his musk had begun to infect her mind, to twist her body, to bend her feminine aspects, her deeply-buried instincts, to his will. Now, though, with this thing in her face, it drilled into her, suffocating and surrounding, thought-crushing musk forcing its way up her nose, down her throat, tickling through her ears to gnaw at her mind, prickling against her skin, as if his very aura carried virility of its own.

The heat was the most terrifying portion, seeming to scald against her skin, a strangled cry rising from her already-parted lips as the searing surface, the persistent throb of his enormous African babymaker resonated with her womb's own steady flickering, intensifying the flame, sending bursts of dull, aching pleasure pooling within her core, trickling down to her quivering, clutching little baby-chute as she drampened the sheets beneath her once more. She was being commanded to ovulate by his mere presence, and her body hadn't even the option to refuse, those quivering egg-factories wreaking havoc on her mind as they squeeeezed out the ovum his virility demanded, or at very least, tried to.

Kiss it? He said it as if she had a choice, but it became clear, very clear, that she did not. Every time she opened her mouth it seemed to slam home, to thump that heavy, heated cock-crown against her pillowy dicksuckers, to slather her face in those roiling, milky, sap-thick cables of pre-spunk, even that concoction, that dilute product, virile enough to tingle against her skin long after initial contact. He was reshaping her in the most primitive way possible: his cock the hammer to her body's malleable, pliable iron, her mind twisted into shape as the vessel around it was forcibly, steadily, repurposed.
[16:12] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Sorry that took so long, but I figured it was a big moment!)
[16:12] The Stag: (It's damn fine!)
[16:12] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Also, I probably have to run off for about 90-120 minutes soon D: If you're still around when I'm back I'd obviously love to continue, but if not I understand, and I'll be more than happy to continue another time.)
[16:13] The Stag: (Want to pause here and get ready to go, and I can have a reply ready for when you're back?)
[16:14] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Absolutely!)
[16:14] Cam-Slut Gaz: (That would be wonderful. Sorry to leave at such a pivotal moment. I never want to give the impression of ditching a scene, especially not one I enjoy!)
[16:14] The Stag: (Awesome then, I'm loving this so far!)
[16:14] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Hopefully you're having as much fun as I am!)
[16:14] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Hooray!)
[16:14] The Stag: (It's alright. I understand when things come up. Happens to me all the time. =p)
[16:15] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Alright then, I will hope to catch you later on then. Back later!)
[16:15] The Stag: (Saving the logs, and I'll have a post ready!)
[16:16] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Great! If my internet logs me off while I'm gone, feel free to send it to notes, and I'll get it back to you next time we're in chat!)
[16:17] The Stag: Sounds awesome! I'll be sure to get it to you. =p)
[16:42] The Stag: There should have been more fear, more panic, but what he felt when he saw that behemoth of a man pulling down those pants was NOTHING but shame. To see his beloved Gaz come face to face with something so impossible, so monstrously huge... it filled him with an almost insect like feeling of smallness, as if what was happening before him was so shamefully his fault, and so much bigger than he was. Anthony could do nothing as he stared at the screen almost in shock, as that crowning black cock still half soft dropped down over the enormous fuckpillows of his beloved Gaz.

That brutish nigger only smirked as he heard the sounds she made when it fell upon her, the rising veined length pulsing with a fire that seemed to burn the flesh with a devious dark lust. The swealtering heat of that dark burning flesh pressing against those pale mountains of titmeat. His eyes rolling over her as his hand wrapped around the back of her head. "I fucking said KISS MY DICK." His pull was sudden, even with the prodding of his uncut crown against her lips it wasn't enough. The drooling head of his cock was now forced, smashed in to her face as he pulled her head against it. His eyes holding that violent lust as he thrust himself forward. "I want to feel that fucking pretty pink mouth swill down that black slab of forefat, you stupid white cunt!"

His tone was demanding, violent, powerful. He could have commanded anything from the masses, and it was likely they would have surrendered it to him. He still knelt over her, those swinging nuts, dark as tar resting against her stomach as if threatening to plant that seed directly in to her depths. That body of power, his growling dominance rose from him as he swing his cock back against her face again, forcing it to bounce across her lips and sink deep between those tits. "You're going to fucking get making out with this oily black dick, and then I'm going to get to fucking that fine white cockholster of yours, you young white cunt!"

And his body demanded as much from her as his words. His body that was so powerful, so perfect, towering over her like an ebony statue of crafted muscle only looked down to her with the most aggressively aroused need in his eyes. His heat rolling from him, the scent of power, and lust, the virile potency that would make the most fertile whores bend to his will, and beg for him to seed them, to send his cum deep in to their waiting wombs to black their line forever. And he seemed to only grow more heavy with every passing moment as it rest against her, drooling more of that ungodly thick, sap like seed down across her pale flesh, burning her with the mark of his suprerior scent, his dark body claiming her as his own.

And those balls too continued to pulse, as if they had begun to growl, swelling outwards slowly as the production of seed began to grow more rapid. Every ounce of his potent seed beginning to broil with the desire to be released... and he had already threatened where he was going to put that load. To breed this worthless, retarded white slut, to force her to worship him. His body was that of a god, as it lumbered over her own. And the image of Anthony on the computer screen in complete shock could only continue to watch as her body was abused under the constant, slapping, smashing strikes of that brutal nigger's old black cock.
[18:05] The Stag: (Alright, I gotta drive out for a few. I'll be back!)
[18:24] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Alright, with any luck I'll have a post for ya when you return!)
[18:44] Cam-Slut Gaz "Ghlf~ Mmmn~ Hng...gllk~ Schlp~!" Gaz whined against that battering fuckmeat, that pulsating nigger fuckspear bashing against her face as if determined to slap the dignity right out of her pale, heavy-uddered body with each blow. She could only gasp for air, plead for those brief moments of reprieve between impacts during which she could such in at very least a mouthful of air to soothe the ache, the burn of her lungs. Nevermind that every one of those desperate gulps only further tainted her, further moulded her mind to his will, never mind that each breath only pumped those huge, swaying udders around that throbbing conqueror's sword, that weapon of utter and complete conquest, coaxing it ever further towards full mast. The mere thought that it was still growing, that this could, perhaps, be only a glimpse of its full, insidious potential, sent shivers clutching at her spine, her body pulled taut to arch into the infectious heat radiating off of every, cabled inch, from every thrumming, finger-thick vein that violently scraped into her skin with even his slightest movement.

"Mngghhllllll~! Ghlk, schlrk~! *Whap, sklrch!*" The strain of her lips spread wide, her jaw pried open, narrowed her eyes, every casual roll of those hammering hips thumping the back of her head against the mattress as her ears rang to the beat of the ungodly pulse, the tribal drumbeat of her impending fate brewing and bubbling within those melon-sized sperm-cauldrons boring their way directly into her stomach. At some point, whether she'd realized it or not, she'd ceased her attempts at escape; perhaps her body had realized it was pointless, perhaps she was exhausted, or perhaps, as Anthony feared, this was fate, destiny, something she had no choice but to accept as her chosen place in the universe: brought low and conquered by this incomparable ebony fuck-god making a slick, tiny little cock-cozy out of her plump, bee-stung dicksuckers despite her best, hopeless, efforts at resistance.

"Nghhhhh~! Ghhhhihhh~! Mmmnnggh~!" She wailed, muffled by the overstretched seal of her lips around that girthy fist of a crown, as the churning, the sloshing of those heavy seed-pods teased torturously at her fertile depths, shadowy fingers squeezed, massaging, groping at her very ovaries as he imposed his will upon her physiology even without a direct touch. Everywhere that bubbling, sap-thick pre-spunk touched responded with spasms, lashing across the back of her throat, coating her tongue, boring out her gullet as all thought faded into nothing but whiteness, every ideal and notion within that purple-haired head having to do with something other than this enormous slut-wrecker steadily carved away, dignity, romance, and everything in between.

[b]*Schlrp!* "Ngah...mngh~ Shlk-shluck-ghnf~!" *Kirsch! Schlrk!* "Nmmm....nnnnm~!" [b] Sloppy wetness, debauched squelches, the microphone caught it all as Gaz's pinned tongue slathered its slick affections over the girthy spunk-cannon along the underside of that breeding meat. Only a tiny fraction of that throbbing meat managed even to cram into her oral cavern before battering up against the rear of her throat, a sloppy gag and dull, wet impact sending Gaz's eyes rolling for the briefest of moments, as her body stiffened, and the sweet aroma of her drooling arousal anointed the bed once more. Was she, was she [b]aroused[/b] by this treatment? It was cruel, abusive, misogynistic, animalistic, so far as Anthony was concerned, and yet what doubt could be had when confronted with a face like that, a reaction like that to something as simple as an invading spearhead running aground against the clutching depths of her facial fucksleeve?
[18:58] The Stag: (And back!)
[19:03] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Welcome welcome!)
[19:09] The Stag: There was not denying that her body had betrayed her, no way to explain how she was doing what she was without the effort to fight back. It was too late to stop it, too late to save his beloved Gaz from the impending blacking that would soon ruin her very body for anything other than this god like beast of dark ebony flesh. His bestial shaft, throbbing, every vein on fire and sending thick waves of his heat rolling from that gargantuan behemoth in to her senses. The slick hot spit coated crown of his dick plunged deep between those lips, as if he were fisting the back of her throat... every throb, every pulse like a writhing beast that had latched itself inside of her mouth.

And he wasn't even beginning yet.

That cock stuck so tight between those enormous pale udders, those giant fucking fleshy fucksacks were perfect when wrapped about his cock. Every pale mound of her titflesh was made to be spent wrapped around this giant black cock, this old nigger's mighty dark superior shaft. And he growled hard as he felt her tits bouncing, forced to roll back and forth by her desperate breath as he impaled them over his enormous throbbing slab. "That's right bitch, you're getting the hang of it now. You're going to love being this fucking thugs little fucksocket. Retarded ass white girls always love getting their holes slammed open on some old thugs dick!"

Anthony couldn't even respond, his eyes were glued to the sight, the way she was forced to please him... The way her own body had begun to... accept it! His eyes were filled with shameful tears as he tried to call for that beast to stop, to leave her alone. But the man only smirked, his middle finger coming up flipping the boy off before he smacked that fat mound of bitch tit with his heavy open palm. "Shuttup faggot. These damn titties belong to this nigga now, gonna have these fat milky mounds feeding this old thugs brats soon enough. So whack off bitch, cause I own this cunt!"

He smirked, looking down to Gaz, tearing her head backwards for a moment. "Aint that right, you stupid cum sucking bit?" He forced her, turned her towards the camera to look back at Anthony, his cock hanging over her shoulder with how he held her almost against his thigh. His broiling fat cum churning mellon sized nuts hanging against the back of her neck, even as a thick gush, a huge burping load of pre began to explode outwards from the enormous pulsing crown of big black nigger cock.
[19:25] Cam-Slut Gaz She could feel the world becoming hazier by the moment, even if she managed a breath, to somehow, someway, suck something into her lungs through the momentary gap created by each thrust, or a lucky heave of her nose, it was utterly futile. There was no air to refresh her hear, only further domination, further corruption, swirling about as if to goad her into allowing its entry into her increasingly vulnerable psyche. By now her hips quivered near-constantly, bucking at the empty air, not so much out of lust, though that was certainly a component of it, but more a product of her constantly stiffening muscles, the constant spasm of her form, her delicate control over her body stripped away by the moment and replaced with blankness, lust, heat, neediness, and fat nigger babymaker slamfucking her pillowy throatsleeve as it saw fit.

Retarded was right, the seconds were robbing her of any modicum of higher intelligence, forcing her rational mind deeper and deeper into the recesses of her embattled brain to seek refuge within its most tucked-away sanctums. Even then, the walls clattered and clanged, constant impacts and steady, forcible doses of raw masculinity, woody, spiced musk, thought-crushing pre-jizz so disgustingly and hideously virile that it seemed to drill into her from the inside in search of a womb to claim, eggs to demolish.

"Mngh~! Ngooooohhhh~!" Another squeal, shameless, pitchy, and desperate, rumbled out of her, muffled and resonated through the lengthy telephone pole of ebony cockmeat yet buried, lodged and happily bulging out her ordinarily throat. Who knew that she was such a whore? Well, it wasn't really her fault now was it? It was just the way of things, the order of the universe, that ludicrously fertile and needy little pieces of breeding bait like her were to be the property of whoever saw fit to adequately claim her. To relegate her to a life with Anthony would have been an awful waste of global scale, an evolutionary and anthropological tragedy! This was just the way she was meant to be used, programmed to behave, to soak her inner thighs as a heavy, calloused hand raised red against the power pale of her perfect, matronly udders.

"Ghuh...hahhh~ H-h-haaaah~" Her shaky voice trembled unsteadily, as if her entire body might collapse without the support of the enormous thug's hand at the back of her head. Her gaping lips curled faintly upwards, as if to create some cruel and perverse semblance of a smile despite the dire circumstances, despite the fact that Anthony was actually watching her be raped live and on-stream. "I...haaah~ I...ngh~!" Did she even have the presence of mind to say it? Perhaps, but still something remained, some particulate shred of dignity and resistance, an unacceptable holdout. She'd been pushed well past the point of enjoying this treatment, though not quite far enough to admit it, to rub it in Anthony's thimble-dicked face.
[19:35] The Stag: He smirked watching it cross her face, the desire, the pain, the need, the lust. It was all there for him to read like an open book. His monstrous cock draped across her shoulder rested against her meaty soft tit as the hand that held the back of her head forced her forward so that she was face to face with the camera... face to face with Anthony as he watched in a shocked state of shame and horror. He had not even pulled his pants up from when he had been stroking himself, and his thimble lengthed white baby dick was still throbbing like a thumb in the air. All while that behemoth, that beast held her to confront him.

"I don't fucking hear you telling them, you're owned by this fucking old nigger now." His voice was vicious, he hadn't even bothered to lean in, but the stinking hot musk rising from his loins right against her cheek throbbed and pulsed with fire. His pre, and spit soaked cock like a dark fleshy tendril of malicious breeding power. Yet he forced her to knee down, right in front of the camera. Drawing himself backwards, behind her as he dropped to his knees. His cock striking against her ass... before those tremendous balls slapped against her inner thigh.

"Go on, slut. Fucking tell him what it feels like when I rip this pink cunt in half. You're going to fucking scream." Every word, every damnable, devious word came with the truth that he was going to ruin her, destroy her, lay claim to every egg that her body could produce with his disgustingly potent shaft, the monstrous nuts big enough to outdo a horse. He was aligning his cock so that the head of it was already pressing against that pussy... and... it began to press in.

It was not as vicious as he could have been, no... it was much worse. Every inch, throbbing with such impossibly thick veins pressed her walls wide. Pressed them around his shaft like she were nothing but a virgin taking her first dick. His shaft sunk, slowly, inch by impossible, glorious, black inch as it began to spread her to the point that Anthony could never have even hoped to do. He took his time, destroying her mind as much as he was her body, deforming her cunt, and soon her womb to the absolute sheer size of that monstrous black cock. And every inch had a low grumble, and growl come from his lips. "I hope you fucking love getting this nigger dick, bitch, cause I own this fucking pussy now."
[19:53] Cam-Slut Gaz In the end she hadn't said it, she hadn't spoken those damning words, hadn't sealed her fate entirely. In a way, it was a victory: for her, for Anthony, but hollow at best, merely a consolation in the midst of what was, otherwise, utter and complete defeat. Yes, she hadn't said the words, yes, she'd held out for the moment, but the expression that had overcome her features, the whorish tone that had rumbled and shuddered in her voice in the midst of those babbles, was very nearly as damning.

In the end, the message was clear, one way or another. She hadn't said those words to Anthony's face, but she'd wanted to. She hadn't quite spit in his face and laughed at his impotence, yet. It had to be an amusing show for that giant of a stud, to watch the interactions between those two lovers, the despair in Anthony's face as he witnessed Gaz's immaculate body put to use as it had always deserved, the fuck-drunk stupor that was welling up within Gaz, robbing her of sound-mind, wearing away her will, her desire to fight back at all, and gaining ground with each debaucherous act, with every dominating grope and lecherous abuse of her breeding-bait curves.

Her upper torso slumped into a nearby desk, her fat tits perched over the lip to rest against the flat of its surface, her jostling, perky, and sculpted rear as close to presented as could possibly be, as her still-bound hands curled and wiggled in what could only be construed as anticipation. Was it a spasm of her body? Or was it a nod, a show of agreement with his statement, that she would scream, she would squeal, she would cream herself senseless all over that invading nigger studmeat and curse Anthony's pathetic impotence in the same breath.

"M-mmmn~! Hah..y-ye-hnghhhh~!" He was grinding up against her now, those tiny, pearly-pink lips bowing submissively around that girthy ebon crown, all but suckling at it by the raw tightness, anointing it in the steady dribble of her hot, slick, and honeyed nectar. He hadn't even gotten the tip in when she stiffened, her fingertips curled up tight and her neck outstretched in front of her, lurching her body forward towards the desk as she screamed out in wordless, slurred, praise, as she soaked that nigger breeding meat in worshipful heat. "Gah-hahhhhn~! S-sho th-thiiieeeeeeek~!" The words tried to come, but they were shoved aside, bullied into the corner by her raunchy screams.

She just couldn't come down, there was no end to her peak, the spray constant, subsiding for mere fractions of a second before the next inch barreled in to cram her straining, slick, velvet vice to the brim for the umpteenth time. Every pleat, every wrinkle, every distinguishing feature of her writhing slut-tunnel was stretched smooth around that imposing thickness, marked and gouged by the mere presence of those finger-thick veins as they battered their way in.

"Ha-ahhn~ Haaiiieee~! Ngh-ngyaaaaa~! Oh-ooohn~! Guhhh-!" Her screams came to a sudden halt, her eyes violently knocking back towards the rear of her skull as her body tensed, her lips spread, her tongue quivered loosely in the open air. The clenching, lone guardian of her cervix bowed against the insistent twists of that ebony intruder. All but defenseless, it could only slow his progress at best, and at worst, hasten the utter annihilation of Gaz's mind. Every prod of that soon-to-be cockring extracted a strangled, silent convulsion from the purple-haired slutcow, a heated and reflexive spray of her fertile heat to bless that African breeding bat.
[20:04] The Stag: This was how she would fall, this was the end of her mind, her pride, her wonderful love with that sweet handsome young man. The kiss of that uncut cock against her cervix, every slow, heavy press of it gouging the little ring as if it were just another small barrier to hold him back. It would fall, with each slow press the force of his shaft was undeniable, as it began to bough the little ring backwards, spreading it. Every inch of his potent, dark, throbbing crown seemed ready to burst free even as it was drool, gushing that thick, potent, tar thick pre deep in to her womb even now. The heat welling up inside of her, forcing her body to adapt as he barely had even the first ten inches of that monster slamming itself slowly inside of her.

That smirk was wide, he growled down in to her ear, his voice evil and hungry with lust. "That's right, you fucking cunt, feel that. Feel that fat old nigga's dick spreading that little white fuckbox? Yeah, you fucking love it, you worthless white bitches always love getting raped down on that sweaty black dick, don't you?" Those eyes closed, and he pressed his mouth to hers in a sudden, animalistic kiss. The way his tongue crushed it's way between her lips, forcing her own tongue down against his own. His hot breath, his dark heavy taste of masculine heat continued even there as his kiss broken between her lips in more passion than Anthony had ever shown her.

All while he watched... he sat back, his eyes wide, tears rolling down his cheeks in shame, fear. He knew the look of pleasure on her face. It was impossible to deny it, impossible to pretend it was something else. His cock still small, still hard as he watched this superior beast breaking his love. "G..Gaz..Please..No.." It was so pathetic, the only words he could hope to say were begging her, as if trying to get her to some how come to her senses, not to enjoy the monstrous beast that was forcing himself on her. But even then, his little hand seemed to return to his pitiful dick, as if unable to deny the lewd display he was being forced to watch.

"You feel that, bout to bust your womb fucking wide. Then I'm going to go ahead and send that fuckin' nut deep in your white hungry cunt. You got that, this old nigger gonna breed your fucking little pasty white pussy until you're fucking swollen fat on this black dick!" His shaft throbbed... and as he spoke, as he thrust, slowly grinding, twisting her cervical barrier around on the head of his cock it finally began to press, ready to break, ready to claim it all.
[20:06] The Stag: (Damn, this is just so good. She's going to look good fattened up with that black bastards brats.)
[20:08] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Isn't she? Also, special request for a cowgirl or a reverse cowgirl finish~ I love those positions for a lot of bounce when I'm playing exceptionally busty gals!)
[20:08] The Stag: (Damn fine by me! She can be looking right down at her new black lover while she's giving his dick it's reward!)
[20:24] Cam-Slut Gaz "Ngggh~ Ha-a-a-aahh... O-oooh~ Mn-aaaahn~" Her squeals quieted, reduced to steady whimpers and tense, whining groans as that defiling spray bubbled through the clenching ring of her cervix, just pre-spunk alone enough to stain her womb, to pain it in this thug's ambitions. Gaz twisted to and fro, unwittingly grinding her body back into that impaling ebony, grinding the hypersensitive barricade of her cervix up against its destined conqueror to the tune of her steady cries. Every now and again she clenched her teeth, a dull ache throbbing in her core as her tubes clenched, trying to fend off those nigger tadpoles, those ravenous African genetic marauders already gnawing and nipping at the gates. It was a small miracle that they even managed that, but it made little difference, her time was coming, and her body would rejoice as it was meant to do.

It never seemed to end, the stimulation, the torturous and piercing pleasures that this savage, primitive, beast of a nigger fuck-god crammed into her body, forced into her every orifice and every sense. Penetration, slow, agonizing, alone would have been more than enough, but she had much to learn still, much to understand about how to properly behave. Every part of her was to belong to him, to service him, at any given time, and all at once, if at all possible, and her mouth was far from off limits.

Muffled squeals and screeches met his dominating lips, her tongue wrestled quickly into submission, as her wrists stiffened and twitched against her binds, as seizing pleasure burst ruinously through her body, a twitching, heavy-chested fuckdoll shaking her tits at the end of his heavy, piercing, fuckspear. "Ngah...~ MnhHHHH~! O-ohngh...~! Gah-haaaahn~! Aieee-mmf~!" Her voice alternated, bouncing back and forth between tender and desperate, needy, worshipful, and ecstatic. She seemed to fade in and out of consciousness, intermittently going limp amidst spraying gushes of feminine nectar in her now-owner's grasp, only to revive moments later to devotedly accept and reciprocate his savage and conquering kiss. By the time he pulled back, she seemed drained of life, able only to slump over, leaning onto those heaving udders head bowed, tongue still-outstretched and drooling gently onto the desk. She'd creamed herself unconscious no less than three times in that single kiss, and he hadn't even started fucking her in earnest yet.

Even if she hadn't the energy to nod or even speak, there was no longer any doubt as to her response. Her body moved in reaction to his words, twisting her hips back with all the strength she could muster, as if her feeble and exhausted form could somehow 'help' that massive specimen fuck her any better. But it was the gesture that counted, the eager waving and bucking of those fertile hips right in the camera, right in Anthony's face, as that freakish nigger cunt-breaker twisted its way through to the promised land.

"Gha-haa...agh..y-yesh... P-pleaaaaaaAAGGGHHHHH~!" A single scream, a series of almost violent shudders assailing Gaz's body before she collapsed, limp, fucked unconscious in a single stroke, and having taken not even half of that hefty breedpole. Even out cold she shuddered and squirted, her soft, orgasmic whimpers drawling past her lips as her rolling eyes stared blankly into the desk. No matter, she'd wake up soon enough. After all, they hadn't even begun to breed yet.
[20:36] The Stag: Her body had been pinned to the desk, to be shown to the boy that she had loved, to be shown how her body was going to be his with every slow thrust of his hips. It was such a devious and vicious display of his power, his prowess, the monstrous potent black godhood that was impaling her depths with every generous slow press of his hips. Her spasming walls clamping on to his shaft would only be rewarded with those veins digging deeper in to her gushing hot neathers, splaying them out more forcefully as she tried to clamp down over him, that fuck-god of primal rage, of brutal fury tearing her apart.

And yet it was nothing, he truly had not even started. Her body almost unconcious as he continued to slowly grind in to her, sending thick marble sized swimming tadpoles of his preseed spraying in to her depths with every slow grinding, crushing push. Those muscular thighs planted against her ass, even as more of that cock began to stretch her out... further, obscenely, rewriting everything about her physiology as her body would be forced to expand outwards around his cock as it lay claim to her womb, breaking through that ring as easily as he had been claiming.

Now though, she was his, and he growled down, as he rolled her over, throwing her down on to the bed. It wasn't soft, as he began to press himself against her now, almost romantic looking... if not for the sudden violent pace he was beginning to take. No longer just pressing at the walls of her womb, but bashing them, crushing them, battering them outwards as he began like a jackhammer. It was the violent breeding rut that he had promised, that she deserved, that Anthony, the thimble dicked white loser could never have hoped to give her.

"Fuck...I think this cunt's already lost her mind, look at this. She can't even stay awake, I fucked her damn brains loose." He leaned in, his mouth closing around one fat nipple, suddenly biting down on it, licking, kissing, suckeling on it like a hungry beast with every brutal thrust sending more of that nigger meat gouging her fertile white womb deeper than she had any right to allow. All the while, this brutal black hammering pair of nuts churned, gushing it's pre, seeding her depths as her body belonged to him, forcing her to accept it at the deepest part of both her weak, fertile, fuck cow body and broken sex blasted nigger-drunk mind.
[20:38] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Just to clarify, is she on her back now, or still on her stomach?)
[20:38] The Stag: (On her back, tits up, so he can suck and bite down on those fat white udders.)
[20:38] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Gotcha!)
[20:54] Cam-Slut Gaz It all blurred together in a fog of white-hot pleasure, burning ecstasy gnawing at her every inch from head to toe, hardly able to register the sensation of anything other than those encroaching inches, carving, claiming, and owning. There was simply no other way to describe the way he was taking her, the way he wiped away anything that even resembled resistance before it could ever begin to develop, the way she groaned as her body, still-shaking softly, was mashed against the desk tits-first, as the drooling, girthy spigot of that speartip cock-crown ran aground of the rear wall of her cervix, only barely halfway down the full and unmerciful length of that bitchmaking pillar of ruthless ebony breeding meat.

By all accounts, that should have been it, that should have been everything that she could take, her body only so deep, able to stretch so far. There were, supposedly, limits to just how much cock she could take into that trembling, stretched-taut slut-tunnel. Already her stomach faintly bulged, her sweet, heated, and plump little clit twitching and swollen, her glistening pink lips stretched thin in a lewd ring around a cock thicker than her slender arms. Even pulling out was no simple task, that fat head dragging and raking, catching against every crevice and recess, every bundle of nerves, every square inch scraped raw by that heavily-cabled surface on the way in, and on the way out. He had, literally, to pry her off of his cock, made easy only by his own incredible strength, and the light-ness, the petiteness, of her otherwise limp body.

The bed cushioned her fall, but only from one end, for on the other was a titan, a brick wall of a man bearing down on her to draw a heaving and shaky squeal from her lips as light returned to her hazy eyes. Her very womb was beginning to bow, that sacred and fertile chamber overrun by that virile nigger baby batter, relentlessly gouged by heave after heave of those heavy-handed hips. The battering-ram was unceasing, untiring, as slowly, surely, the bulge in her ordinarily taut, toned abdomen ascended, her formerly-untouched baby-basket, where she'd once hoped in a daydreaming moment to house hers and Anthony's child, repurposed, reshaped, moulded as a perfectly snug dicksleeve.

"Aaaaagh~! Oh-nggooooo~! So d-d-deep...y-your caaaaaaaaawk~! ! Str-stretching...hah...my wooooomb~!" Some energy, some strength returned to her voice in the wake of that brief venture into unconsciousness. Did the inches ever end? She had to wonder, for each time she thought she must have taken it all, another cruel portion screwed into the depths of her quivering fucktunnel. Every inch now earned it's own reception, every twist and cram welcomed by that heated spray, by those delirious pleas and praise, by the glorious sight of Gaz's face briefly twisting into the fuck-broken, rolling-eyed visage of a turnt piece of knocked-up slutmeat.
[21:05] The Stag: Meat, broken and used was all she was born to be for this monstrous beast, this virile god of black flesh carved from impossibly hot stone. To be a broken condom for his cock, to take in the unending waves of pre, and spunk until her body was a deformed mass of broodwhore, bulging around the many bastards this old nigger intended on pumping in to her ultra tight, fertile womb. And that was all it took for him to be content with this slut, this broodsocket and mentally crippled cockholster. That she was to be his child bearing nigger dick worshiping jizz bucket, meant more than anything he had been intending to steal when he had first come in to her apartment.

Now his body took what it was owed, the womb of the most fertile white cunt, the fattest uddered human cow he could find. She belonged to him, not just because he said so, but because his body was making it true. She would never be able to feel a white man again, Anthony would never even be able to impregnate her even if she had let him try. That brutal hot seed, that nigger's glorious broiling hot nut jetting free in thick ropes of pre were imprinting themselves on her genes, dominating her ovaries, and laying the foundation of a body that could only ever breed black. The way she should have always been from the first day her tits had begun to swell.

Now though this monster didn't care, he didn't give a shit about Anthony, the fucker could have gone off crying like a bitch for days and he wouldn't have noticed. No. He only smirked as he looked down to her, as she screamed, and moaned, admiring how her womb had begun to distend outwards until finally, two feet of cock were firmly being crushed in to that tiny pink hole. Every vein throbbed with life, pulling back like a screw drawn out, ruining the whore for anyone else. The crown of his cock almost locked, knotted on it's own size at her cervix, gushing more of his seed in to her depths. His body soon began to sit back, dragging her body upwards until she was sitting up in his lap.

"Go on bitch, give your fucking fans a show. I'm about ready to bust this nut right in your pussy, and I want you to go showing them just how fucking much you're ready to be owned by this old black nigger's dick!" He grunted, his hips beginning to pounce upwards, her reshaped body being forced to accept him even now, while encouraging her to begin her own dance on his enormous black pole, to grip every single vein, and bulge of that potent nigger batter belching black dick.
[21:22] Cam-Slut Gaz It was all becoming so clear now, so plainly obvious. It had never really mattered, though Anthony would likely never have realized it. It wouldn't have mattered had this show happened or not, it would only have delayed the inevitable, put off her claiming for another week, another month, another year. But one way or another, by the curse that had been laid upon her since puberty had seen fit to transform Gaz's geeky little self into a walking, fat-titted, fertile-hipped, piece of portable bastard-bakery, it would have come for her, no doubt in the form of this man, no, this demigod, this divinely appointed conqueror of fertile wombs and chesty fuckdolls, every bit born to conquer and breed as she was to be owned and bred by him. He was taking it all, and she thanked him for it, in her screams and shudders, in the delighted ruination of her ordinarily placid expression twisted into ecstasy and giggling rictus.

Even two feet later, there was still more somehow, more of that incomparable nigger fuckpole to take her, to ruin her, to carve its impression into her body, mind, and soul. Every thrust affirmed his dominion over her clutching, re-sized fucktunnel, every pleat and fold stretched smooth, scraped and gouged away to leave behind nothing but an ideal cocksleeve, a perfect breeding slut to squeeze out his superior nigger bastards until her mind and body both gave out entirely. There was only one thing left to do, the climax to this lengthy preparation, the moment of truth that Anthony so feared, that sent nausea raging through his fragile, feeble frame as he realized what was coming.

Gaz was raised up, displayed for the camera to see: that glorious side profile, huge, perfectly-perky slut-udders, tiny waist, fat ass, marred by the obvious bulge straining against her slender waist, her taut stomach. "Hnghooooo~! Nghaiiiieeee~! C-cuuummiiiing, I-I'm c-cuummiiieeeeee~!" Gravity kicked in, her body sinking down now as the bulge pressed her heavy, porcelain melons apart around that impaling bulge, rivulets of her worshipful spray running down through the cobblestone of the man's perfectly-carved musculature as her cunt loosed its praise upon his body for the umpteenth time. Her convulsions alone sent her hefty rack bouncing, slapping, those glistening, sweat-sheened milkjugs wetly thumping against her ribcage before being flung up, lifted away from her toned, petite body once more.

"Nghyaaaa~ S-sho beeeeg~ Guh-hnghhhh~! I-I l-luff it~ I l-luff this coooooock~!" Her eyed tossed about, jostling within their sockets like loose marbles as each bounce of that perfectly fertile form, each cram of those hips from below, brought her gushing sluthole closer to the finish. She was going to take it all, just as prophesized, she was going to become his perfect cockholster and bastard-factory, she was going to take every inch, somehow, someway, even if it cost her every last shred of dignity and self left cowering within the ruins of her mind.
[21:33] The Stag: The end would come when that last few inches found their home inside of her. The way that she bounced, bucked, his thrusts meeting against her... it was inevitable. His shaft, so potent, so large, two and a half feet of black dominance... a testament to his own supremacy as a god made flesh. This stallion let her buck on his cock, dragging the head back and forth, as the veins crushed her walls outwards, forcing them wide around every single throbbing inch of it as his pre gushed, and drowned her womb to the point her belly would already begin to swell... and still he hadn't cum, he had yet to unleash the bastard making spray of his orgasmic lust... the FIRST of what would likely be MANY of his loads churned deep in those nuts, bouncing upwards to strike at her ass every time she came bucking down over his muscled hips.

Anthony wouldn't even be able to speak, as he watched. There was nothing for him to say, he watched the truth of the world. His perfect Gaz... was taken, she didn't care about him anymore. This cock had destroyed that part of her mind. Or it was so close, that it didn't even mater. The beast was grunting harder, as he pitched upwards ready to release, even as one of those heavy hands moved to grab that sweat streaked mound of white tit, his hands so dark, contrasting against it as he milked her enormous, swollen breast deep in to his palm, crushing it like a toy for abuse. She belonged to him, and that included those wetly clapping massive mams that bounced off of her petite ribs.

"Go on bitch, take this nut, this fucking black dick feeding that pussy some nigger cum!" He growled out, low as he finally thrust up, his other hand on her hip suddenly PULLING her back down until she sunk lower, lower, the last six inches, six inches more than two feet, two feet more than Anthony could even muster when hard, now sunk in to her. And the first true wave of his cum, his ungodly tidal wave of seed began to spray free with thick ropes, so heavy, so full that it was like great volumes of his seed were thicker than tar as it began to flush out in to her womb, drowning her ovaries in that impossible, virile, black heat. She belong to him, and he smirked as he held her down to his hips. "That's my bitch now, go on, fucking say it, say you are getting knocked up by this huge old nigger's dick!"
[21:59] Cam-Slut Gaz It all seemed so obvious now, how completely perfect the fit was, just how meticulously Gaz's body had been crafted from head to toe, from womb to tits, for the sole purpose of serving as a fat-titted breedslut for this man, this GOD's nigger spawn. The weight of her tits alone wrapped them tightly around that bulge, caressing, massaging, and nuzzling that wondrous gift of a breedpole with every bounce. It was her privilege to cream all over that cock, to churn her wetness into a milky froth upon the girthy fuckstick rearranging her insides, rewiring her brain, with every thrust. Inhibitions crumbled, her bucks even more wanton, even more desperate, right up until that crucial moment when her pearly pink lips and engorged, needy little clit ground up against his crotch.

She was all handlebars, and Daddy grabbed whatever he pleased, her fat tits, her grope-able hips, her hair, hell, with how huge his hands were he could just as easily have cinched them around her waist and held her there that way. This was his now, his perfect, massive milkjug, it had been made for him, to fit in his hands and his hands only. There was a reason that Anthony had been tossed aside, there was a reason that Gaz was being conquered not by him, but by this immaculate specimen of obsidian divinity, there was a reason his tiny hands had never been able to grasp those enormous udders. It was because he didn't deserved them, he never had, they belonged to her Daddy now, as they always ought to have been, to the wielder of the one and only cock that deserved to savage her womb and claim it as its own personal spunk-tank.

"G-give it to me Daddyyyy~! Nghah~ It's...it's hyaaaa~! It's yours, it's Daddy's w-womb, th-these are my N-nigger Daddy's tits nghiii~! Take it~ T-take me and c-clog up my womb with your b-baby batter~! I aaahn~! B-breed me until I bre-breaaaaaaaaaak~!" She shrieked as she felt it, as those scalding rope of treacle-thick African spunk pounded into her womb, crammed it full in but a single salvo. It burned and bubbled, convulsions bursting out through her body as the raw weight of the impact nearly jarred her loose from her seat upon that obsidian geyser. Already her stomach bulged, her head lolled back weakly as she twitched and babbled, her tongue outstretched and drooling idly over her chin as quivering peaks slammed into her, crashing waves of pleasure wringing her dry, dragging orgasm after shuddering orgasm from her body without pause, without mercy.

"Ngaaaaaaaaaiii~! S-sho hooooot~! Daddy's b-babies are sh-shtabbing my wooooomb~! Th-thank you, thank youoooooooOOOOOH~!" There was no-where else to go, her womb crammed full now, as those genetic marauders directed their attention to the needle-thin passages of her fallopian tubes. A shrill whimper, a series of choking gags ravaged Gaz's throat as her tubes were pried open, raped into submission by the gushing eddies of scalding baby-tar, left-bloated, aching, slathered in lingering clumps and crowds of ravenous nigger tadpoles. The atrocities had only just begun, the twin spheres of her ovaries bulging through the skin of her stomach as billions upon billions of savage raiders piled into that most sacred sanctum, her eggs quite literally gang-raped by those thick-headed sperms, ravaged and over-written in his superior African genetics, left bloated, misshapen orbs as proof of her claiming. Every egg claimed, each ovum ruthlessly stuffed to the brim in those teeming nigger swimmers, sent a flash of blinding, paralyzing ecstasy through Gaz's mind, tearing every last bit of her sanity to shreds to leave behind nothing but her Nigger Daddy's immaculate and ruinous cockmeat.

Her body slumped back, her tits steadily swaying as her outstretched tongue continued to quiver with her whimpers, aftershocks of her orgasms yet wreaking havoc on her bodily senses. It was steady at first, but soon became noticeable to her Daddy, to the camera, and even Anthony. To her Daddy's delight, to Anthony's horror, her already-huge and mouth-watering udders were swelling, those puffy areola, those sensitive little mounds, and even those gumdrop peaks, were darkening. It shouldn't have been possible, but it was happening. Gaz was a prize, as fertile a little snowbunny cow as could be found, and her Daddy's reward for finding her, for claiming her, now trickled forth, as creamy beads, then gentle sprays of her honey-sweet mother's milk drenched his chest, the mound in his hand gushing out against his palm.
[21:59] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Sorry for the wait, I always go a little long on impregnation posts.)
[22:00] The Stag: (Now that, is a beautiful looking post!)
[22:13] The Stag: It was like a fountain had begun to pump it's never ending reservoirs of water deep in to her waiting womb, but instead of that paltry clear liquid that could be compared to Anthony's weak dribble of seed... this fountain was made of thick hot tar, caking the walls of her womb in such rich, virile gallons of that nigger's glorious breeding nut. Every ounce, every monstrously aggressive tadpole worked on only one thing, to ensure that her eggs, every one of them would belong to this beast. To belong to her daddy's insatiable nigger dick, and his molten hot orgasmic loads of potent African nut.

He owned her, not only by dint of his prowess, or by the fact he had said it, but by the fact her body could enjoy no other than this behemoth of black godhood, this monstrously vicious ebony conqueror that had come and claimed her with his black fleshy spear, to end her pure pale blood line and reduce her genes to nothing but the home for new black warriors in this wonderful war on white fertility. His hands moved, not content to stay in one place for more than a moment, to grab her hips, wrapping his fingers around her as more of his siesmic tidal wave continued to leave her womb a stretched and ruined breeding pit for his super African seed. Or to those tits, crushing them, pulling, twisting on them as he milked the new darkening fleshy nipples like they belonged in his palms to be stress toys for his amusement. Those enormous jugs, those titanic pale tits were being remade for this nigger, and his offspring to feast on whenever they pleased.

And there was nothing Anthony could do, as his own pitiful dollop of a load came dribbling from the tip of his tiny white thimble. His eyes were blank, almost hollow from the shame. There was nothing left for him, having lost the love of his life to her true, higher purpose. Her life as the breeding socket, brood pig, squeeling cum drenched nigger worshiping bitch that her daddy always deserved. His life might as well have ended there, as he watched that god of black flesh begin to lift her up, picking her up off of his cock to throw her easily over his shoulder, his hand clenched on her ass as his cock swayed down between his thighs.

"Best say goodbye. Cause this fucking bitch is coming home with me, think she'll make a good cow, being milked every day around this old black dick." He smirked, his hand slapping off of her ass as he looked her bare, broken flesh over, his Snowbunny cow, his broken fleshy thick uddered cunt swung over his shoulder. "And you better get used to worshiping Daddy's fuckin' nigger dick like the retarded jizzpig you are, cause I ain't done breaking this pussy open by a fuckin longshot."
[22:37] Cam-Slut Gaz This was just the beginning of her evening, of her new life. There was nowhere else for her to go now, nothing left of her that could be of use to anything, anyone, other than her Nigger Daddy, the owner of the spunk-bloated womb that still ached and quivered long after he'd ceased minutes later. Delighted, soft, whimpers leaked out of her clutching throat, shivers driving their way up her body each time the squeeze of those heavy hands wrung a fresh spray of mother's milk from her puffy, swollen, teats. It was only fitting, of course, that he enjoy her milk: after all, they belonged to him now, he was the one who'd made them this way, who'd made her this way, and taught her the meaning of her true place in this world. The night was still young, and from the look of things, from the sensation of that still-turgid rod thumping away within her depths, jostling the heavy udders that still wrapped around that bulge, he was only just getting started.

She squealed with delight, that bulge finally retreating from her battered and broken form, from the reshaped and repurposed cock-cozy that he'd turned her once-pristine, tiny little cunt into. It was just his baby-chute now, a pleasantly squeezing, heated, and needy little cock-milker and breeding basket for his use, and his use only. He tossed her up onto his shoulder with ease, and there she slumber, her teats slapping against the broad expanse of his muscular back, dribbling milk down the crevices and delineations of that musculature. Her swollen, bright-red cuntlips glinted with residual nectar towards the camera, those writhing globs of wet-cement nigger seed visibly stretching, gouging her out even now, too thick, to sticky to even dribble out, gunking and clogging her up from entrance to ovaries. It was nothing short of devastation, the sort of unmerciful might the likes of which Anthony could never have even dreamed of mustering, if only it could have been different, if only...

Gaz's face was turned to the camera at first, mouth still agape, eyes still unfocused, hazy with exhaustion and oversexed ruin, struggling even to begin to focus as Anthony's desperate and broken expression filled the screen just feet away. She quaked upon the shoulder of her conqueror, the lingering pulses of crashing ecstasy putting the finishing touches on the job as the lingering gobs of that sticky, smothering nigger-spunk drenched and clung to the ravaged remnants of her repurposed love-tunnel. Even still she was cumming, trembling, crying out softly with all the energy she had left as the slightest kick and twitch of that corrupting womb-wrecker stirred up her overstimulated womb by the battering assault of that heavy crown.

"W-wait... A-anthony..." Anthony's eyes went wide at the sound of his name, a voice, seemingly untainted, trembling out of his love. He leaned in towards the camera, needing to know what she was going to say. Suddenly, she stirred against her Daddy's shoulder despite her exhaustion, her eyes going wide with a split-second of surprising lucidity at first, her lips forming a shocked 'o' for the faintest instant before that single flash of consciousness gave way to a more fitting expression. Anthony would wished he'd never hoped, wished he'd tuned out the stream without ever wondering if she could have still been saved.

"Nghuh! Nyooo... S-shave meee.... Ple-ngh~! Pleash nyuuUUUuu~! Guh...ah-aaahn~! Oooh~!" At last the protest had been snuffed out, the final, straggling, scraps of self-worth, of purity, of dignity, sought out and decimated by those relentless nigger sperms. Her teeth clenched in the grim, broken, and giggling rictus of a fuck-broken breedslut, her eyes rolling back wholly into her skull as her whole body stiffened once more with a groan. Her muscles seized, her hips tensed and convulsed as the lancing pain of her ovaries being branded, engraved by the raw, scalding heat of that conquering seed permanently repurposed her fertile core for his use, and his use only. A perfect, clear spade ruthlessly burned into her ovaries, an identical brand bearing her Daddy's initials slowly appearing over her left udder as well amidst a spray of mother's milk.

"Y-yesssss Daddy~ Goodbye Anthony~!" She was done, and Anthony had bore witness to the finishing blow. The hulking nigger turned, and as he did Anthony saw it, another brand, identical to the one he'd, mortified, watched appear on her breast, fresh and perfectly marked over her womb, even the pain of that ruthless carving having wrung yet one more parting climax from her, the clenching spasms of her spraying, gushing cunt squeezing out a single, fresh, glue-thick glob of her Daddy's baby-batter to slooooowly drool down, unbroken, to the carpet below.

"Th-thank you Daddy. Thank you for m-making my w-worthless ex Anthony watch you b-brand my egg-factories with you African baby-g-gunk! P-please ne-never stop breeding me~ I...I want t-to give birth to your s-superior nigger babies until my body b-b-breaks~"

With that, she was gone...
[22:38] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Hope you like it~!)
[22:39] The Stag: (That, was by far, the best damn scene I have had in years. =p)
[22:40] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Aww, well thank you! Let me know what you think of the ending too, it's kind of my specialty xD)
[22:42] The Stag: (Absolutely delightful. It was deliciously sweet in a way, for her at least. Her new found nigger daddy is going to wind up 'loving' her quite a bit before long. Of course, he shows his love by hard ferocious cockslaps, gropes, brutal fuckings and hard breedings. Hopefully she's happy helping end the white bloodline with her newly turnt womb.)
[22:44] The Stag: (I'm glad to have gotten the chance to play out this scene, blacking Gaz has been on my to do list for a long time. And good fucking lord, you nailed it with that over sized pair of white tits bouncing off that dumb cows fucking chest while she got her womb bred by that super nigger daddy.)
[22:44] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Always glad to hear that my partners enjoyed a scene! Been a while since I've had such a long RP session, but well worth the time spent!)
[22:44] The Stag: (I'm glad you enjoyed it! I was afraid my skills had begun to slip, honestly! It's been so long since I did such a long detailed scene.)
[22:44] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Oh stop it! I'm flattered though, glad I could help you check that one off the bucket-list!)
[22:45] Cam-Slut Gaz: (I've noticed that it just takes some warmup smut to get the creative juices flowing.)
[22:45] The Stag: (That cum bucket list is still long, and in need of a few more good fucks to go. Gaz still needs to show off her new baby belly and her spades around town some day.)
[22:45] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Even when I take hiatuses, it tends to come back to me shortly after I start up again!)
[22:46] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Oho~ Well, I'd love to help you pare down that list, though in my experience those ones tend to grow faster than they can be trimmed down xD)
[22:46] The Stag: (Same, normally I'm back in the swing of it with a few good posts. Would you believe though, I started RP barely able to do two lines, and couldn't spell half the words I wrote? =p)
[22:46] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Oh I understand completely. I started off RPing on Chatango yeeeeeears ago.)
[22:47] The Stag: (OH, that's fine. I mean. There's always more wombs to be blacked, after all. And I'm sure Gaz will be proud to help convert a whole gang of black bred bitches for this old hung nigger god.)
[22:47] The Stag: (I was on Rabbit Hole, and the old White Wolf Digichats, had a lot of fun back in the day doing that. Was a bit less lewd then too.)
[22:48] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Just out of curiosity, what are some of the names on that list?)
[22:50] The Stag: (Let's see. Velma, April, All the Titan girls. Farah, Opala, Osira, Lee Kanker by Bigdad, Mandy by Bigdad. Oh, a thousand more, that are just pictures. I absolutely love cheating scenes, especially ones involving 'soul mates' only to have that bond of the soul corrupted by a potent, monster black superior nigger dick.)
[22:51] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Ahh, gotcha gotcha. I've already got some ideas starting to brew, but I'll save 'em for next time. I hate to tease without intending to follow up soon.)
[22:51] The Stag: (Oh, no, I love a good tease myself. Nothing better than giving a hint to keep the blood boiling.)
[22:51] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Anywho, I will undoubtedly get around to your Guestbook and adding you to my own notables tab at some point, so feel free to do the same for me!)
[22:51] Cam-Slut Gaz: (Or we can swap entries, everyone's a bit different with that stuff!)
[22:52] Cam-Slut Gaz: Also I meannnnn
[22:52] Cam-Slut Gaz:
[22:52] Cam-Slut Gaz:
[22:52] The Stag: (Damn right I will, that was amazing. Can't wait to put something down. It depends, would you wrather write yours for me? I'm fine writing my own. =p)
[22:52] Cam-Slut Gaz: We'll have a lot to work with methinks~)
[22:52] The Stag: Oh yeah. There's a lot of good here. I think we're going to get along pretty great with this.
[22:53] Cam-Slut Gaz: If you're game to write it then write away! I've just met people who wanted actual quotes from their partners in their profile play instead of just write-ups.
[22:53] Cam-Slut Gaz: But I can cover in that in the guestbook, so no worries on that note.
[22:54] The Stag: I like to write up my thoughts about it, it's fun. =p Yeah, the Guestbook is a good place to throw a quote down. Though, going to be hard to make a quote good enough for that squealing niggerstuffed fuckpig.
[22:55] The Stag: Fuck though, love that damn orange sweatered fat tit cow. And those teen sluts, well, they need some dicking. Some black dicking. There's no real way to deny it.
[22:55] Cam-Slut Gaz: Oh they're gonna get it if I have any say in the matter!
[22:56] Cam-Slut Gaz: Alright, already got you friended, so time for me to head off and grab some dinner!
[22:56] Cam-Slut Gaz: Expect lewdness in your Guestbook soon.
[22:56] Cam-Slut Gaz: Twas a pleasure smuttin' with ya~
[22:56] The Stag: And time for me to get to bed. Been working on getting rid of this cold, and got to build a fence tomorrow morning. =p
[22:56] The Stag: Been a pleasure blacking that bubbly fucksocket up!