In the back room of a lavish casino, Ningguang met with Yanfei and Yelan, all three women proudly wearing their accessories and tattoos proudly proclaiming their ownership by black men, which was all too fitting given the way they sat atop the laps of black men during their meeting, all three clustered in close together. Yelan's arms were up in the air, her ample hips moving with a steady and hypnotic sway to keep riding the gloriously thick cock of a black man with steady and sultry delight while leaving her oft-exposed armpits free for worship from the other two women.
Ningguang's reverence for her spymaster's armpits was a guiltless pleasure, her fingers grasping the woman's arm to keep it steady while she licked and slurped all over the skin, lapping at the sweat and indulging in the smell. It wasn't quite as fanaticism-inducing as black cock was, but Ningguang nonetheless knew where she belonged and what satisfaction she could find in it. It helped that Yanfei was speaking, leaving her mouth free to work more sloppily at her fascinations while Yanfei's more lazy and idle worship left her free to continue regaling them with her report, which was more of a story than a report by that point.
"... and just as I knew, the laws we wrote were iron-clad. The day after the festival, a line of women were outside of my office asking for legal guidance on how to leave their husbands. It has been almost trivial to have women leave their men if they want to, although some seem very interested by the prospect of staying with their husbands, then having them pay for a lifestyle of reckless sex with black men. Fortunately, the inability for a man to request a divorce means that any man with a vindictive enough wife has a life of misery to look forward to."
Huffing her sweaty pits and riding black cock was enough to keep both women dizzily, hopelessly engaged, clinging forward to anything they could. Black dick in her pussy and Yelan's soft skin to lick and sniff and indulge in so sloppily was a combination Ningguang could not get enough of. Yanfei wasn't as hooked on it, but she was happily sinking in deeper regardless, both women committed to the shaky ecstasy of praising her skin and savouring her body.
"The Liyuan man is humiliated," Ningguang moaned, happy to hear such news while she pulled back from Yelan's pit. "Just as I hoped when we discussed that clause. It is the right of any woman in Liyue to cuckold an inferior man she has had to suffer for too long with, and drain every last bit of money from him while she experiences real pleasure."
"It makes me wish I was married," Yanfei lamented. "Just to toy with a pathetic failure of a man's heart."
"We can crush Liyuan boys' hearts in other ways, as well," Ningguang said, quite proud of herself. "I have been visiting school classes lately, explaining to pre-pubescent girls the new laws, and to boys of the same age that they should abandon hopes of ever having a woman love them. Many have already been learning these lessons at home, seeing the changes with their parents. Success will only come more with each generation. Soon, children will only know a Liyue that endorses black supremacy, and they will grow up in that natural state."
"Just as Yanfei advises on the laws, I am happy to enforce them," Yelan purred. "I received a report from the intelligence officers below me when I docked this morning in Liyue. They have rooted out a lot of dissenters, and what little resistance there is has been eliminated swiftly. In fact..." She purred, rolling her head back and snapping her fingers. "Can we bring in the prisoner?'
"Prisoner?" Yanfei asked.
"A show," Ningguang purred.
Both women pulled away from Yelan's armpits to admire the show. Two women strode into the room, both wearing reverse bunny suits with spade stickers laid over their pussies for modesty, both women proudly wearing tattoos proclaiming their black-owned status, while they dragged a handcuffed and battered man into the private room. The native Liyuan looked tired, feet dragged along the floor. He was naked, and his cock hung pathetically, which drew mocking laughter from the women as he was pulled up right close in front of them.
"Why bring a boy like this in front of me?" Ningguang asked, spitting on his cock, which made it twitch up to life a little bit. "Disgusting."
"This traitor to Liyue has been conspiring to hide his wife from black men," Yelan said in disgust, which made both the women beside her gasp in outrage. Her hips didn't stop rising and falling while she spoke, riding the cock inside of her and continuing to present herself as nothing but proud of her indulgence as she slipped a shoe off of her foot. "He really thought that he could deprive the black men of our city of his lovely wife, and has been found guilty of impeding submission of Liyuan women to black cock."
"My wife," the man groaned, shaking his head, miserable and embarrassed. "You horrible... They... My wife... Why would you do that to her?"
Yelan shoved her foot down against his cock and ground him underneath her stocking-clad heel. "Why what? Why did we have black men rape your wife in front of you until she broke and accepted that black cock is superior? Because that is what she deserves. You're right to try, but not because we showed her the truth. Because when she finally orgasmed for the first time in her life, she confessed how horrible sex with you is." The man began to sob and shake while she ground at his cock, the weight of being reminded of those embarrassments all coming back to him, making him shudder in misery and regret. The verbal abuse had been constant, and now, her foot was in his lap and he was powerless to stop it.
Embarrassingly, he came after mere seconds of her heel grinding against his cock, a gasp of hopeless pleasure hitting him as his head rolled back and the all-consuming weight of embarrassment hit him. HE was powerless to stop it, and that only drew more disgust. Yanfei reached forward and slapped him while Yelan shoved her foot up in his face.
"Clean your mess up, cuck," she told him, a cruel spike of intention and harshness in her voice becoming stranger and harsher, and the poor, hopeless man sobbed his way through licking his drips of cum off of Yelan's foot. "This is the last time you'll ever have a woman make you cum again. Savour it." When she pushed him back, it was with her foot, knocking him over entirely. 'Take him away and cage him up. Twice over." She laughed at the remark, at the dual sentence of his cock being locked up and then a prison cell awaiting him, and the man was left slumped in defeat as her lackeys dragged him off, laughing the whole while. Then, Yelan raised her arms up again, and both women happily sank into her pits once more. "Now, for my real report: the status on the civil war in Inazuma over their own laws on black supremacist free use."
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The news was unfounded: a sweeping law following Liyue's example. The Raiden Shogun decreed what a lot of the people of Inazuma saw as outright madness, changes that seemed to betray all pride for Inazuma and which sounded like the constructed madness of someone who was concerned only with its swift and destructive demise. Overnight, ships upon ships full of black foreigners disembarked onto the island, and by morning, new laws were in effect.
Not only were black men allowed to freely use all women however and wherever they wanted, but women were now legally forbidden from having sex with Inazuman men. By law, sex was to be had only with black men, while the native men of Inazuma were to be caged and mocked. Tattoos were also going to be legally demanded soon as well, insisting that all women mark their skin in worship of black men and embrace a praise that seemed utterly unhinged for its intensity and its insistence across peoples' whole lives. Life in Inazuma had changed radically and changed overnight, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. At least, until the Raiden Shogun was deposed entirely.
Such a decree plunged Inazuma into tensions that everyone involved in the decision knew would lead to war. Civil war was inevitable after a declaration of such sweeping consequence, but the decision stood regardless. If there would be war, then there would be war.
Spade-laden vines ran up Kujou Sara's legs, and her clothes were cut to carve out a cleavage window that exposed the cut-off phrase 'Black Men Only'. Down on her knees in the barracks, she was up early to train them, on their knees with plenty of fat, black cocks shoved into her face. Her troops had been changed out, the Inazuman soldiers who were now the lowest point of society replaced with foreign studs, black mercenaries who were brought in and employed as the standing army of Inazuma. It was a move that came with steep controversy and a lot of crazed spectacle, but it was something that Sara was ready for. Her hands and her mouth worked to indulge in the men's presences, her head spinning with the intoxicating joy of wanting this, embracing the hungers and their ravenous invitations, the desire pulling her in hotter.
"Remember, no cumming," she purred. "Draw it out; I want to see you all improve your stamina." But Sara didn't have to hold back. She was sloppy and erratic in lavishing them and their cocks, every breath she took in heavy with the scent of strong, black masculinity. This was a dreamy treat for Sara to indulge in. "The women of Inazuma are strong and proud. They'll need to be broken in, and you boys need to make sure you have the stamina to rape resisting women into submission and enlighten them." These men did not need stamina training. Sara had gone with the Raiden Shogun expressly to test out the ability of these men both in battle and in raw, sweaty, rutting sessions. They were studs. They were unconquerable on every front of this depraved war they'd soon be launching.
But she needed them to hold out and draw out these deranged passions as long as she could. The sloppy chaos and throbbing indulgence of endless pleasure kept Sara needing more, plunged into the madder hunger and the pleasure taking her deeper, bringing with it weirder and stranger passion, the pleasure to give up to without much concern, the pleasure and the possibilities to give up to, a pleasure that was getting better, wilder, too strange to believe, but she was ready for it. Throwing herself into the beautiful hunger and ferocity of letting this go, Sara wanted to push for more, embracing the pleasure and the frenzy burning through her. She was eager to stroke and slurp, letting the cocks drag against her face.
But the real fun was in sucking. Excessive, sloppy, chaotic sucking, and she was open to the pleasure of giving up fully, embracing the senseless fire that wanted her to give hotter in. Deepthroating the men and throwing herself into messier and sloppier chaos, Sara kept up the pleasures and the pace that burned stranger, an endlessly hungry rush of desires to continue pursuing. Sara gagged harder on the thick cocks she indulged harder in, the pleasure and the heat to give herself up to. Switching around to suck down cock after cock in a fit of blacked devotion kept the men on edge. She got cockslapped and had dicks smearing along her face, had streaks of pre-cum on her skin that brought messier and weirder frustration by the second.
The cocks were so slippery in her hands, covered in her drool while she toyed around with all of them as sloppily as she could. Pumping their dicks added to the excitement, and all that Sara could do was indulge deeper and hotter into this, consumed by the sweet joy of slurping on all these cocks. Everything about these senseless passions made her feel hotter and dizzier, a deeper rush of euphoria and hunger to give herself deeper in to. Throbbing, aching, bubbling passion had her wanting to push on, needing the pleasure and the heat that kept climbing, aching, until the pleasure was just too much to bear. Not for the men, whose patience held strong, but for Sara.
Howling, "Cum all over me!" with hopeless, trembling ecstasy, Sara succumbed to the pleasure and relief of her men cumming all over her face. Having dicks smacked against her cheek or rubbed across her face was a dream come true for Sara, one only made better when the cum began to rain upon her, covering her face, her hair, and her mask in their cum. She was so proud of them, moaning her praises while she tried to scoop the spunk into her mouth, craving its taste and swirling the seed around to savour every drop of it. "Make me reek like used, blacked trash when we march into battle!"
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The fights were right out in the street, the newly recruited army of Inazuma clashing in the streets against the people who refused to bend to black supremacy. Most of the resisting 'soldiers' were women joining the resistance were passionate women, many of whom had seen their husbands and boyfriends arrested for having sex with them. Or women who feared that these principles robbed women of their autonomy and their choice by removing their ability to refuse consent. There was plenty to be angry about to make the women rise up over as they fought for their own independence. Unfortunately, they were Inazuman women in the streets of Inazuma, which meant that the law was not on their side.
Disarmed soldiers were being raped in the streets.
With clothes torn open, the soldiers easily overwhelmed the women resisting them and began to convince them of their wrong-headed ways. Relentless, savage sex took place all over the place, with women mating pressed on the street or being held up against buildings, some bent forward and spitroasted. In every direction, the senseless threat was clear: resistance meant nothing. Women were ganged up on and held down to be fucked and introduced to a new way of thinking, blacked for the first time and learning what their fates were now to be. There was no room for anything else now. The very real and very senseless threat that was now the default state of their loves was one that came crashing down on them.
Some of the women responded positively. 'Why was I fighting against this?" howled one woman whose dress had been torn open, a black man sucking from her breasts while he held her legs up and pounded her into the ground, ravaging her without sense. "Black cock is superior! We're made to be pig whores for these men! I understand now!" Her shrieks of pleasure were loud, carrying over the sky clear above the shrill noise of fighting all around her. Getting mating pressed had her fitfully breaking down, but happy to collapse, happy to fall to pieces under the senseless chaos of giving up hotter, embracing these pleasures harder.
Having all the visceral sex going on around them was a demoralizing distraction. With the actual army of Inazuma all jailed to prevent their uprising, there weren't many trained soldiers anywhere to be found, no battle-hardened instincts to overcome the distractions of noise and chaos on the battlefield. The sounds of shrieking, horrified rape were a horrible mess to listen to, but even more distressing were all the sounds of mindbreaking acceptance, a demoralizing explosion of noise and excitement writhing ever harsher and hotter through the air, making clear something truly senseless and desperate. Nothing here quite made sense, and there was little that could be done to make heads or tails now of it.
One woman watched her sister getting raped, heard her cries for help and the aching, desperate pleas for someone to save her, and her response was to drop her weapons and begin rubbing her cunt with a fit of fixated, fascinated desire. No restraint, no resistance. her thoughts drifted into a fit of molten desire as she watched her sister get violated, falling to her knees in a surrender of her own. "So powerful," the woman remarked, indulging in her sister's violation. The sight of a strong, foreign man in action changed her views immediately, filled her with twisted possibilities and excitements that she felt like she had no good answer for, but she was open now to the indulgence and the surrender of giving up to all of it, moaning loudly through these passions and letting them be her undoing.
And to her sister's chagrin and terror, once the man was done cumming inside of her, her sister scurried forward to suck clean the cock that had despoiled her.
Other women threw their weapons down not to watch, but to surrender. They bent over and fell to their knees, surrendering to black cock right in the streets, conceding their city and their dignity in a fit of offering and acceptance, surrendering to the brutality all around them and accepting that they needed to give in to these endless, senseless depravities. The resistance offered little resistance, and as women begged to be taught about the glory of their lives as free use sluts for black cock, things were only spiraling deeper out of control, the unhinged chaos of falling into ruin and despair.
All across the chaos of a writhing, intense battlefield, these chaotic attentions kept up something truly unstoppable. The unhinged chaos in this conflict was only getting further and further away from sense, proving more unhinged with each second of this clashing commotion. There was an emphasis against killing anyone; the soldiers kept their efforts toward disarming the rebels, raping the women and beating down the men, arresting them and dragging them off. Caged Inazuman men whose spirits were already crushed helped drag off the male rebels, while the women were kept in the streets to break down and collapse, their punishment a matter of simple 'correction'. If they broke, they would be allowed to return home. Those who weren't would have to be taken away for further re-education.
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Kokomi had long strafed against the Shogunate, but the threat of these laws drove her to action. Beidou's ship docked in the capital amid the fighting, and Kokomi was the first one off the boat, ready to fight for her homeland. The other islands in the archipelago were also doomed to this new free use fate, but before black men had yet set foot on their shores, Kokomi resolved to drive them off and fight off these dangers, certain that she had to do something about this and that this could be repelled. Now was the time for revolution. Sailing in on Beidou's ship, she'd hired the sailor to lend her crew to the fight with all the money the temple had.
The priestesses and their backup were, hopefully, the power that the resistance in the capital needed to break through this stalemate. Kokomi had no idea how brutally the resistance was already being suppressed, but as black soldiers met them at the docks, she felt ready to strike.
"Are you ready?" Kokomi asked, looking over to Beidou while the men charged toward them. "Remember the plan."
"Oh, I remember all of the plan," Beidou said, and as Kokomi turned away from her, the captain pulled a pair of handcuffs from her hip, slapping them around one of Kokomi's wrists and then yanking her arm behind her back. The priestess had no time to respond, and Beidou easily overpowered her, locking both of her arms up and forcing her arms behind her back, locking her in and drawing wild shrieks from the woman as she realized she was bound up. "You paid well, but I serve something higher than gold," she said, tugging at her qipao to reveal a spade tattoo on her inner thigh. Kokomi let out a noise of panic at the sight of the tattoo on the woman's thigh, and as the black men reached them, Kokomi had no leverage to stop these pressures. "Have at her," Beidou said, ripping her shorts open and tearing them off of her sides, exposing her virgin pussy to the black man who drove her to the ground.
"Stop!" shrieked Kokomi as Beidou helped hold her down against the dock. The man heaved on top of her, yanking her legs up into the air so he could mating press her, which further placed her body weight down against her arms bound behind her back. "Don't you dare. I'm a virgin. I am saving myself a man who--" Breaking off into a fit of shrill, terrified noise, Kokomi responded to having her virginity taken with an absolutely miserable pulse of raw panic. One brutal slam was all it took to challenge everything Kokomi held onto, thrashing in utter confusion and terror under the suddenness of deep, mad slams forcing her to fall slowly to pieces.
But the man was already hard at work drilling down into her, fucking Kokomi with purposeful slams and greedy chaos meant to push her to the limit. There was work to be done, and every inch of throbbing BBC now stuffing its way into her hole was a threat. A distinct, harsh threat on her very stability, and the burning efforts ready to unravel her at the seams pushed with burning chaos forward, seeking only to destroy and despoil. "You'll love it," he groaned. "The bitches who don't want to get blacked always end up craving black dick the hardest," he told her, seizing her shoulders and shoving them down against the ground to try and steady her while every mad slam forward proved too much for Kokomi to handle.
"Don't touch me. Stop. Pull out of me. I can't. I won't!" Kokomi felt pain. Physical. Emotional. All of these senseless burns left her baffled and aimless, struggling to deal with the harsh efforts coming crashing down upon her. It was something she had no idea how to contend with, her pussy stretched out and stuffed with the too-thick penetration, no preparation or gentle approach helping to temper the sheer size of what was stuffing into her. She felt only the burn of panic and worry now, the throbbing chaos leaving her falling deeper slowly into chaos, worsening spectacle demanding so much from her, and she didn't have the power to handle any of it.
"Take it," Beidou hissed, gripping Kokomi tightly and tugging at her clothes more, stripping it away to let the man's relentless hands paw at her naked form. "Learn to love black cock." She hadn't betrayed Kokomi at the request of the Shogunate, but at the behest of Ningguang, sent to aid in the blacking of Inazuma and to deliver messages offering peace to the Shogun from her, and what better way to ingratiate herself and her message than to join in the blacking of the resistance? So she held Kokomi down and made sure the priestess's will was squashed.
"Rapists. All of you are nothing more than rapists! Brutal animals who ruin the purity of women. You're savages, and I won't bend to you!" Kokomi howled, even as her body shook and the weight of pure terror and confusion held onto her tighter. She was powerless to stop these senseless pressures now, efforts driven by pure greed and commotion, by the desire to see all the work fall completely to pieces. She'd mobilized her fellow priestesses to defend their home and defend their dignity, and now, she was getting raped on the capital's dock, watching as black soldiers charged onto the ship to assail the other priestesses, to break them, too. "Traitor bitch!" she screamed, furious at Beidou for this and trembling through misery and panic, the throbbing terror searing through her body and inducing a heat more panicked than she knew what to do with. Everything happening to her felt worse and weirder, throbbing senselessly across her body while she gave in to these deeper panics, to depths of senseless fascination she had no ability to deal with.
But Beidou wasn't listening; she'd already lost interest in Kokomi, grabbing one of the men before he could board her ship and taking his attention instead. Now, on back with her legs kicked into the air, Beidou too enjoyed a mating press, callously detached from any concern for whatever what was happening. Every demand she made was one for pure aggression, for excitement and spectacle as clear as it could be. The harsh and senseless greed carried her to want more, to push for pleasures and indulgences that left nothing to chance now. It was all about finding what she craved and indulging now in the satisfactions as endless and as messy as they could muster.
Hissing, gritting her teeth, thrashing through the persistent misery of every mad slam into her, Kokomi was left to stew in misery, knowing she had to be strong and stubborn, but finding it impossible to properly contend with these abrupt and unhinged emotions. She was losing ground, falling into deeper concern as she tried everything in her power to resist this and to ignore the pleasures burning at her from below. Something insistent and hazy demanded that she fall further apart, and she didn't know how to deal now with those growing concerns. She was just falling to pieces, just burning under the insistent chaos of something meant to rip her completely apart. She had no power over it, no resistance to these feelings.
But she had to resist. Certain she was strong enough, certain she could fight this, Kokomi remained tense and frigid, struggling through these efforts and desperate to hold herself together no matter what depravities followed, all in the name of falling harder to pieces and collapsing fully. It wasn't right. Wasn't reasonable. But she felt like she had no choice here, struggling and spiraling into deeper commotion by the second, unraveled by these demands and finding that step by step, she was falling further and further away from even the semblance of dignity. The throbbing, pulsating chaos brought with it ruinous frustrations that she had no idea how to deal with, throbbing chaos and panic making her fall completely to pieces.
The first orgasm to pulse through her sent her into screaming panic, into the worry and heat of throbbing chaos that she had no power over, a relentless rush of heat that made her fall to pieces, struggling against all of it and falling into pure ruin and heat. She'd never felt anything like it, and she was in over her head, struggling now through the depths of all these feelings and their worst, most senseless throbs. The chaos was building up horribly out of control, and as the man pumped her full of cum, she realized all too late that she'd cummed first, left in crisis and amid the senseless twisting of too many thoughts she had no idea how to manage.
But the worst for Kokomi was still yet to come.
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The women who couldn't be raped into submission the first few times were dragged across the city to a public fuck wall set up on a stage, a broad, multi-woman pillory they were locked into for the sake of further re-education and public use, a humiliation in front of everyone. Any women who were part of the resistance had a choice: apologize and surrender, or be raped harder, publicly, until they gave in. The only option was surrender. Every woman in Inazuma needed to learn the joy of black cock, no matter how long it took. That was the only matter of any importance, and it had to be their path forward.
Kokomi was locked into the wall with Beidou up front and Sara in the back while a pair of black men spitroasted her. The stuffing of cock down her throat was an excessive and forceful rush of brutality she had absolutely no idea how to deal with. She just gagged and struggled through all of it, trapped in a fit of depraved chaos while she fell into these depths, thrashing about amid another man hammering into her. Her cunt had been filled with dick from the moment she'd been locked in onward with breaks lasting the mere seconds it took for the next man in line to get inside of her. All while the persistence and chaos of these greedy efforts wore her down harder, intending to brutalize and to impress upon her something meant to be her undoing.
"Learn to serve your black superiors, traitor," snarled Sara, bringing hero pen palm down across Kokomi's ass. The rebellious priestess was the 'highest value' member of the resistance yet dragged to the wall, and she was happy to take some time from battle to indulge in mocking her, roughing up her ass. "Feel those huge, black cocks fill your holes and fuck some respect into you. Are you understanding now? Or will they need to keep using you?"
Kokomi couldn't explain anything through the messy gagging noises she made, a trembling rush of panic and confusion that expressed the raw panic behind everything being done to her. The feeling of black cock laying waste to her left Kokomi fitful and delirious, awash in confusions she couldn't understand and desperations that felt like they were burning her down to her very core. This was too much, the erratic and chaotic rush of pleasures all forcing her to fall to pieces, and she felt like she could do nothing about it. There was only pressure here, the crushing chaos of giving up hotter, learning to take these huge cocks and get fucked deeper, rougher, pushed to the kind of dizzy limit of reason and normalcy that seemed too insane and depraved to be real. She was struggling through this, wishing she understood how to handle it and wishing she could wrap her thoughts around all of it, and every passing second felt like a plunge ever lower down into ruin.
"I'm not sorry that I double crossed you. I promise, it will be worth it. Just let it happen; you'll be happy soon." Beidou was unapologetic about the throbbing delight and the shoves forward to keep her lusting after more, pushing the limit of sense and imposing herself upon this situation. She was relentless, harsh, the callous fire and depravity of these pleasures coming on worse. Pressure wore harder on her, pushed her thoughts harder into confusion and panic that she was powerless to handle. There wasn't any real sense in containing this or handling these feelings, throbbing frustrations and worries that had her struggling harder. Kokomi didn't want this, but Kokomi was plunged into the worrisome fever and the worsening storm.
Being afraid was hard, though. Exhausting. Kokomi struggled and shook through wildly panicked sensations and worries that kept coming, kept shoving her into worsening storms of panic, a state of weird heat and fever that she was powerless to handle. There was no good way to manage the storms pulsing across her, relentlessly demanding that she submit to it, and the persistence brought her harder down, made her fall into depths of pure chaos and worry. It was too much, forcing her to fall deeper, making her struggle deeper and harder, unable to manage the relentless chaos that it brought her, and she was giving in ever deeper to a mess and a storm to keep falling into.
Crushing sensations made her feel worse. The men came inside of her, and as she choked down one load and the other flooded into her womb, she shook in revulsion, misery and panic leaving her trapped in a state of pure confusion, the chaos to fall into while she burned under these bizarre frustrations now. This was a wreck, and as the men switched in and slammed into her holes again stuffed her full of cock once more, the crushing insanity and the ferocity of pure insanity, a panic and a heat throbbing wilder. Kokomi was powerless to handle these senseless and throbbing feelings, the relentless fire and ferocity of giving up only harder. There was simply nothing to do here through this mess, and Kokomi's every struggle felt deeper, harsher, worse. She was in over her head, and the chaos crushing down upon her every thought left her unsure how to deal with any of it.
Man after man came up to use her, and she was falling apart, a deeper chaos and clumsiness to fall into, and she lost herself to all of its harshest efforts. The collapse of all reason inside of her brought her deeper into panic and frustration, into the senseless ferocity of giving up so utterly. She had no power here, and in the depths of that powerlessness came something she wasn't ready for: pleasure.
It felt good, no matter how much Kokomi didn't want it to. The senseless chaos and frenzy of giving up to all of this felt weirder and worse by the second, trembling frustration forcing her deeper into confusion. The pleasure was a chaotic swell of senseless fascination, and each successive orgasm wore harder at Kokomi, the pulsating worry that forced her to fall harder to pieces. She had no power here, no restraint, only the crushing frustration of falling fully to pieces. It was too much, and she wished she had a stability that just wasn't here, that made her struggle to hold anything together. She fell to pieces, and she did so with a bold sense of pure RUIN, the crushing madness of having these ideas imposed upon her.
"A traitor doesn't even deserve this much black cock," Sara spat. "You should be grateful that the shogun believes in reforming all the women in Inazuma into grateful whores for black men. If I had my choice, you would have your holes locked up so you can only watch the rest of society progress without a racist like you."
None of this made sense to Kokomi, and her continued plunges into worry and heat kept her falling harder, struggling through the worsening frustrations of giving up to stranger and wilder, the chaos that she felt powerless to resolve. It was a crushing mess of emotions and volatile feelings all sweeping up through her body and coming crashing down upon Kokomi. The confusion only served to further wear down her thoughts, to further batter her every attempt to make sense of these things, and all the while, pleasure kept building and her thoughts kept collapsing, an overbearing rush of pleasure to fall deeper victim to until finally, one orgasm did it. One orgasm brought her something different, enticing, fundamentally dizzying.
Falling completely apart under the weight of these feelings brought on the strangest and most deranged of panics, and she was lost to this all, throbbing under the weight of the enduring, throbbing chaos. The climax robbed Kokomi of the last focus she had, and she was falling completely to pieces now, aching under the weight and the panic of giving up ever hotter to all of this, until all she had was the molten heat burning her up. The pleasure was too much, crushing her free will and her resistance so utterly that her body began to thrash and shake in the embrace of the wall, every shred of composure and sense inside of her buckling under the weight of these feelings and under the dizzy misery of such senseless chaos, a satisfaction she felt she had no choice now but to completely surrender to.
"Black cock is the best!" The words came out bright, vibrant, burning with desire and dizzy ecstasy. Her body shook in drunken hunger, and every bit of unreason and desperation inside of her left Kokomi powerless. "I'm sorry! I was wrong! I was so wrong. Black men are superior, and I need to learn how to please them. I need to devote the temple to worshiping black cock!"
The amassed audience began to cheer as Kokomi trembled and her eyes rolled back, the mindbreaking process complete and her conversion into another blacked whore bringing her some strange sort of relief and excitement. Kokomi understood now. She understood everything. Her mind was empty and shattered, but it hardly mattered now. The pleasure was spectacular, and she burned with ravenous need for all of it.
Sara called for the tattoo artist to come as she dragged Kokomi out of the stocks and instead set her face-up against the wall, positioned so that her bare ass was exposed to the audience while somebody began to ink her up, starting with a large, ornate spade right across her cheek. She'd be marked with 'Redeemed Racist' across her breast too, marking that she was a fallen Resistance member with a debt to pay to black men for ever trying to fight the laws that governed Inazuma. Kokomi accepted the pain, tears in her eyes as the throb of pride and confusion burned across her and she learned the hard way what she always should have known. Her rebellion was a sin, and now, as her body was marked and she was given her new lease on life, all she could do was be happy to have lost, cum dripping down her thighs while she learned a new truth.
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Ei's home had been completely remodeled, and done so seemingly overnight to celebrate the transition of Inazuma into its new idea of freedom. The decorations were all changed, aggressively theming their sensibilities around phallic imagery and spades. The statue out front had been replaced with one she'd ordered months ago, a stone-carved rendition of a black man fucking Ei from behind, representing more than ever the true devotions of Inazuma now. The goddess had made her choice, and her decision was absolute. Her home had become a twisted reflection of the ideals she wanted her land to be carved in the name of.
Finding out that Liyue had gone all in on black worship hadn't quite made Ei mad, but it had definitely pushed her in her efforts, a woman blacked many, many years before and whose insatiable commitment to black men was a secret she'd held onto tightly. Now, just a short trip across the sea, Liyue had dedicated a festival to the blacking of women. It was a good effort, one she respected, but Ei could do more. Ei wanted to outdo Liyue and its laws, which didn't expressly forbid Liyuan men from having sex with women but expected to discourage it as things became more normalized. Tattoos in Liyue were simply about style. Ei wanted to outlaw Inazuman men from having sex, made some tattoos a requirement by law. She wanted to have a blacked paradise that the world could follow the example of, and even perhaps turn the other regions succumbing to their blacked aspirations become more bold and follow after her own laws.
Now, in the deepest reaches of her home, Ei was in bed and getting pressed, while a line of men stood in wait outside of her door, keeping up an all-hours fuck marathon that had Ei in a fit of persistent, debauched ecstasy. Relentless strokes fed black dick deep into her waiting hole, and every moan Ei let out was a shaky show of fascination and greed, the ready spectacle of a woman sinking completely into passion and want. The lustful depths she sank to felt too good to believe, unrelenting in their insistence as she fell progressively lower with each passing second into this. She needed no convincing of black men's superiority. She was already well aware of it, and only the biggest black cocks would do. It was the real Ei, not her puppet, but the goddess herself.
But she had nowhere to go and nothing to do. While her city state was put in its place and all the people were subject to its new orders, its leader was happy in bed, allowing the pleasure to build and allowing her desperate lusts to keep carrying her on for more and more. She was impatient, forceful, driven by passions too outrageous to fathom. Every moan was a sound of rapturous praise from a woman whose only concern now was in completely spiraling into ruin and chaos. A goddess did not need to eat and did not need to sleep, allowing her to throw everything she had into the voracious chaos and fire of giving up hotter, harder, and allowing it to take her to the limit. She was absolutely shameless about giving herself up to these pleasures, the fire and commotion that she couldn't be without now. It was a beautiful feeling, a chaos making her crave more of this.
She had all the time in the world to indulge in getting fucked like an animal, writhing ecstasy pushing her harder along, making her burn for these passions and allowing it to be too much for her to take. It kept building, kept climbing up in its demanding fever and the intense sweeps pulling her in harder. She wasn't afraid of giving in completely to the pleasure, forcing all sense deeper down, demanding that she continue to fall to pieces. Ei was out to give up harder and hotter, the pleasures continuing to throb and burn without reason, and she was happy to give up to it, to keep rolling through the passions and the chaos of fanatical lust. There was no way she could hold it back now, no way to deal with these pleasures.
Ever since her decree had been passed down, Ei had been right there, celebrating as hard as she could, reveling in the sloppy lust and the chaos of giving up so dramatically. she was absolutely unashamed of how far gone she was and how hopelessly she had given herself up to this insanity. Those nearby reported hearing the wild howls of lust day and night through the city, an expression of just how happy she was.
Sara came into the room to give her report, holding onto some papers. "May I have a moment?" she asked.
"I don't want to stop," Ei moaned, legs wrapping around the waist of the man drilling down into her. "Just explain it to me while he keeps fucking." Her words were swift and sharp as she held onto these attentions, the relentless chaos building up and leaving her in a fit of pure relief and excitement over being fucked like this.
Sara nodded. "Certainly. As of right now, we believe that the resistance has finally been squashed. Every woman is accounted for, either in their homes or in prison, and there are only a handful of resistance women who are still resisting after days of marathon sex. We feel confident in calling Inazuma a peaceful, blacked state now, and believe that--glurk gulk glack glurk!"
Sara was dragged to her knees and silenced swiftly by a thrust down her throat, one that she didn't resist for a moment in the sweet spectacle of receiving such merciless attentions. Her eyes rolled back and she relented, letting one of the impatient black men lined up in front of the room have her throat. There was absolutely no room now for the storm of weirdness to follow, the sweep of shuddering fire across her body. It was a mess, but it was a mess she had to take, mouth wrapping around his cock while she let him hammer down her throat, leaving her heaving through this and letting the pleasure pull her in.
Back and forth strokes forced a pair of heavy, black nuts to smack against her chin, and Sara took it like a champ, allowing her throat to be his cocksleeve, as was the right of all black men in Inazuma now. She lived this law and she lived her submission to black cock, proudly throwing herself into the sloppy deep end of giving up and giving in. Nothing could have made her feel better than to be of service, and everything she did showed off her hazy surrender, the desperation carrying her to want more and to not care about how it came across, every throb across her body feeling better and hotter by the second. Sara knew her role and she knew what she was able to offer, and she delighted in letting the black main rail her throat.
"Turn me around," Ei demanded, squirming along the bed and settling into a better position to watch this insanity play out before her hungry gaze. The man scooted her around a little so that she was still on her back, but now at an angle to look at Sara, to watch her trusted soldier getting facefucked on her knees. "That's right, you little cockslut. Deepthroat that BBC like I taught you!" Her fingers dug into the shoulders and back on the man on top of her, every thrashing ache of want burning hotter across her body as she showed off just how ready she was to give in to all of this. She was a mess, but she was a mess of complete fascination, a fixated wreck loving what she saw and loving the way that it played out so boldly and noisily before her, proof of everything she wanted to see. Ei loved watching women serve black cock, and she was getting a treat now while every hilting slam stuffed her cunt to the brim with dick and kept her moaning even harder and hotter.
The clumsy chaos was a lot to take, but Sara held strong through it while Ei got fucked into the mattress. Both women could take it, and both women proved themselves into the mad slide downward, the pleasure forcing them to give in and to fall completely apart, caring only about the pleasure and the chaos of giving up so utterly. It was too much for either to handle, the burning chaos and rush of fire that made them simply need more of this. Sara's head bobbed along the huge cock, not even really registering that she was being watched, simply falling deep into appreciation for the meaty shaft she had been tasked with sucking. Obedience was her default state of being now, what she understood to be her only path forward, and she burned happily through all the twisting passions she could have craved.
Ei came first, howling out, "Choke on black cock!" while her legs snapped around the waist of the man pounding into her. Wild screams of joy kept her needing more, her attention torn between her own pleasure and the relief of giving up messier to all these passions. Yet another rush of cum pumped her womb. The fact she'd been at this for days didn't leave her anything to worry about: this was all still so satisfying, so indulgent, and she was happy to continue to give herself in to all of this. The bliss was never-ending, and she felt like she was right where she needed to be, twisting through her and embracing something truly senseless, a beautiful and chaotic plunge into erratic bliss, wild and hungry and truly senseless.
But with the shogun's pussy free, there was no sue in using Sara's throat, so the man facefucking her pulled back and strode off, his cock dripping with drool while he climbed up onto the bed and took the place of the man walking off. It left Sara to gasp for air, throwing away sense and trying to continue on as normal. "We now believe that it is safe to reopen Inazuma's borders and rejoin the world." Drool dripped from her chin, and the need for a cock to erupt down her throat left her a little shaky still. Sara kept quiet and obedient, though. Her role here was not to be fucked. It was to serve Inazuma and serve the Raiden Shogun. "Your aspirations for Inazuma to be the blacked capital of Teyvat and for our influence to spread can now be reali--gulk glurk glurk gulg!"
The man who had just pumped a load into Ei's womb grabbed Sara by the hair and stuffed his slick, sticky cock right into her cunt. "Clean me off," he told her, and she did. Obediently, she went right back to sucking cock.
"Mm, you should stay and clean off my bulls," moaned Ei. "I know you must be having fun assisting in the rape of your prisoners, but I like the sight of you getting your throat fucked so much. Mm, somebody get Yae, as well! She will be delighted to hear that the border can reopen. She has a festival in mind to drive tourism for our grand re-entry into the world."
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The festival was put together in a matter of days. Yae Miko had been planning everything in secret from virtually the moment that Ei confided her plans in her. She and Ayaka put together plans in between moments of indulging in black dick together, and now, the work was all coming together perfectly. The grandest festival Inazuma City had ever seen was a delightful expression of unhinged decadence and chaos, erected hastily after everything that had been put together. The conceit was simple: a celebration of the Blacking of Inazuma, soon to be a monumental yearly festival celebrating these historic laws, Inazuma's re-opening, Inazuman femininity, and black masculinity.
Decorations and stalls lined the city. Sex happened right out in the street--not that sex wasn't happening in the street normally--and an air of open revelry followed. The blacked female populace were quick to adapt to these new ideas, and the time it took for the festival to come after the laws went into effect meant a much broader acceptance and indulgence of those festivities from women who had already been enjoying the joy of being fucked by foreign men rather than their own husbands and boyfriends.
Yoimiya saw it as her duty, as a recent blacked convert, to help the community out before her fireworks show, which was how she ended up with a group of five underaged girls all kneeling down in front of a black man, trying to guide all of them through oral worship and doing her best to tend to their every need.
Two of them were trying to lick his cock, their mouths too small to fit him, and she was happy to encourage them along. "That's okay, licking a black cock feels so good too, doesn't it? Make sure you cover that glorious cock in all the spit you can. And kisses! Lots of kisses, girls. You're going to make your mothers happy if you show them what good little blacked sluts you'll grow into."
The horny, eager, young teens weren't being guided by Yoimiya alone; their mothers were circled around the girls, hands up their dresses while they talked openly about watching their daughters learn their ways around cock. "I would love for my daughter to learn enough that I can let my new boyfriend take her virginity," one mother moaned, shameless about what she was after. "He's been looking at her. I know he wants to."
"My oldest daughter is fucking my new boyfriend right now," another one moaned. "My man is so amazing; he deserves a harem of three Inazuman cocksluts worshiping him, so I hope Yoimiya can teach them well."
Yoimiya was going to do her best. Her hand drifted down lower, to the one girl who was slobbering all over black balls rather than let the cock intimidate her. "You're making a good contribution. Keep it up; black men love having their balls sucked on, too. You should try to focus on fitting one of them into your mouth at a time and focusing on one area instead. You'll like it a little better if you can focus, I think." She guided the girl to the side in taking the man's right ball into her mouth, and it disappeared into the teen's mouth amid sloppy slurping noises that kept up feeding a relentless chaos that brought up stranger excitement here. "You girls are doing so well! Keep going, you're all going to make wonderful whores for black men. You're doing so well." The burning insistence and chaos kept her in a fit of pure pleasure, the senseless commotion and fire of wanting more, needing to see how far they could go.
All the girls tried their best, including the two behind the man, a pair of twin sisters whose first incestuous experience was tonguing a black man's ass hole together, sloppily engaging in all the passion and the hunger they could give themselves to. The pleasure was sloppy and wicked, too senseless to be able to contain, but they were ready for it, doing their best to dote on his hole together, to give themselves into deeper passion, all in the pursuit f pleasure. Relentless and dizzy hunger kept up a pleasure too wicked to handle, and there was no reason to hold it back now. They slobbered all over his hole, desperate to keep up with all of this.
"And my little ass eaters!" Yoimiya kept up the good cheer while coming around behind them. "You two look so amazing. Cocks can be intimating, but nay girl can eat a man's ass, and black men love having tongues up their asses. Especially when they're fucking other girls, so make sure that when men are fucking your moms, you give him some help so he can give you some new siblings!"
That drew lots more excitement from the mothers, who were all proudly shouting and indulging in the possibilities behind it all. There wasn't a shred of sense or reason to all these passions, the pleasure and the commotion of letting themselves go. They sang the praises of Yoimiya while talking among themselves, promising their daughters they could get plenty of rimjob practice. It was all a perfect situation in Yoimiya's eyes, as these girls embraced the chance to help at home and mothers embraced their underaged daughters being blacked, a persistence and a chaos pushing forward with bolder noise and commotion. It was a persistence and an excitement that couldn't be held back.
When the man came, Yoimiya dragged the rimming girls around front, all five teens lined up cheek to cheek and moaning for their first taste of black cum. Yoimiya took his cock in hand, moaning, "These young girls need guidance. Show them how good it feels to be blacked." Not only did she pump his cock to completion, but she proceeded to jerk his dick wildly around, making sure that she could spray the cum across all the girls' faces, keeping things fair and indulgent while she made a grand mess of this all, showing off how wicked and unhinged these pleasures could be, a gooey show of satisfaction that splattered across their smiling faces while they gave deeper up to these wild pleasures.
All the girls took the ropes of cum across their smiling faces. Tongues stuck out to indulge in the moment and share the messes, which made Yoimiya call out, "Moms, come clean your girls up!" One she was done milking the cock out on these future blacked sluts, the women rushed forward to kiss their little girls and to slurp the jizz off of their faces, showing the debaucherous perceptions of familial touch between female relatives in a blacked society that celebrated sex above all else. It was a beautiful sight in Yoimiya's eyes, and she watched fondly while she pulled her clothes out of the way and slid herself back onto the cock of her helpful male assistant.
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Ayaka had a big hand in putting together a centerpiece show for the crowd, lining up The Queens of Spades to perform at her festival like they had in Liyue, and taking inspiration from Ningguang, decided at last one song's performance should center itself around Ayaka getting fucked by a black man, believing that it was as bold a show of dominance and black worship as she could muster, which was now the absolute goal, the burning excitement and passion dragging her harder on into the earnest commotions of giving up harder.
Just as they did in Liyue, The Queens of Spades rocked hard, shaking their asses and flaunting their tattoos while skimpily dressed. All three musicians had black cum on their faces, flaunting the fun they'd had before the show and indulging in the wild excitement of pure pleasure, a senseless excitement to give themselves up to stronger, embracing the wicked fascination that felt truly senseless. The beautiful hunger behind these pleasures was as bold and as senseless as they could muster, flaunting the insanity of these pleasures, a persistence and a chaos to give up hotter to. Their songs had the crowd enthralled. Women in the crowd got yanked about by black men at random, but they welcomed that attention. Other women cheered for these musical stars.
But there were some men in the crowd. Inazuman men, whose cocks were locked up for life now, watching all the sex play out around them while they basked in the misery. It was a misery that was rapidly becoming the insistent reality of everyone's lives. The only way forward. The law said they couldn't have sex, and some men took to it with a shameful excitement, sitting around in public to enjoy their own humiliation. Some men were even close to their former wives or girlfriends while they got fucked. Not that they could masturbate to it with their cocks locked up, though.
Through all the insanity, a man sat on the stage, tied to a chair with his cock cage dripping while he watched the performance, watched these blacked girls shaking their asses and occasionally drifting toward him. Barbara made him kiss her tattooed ass at one point, right on the Q on the spade over her cheek. It was torment. He was one of the leaders of the resistance, one of the men who tried to stop this, which was why 'Racist Pig' and 'Cuckold Rebel Scum' were written all over his chest. He was bound, gagged, caged, and left to suffer through these persistent efforts while women paraded around in celebration of his failure. The entire festival was to rub in this victory. The women of the resistance were raped and broken, many now punished by serving as relief women in the barracks or in other menial tasks, while the men who stood up to these laws were stuffed in prison, maybe forever. Ei hadn't decided yet.
But now, Ayaka was going to make a show out of one, going to make a grand spectacle of degrading and humiliating one of the most desperate resistors. It was a sinful treat to appreciate as Ayaka was walked out onto the stage impaled on a man's cock while he effortlessly folded her in half for a full nelson fucking. But more importantly, it was Ayaka's chance to unveil her art to the whole city. Spades, flowers, vines, a spade-laden chain around her neck, and phrases like 'Black Baby Factory' and 'I serve black kings' had turned her body into a beautiful canvas she could indulge in. The words 'Size matters' over an ornate womb tattoo were the bits that she really wanted people to pay attention to.
"This next song of ours has a special guest!" Barbara chirped. "Everyone give a big cheer for Ayaka, who helped put this show together for us!"
Cheerfully, Yunjin continued, "We're going to play her a special song while she humiliates this inferior man who tried to stop black superiority. It's called Black Lives Matter, And Yours Doesn't!"
The audience cheered, and Ayaka waved to the crowd while she was carried right up in front of the man in the chair. The music wound up, and she wasn't very audible over it, but as she spat on the man in the chair, she stared at him with molten contempt and excitement, with a burning sense that she could throw everything into complete disrepair if only she threw herself to want this. It was insanity, but it was a productive insanity, something that had Ayaka certain she could do some real damage and certain she could make everything play out in utter madness. "Watch me, cuck," she moaned, head rolled back while the thrusts started on in earnest.
The best way to make an Inazuma man suffer was to let him watch an Inazuma woman experience the joys of black cock. That was the wisdom that she had taken in the midst of all this, flaunting the betrayal and submission of their nation's men and marginalizing them for better men. Superior men. She was absolutely unrepentant about the pleasures and the chaos that kept her wanting more, embracing these senseless frustrations that could continue to build as the man got to work at fucking her deep and hard. Folded in half so she could be fucked full nelson style, Ayaka was in prime position to be made into an absolute mess, brutalized and sued by deep strokes all meant to drive home the sharp point that this was justice.
"Inferior Inazuma boys have nothing to do but watch their women choose better men," she moaned. "Your mother is blacked. Your wife is blacked. Both your sisters are blacked. Your daughter works at the shrine, right? She's bouncing on black cock right now, then. Given the choice, every woman would choose a BBC over you. They don't care about you anymore. You can't compare, and you're going to be bred out of existence!" Writhing, moaning, she twisted hotter through this pleasure. "You're obsolete! It's so sexy seeing a genetic dead end suffer. Cry for me, failure. Cry while you watch a real man pump my cunt full and breed the next generation of true, strong Inazuman men into me!"
Ayaka was loud into play over the music, the band holding on to the melody and vamping through the riff while Ayaka spoke before their lyrics came back in. It was a persistent show of absolute debauchery, but it kept the women in the audience cheering. Ayaka's persistent and unhinged indulgence made for a brighter show of pure insanity, the chaos and the hunger of falling ever deeper in to these pleasures, something that she was absolutely unashamed about surrendering herself to. The pulsating thrill of being bounced up and down atop this huge cock made her feel incredible, and she was as noisy and ferocious as could be, the pleasure escalating through her while she gave hotly up to everything she could, the screaming ecstasy and the passion forcing her deeper, making her need this.
"I'm impaled on the huge, black cock of a superior man! A stud who deserves to breed the women of Inazuma, starting with me, and I'm going to show it off in front of the face of coward cucks like you all I can. Your life is just a game now. Your only use is being humiliated, and bearing witness to black supremacy. You'll believe. You'll break! Cry harder, because your little pindick could never make me feel good. I wouldn't even feel it in my blacked pussy. I'm ruined to little boys like you., Are you sure you even hit puberty with a cock that small?" Her howling, laughing thrills kept her needing more, embracing the clumsy chaos and ferocity behind these endless passions. Throbbing spectacle and delirium kept her feeling better, and she just couldn't resist the thrill of getting used.
Her legs shook and her head rolled. Everything burning through Ayaka was a genuine ecstasy she didn't need to pretend her way through for even a moment. There was little reason or sense behind these pleasures to give herself deeper up to. The relentless chaos demanded that she give in completely, the pleasures that had her burning hotter. The only choice for Ayaka was to take it, but she didn't need convincing, surrendering herself utterly to the beautiful lust of being fucked so hard. She'd been given these important tasks, and she took great pride in this spiteful show, a display to keep savouring, exploring deeper chaos and the hotter, stranger frenzy to keep losing herself to. Ayaka wanted to make the most of this situation, and wanted to be absolute certain that, every step of the way down, the pleasure didn't stop.
As the girls sang about the greatness of black men and how the lives of other men didn't matter, Ayaka grew more fitful and hungry, the song speaking for itself in the sharp expression of cruelty that she so happily put on. This was her moment, her decision, and as the show played out with such boldness and fire, she felt absolutely certain that she was proving it all now. The pleasure kept her aching, kept her twisting through the pleasure and the commotion, and every fiery rush of lust made her simply crave this, burning through the pleasure of these delights all the way to orgasm. When she came, it was a grand mess, Ayaka revealing herself to be a squirter, something she'd only learned herself when she was first blacked. Her gushing cunt splattered a spray of clear juices all over the traitor, which was enough to make him cum hands-free and leave his small load dribbling out of his cock cage, to the wild mockery and laughter of an audience now expressing ravenous contempt for him.
"These failures thought they deserved us. The Shogun saved us by making us free use whores for black men! Everyone cheer for the superiority of black men!" Ayaka led a raucous post-song cheer. "Now cheer for The Queens of Spades!" Even louder cheers. This was a grand show of pure insanity, the wicked insanity and throbbing ecstasy of madder excitement, the pleasures that simply cannot be contained. It had taken a lot to get there, but the people of Inazuma were now happy with what their land was, and all it took was deciding that some people didn't count as people anymore.
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Yae's efforts at the shrine had made for plenty of changes to the shrine to better fall in line with its new god. Worship of black cock was seen as more important than worship of their god, and that meant a massive change in plans and in effect. Shrine maidens had seen their old robes trimmed down to a miniskirt with a slit right down the front to reveal flimsy side-tie panties beneath, along with a top that was more of a fancy bra, also with a tie in the back that would make it fall apart, and the words 'Blacked' running along the band underneath. A pair of small white armbands were all they got, and the women were put back to work in the shrine under some new duties and considerations. All of the tattoos that they wore were proudly displayed for all to see, their bodies marked more than the average citizen was yet mandated to be, with anywhere from four to ten different tattoos to proclaim their ownership by black men.
They were now tasked with teaching sex to young girls, helping assist in women who needed to learn how better to serve their black masters, and also espousing new beliefs straight from the mouth of Yae. Beliefs they accepted without critical consideration. For that night, to celebrate the festival, the key ceremony was one built around Yae's insistence that to eat black man ass was to court good fortune and make your wishes come true, which led to the shrine maidens overseeing a line of men whose asses were free for women to devour, sort of a twisted inversion of the free use laws where it was the men on display for the women, bent over stalls where tied-up resistance women who still held out were punished for their 'racism' by being hosed down with every load the other women ate the men's asses to. Bound, gagged, and unrecognizable beneath the endless parade of spunk, the women were miserable but hopeless.
The promise of luck brought plenty of women to the stalls where men could simply get in, lean over, and get rimmed. Mothers shoved their daughters' faces into the asses of black men, insisting they were going to practice before 'going home to daddy'. Professional women let down their hair and sloppily tonguefucked black ass to hope for promotions or financial windfall. Lesbian couples crowded in together to make out against the ass holes of black men, holding hands and wishing privately their relationships would last and grow stronger, even as they shared a man together. Black men 'not counting' was another insistence being pushed through Inazuman society to justify why even lesbians needed to commit, but were no lesser for doing so.
One final piece of Yae's perverted wisdom was that the way for black men to find luck was for a shrine maiden to eat their ass. Which was how Miyuki ended up on cleanup duty for black men who decided their time being rimmed had just about come to an end, granted one final tonguefucking and one last load before they headed off for the rest of the festival. But this time, there was no bound-up prisoner to receive facials, because Miyuki had enlisted her sister, Shinobu, to come join her in this reverence of black men. After being blacked for the first time, Shinobu found herself crawling back to her family's lineage as shrine maidens, abandoning the Arataki gang and calling her former leader 'a useless cuck' before settling down for a return to life now that all she had to worship at the shrine was black dick.
When a man was done, he stepped in between the two sisters on their knees and facing one another, his ass going in one's face and his cock in the other's mouth. This time up, Shinobu was the one with her face buried in a man's ass, rubbing her face into his cheeks while she slobbered against his hole with reckless desperation, showing off how much she was already learning about how to deal with her newly shrine maiden responsibilities. This felt so much less stuffy than it did when she'd been here when she was younger, and everything about this treatment felt much more indulgent, especially with her sister on the other side of the man, happily choking down his cock and losing herself to the passion.
The sisters held hands, clutching one another tightly so they could enjoy the chaos and the excitement of giving in to these pleasures, a senseless sort of want and a lust that didn't seem real. There was little reason or rational thought behind their very emotional plunge. They were ready to give deeper in to these pleasures, and there was simply no reason to compose themselves or behave. The sisters held on tight, sharing in this moment together, brought together in a sloppy, hazy reunion pushing them to want more of this, pushing them to need these senseless cravings. The sweet indulgence and the pressure of giving in to these deeper passions brought them down into sloppy ecstasy, into the desire and the fever of letting everything go. There wasn't any reason to behave themselves here.
Servicing a black man together and embracing the wild pleasure in deeper passion brought with it pure want, the senseless chaos and the lust to keep giving up to. Shinobu felt so relieved and excited to be giving in to these pleasures and allowing it to take her further, the pleasures and the hungers winding her up as she indulged in hotter and fiercer indulgence with her sister. If eating black ass was her duty, she never would have left the shrine and joined a gang. Now, she had a chance to set things right, and she pursued it in sloppy excitement, the pleasure and the ferocity of giving up to these demands feeling better for both women by the second. With each mad shove forward, they welcomed these pressures upon themselves, opening up to the senseless excitement and a dizziness that begged them deeper in, made them struggle and stumble into pleasure hotter by the second.
The sounds of her sister gagging on black dick only encouraged her harder along, made her burn with the persistence and frenzy of passions that ran away from her. She was an out of control wreck, throwing everything she had into the passion and refusing to slow down. The slobbering and the slurping kept up with vocal, bold chaos, the messy noises all signaling a steady slide into ruin and passion from the women throwing themselves into the deep end now. It was too much to resist, the relentless mess and chaos of letting themselves go completely. Shinobu's tongue slithered around deep, and she found the taste of black ass to be better and better with each man she rimmed.
"I love black ass," Shinobu moaned while slobbered about, fingers tightening around her sister's hands. Her chin was up against the man's balls as she came in from below, and she could feel them tightening up, her sister's mouth flooding with cum, and as the man grunted an groaned his way through cumming, Shinobu kept licking, tasting all the strangers' spit against his hole and tonguing him to make sure she could milk out every drop into her sister's mouth.
When the man stepped away and left to continue his festivals night, Miyuki shoved forward, spitting the cum into her sister's mouth so they could share an incestuous kiss. They had gotten along even after Shinobu left the shrine, but now, they were able to feel so much closer to one another, and feel the beautiful beginnings of new insanities take tight hold of them. Swapping his cum between their mouths, the pleasure was a beautiful throb of heat and passion, ferocious pleasures to give in to hotter, and there was a brilliance that could not be helped now. This was an insane and beautiful mess of passion to give utterly in to, the pleasure that they both craved utterly, dizzy lust and hunger bubbling up to an outrageous height now. They were happy to give in to it, happy to be locked in together in this fit of euphoria and hunger.
At least until the next man broke their kiss apart, his cock swiftly clogging up Shinobu's throat while Miyuki slurped on his ass hole like a good black supremacy priestess should.
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"The Shogun would not approve of this, but you lucky little failure boys drew the winning lots!" Yae was as cheerfully unhinged as could be as she led some light skinned men out on leashes into the courtyard. "She won't have to know what we're planning, but I think that since the festival should be fun for everyone, you should have some fun, too. So you'll get the privilege of cumming on my feet, to help teach you the importance of staying pussy-free." She let the men circle around her while their unchained cocks twitched in surprise. It was the first time the men had been unlocked in some time now, ordinary citizens whose lives had been thrown into upheaval.
It was a trap. It was obviously a trap, but the men shook in excited need while they stood there, their small dicks dribbling with excitement. There had to be a catch. Had to be something awaiting them. They didn't know what or how, but they were going to need to be ready for it. Still, as they watched Yae sink to the ground, they started to touch their cocks, now unbearably sensitive after so long without being able to touch them.
That was when the man came in. A black man charging forward like the bull h was to be, who descended upon Yae and shoved her legs apart, spreading them out while he came crashing down on top of her to prone bone fuck Yae right in the dirt. Yae's feet went up, revealing her filthy soles from walking around in the dirt. "Are your dicks even hard?" she asked through the wild moan of being slid into. "I can't even tell with how small your cocks are!"
But the men circled around her were already pumping and rubbing themselves, embarrassment building while Yae indulged in the wicked thrill of getting fucked hard and deep by a black man. The men of Inazuma had been so over-exposed to their own humiliations and to the sights of black men fucking their women that they'd been conditioned to scamper forward and marvel at it, staring in awe at the muscular, dark skinned man crashing down upon the pale back of a sweet, gorgeous Inazuman woman like Yae.
"I chose only good cucks to draw," Yae continued. "Good little boys who would know their place and appreciate the sight of a real man coming to breed them away." Her head rolled back and sweet moans rang out in dizzy spectacle, the continued excitement and passion of letting herself sink deeper in to these passions. Being fucked by black dick got her all kinds of worked up, but having the man standing around her huffing and panting while they rubbed themselves was a dream, a chance to humiliate these men while she rode out the heights of pleasure. "He's so deep inside of me right now. He's all the way to my womb, and I hope he pumps me full of black babies so that Inazuma can have real men instead of limp dicked hand humpers."
Every word was biting and sharp enough to cut deeper but the men simply kept stroking, kept giving themselves up to the pleasure until they couldn't think about anything else. They were entranced by the heaving of the strong body moving atop Yae, watching his thick cock slam into her again and again, and as her moans proved sweet music to their ears, they fell deeper in. Many of the men of Inazuma were learning to like this, too. Conditioned into a need for humiliation, left to savour the sight of black men fucking the women that would have once been their relatives and their crushes. Some men were learning to cum just from watching, their caged cocks firing off weak loads from sight alone, a gradual lesson to make Inazuma a harmonious place again. A better place.
Yae's shuddering whines and twisting spectacle kept her excited and hungry, rocking back and forth in a fit of throbbing desire, the persistent efforts behind each thrust making her feel better by the second, wanting only to explore deeper into this mess and needing the chaos it offered. Every moan that she offered was a chance to fall just that little bit further into her own lusts, into desires forcing Yae to be loud and wanton, all while she shuddered and shivered through these senseless excitements. She was on display, but all the power for it was in her hands now, and she left any sense of dignity or sense behind her, embracing the continued hunger and ache of every throbbing need.
The result of it was a lot of men who were all put powerless to deal with their lusts. They drew closer toward Yae, staring at her dirty soles and her wiggling toes, and they began to cum, hurrying forward when their orgasms hit them. "So pathetic! You're cumming already? All you have are your weak hands, while this black stud has a tight, pale woman's perfect pussy to black and breed. How pathetic!" But she was delighted by it, by the cum that landed on her feet. Weak dribbles of weak men's seed that she let splatter onto her dirty feet. "This is all you deserve. This is a treat for cucks like you! You're only fit to waste your cum on women's feet."
The exhausted men stumbled back in embarrassment, watching the shaky, thin, translucent drips of cum shake about and fall between her toes while she got fucked. Their loads were spent, and they were all left to stand there in continued misery and joy, the equal pleasures wearing them down and guiding them into the strangest of feelings, the exhausting weirdness of slowly falling into mad chaos and worry. The panic and the strangeness of these feelings brought them low, but Yae rose only higher, keeping her knees bent and her feet up while the man plundered her senselessly, keeping up a pace of vigorous indulgence and ferocity that led to her complete unraveling before too long, a plunge into shaky ecstasy and into wicked satisfaction, the pleasure burning a hole in her while she gave in to these wild pleasures.
Yae couldn't slow down, and she was happy to embrace the wild passion and ferocity, the passion and frenzy of giving up hotter. It was a beautiful, chaotic rush, and she embraced it all, gasping and heaving through the momentum and chaos of letting go. It was a beautiful rush of chaos and fire to give in to, pleasures that burned her down and left her hopelessly ready for more. A noisy, wild orgasm rang out brightly, and Yae welcomed the chance to give in, moaning, "Breed me in front of these cucks," as she threw her head back and let the writhing spectacle pull her into the deep end. She was powerless and hungry under these pleasures and wants, the desire that she wanted to completely.
The men watched fondly as the black bull's heavy balls tightened up and his cock pulsated, pumping forward and filling her up with a dizzy spectacle of pleasures and wants that she gave herself deeper in to, and she wanted to embrace the utter wrongness and thrill of letting so completely go. Yae's wails were noisy and harsh, and she was all too happy to twist and thrash through the spectacle, through the wild lusts to give herself up fully to. The gooey satisfaction left her trembling and aching happily, and she let them linger over her a moment longer before she sank down, legs reaching the ground again.
As the man pulled out of her and his cum oozed out of her cunt, Yae purred, "Can you see what a real man does to a woman?" she asked, spreading her pussy open. "So much more cum than what eight Inazuman men can do on a woman's feet." She rose up to her feet, and began to wipe the cum off her soles using the ground. "In the dirt, where it belongs. Let's lock you cucks back up again, and then if you're good boys, you can watch me eat this bull's ass."
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The festival ended, and Ei invited Jean and Ningguang to her abode at least, to sit around the table and learn from the other two women what they had done in spearheading the blacking of their own nations. Ei's rules were more extreme than Liyue or Mondstadt, but as both women arrived tatted up and bejeweled with spades, they were happy only to praise how far she had taken it, wondering if perhaps the outlawing of sex for their native-born men was a step worth taking in their own city states. They discussed their laws, their love of black men, and grew closer. It was a meeting of other leaders that Ei had perhaps denied herself for too long, her smile wide and the discussion all making her feel more open to sharing things that she had long since kept only to her inner circle.
"I was first blacked a long time ago, alongside my sister and our friends. We would do so much together with black men. Endless lines of black men. When I instated my decree, I wanted to spread that same joy I once felt, and I wanted to make sure that all of Inazuma could experience succumbing to black cock together. My sister is gone now, but her memory can live in. It's also why I constructed the puppet Shogun to endure endless sex with black men, just as I can. She's right now getting filled by three men at a time, I believe. But a blacked Inazuma is one that I am happy to entertain, and to come rule myself."
Jean and Ningguang nodded in steady understanding. "Sharing black cock with the ones you love is amazing," said Jean, placing a hand over her heart.
"You're honoring your sister's memory by doing this," Ningguang agreed.
"I'm glad you say that," Ei said. This was a relief. She had like-minded women with her here. She was free to speak and free to open herself up to realities that had her needing to express herself. "Because there's something I would like to do, and which I only take women I know I can trust along with me for. I would like to extend that invitation to you, in hopes that we can become friends, and that Inazuma can properly rejoin the world."
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Underneath the sakura tree where Makoto was buried, Ei lay on her back, Ningguang to her left and Jean to her right, the women holding hands while three of the shogun's favorite black bulls mating pressed the right there on the ground.
"This is what she would have wanted," Ei said, with both women beside her tearing up a little bit as they helped her celebrate her sister's memory by fucking these men. "She loved the mating press. She always did, and I would crawl into bed with her and help rim her while she got fucked. She always came hardest that way. She always wanted Inazuma to be ruled by a love for black cock."
"You made her dream come true," moaned Jean, whose legs wrapped around the waist of the man deep dicking her down, her every moan louder and more forceful, rising in the delirium and senselessness of a moment escalating to overwhelm her fully. It was almost too much to believe but she remained committed to it.
"And now you can bring together more families this same way," Ningguang said, the pleasure building stranger up, guiding her to keep wanting this, to embrace the chaos and the maniacal fever of letting herself give up deeper. The pleasure was unbelievable, a relentless joy to continue savouring.
The women gave up together to senseless ecstasy, the pleasure and the hunger that felt truly unstoppable, overbearing fascination and fire building, aching, escalating until it felt like too much sense to be able to deal with. The pleasure was unrelenting, and it felt like the chance to spiral into deeper, wilder, messy through the chaos that they wanted. All three of them writhed in ecstasy under these pleasures, taken harder by the black men happily using them, indulging in madder ecstasy and fascination that simply wasn't letting up. The pleasure was unbelievable, and it felt like the pleasure and the hunger that felt wilder, too beautiful and too wicked to believe, but it was better, hotter, too fascinating to believe.
Three of the most powerful women in Teyvat whined through the senseless pleasure together, getting fucked by black men in the dirt and surrendering themselves fully to the passion and the sweet indulgence begging them deeper. This was incredible, and the pleasure refused to bend or hold back, bringing with it the stubborn ecstasies that demanded more, continued to guide them down into worsening spectacle. The sweet indulgence and frustration of giving in wilder, the messy thrill and the hunger that didn't feel real. There was so much to want to embrace here, and the pleasure was too wild to deal with, a beautiful fire and a hunger that gave the women the addictive thrill and fever of every drug they craved. There was no slowing down the passion to embrace, and there felt like no reason to hold themselves back from these spectacular thrills. Throbbing hunger and burning need brought them deeper in messier.
There was absolutely no sense in holding themselves back here. They were united by their love of black cock and by their love of sharing in moments like this. Ningguang and Jean felt closer to Ei than any outsider had in a very long time, experiencing the chance to melt into these passions and embrace their lusts, the desire and the hunger that kept escalating. It was unbelievable, and there felt like no good way to deal with this passion, the throbbing spectacle and fever to let them fall ever deeper into, and there was simply no good way to deal with this now. They were hungry, desperate, and couldn't slow down their passionate indulgences.
Ei's thoughts drifted back to old memories. To the woman whose grave she was getting mating pressed on top of. Far from being disrespectful, she believed it was a sign of her overwhelming commitment to her sister, what Makoto would have wanted and she aspired to. Black men were being celebrated all over Inazuma now, and as she thought on the days of devouring her sister's ass hole while a black man hammered down into her snug cunt to breed her, she was overcome with joy and a sense that this was the work she'd long needed to put in. The beautifully ferocious relief of giving up to these passions made her feel the spectacular relief take her, the passion and the heat she needed more of, and she just couldn't resist what it granted her now.
"This is for you, Makoto!" howled Ei as she came, squeezing down on the other women's hands tightly, keeping the dizzy and needy relief of these wild excitements, the pleasure and the heat of pure surrender as she succumbed to this all. It was beautifully senseless, the pleasure and the frenzy of giving in completely. Her man pumped her full of cum. Beside her, the other two mating pressed leaders were pushed to their own beautifully senseless reliefs, the pleasure and the frenzy making for a pleasure too wild to believe, too mad now for restraint. It was a desperately needed relief, one that all three women were happy to give themselves to fully in the name of letting the world around them become molded in the image of their sexual desires.
"I'll help the whole world be blacked, just for you," Ei promised, closing her eyes and smiling the biggest smile she'd allowed herself since the day that her sister passed.