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Title: Mommy’s Birthday
\nCommissioned by: Jack Spade
\nCategories: Original
\nCharacters: Mr Andres, Tony, Darius, Mick the Clit, Ann, Andrew, Sophia
\nTags: BNWO, VWD, Blackdom, Maledom, Raceplay, Snuff, Gore, Sadism, Gangbang, Breeding, Rough Sex, Anal, Penetration, SPH, Spit, Piss
\nAlternate Title: Happy Birthday, Bye Bye Daddy
\nStarted: 31/12/2022
\nFinished: 08/01/2023

Ann – A curvy mature white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a bright pink oversized nightdress with a picture of the Disney princess Tiana on it, stood on top of her slave girl, Charlotte’s, neck. 5ft 3in short with a Queen of Spades tattoo over her neck. C cup breasts.

Sophia – A skinny eleven-year-old girl and she was the spitting image of her mother, her blonde locks tied back into a pair of pigtails, she wore a yellow crop top with a matching miniskirt which barely came past her thighs. 4ft 8in.

Andrew – A thinly built ten-year-old boy with blue eyes and brown hair; he wore a pair of denim short shorts with a pale feminine blue crop top. 4ft 6in. 4in cock.

Mick – A middle-aged white man with brown hair and muddy brown eyes, wearing a strapped pink vest with heartline dip exposing a Jack or Spades tattoo over his chest and pink spandex pants which clung to his body, decorated with a tiny bulge. 5ft 4in. 3in cock.

Andres – A 28-year-old black muscular man with black grade one hair, he wears a black tank top and very loose-fitting dark grey joggers. 6ft 5in. 12in cock.

Tony – 27-year-old black muscular man with black spiky hair, wearing a black vest and dark grey joggers. 6ft 3in. 10in cock.

Darius – 30-year-old black muscular man, blad with rugged stubble and a white genocide tattoo on his right arm, wearing a black vest and dark grey joggers. 6ft 3in. 10in cock.

“Happy Birthday mommy!” Sophia yelled as she handed her mother a brightly wrapped present, nearly jumping into her lap. The skinny eleven-year-old was bouncing on her heels, her blonde pigtails swinging every which way.

“Aw thank you, honey,” Ann said with a wide smile, sneaking a knowing glance at her husband as she took the present and began to unwrap it, behind the colourful paper wrappings was a black box like one would expect to find a necklace in. she pushed the box open with a flick of her thumb and gasped, inside the box was a black collar with a silver tag with a divot in it, beneath the words ‘White Slut.’

“Oh, thank you, I love it!” Ann squealed, wrapping her arms around her little girl and pulling her into her lap, sending her husband a smile. “Honey, can you help me put it on?”

“Yes!” Sophia piped, pride swelling in her small bosom as she took the collar from her mother. Ann turned to face the side of the living room and Sophia brought the collar around her neck, buckling it when it was just tight enough to apply a little pressure to her windpipe.

Ann turned and angled her neck to show off her new collar.

“It looks beautiful on you mommy,” Andrew said shyly, staring at the silver tag catching the light.

Knock-Knock

All eyes turned to the living room doorway and out into the corridor. Ann looked back to Mick, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Did you invite someone? Ooh did you get me that stripper from Bob’s castration?” she asked, her voice rising into a girlish giggle of excitement and she actually bounced in her armchair, making her little girl smile and look back at her mother in amusement.

“Better,” Mick said, winking at the birthday girl, he stood from where he knelt on the carpet and headed towards the front door. His heart was pounding with a cocktail of fear and excitement. This was it. He saw three shimmering silhouettes through the frosted glass. Very large silhouettes. He swallowed dryly and unlocked the door and opened it.

Three men stood on their doorstep, each towered over Mick despite the slight height advantage the step gave him. The one in the middle had black hair buzzed down to the minimum, and his dark lips formed a smirk that made Mick want to run and hide. He wore a tight black top that clung to his muscles and abs making the white man feel beyond inadequate and dark grey joggers that hung loose on his lower body but even so it clearly showed the outline of his limp large cock, he was easily over a foot taller than him. To his left was a man carrying an expensive-looking bulky camera over one shoulder, Mick doubted he could lift it, he had spiky black hair and wore identical clothing, he wasn’t as muscular but still looked like he could twist Mick like a pretzel and that last of the trio wore the same joggers but wore a black vest, he was bald with rugged masculine stubble coating his cheeks and chin, he had a White Genocide tattoo on his upper arm and held a large boom mike in one hand. These were real men.

“You the faggot?” the middle man asked, striding over the threshold and knocking Mick back, he barely came up to the man’s chest, his small dick twitched as he suddenly felt intensely vulnerable.

“Y-Y-“

The man slammed his giant hand into his chest, pinning Mick to the corridor wall. He coughed as the breath was pushed out of his lungs.

“Your wife here?”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out, he looked to the door leading to the living room and nodded. The man looked to the door and released him, Mick gasped as the air flowed easier and he nearly fell to the floor as his legs took his weight again. The towering man strode through the door, swiftly followed by his colleagues.

Was this what it was like to have superiors break in and mug you? Mick’s tiny dick strained against the spandex, he wanted to drop to his knees and kiss their feet. This was so hot.

“Oh my…” Ann breathed, her mouth opening as the giant of a man stepped into the room, her eyes slid down his muscular physique and when she saw the outline of his cock, she felt her pussy start to warm and moisten. Then two more appeared and her legs opened, her daughter dropping in the space between them, she wanted to push her to the floor and let the men destroy her pussy. But it would be hotter if they threw her out of the way first.

Her pitiful excuse of a husband stepped in behind them. Like all white males, he was weak and pathetic but next to these Adonises? She didn’t know how she could even stand to look at him.

“We’re here to dispose of your…husband,” the first arrival handed her a sheet of paper, with shaky hands she took it and stared at the print, she couldn’t read it she was so excited. But she recognized the VWD logo at the top of the page, and she looked at the faggot.

“Happy birthday,” he said with a quivering smile, his tiny erection pitching a tiny tent.

“You didn’t!”

“He did, it’s disposal day, Tony get that camera rolling the sooner the pre-interview is over the sooner this faggot is gone and the sooner we can breed this bitch!”

“Breed!” Ann squeaked, opening her legs wider and subconsciously sliding down her chair edging her daughter closer to the edge.

The man with the camera, Tony, flicked the switches on the side of the camera and turned it to face Andrew.

“How does it feel knowing your dad is going to die today?” Tony asked, focusing the lens.

His pitiful pale cheeks turned pink as he averted his gaze, his semi twitching at the giant man’s words. He swallowed.

“Err happy,” Andrew stammered nervously.

“Bet you can’t wait for your turn eh?” Tony laughed, Tony flinched, his head snapping around to stare wide-eyed into the camera, his little stiffy hardening, “Ha ha you really can’t!” the man jeered as he angled the camera down and focused the lens onto the small bulge in his straining against the denim of his shorts.

Sophia giggled and the camera swiftly turned to her.

“And what about you little lady?” Tony teased.

“Excited!” Sophia piped, bouncing in place, “are you going to dispose of Drewy too?”

Andrew felt his bulge throb again. He wanted to strip there and then.

The man’s laugh made him feel smaller. Like the bug he was.

“That’s up to your mother, but let’s do your fag of a dad first.”

“Okay!” Sophia cheered, thrusting her little fist into the air.

“So cute, even when they’re so little they know whitebois are only for disposal,” Andres, the largest of the men said.

“She’s a good girl,” Ann said and the camera turned to face her, Tony twisting the lens to focus it on her face and her flushed cheeks.

“And how do you feel, ma’am?” Tony asked, his tongue sliding between his lips and stroking his upper lip.

“Mmm wet,” Ann moaned, her thighs closing a little on their own, she was already starting to leak.

“Haha, just wait until we start!” Andres laughed.

“Mmm, I can’t wait,” Ann moaned, eyeing the large man up, “can I touch myself as you do it?”

Andres stepped closer to Ann and placing one hand on the top of the armchair and another on the arm, he leaned over the horny milf. She stared up at him, her eyes glimmering with lust, and she swallowed nervously.

“You can do whatever you want bitch, but you better not cum before his pathetic white body has gone limp, can’t have you getting exhausted before we stuff your cunt can we,” Andres whispered, his voice deep, commanding, threatening – Ann moaned, her pussy throbbing with desire.

“Yes sir,” Ann moaned.

SLAP

Ann’s head whipped around from the force of the sudden strike. Her flushed cheek darkened from a deep pink, to a dark red, to a darkening blue, before swelling into a fitting purple shade of a bruise. Her nipples were visible through her nightdress.

“That’s Master,” Andres said, maintaining eye contact with the white slut.

Trembling. Her heart hammering with excitement and fear. Ann nodded her head.

“Yes Master,” Ann breathed, squirming in her seat, wishing he would jump her right here and fuck her in her chair in front of her husband and children. To fuck her until she broke. That’s how she’d want to go, death by black cock. Just the thought made her squeeze her thighs shut to resist the siren song of orgasm.

Tony grinned. He’d got it all on tape and this bitch was going to love watching the footage back. He bet she wished that bruise was permanent. He turned the camera onto the white pig of the hour. The father.

“Well, piggy how does it feel knowing you’re about to be slaughtered and your wife is going to be fucked until she can’t walk and her pussy is so full of cum she’ll birth octuplets?” Tony smirked.

“I-It f-fee-“

“On your knees pig,” Tony interrupted, Mick flinched at his harsh tone and shakily dropped to his knees and looked up at the giant man, he didn’t even reach his crotch. He really was inferior. His bulge throbbed. “Squeal piggy, how does it feel?”

“I-It f-feels s-scary a-and h-hot and-“

“Enough, let’s get on with this, the sooner the fag’s dead the sooner this cunt’s sucking our tailpipes!” Andres shouted, cutting the white pig off.

Tony moved the camera to focus on Ann again. She was breathing heavily and was already groping her left breast.

“How do you want it done? Fast and brutal, or slow and agonizing?” Andres asked, leaning down again, his face inches from hers, his hot breath caressing her face and making her lips feel oddly dry. Anna swallowed.

“S-Slow and a-agonizing,” Ann moaned, leaning in for a taste.

Andres shot forward and captured her lips, roughly smacking them with his before biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Ann moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the bitterness of her blood and the force of his powerful lips and tongue making her legs tremble. He pulled away; his lips stained with a blush of her blood.

She was so hot. Ann opened her legs making her nightie ride up.

“Can I take my panties off si-Master?” Anna asked, correcting herself, Andres smirked.

“How would you like him to die? We have several slow methods. Drowning, in water or piss? Covered in oil and burned? Spitted and barbequed? Beaten to a pulp? Cut and bled dry? Suffocation? Electrocution? We could get the brazen bull out the back of the van? Or dealer’s choice?”

“Dealers choice,” Ann answered immediately, “I want you to do everything you want to him before he dies, mmm make it last…mmm please can I take them off Master?” she begged.

“Hmm…” Andres looked thoughtful for a moment, “I’ll let you take them off if you and the kids start his disposal,” he said with a dark gleam in his eyes.

“Can we really?” Sophia gasped, her little eyes lighting up with excitement and delight.

Andres nodded to Ann and Sophie turned her pleading gaze to her mother. She swallowed and nodded. Andres smirked.

“Get positioned you two, I’ll get some tools ready,” Andres said, Tony started getting the perfect position for the camera for the ideal shot while Darius, the remaining man carrying the boom mike started setting up the necessary equipment.

Andres stepped into the kitchen and turned to the hob. With the twist of a dial and the flick of a switch, the large bottom left hop erupted into life with a ring of blue fire. Next, he turned to the chopping block containing the sharp knives. He took four knives from the block, the boning knife, the cleaver, the chef’s knife and finally one of the pairing knives.

Holding each handle between his large fingers he held the blades over the fire in a parody of Wolverine. The flames rose higher, licking the sharp steel. The crackers appeared in the kitchen doorway and timidly stepped in, their eyes locked on the four knives. Once he was happy with the knives he thrust his hand at the trio, loving how the children flinched back.

They knew he could easily gut them and he doubted the mother would do anything but moan and beg to suck his cock. Even if she did try to make a fuss there was nothing she could do. After all who cares about some white pigs.

Timidly the girl took the boning knife, careful to only touch the bit of handle Andres had left exposed. Next was the boy, he took the small pairing knife, how fitting. Then the slut took the chef’s knife, her hand trembling. Oh, he was going to enjoy pounding her pussy later. Andres’s grip shifted and he took hold of the handle of the cleaver with expert dexterity.

“Now, let’s go cut that faggot,” Andres commanded, the family turned and with hastened steps went back to the living room.

Mick was now naked, kneeling in the middle of the room. The light from the open curtains shone on him. He had a bit of gut that hid half of his cock from view. On his knees, it was easy to tell his hair was thinning. He was long past his prime. This pig should have been made into dog food a good twenty years ago before he had the chance to breed.

“Now, who wants to go first?” Andres asked.

“Me! Me! ME!” Sophia yelled, jumping up and down with the hand holding her knife in the air. Darius laughed at the girl. She was certainly eager.

“Then go ahead,” Andres ordered.

Sophia danced over to the kneeling faggot and hesitated for a moment as she considered where she should cut. Then with a sudden burst of movement, she thrust the boning knife down into the top of his gut. The smell of cooking flesh began to fill the air as the white flesh around the knife began to fizz

“Ahhh!” Mick cried out, his eyes watering.

“Take the knife out,” Andres ordered, Sophia obeyed, the wound was almost completely scabbed, small thick spurts of blood oozed out but it wasn’t heavily bleeding, cauterized by the burning steel.

The pig was breathing heavily now, trying to regain control of himself, hunched over, tears streaming down his cheeks already.

“Scream again faggot and I’ll cut one of those tiny balls off next,” Andres threatened, his smirking growing and becoming more dangerous as Mick pressed his lips together and gusts of trembling breath erupted from his nose.

“Now who wants to go next?” Andres asked, looking down at Andrew who was now looking down at his father and his stiffy was very uncomfortable in his short shorts. He took a shaky step forward.

The pig did his best to smile at his son to encourage him. At his current height, it was easy for him to notice his son’s small bulge, it made his own clit twitch with pride and lust. He couldn’t have hoped for more for his son.

Andrew raised the pairing knife and hesitated, wondering where to cut. The pig began to worry his son would chicken out. Andrew brought the knife down and buried it to the hilt in the pale white flesh of the porker’s inner thigh.

As before the sound of sizzling and the smell of cooking bacon filled the air. The faggot grit his teeth, moaning through tight lips as he fought the need to scream out in pain.

Andrew tightened his grip to pull the knife back out.

“Twist it,” Andres ordered, the ice in his voice made a shiver of fear and pleasure tickle up his prepubescent spine.

“Mmm God,” Ann moaned, squirming in place, grinding her thighs together, this was making her so wet.

Andrew adjusted his hold and with a great effort began to twist the knife to one side then the other, slowly edging the hot steel back out. Like working out a stubborn tooth. Slow and painful. The white pig moaned louder into his sealed lips, eyes scrunched shut as he forced his screams back.

Ann found herself hoping he’d cry out in pain, she wanted to see her new Master take one of his useless balls. The thought made her imagine the faces of Andrew and Sophia on each of his testicles as Master took the knife to one of them. Cum drooled down her inner thighs, who would he choose. Fuck this was so hot.

The knife came out and Ann’s useless husband let out a compact groan of relief and pain. Just as before the blood was scabbed and cauterised by the knife.

Andrew stepped back.

Andres leaned in close to Ann, his firm chest pressing into her back. She moaned and looked up at him, pupils dilated with lust. He leaned closer. She could feel his hot masculine breath on her ear. Her pale knees began to quake, knocking into one another and staining each other with her carnal honey.

“It’s your turn.”

She weakly lifted the chef’s knife, hands trembling with anticipation.

“No, with this,” he held the hatchet up in front of her, and her eager flushed reflection stared back at her.

She looked at her Master unsure.

“Cut them off.”

Her eyes widened and she felt her pussy throb with desire. Trembling more than before she took the steaming hatchet with her free hand and handed the chef’s knife to her Master.

“Good girl, good kitten,” Andres whispered into her ear, her shoulders pulled back as a pleasurable shiver trailed up her spine and she stepped daintily over to her kneeling husband.

He looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. He could barely make her out in his shimmering vision. She squatted down in front of him, balancing herself on her toes. He flinched as her warm fingers nipped the tip of his tiny clit.

Even Andrew was bigger than him.

Her breasts bounced with her deep breaths. Her mouth felt very dry. She’d dreamed about doing this ever since they were married. Now it was finally the time.

Anna pressed the edge of the hatchet against the underside of his clit, her pussy throbbing when she heard the man squeak and flinch at the hot sensation. She slowly began to apply pressure. A thin red line appeared and blood began to slowly seep onto the burning metal, immediately drying into dark clumps. She would have to frame the hatchet when they were done. Mmm, maybe she’d do the same to her little Andrew someday. Her pussy throbbed again.

She pulled his clit down against the flat of the hatchet. Just one clean cut.

“Say goodbye to your clit piggy,” Ann whispered and she sliced clean through the soft skin.

The pig fell back squealing in pain as the sensitive wound burned, Ann, pressed the flat of the hatchet over the wound for good measure. She wanted this to last. If she wanted him to bleed out she’d have begged her Master to string him up by his feet and slit his neck so he could bleed out like a real pig.

When she pulled the hatchet away the wound made her both wince and moan.

“I guess without a clit you won’t need these anymore, not that you ever really needed them,” Ann said taking his balls into her hand and starting to play with them, bouncing them in her palm and rolling them with her fingers. She began to lightly squeeze them. Slowly increasing the pressure.

His squealing got worse.

“Do you?” Ann pushed.

“No! No! I don’t!” the pig shouted; she could hear the agony in his throat as his muscles pitifully contracted to make his voice sound domineering – it was pathetic.

She considered making him beg her but she would much rather get back to watching what her new Master would do to her little fag. She squeezed his scrotum until the blue bag turned bright red and his squealing started again. She raised the hatchet in her spare hand and brought it down hard slicing his ball sack clean away and using the flat of her tool to cauterize the wound.

“Guess we can’t call you Mick the Clit anymore,” Ann giggled.

She nearly fell back to her knees as she stood back up. She was so wet. Her legs were shivering. She needed to be fucked and fucked hard. She needed to be fucked so hard she might die. No, she needed to die. She needed to be fucked to death. She crushed the worm and balls in her hand as she felt another carnal shiver shoot through her making her buck her hips, flashing her Master and her piglet children her wet shaved pussy.

Her Master approved.

“Now comes the fun part,” Andres smirked, stepping past Ann, his free hand falling down to spank her horny ass hard enough to leave a bruised imprint of his hand that would last for months, earning a sexy yelp from the white harlot.

Andres didn’t waste any time, he raised the chef’s knife over his head and with all his strength plunged it into the wound that once housed his wormy clit, burying it to the hilt and savouring the pig’s screams of pain. He left the knife in there and raised his foot before proceeding to stomp on the faggot’s wrist.

Its crack echoed around the room and silenced his screams with a fresh wave of agony and fear

“I said no screaming faggot,” Andres spat, decorating his tear-stained face with his holy saliva.

The disposal tech squatted on the floor next to his prey and pulled back his fists.

SMACK

He drove his fists into the fag’s face, first one cheek then the other, alternating his fists, increasing the power with each thrust. His neck audibly cracked as it whipped from side to side with the overwhelming power of a true man’s strength.

SMACK

His cheeks swelled with dark splodgy bruises, his eyes slowly pushing themselves closely with the swelling of the rest of his face.

SMACK

CRACK

SPLODGE

Andres stopped his punching and pulled back his now bloodied fist. He hadn’t just broken the pig’s nose, he’d smashed it.

Mick’s face was now just one big bruise. He looked like he belonged in a horror film. His cheeks and forehead had swelled to three times their size and darkened to the point he resembled a hairless brute of a gorilla. His eyes were pressed almost completely shut apart from the smallest of gaps and his nose was flat against his face, blood cascading down his face and into his mouth as he took forced pained breaths. He was like some kind of fleshy grotesque gargoyle.

“Mmm fuck that’s hot,” Ann moaned, groping at her breasts again while her other hand hiked up her nightdress so she could stroke her moist swollen slit.

Andres smirked and glanced back at the horny milf.

“Then you’re going to love this, I’m going to break every inch of him.”

Andres took hold of the fag’s arm and stretched its limit before twisting it so his palm facing the floor. His bloody grip was like a vice and he raised his booted foot again and stomped down hard. Another audible crack shrieked into the room as the faggot’s arm bent the wrong way and a shard of bone pierced his skin.

Mick whaled out in pain again. His agony was somewhat muffled by the gargling of his own blood as he tried not to choke on it.

“So weak, your bones break so easily,” Andres mocked, lifting his boot again and stomping the fag’s hand, shattering the frail bones in three of his fingers. The pig squirmed on the floor, coughing up spurts of blood as he tried to continue his agonized cries.

He pulled back the steel-toed boot again.

CRACK

The sound of the faggot’s neck cracking as his head whipped around filled the room, a very noticeable indent was made in his swollen cheek, a trickle of blood slowly filling the space as he turned his head back to look up at his better.

“Hold your tongue or I’ll rip it out and shove it up your ass!”

“I bet he’d enjoy that,” Darius laughed, briefly lowering the boom mike into the shot and smacking its abused head.

Ann moaned, falling back into her armchair and lifting her nightdress even higher before throwing it to the floor and groping at her now naked breasts, staining them with the blood from her faggot’s clit.

Andres walked to the fag’s foot.

“Stretch your foot all the way bitch, like a ballerina.”

The fag obeyed.

Darius stomped. Hard.

BANG

The piglets flinched. It sounded like a gunshot as the joint of the pig’s ankle broke and cracks spread up his leg bone. Its bloody mouth opened in a silent scream. Its other leg kicked out as he struggled to process the pain.

Andres jumped.

BANG

The faggots knee shattered under Andres’s heel. He nearly stumbled forward from the uneven landing but maintained his dignified composure. When he stepped off the fag’s leg, the knee looked like a deflated grapefruit with shards of bone poking out and blood slowly pumping out of it as the flesh darkened, staining the cream carpet beneath him.

The cracker brought his still healthy hand to his mouth, pushing his knuckle to his teeth as he tried not to scream. His breathing became more haggard as each breath was filtered through a river of blood and his own hand. His chest rose higher as he struggled to suck in the needed air.

“You’re going to die today fag.”

BANG

Andres shattered its elbow, stomping on the bend hard and forcing its fist into its bloody mouth. The pig gagged and gasped, rolling onto his side and screaming in agony, small bloody white chips tumbled out of its mouth.

Andres grabbed the unbroken wrist and forced the fag to stretch its broken arm. It screamed. Andres lifted his boot again.

BANG

The lower arm broke easily, more splintered bone tearing through the ugly white flesh.

CRACK

The wrist and the back of the hand broke, the fingers writhing against the darkening carpet, sticking out of the sides of Andres’s boot. He slowly applied more pressure. The fingers became more frantic, slapping against the bloody fibres like worms begging for mercy.

He raised his other boot increasing the pressure and just when the fingers bent to slap the carpet again.

CRAC K

The joints shattered under his boot. When he finally stepped off the hand it looked more like minced meat in a deflated purple balloon. Each finger was bent at awkward odd angles, twitching weakly. There was still some life left. Not for long.

He stepped over its head, hocked back a loogie and spat on the faggot’s face. The thick wad of saliva splashed on what was left of its pulpy nose.

“I’m going to give you one last present fag,” Andres’ said, his large hand sliding into his waistband and pulling out his monster, 12 inch cock. “You get to see a real cock before you die,” he angled the member to point right at the fag, letting it admire his tip as he rolled the skin back and began to piss.

Ann moaned as the holy golden water crashed into her fag’s face and was reangled to pour into its mouth. Her fag began to gag and gulp, fighting for breath but the piss kept coming. He was going to drown. She slid two fingers into her snatch. He was going to drown in superior piss. It will be the last thing he tastes as his lungs fill with it. Her toes curled as she forced herself to remember her Master had forbid her to cum. At least until it was dead.

“Mmm this is so hot, please kill him already, I need to cum Daddy! Please! Kill him!” Ann begged, her breasts heaving, her nipples coated in a thin layer of its blood.

The stream slowed to drip then nothing.

It was covered in piss; a lot had overflown onto the carpet. But it was still alive.

“Will you fucking die already!” Ann shouted.

Andres grinned.

“Those will be the last words you hear from your wife fag,” he raised his boot again, loving how the faggot flinched and began to tremble again. He slowly placed it on its throat and began to stroke his soft cock. The fag would see what was going to fill and break his new Kitten once it finally expired.

He lifted his other boot and balanced on the fag’s neck.

SLAP

The raised boot slammed into its cheek, forcing it to the side.

STOMP

Its skull cracked under the sudden strike.

“Time to die pig,” he raised his booted foot off his neck.

“Thank you, Mas-“

CRACK!!!

The fag went limp. Its neck shattered under his superior’s boot; blood began to slowly trickle out of his mouth.

“Fuck yes!” Ann screamed, throwing her head back as she came hard, cum squirting out of her cunt and staining the bloodied carpet and splashing her little Andrew’s back startling him and making him turn to look at his mother, his little stiffy standing proud and desperate to join his father’s neck, under Master’s boot.

“You enjoy that, Kitten?” Andres teased.

“Yes Master,” Ann moaned, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

“You know what’s next, Tony Darius get set up in the bedroom, it's time we breed this little cunt.”

The duo laughed and quickly carried the equipment up into the bedroom with practised ease.

“Can I watch you breed mommy?” Sophia begged.

“If you get older,” Andres said, petting her head.

“Pwease,” Sophia pleaded.

SLAP

“Mmm fuck,” Ann moaned as her daughter hit the floor with a loud thud.

“Never make a superior repeat themselves bitch, I should turn you into dog food right now, but you’re a girl so there’s some hope you might be of better use someday. Kiss my boot and apologize.”

Sophia clumsily rushed to reposition herself and started showering every inch of Master’s right boot in kisses. When she looked up her Master smirked, her lips and cheeks were coloured with a blush of pig’s blood. Her eyes were drawn to his naked cock. Good by the time she would be of age, she’ll be drooling for his cock.

“Good bitch, tell you what I’ll let you and your babydick brother sit outside the door and listen.”

“Oh, thank you,” Sophia said and kissed his boot again, her tongue sneaking out like she’d seen mommy do to the better neighbours and licked the top of his boot, burning the leathery taste into her memory.

“Enough now,” Andres said, pushing Sophia away with a firm push by his foot and he stepped to the naked milf, “get on the floor.”

Ann dived to the floor on her hands and knees, her plump C cup breasts dangling beneath her like a little cow.

“Get your ass up there Kitten and don’t you dare stand up until I tell you.”

“Yes Master,” Ann crawled out of the room and headed for the stairs, her husband’s murderer close behind her. When they reached the stairs every other step she moaned as she felt the toe of Master’s boot lightly hit her plush ass. She had never been so wet in her life. Not even when her big brother went to the Prom and she got to taste his dog food.

When they reached the bedroom, she looked over her shoulder at her Master, eyeing his hardening cock still hanging out over the waistband of his trousers. She cried out as her Master’s boot slammed into her ass, jolting her into the room.

“On the bed bitch, don’t keep us waiting.”

Kitten crawled onto the bed, her cheeks briefly parting as she widened her legs to flash her pussy and asshole. Tony and Darius had already stripped off, their 10 inch cocks hard and ready to fill her. Whether she liked it or not. Her pussy throbbed, they’d rape her and there was nothing she could do about it, the thought made her moan.

“Someone’s an eager kitty,” Tony laughed.

The disposal techs climbed onto the bed.

Andres was finally naked. Kitten’s eyes glued to his muscular body, devouring every inch of his dark body. He was like a god, no he was a god. And her Lord was going to destroy her pussy completely. Her loins throbbed again.

“Please fuck me,” Kitten breathed out, her nipples were so hard they could cut glass, she arched her back and pushed out her breasts, gripping them in her hands to entice her Master.

SLAP

Kitten gasped as she felt Tony’s large hand slap her bruised ass making her Master’s mark sting. She lowered her upper half to the covers, lifting her ass into the air.

“Fuck the foreplay let’s pound this bitch,” Andres snapped, grabbing Kitten by the underside of her pits and lifting her into the air, earning a startled scream.

Tony lay on the bed beneath her and Andres dropped her, she bounced when she landed on his muscular body, his head right under hers.

“Spread your legs cunt,” Tony ordered, Kitten shivered and opened her thighs until she was straddling the naked Adonis, she moaned as she felt his hard cock pushing into her hip. He was so hard. He could give her a black eye with that thing. She hoped he did. Tony grabbed his shaft and dragged it to her pussy, his wet precum coated tip brushing her slick lips. Tony bucked his hips and buried his cock into her hot wet cunt.

“Oh fuck!” Kitten moaned and as her mouth opened Andres forced his cock into her gaping hole. Her blue eyes widened as she felt the disposal tech’s cock hit the back of her throat. Her throat convulsed, saliva pooling in the back of her throat as her stomach tensed and she began to gip on reflex.

Andres grabbed the back of her hair and tugged making her cry around his cock.

“Suck or die bitch.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Eyes watering, she forced herself to take more of his cock until her lips touched his crotch. Her body convulsed on reflex but she forced herself to remain in position, her movements making her pussy tug on the large cock in her pussy, milking it as her body fought itself for oxygen.

Two big rough hands forced her ass cheeks apart and she felt her stomach drop. Darius drove his cock into her puckering virgin asshole, forcing it to take his girth with the power of a freight train.

She felt like her ass was going to rip in two as he pushed his way in, inch by lovely inch.

“Fwkk mkme!” Kitten moaned around her Master’s cock.

Andres began to slide in and out of her mouth, his grip on her hair hardening, the front of his lower body slamming into her face making her nose and cheeks sting from the blunt strikes as his cock tore its path in her throat. Her lungs burned as her breasts bounced. Small gasps of air trickled into her mouth each time her Master pulled back.

Tony began to thrust, making her bounce above the surface of her bed, making her ass and pussy squeeze the cocks inside her, flexing as it instinctively tried to milk them.

This was what she was made for. Her purpose in life. To serve black cock.

Andres’s hand snapped around her neck. She gasped, her throat squeezing around his cock and trembling around it. His fingers flexed, applying more pressure before easing off. She could breathe. He was using her as a sex toy.

SLAP

She tried to cry out as she felt Darius’s giant hand spank her ass but no sound would come out. Andres’s grip increased. Was she really going to die sucking on his cock and being filled with so much black dick? Her pussy quivered and convulsed, using all its being to try to suck the cum out of Tony’s cock as she came hard around it, lubricating it with her juices.

Yes, this is how she should die.

Andres hastened his thrusting, each strike getting more painful. She could feel bruises forming on her face and he wasn’t slowing.

His grip around her neck increased. Her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets and his cock began to throb in her throat.

‘Yes! Yes, Master! Cum in my throat! Let me die tasting your cum!’

Her heart was racing, her vision was blurring, and she was close! She could feel every inch and synapse of pleasure of her Masters’ cocks, she’d never felt so alive, so horny, so hot, so wet, fuck she needed this.

‘Kill me, Master! Snuff me out!’

He shot a huge load into her throat, so much the hot, thiiiick, salty liquid flowed back, ballooning her cheeks and drooling out of her lips even as she tried to force her throat to swallow.

Andres released her neck and she gulped, her heart falling that he wasn’t going to choke her out, her heart pounding in her chest. She coughed, cum trickling back up her throat, snot running from her nose as her eyes watered further and she forced herself to swallow the cum back down, she wasn’t going to waste his gift. Even if he had chosen to make her live on, one day she would be disposed of like a proper white slut.

Andres began to pump his cock.

Kitten’s eyes glazed as they were drawn to his tip, mesmerized by the cream-coated slit. More was to cum.

Her ass began to sting as Darius’s cock began to throb, making her anal tract expand and contract with its movements. Both pain and pleasure tingled out from her ass which was soon followed by a hot gooey fullness as he came in her ass. She could feel it start to trickle out of her hole and down her body, her pussy throbbing, squeezing Tony. She was there dirty cumdump!

Beep – Beep

“Fuck!” Darius cursed.

“Another job,” Andres muttered, “let’s finish with this bitch, we’ll come back after if the next one’s lacking.”

“Fine,” Tony spat, beginning to massage his base as the bitch’s cunt continued to try to milk him. It didn’t feel as good as if he’d let it build but he came and filled her with his cum.

Kitten moaned, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensation of a real man’s cum filling her cunt and heading for her womb. Thick warm liquid suddenly splashed over her closed eyes, a second spurt shooting into her open mouth as Andres gave her an impromptu facial.

The next thing Kitten knew she was been thrown off and she slammed on the floor next to the bed as Tony threw her off of him. By the time she was able to open her eyes, her forehead, cheeks and lips glistening with cum her Masters were dressed again, well apart from Andres who’d left his cock hanging out.

They kicked the door open and her children looked up at them, mouths open and cheeks flushed, both soon staring at Andres still semi-hard cum and saliva-covered cock.

“Kiss it and say thank you for disposing of that faggot,” Andres snapped, more annoyed now.

Sophia rushed forward and pressed her lips to his dirty tip.

“Thank you for killing the faggot, can you dispose of Drewy next and breed me?”

Andres laughed.

“If your mother books us again we will, I think you’re gonna make a good disposal girl when you’re older…or good dog meat.”

Ann felt her pussy quiver, more cum dribbling down her inner thigh at the sound of his words, her heart swelling with pride. She noticed a similar, much thinner, trickle slide its way down Sophia’s inner thigh. Ann felt herself getting hotter again.

Andres looked down at Andrew. The small boy, stepped forward and Andres was amused to see he still had his mother’s cum on his back, he leaned in and kissed the underside of his cock.

“Thank you for disposing of daddy,” he said quietly.

Andres nodded.

“Better, Tony you go get the faggot, you’ll get your gem in the post tomorrow, there was something on the forum about it going in a collar but feel free to just toss it, they’re worthless anyway,” Andres said, sliding his cock back into the loose-fitting trousers.

“Thank you, Master,” Ann said, none of the group looked back as they headed off, Tony briefly dipping into the living room for the dead pig.

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