Arab Strangers in White America

uspmn

Summary:

Set in a Percy Jackson AU

Zia is a princess from Nauhét, a middle-eastern country. She moves to study in an American high school along with her sister, Lola, and her groom, Carter. She finds herself confronted and tempted by a powerful, sexist, and racist bully named Percy.

Tags: Netorare, BWC, Corruption, Dubcon, Raceplay, Nationplay, Femdom, Pegging.

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Chapter 1: Culture Shock

Chapter Text

Percy was lying down on the bed with both hands behind his head, relaxing. "You could at least say something interesting, for fuck's sake."

"Ghrlgh! Ghlrugh! Glurgh!"

"Whenever I want to talk to you, you're always busy going after some low-hanging pussy. What's the problem if I'm busy myself now?" Taylor talked back to him while browsing on her phone.

"Ghlrhugh! Gnrhurgh!"

"Low-hanging pussy?" He sneered at her comment and then directed his next words to the cumrag lousily blowing him. "Even though you're sucking the cock of her boyfriend, she still calls you mediocre...- I actually don't remember your name."

The girl interpreted this as a signal to speak up. "Puah! We're classmates! My name is- Grhurgh!" Her head was pushed down by Taylor herself before she could finish.

"I'm talking with my boyfriend, you trashy skank. You can speak later, when around someone who gives a fuck what a walking hole like you thinks." Taylor pulled on the girl's hair, inflicting audible pain. Understanding her place, the girl continued to just blow Percy. "You wanted something interesting? How about this here?" She showed her cell phone screen to Percy. "What do you think?"

"Is that her boyfriend? Seriously? Begging you for a pic? These guys are fucking pathetic, you should drop them." Percy began to pull on the other side of the girl's hair, using his cocksucker as a tool to sadistically bond with his girlfriend.

"I get to have fun too, don't I?"

"As if you would ever find anyone better than me to fuck." Percy did not have an ounce of doubt about himself.

"You're right on that. That cock of yours is the only one I need in me..." She lustfully made out with Percy, while the girl continued to attempt deepthroating him, with limited success. "...But there are other ways to have fun." Taylor smirked.

She sat up and lined a selfie with her as its focus. Taylor did a peace sign with her hand while sensually posing for the camera. Behind her, the woman was visible, her face covered in spit and precum. Though she knew the photo would be directed straight to her boyfriend, she did not care. Sexually satisfying Percy was worth the degrading of her boyfriend's self-worth.

"And sent. I bet he's too beta to even throw a fit." Taylor giggled, feeling herself getting wet with debasing one of her regular simps. "Oh, wait, I do actually have something interesting to tell you!"

"Is that so? Then tell me."

Again, she showed her screen to him. "What do you think of this one?"

"Hm? Who's that?" Percy adjusted his torso to better look at the image, grinning with interest.

Taylor grinned as well. "A brown high-hanging pussy."

Zia stared out the window of the limousine. To her side, Carter and Lola chatted away.

"Everyone's so white in America! And the guys don't have beards! And the women underdress by a LOT!" Lola was very excited.

"It's not just bigger, Lola. Economically and militarily, this country is a powerhouse. Culturally too. People here have much more freedom. Apparently, freedom of speech is sacred here. You can say almost anything, as long as you're not making a call to violence." Carter had spent the last few days re-studying everything he needed to know to live in America.

"Freedom, is it?" Lola looked out the window again. She was marveled by all the men walking around in suits."

They continued to diminish their home country while highlighting the wonders of America.

"You two need to get in line!" Zia had enough. Her firm tone immediately silenced the two. "Are you two children? Do you understand what it means for us to be in America right now?"

"Are you talking about us being the first inter-exchange students of Nauhét to come to study in America?" Carter wanted to stay on her good side.

"That's true, but it's more than that. We're representing our nation. In the eyes of the world, we are nothing more than a weak, oil-rich country to exploit. Places like America, especially, think of us as sand people, though they'll conceal their racist eyes. We might not be at war, but this is an enemy country." Noticing her words had brought down Carter's irritating amazement of America's supposed grandiosity, she turned to Lola. "Sister, we might have more freedom here than ever, but freedom comes at a cost and with risks. There are plenty of flaws that come with it, such as the objectification of women like us. While you're thinking of 'hot guys', they'll be thinking of how to best use and discard you. You and I are princesses of Nauhét. we must behave with composure, do you understand?"

"We might be princesses, but only you matter, sister. I'm only second-in-line." Lola did not want to just roll over to her sister, looking away.

"Lola, don't treat this like a child!" Zia got right on Lola's face. As the older daughter, she felt responsible for educating her younger sister. "If something happens to me, you're next in line! You must take this seriously!"

"As if anything would ever happen to you!" Lola lightly jabbed at Zia's toned abs.

Zia calmed down with Lola's playful compliment. "It's called hedging your bets, Lola. That's why our parents had two of us."

With her stern lecture, both Carter and Lola had quieted down. As a result, so did Zia. She supported her head with her hand and looked out the window again. "Plus, what's so great about America, anyway? I much prefer Nauhét. What this place seems to call freedom..." She particularly stared at a young white woman dressed in a mini skirt and a crop top who was walking down the street with an older man. "...I would just call it degeneracy." She looked at the two again. "If we allow it, this place will eat us alive and make us lose our identity. The school we are going to is notorious for its lasciviousness, and we will be the only non-white students there. Don't treat this place and its people as enemies, but don't immediately treat it as an ally either. Be smart, vigilant, and stay together. Don't lose sight of our love for our culture and country."

From the get-go, Carter was already fully on board with Zia. He nodded.

Lola, too, nodded. She was persuaded by Zia's leadership skills.

Zia brought them in for a hug. "Listen up, you guys. Carter, you're my groom. Lola, you're my younger sister. I'll protect you. In exchange, you two will protect me when I need it. We're in a land of strangers, but with each other, we'll be just fine. There won't be anyone watching over us, so we must behave responsibly. This is important!"

"You can count on me, Zia. You too, Lola."

"You can count on me too, Carter. I'll just let Zia handle herself, though. Tall and muscular as she is, she can take it."

The trio laughed and steeled themselves for their first day in an American school.

Carter walked slightly behind Zia and Lola, who walked side by side as sisters. They were already in the hallways of the school, leading up to her class.

He gazed at his fiancée. Zia walked with perfect posture. She was a tall, gorgeous woman with light brown skin. She had short, thick, straight raven black hair, cut around the shoulders. Noticing that Carter was being left behind, she looked back at him. Her amber eyes had a stare intense enough to intimidate even Carter, who knew that was not her intention.

He looked down and sneakingly admired her legs. Zia was raised to lead Nauhét one day. As a result, she was trained to be perfect in all aspects of life, including physically She was a successful athlete back in their country, with her muscular thighs and visible abs attesting to that. It was weird to see her wearing an American uniform. She sported a buttoned-up white shirt with a red tie, which struggled against her voluptuous, perky breasts, a dark skirt, and dark pantyhose.

Lola was shorter than her older sister. She wore the same outfit, except for the pantyhose, which was replaced with thigh-high socks. Her physique, however, was much different. Her skin was lighter than Zia's and she was not athletic, but she had a natural hourglass figure that excellently complemented her jiggly bubble ass and thick thighs. Unlike Zia, her breasts were not large enough to cause problems with her uniform's size.

Carter himself was not special. He was not athletic, nor particularly tall or good-looking. However, he was Zia's groom, and would one day play an important role in Nauhét's future. Though their union was decided while they were still children, they had come to love one another, even if they had, to this day, at most kissed in secret.

"Tch. Degenerates..." Zia whispered loud enough for Lola and Carter to hear.

Much like Carter, every single guy in the hallway ogled at Zia's body. They made no efforts to conceal their lewd gaze, eyeing her up and down and even rubbing their balls on instinct. Some guys whispered things to each other, no doubt discussing their sexual interest in her. As Zia's groom, Carter felt uncomfortable, but he understood better than anybody that she could handle herself.

Lola looked around like a curious dog, observing all the guys making out with women, or harassing other weaker guys. In contrast with their home country, they could sense the oppressive, dog-eat-dog culture. Carter made a mental note of all the guys being bullied in plain sight, or girls being sexually molested, some seemingly unwillingly.

Some guys stopped Zia on the way, flirting with her.

"I am not interested." That was her answer every time, in a very firm monotone. She gave no openings.

After arriving and sitting in the front of the classroom, things did not get any better. Carter could hear the constant whispering around them.

"Did she come all the way here from the middle-east just to make my cock hard?"

"Give me a week and I bet I can bleach her."

"What about that guy? Isn't he her boyfriend?"

"You guys should stop saying stupid things. Pretty sure Percy's calling dibs on that desert pussy."

"If we wait long enough, I bet Taylor gets us some pics of her ahegao."

Endlessly, guys all around the classroom gossiped about them, with a special focus on Zia.

'Well, it's not like I can do anything. These guys want to have sex with her, but I know Zia is better than that. I'll just trust her, like she trusts me.'

Half the school day had already passed. Though she hated the lewd atmosphere and the constant insistence of guys approaching her during breaks to flirt, Zia had to concede the teachers were next level. 'I can see why America forms so many of the world's elite. I guess I can survive these people's stupid culture.'

"The teacher sure is taking a while." Carter commented.

"Next one should be math. Where is she? Hm?" Lola turned around to face the doorway. The trio heard some commotion and assumed it was the teacher arriving.

Instead, several guys entered the classroom. Considering the number of empty seats, Zia deduced they were late. 'They missed half the day. I guess these are the most useless bunch of the class, then. Or perhaps...' Zia specifically noted the guy in front. '...Athletes? He must be, looking like that...' Unbeknownst to herself, Zia's eyes had opened wide, glaring at the man leading the pack. Whoever he was, he was very tall and extremely well-built, with highly-produced short blonde hair. His broad shoulders and tight short-sleeved shirt and jeans pants perfectly highlighted his rippling muscles.

Zia looked toward his lower body. As an athlete herself, she honestly wanted to estimate the size of his quads and calves. "Oh!" What she saw, however, elicited one of the most sincere, involuntary gasps of her life. 'What the...! Is that... His penis?!' A massive, long, rod-shaped bulge extended down the left side of his pants. Always attentive to her own body, Zia felt her heart accelerating. She checked her own pulse to be sure. 'I must simply be impressed by his... Size. Yes, that's all. I guess he's good-looking too. Whatever, I'm still a woman, I'm allowed to think someone looks good. Plus...' She took a good look at his expression and the way he carried himself. 'Just from his body language, I can tell this guy is a narcissistic American asshole… Just the sort of scum I hate.'

"Woah..." Lola unintentionally let out.

Seeing the same expression on her younger sister's face, Zia felt irritated. 'So what if he's ridiculously attractive? Don't be shallow, sister!' Is what she wanted to say. Instead, earnest as she was, Zia stood silent, not wanting to be a hypocrite.

Looking behind her, Carter also seemed astonished. "Carter." Zia whispered to him.

"Huh? What?"

"Nothing." Zia smiled. "I just wanted to tell you to be confident in yourself!"

"O-oh! Thanks!" Carter blushed.

'It'd be good if Carter manned up a bit, but I can't blame him. The culture in this place has very toxic stereotypes of male domination and female objectification. He is likely irritated by the disgusting men who have tried flirting with me so far.' In contrast with Zia, Carter had much less self-confidence. He did not feel worthy of her, and she knew it. 'Even still, Carter is really great, and I love him a lot... I'll have to better express that...' She was worried that her own stoicism might make it hard for him to feel appreciated.

She turned back to look at the man. His eyes were locked onto her, and he had a lustful smirk. It felt different. It sent a chill up her spine. She worried that her perfect poker face might have shown weakness. Though she naturally had no interest in any of the men in this room, especially one who looked like some punk gang leader, the last thing she wanted was for him to think she showed interest.

He gestured for his clique to spread out. They all went to their seats and began chatting with other friends. Instead of going toward Zia, he stood in front of the whole class and spoke up. "Everyone. I have good and bad news!" From his tone, he seemed quite pleased with himself. "The bad news is that Ms. Crawford is going to be quite late! I don't think her legs will be recovering any time soon, or her voice from screaming 'Percy! Percy!' so many times last night! But I have hope that she'll be here by next period!" Percy grabbed his own bulge and most of the classroom began to laugh.

Though detached from this culture, Zia was clever enough to understand his innuendo. Lola and Carter seemed confused. She was disgusted. 'The teacher... With a student?'

"The good news is that Kyle is getting a new brother or sister!" He pointed to a flimsier-looking nerd in the back. "I tried my best, buddy, but she kept asking for my cock! I'm sure you understand, right?"

As laughter erupted even louder and overwhelmed the room, the flimsy student stood up and tried to run out crying. Before he made it out of the doorway, Percy grabbed him by the shirt. He said something that made the student get even more panicked, and then he was allowed out.

"This place is sick! Open bullying...? Sexual humiliation like that...? Why was he looking at me that way...? Does he also wish to... Breed me like a sow?" Zia was still recovering from the vile scene she witnessed. To the side, she could tell Lola was flustered, looking at Carter behind her. Curious, Zia also looked at Carter. However, the person she saw was not him.

"I was looking at you because I seriously want to become close friends, Zia!" Percy's voice caught her completely unaware.

"Gah!" Percy had sat on Carter's desk, obfuscating him from view, forcing him to lean to the side to still see Zia. He had an expression of fear and nervousness.

She focused on what Percy just said. 'I-I didn't mean to say those words out loud! Was I stunned into stupidity or something?!'

She used all her mental energy to recompose her body language and facial expression, though her heart continued to race. "What do you want?"

"Didn't I just say it? I want to become really close friends with you!"

"After that little show? What makes you think I would be even mildly interested in wasting a second of my existence with human excrement like you?" Zia sneered at him. She could feel her groove coming back.

"But Zia..." He leaned forward with a vile smile. "I caught you looking at my dick."

"Hah?" She did not expect such a direct statement. Zia scrambled to respond quickly. "Was I not supposed to notice your huge penis?" She hated herself for her awful comeback. Lola looked at her funny, and Carter's face became even more anxious.

"It's even bigger out of my pants. I can show it to you if you want. Why don't we take a walk and...-"

"Absolutely not! You might be some sort of pack leader in this ridiculous school, but I was not raised to have an interest in scum like you! I am well aware of what your intentions are and openly reject them."

"What sports do you play?" Percy shifted the subject in a flash.

"Wha-! I run... Track. Volleyball and soccer too."

"I do American football and MMA. We should train together one of these days. Maybe you could give some pointers. I've always wanted to run track. You're royalty, aren't you? You might have access to even better training than I do." He really reinforced the friendly smile. "That sounds like a good time to me."

"I've already rejected you..." Zia had nowhere to go and was annoyed at his insistence.

"Hey, that's fine! I don't fuck EVERY girl I meet, just 99% of them! You look like a special one, so I guess that just makes sense. We should still be friends, though. My father is an oil tycoon with a lot of business in your country. Isn't networking an important trait of royalty? Or did you come to America to form no relationships?" He chuckled. "That would be a little pathetic, especially when I am extending you such an opportunity."

"Tch. I'll think about it. Now, would you leave my groom's desk already?"

Percy seemed genuinely surprised by her remark. "Hm? Groom?" He looked behind him, making eye contact with Carter. "This guy? This weakling is your future husband?"

"H-hello. I'm Carter..."

"Get up, groom-boy. Come on!" He stood up and pulled Carter up by the collar, standing directly in front of him. Percy was visibly taller and more muscular than Carter, by a longshot. "Didn't you realize I was hitting on your fiancée? I really want to shove my dick down her exotic brown pussy, didn't you notice? Why didn't you defend her at all?" Obviously dominant over the smaller Carter, Percy was enjoying himself.

"I-I... She can handle herself so..."

He was completely ignored. "What do you think, princess? Who would win in a fight? White American Football player Percy or respectful, feminist groom Carter here?" He tensed his body, highlighting the veins and ripples on his muscles.

Everyone in the classroom noticed a potential conflict arising and began to observe. Zia stood up, sensing she might have to act somehow. "Let him go." Seeing the fear in Carter's face gave her a rush of adrenaline. She did her best to use her intimidating amber glare on him, but it had no effect. Seeing her mad just made him more entertained.

"Sand people are violent and unable to conduct themselves in a civilized society. On just the first day of inter-exchange in America, the first princess started a big brawl! Do you think headlines will look like that just here, or globally too?" Percy laughed at her.

"I... Don't care." She did care, and strongly at that. Pride was Zia's most dominant trait. To have her country's name tarnished so quickly and easily, even if it was unfair, would hurt her far more than any degree of physical pain.

"That's a lie." His threatening gaze pierced through her mental defenses. She understood he meant every word coming out of his mouth. Carter was in real danger. "I'll give you three choices. Choose one, and I let weakling brown-boy here go." Percy spouted racist slurs as naturally as any other word. "Give me your phone number, tell me whose dick is bigger between his and mine, or watch a video with me."

Zia assessed the situation before her. She disliked being in the spotlight like this. 'Giving him my phone number and making any further mention of his penis is absolutely impossible. I don't want to cave anything, but I may need to appease him this one time...' She sighed. "I'll watch a video with you."

Percy instantly let go of Carter, with a big, happy smile. "That's great! Sorry about this, buddy." He tapped Carter's shoulder in a friendly manner. "I wasn't really going to hurt you, I just wanted to see if she really loves you! She does! You can thank me later." He looked at Zia. "I guess that was enough for today! You're a really interesting girl, Zia. I want to get to know you a lot more!" He pulled out his phone and typed something.

Soon, Zia received a text from a strange number with a 10-minute video. "Y-you had my number the whole time?"

"Obviously! I just wanted to see what you would say. You can watch the video on your own too, I'll respect your privacy. I know you'll need it for this one."

Zia was surprised by Lola, who sneaked up on her side and peeked at her cell phone. They both knew the video had sexual content. The thumbnail contained Percy's naked back and butt seemingly ramming down at a woman.

"Oh, yeah! You have a sister!" Percy snuck up and hugged them both during their distraction. "I learned a lot of things when I looked you up online, Zia, but I had almost forgotten. I knew it was weird to get two sand girls in class on the same day!" With a grin, he whispered. "By the way, don't worry about missing class. The last time I saw Ms. Crawford, she was still twitching and gushing semen out of her filthy, motherly pussy, even when I had already pulled out of her! She might stay in the infirmary for a while."

Lola's eyes sparkled. "The infirmary...?"

"That's where they end up sometimes. I can get a bit rough, and some women are so fragile... Unlike you, Zia. I can tell you're strong under your clothing. I bet you can take a pounding-"

"Shut up!" Zia pushed Percy away.

He was unfazed by this. Rather, he shifted focus again once he noticed a female student enter the class. It was a tall, slim, remarkably white woman with blue eyes. Unlike Zia and Lola, her uniform was overly customized and accessorized, not to speak of her beautiful shoulder-length blonde hair. From the way she walked and her posture, she might as well have been American royalty, at least in Zia's eyes.

The blonde woman winked at Percy, who sighed. "This was fun, but my girlfriend is calling me. Her name is Taylor, by the way." He looked at Carter. "I think she'll like you a lot, buddy! By the way, we should work out together some day. Just you and me, okay? None of these pesky, annoying girls!" He joked around with Carter. "Just us men!"

Percy finally left, and Zia felt mentally relieved.

Unfortunately for her, she felt something deep down, somewhere in her lower body, aching.

Whatever it was, it was certainly not relieved.

"Alright, girls, good night." Carter was in the lower bed of one of the bunks of their room. There were two bunk beds. Zia claimed the one above him, and Lola claimed the other upper one. Most dorms involved four students, but they were granted an exception due to their nature as special foreign students, leaving one lower bed empty.

"Good night, Carter!"

"G'night!"

As his mind digested the events of the day, he heard Zia and Lola whispering above him.

"Isn't that too big?" Lola sounded impressed.

"S-some guys can be like this... He certainly was, I could tell..." Zia sounded anxious.

"Who's that? She's getting destroyed!"

"I think she's squirting while he thrusts? I didn't know that was possible."

"Didn't our tutors teach you this stuff?"

"Not this lewdly, of course! This isn't theory, it's the real thing... At least here in America..."

"So white men are this big...?"

"They must be bigger. But Percy is probably the biggest. Fuck, what the hell...!"

"Did you just curse? You never curse, Zia!"

"I-it's the video's fault! There's no way that woman is enjoying it, he's treating her like a ragdoll-! O-Oh my god...! It's so much...!" Zia gasped.

"H-holy crap... T-that's what getting your brains fucked means?!" Lola sounded amazed and frightened at the same time.

'They must be watching the video... I guess it makes sense for Zia to check it... She wants to understand everything, so she knows how to act.'

"Lola, what are you doing...?"

"It's okay just for a bit, right? It's the first time we live without supervision! Let me enjoy America a little!"

"B-but sister, touching yourself like that...!"

"Shh! You don't want Carter hearing you! I won't mind if you do it too. Just keep playing the video, please!"

"To this jerk? I would never do it, even if he's incredibly-"

Carter put the pillow over his head so he could no longer hear them. Right before entering a deep slumber, one last thing popped into his mind: It was the face of Percy's girlfriend, Taylor. She might have been the single most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, even more than Zia.

He was sure she winked at him.

The next day, Percy sat on Carter's desk before class started.

"What did you think of the video, princess?" Percy was as smug as usual.

"What makes you think we even watched it? Idiot."

"Because you just said 'we'." He looked at Lola." You watched it too, cuter princess? What did you think of me?" Percy licked his lips.

"It was interesting. We don't have porn like that in Nauhét."

"Oh? The cuter princess is a lot friendlier than the big princess! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have a lot more where that came from."

"Really? Do you just record it every time you take advantage of a woman?"

"Come on, Zia. You saw it. Did it look like she didn't enjoy it? Trust me, with the way she was crushing my cock with her orgasming pussy, she was begging for more."

"Have you been with a lot of women, Percy?"

Percy chuckled. "What do you think, cute princess?"

There was silence for a long time. Then, Lola spoke. "I think you've had sex with a lot of women."

"Lola!" Zia scolded her sister for so openly massaging his ego.

"But it's true, sister! Look at this... Thing!" She pointed to his hips.

Carter was out of the conversation and could not see, but she was clearly pointing to the massive bulge in his pants.

"If you hang out around the infirmary, maybe you'll see something someday, cute princess."

"But you didn't answer the question!" Lola was annoyed.

"He doesn't have to! We don't want to know!" Zia raised her voice.

"I'll tell you stories tomorrow if Carter lets me have his seat before classes start."

"We don't want to hear your bragging stories-" Percy left, ignoring her. "He's so fucking annoying! I mean- Annoying! He's so annoying! I hate him!" Zia crossed her arms and pouted. It was the cutest and most childish Carter had ever seen of Zia.

"Do you think he'll send us another video today...?" Lola continued looking Percy's way.

Carter felt excluded. In his isolation, he gazed at Taylor every now and then.

She seemed to always have different men around her, except when Percy was nearby.

And they always seemed so submissive.

Carter was pleased when he discovered Taylor had plenty of social media presence... And plenty of pictures.

"Thanks for letting me sit on your spot for a bit, buddy!" Percy smiled at Carter.

Zia sighed. "Sorry, Carter. Lola just wouldn't shut up. It's just for a bit, until she's satisfied..."

"Hey, I'll make you guys a deal! As long as you let me sit on Carter's spot, I'll keep telling you my legendary sex stories." He winked at Lola, who seemed excited about the offer. Zia blushed. "Deal?"

"Ok, tell us one!" Lola was excited and eager.

"Only if Zia says it's a deal."

She looked at Carter. He did not know what to do, so he just stood silent, leaving the decision to her. He trusted her.

"Sure... Just because my sister wants to."

"Of course, Zia! I'm not going to think less of you just because you want to hear about all the girls I've railed!" Percy laughed while poking Carter with his elbow. "Alright, so, you probably don't know this yet, but the principal has a bombshell body. Not just that, her older daughter is smoking hot. Both are due for a child later this year. Guess whose seed made those babies?" Percy flexed his enormous biceps, smiling smugly.

"You... Impregnated the principal and her daughter...?" Zia was astonished. "But isn't the principal married...?" The moral implications were her focus.

Lola, on the other hand, had a different focus. "How did you get into their pants?!"

"This was a funny one. So, last year, I got a teeny tiny bit annoyed with this other guy on the football team who picked a fight with me. Because he attacked me, I had no choice but to beat the shit out of him, you know? Self-defense and all. The principal thought I went overboard and...-"

"Why did he attack you?" Carter unexpectedly interrupted Percy. He, himself, did not do it consciously.

Percy stopped to look at him. His irritation was apparent in his eyes. Regardless, his voice tone camouflaged it. "He found out I had slept with his sister."

"So, wasn't it your fault?" Zia jumped into the opening. She wanted to somehow humiliate Percy, who had been too comfortable around her.

"No." Percy was unabated. "Her sister has begged me to sleep with her nearly every day since. Doesn't she get a say? I'd imagine you'd be a defender of women getting to choose, Zia, even if it is to be bred by an 'asshole' like me." His sadistic grin expanded. "At first she was a bit reluctant, but just like the principal and her daughter, all women have a bimbo whore side to them. Well, sometimes they get upset, especially if I go out of my way to get them pregnant..." He looked at Carter. "And sometimes, the men around them are the ones most ruined."

Carter felt a chill run up his spine.

"The way you see women is disgusting. Tch." Zia refused to look at Percy.

"Y-yeah, that's pretty messed up, but... I'm still curious about the principal story..." Lola anchored the conversation back.

"Oh, yeah! So, miraculously, she brought me in to scold me..."

"At first she didn't want it, but once my cock went in, she was all pleasure squeals!" He laughed.

"I told her to bring her daughter, or I would have no choice but to visit her husband at work one of these days..."

"The principal's daughter got upset that I was mainly fucking the principal herself. She was jealous! It was really cute when she punched her own boyfriend in an attempt to show loyalty to me..."

"So, I had one final threesome with the principal and her daughter. Nobody was crying about incest by that time! They just kept moaning and asking when their turn was... That's when I found out the principal herself had a sister who was a complete MILF! From the first time I spoke with her, she already acted a bit slutty, despite having two children..."

"Last week she kept begging for me to fuck her. I said I wouldn't do any more anal, and if she wanted my cock, she would have to risk getting a baby..."

"That's how we filmed the video you two girls enjoyed so much last night. I can still feel her tight womb crushing my cock." Percy finally finished his story.

Zia and Lola were both breathing heavily, though only Zia looked aghast. Lola was enthusiastic.

"That's amazing... Freedom is insane..."

"That video was the principal's sister...? You're lying... No woman would ever like being treated in such a way!"

"Yep! Look, let me show you!" He pulled some text messages and shoved them in Zia's face. "Read her last message out loud, would you?"

"...Please, breed me one last time... Heart emoji, begging emoji... And then it's a photo of... This is morally... Unacceptable..." Zia was stumped.

"Here, Carter, take a look!" He flashed the phone in front of Carter.

It was a photo of the woman's vagina stuffed with toys. The implication seemed to be that it was not enough, and she needed Percy.

"Well, my favorite sand people, I should go now. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you another one!"

Zia and Lola looked at Percy walking away.

Carter felt uneasy about their stare being different from yesterday.

Again, Percy had his seat.

"You beat her boyfriend right in front of her?!" Lola wanted to learn more.

"Yep. She said if it was the cost of getting fucked, she was okay with it."

"I'm sure she came on your penis several times over while you continued to mock the loser." Zia added her own opinion.

"Just like the other one I told you a second ago."

"That one's different. You only fucked her to get back at her sister for complaining about you to the principal." Zia felt the need to correct the facts.

"Ah, good catch, Zia. I'm glad to know you're paying so much attention to my stories!"

"Tch!"

"Tell us another one!" As long as the class did not start, Lola had the will to go on.

"Sorry to ruin your fun, everyone, but I need my boyfriend to deal with something!" Out of nowhere, Taylor walked up to their group and intervened. "I hope you'll forgive me! Oh, and congrats on being accepted as an assistant in the infirmary, Lola!"

"Oh, hey, Taylor! Thanks!" Lola got up and hugged her. "Sorry! Sure, we were just having fun hearing Percy's stories!"

"What, did the geek not pay you, Taylor? Do I have to go visit his mother again?" Percy did not appreciate being interrupted.

"Something like that. Maybe you can offer them a video as an apology?"

"No, thanks-"

"That's a great idea!" Percy stood up and put his arm over Carter's shoulders. "Which video would you prefer, Zia? The one where I breed this brown-haired maid that my dad hired last week, or the one where I fuck Ms. Crawford's daughter?"

After a long pause, Zia uttered quietly. "The one with the maid..."

"She wants the one with the brown-skinned woman, hm?" Taylor looked at Carter. "I wonder why...?"

"Yeah, I wonder why she'd want to see me brutally fucking a girl of the same skin color as her. Well, a promise is a promise!" Percy let go of Carter. Zia was visibly relieved.

Before they left, Taylor looked at Carter and began to do something on her phone. Carter was surprised to see her follow him back on social media. She winked again and left.

Later that day, Percy sent the video as promised.

Carter had to endure yet another night of Lola and Zia whispering on the bed above.

However, this one night, Zia's voice seemed far sweeter than usual, and it went long into the night…

Yet again, Carter was forced to use a pillow.

Lola and Carter had already gone to sleep.

Zia was alone on her bed, watching the video Percy sent her. She had a hand on her slit and rubbed it furiously. Her cell phone played a video of a dark-skinned woman having her pussy thoroughly destroyed by his humongous, thick, veiny cock. She observed with an obsessive gaze as the huge log continued to pummel the woman into submission. 'He said this woman was their maid? Percy stays in the dorms like us, but if he were living there now, she would probably be getting fucked every single day... No, getting bred! With him, it's getting bred, not fucked. That's a monster breeding meat! And I'm... Masturbating to it...?'

She kept thinking about the stories Percy told them in the last couple of days. Zia knew they were morally reprehensible... But, somehow, she felt excited hearing them. 'Lola did too. The difference is I can hide it! He's such an asshole, an evil man! So why do I...' She looked at her soaking wet pussy and the video playing on her phone. '...Get so turned on...? I've never felt this way before, fuck...!'

She focused on the girl in the video. 'That could be me... No, that would DEFINITELY be me if I were any other woman. I can tell he gets his way every time, if he so wishes, but not with me. Just because he's incredibly hot and manly... I am a proud Nauhét princess... I won't submit to this trash, evil culture! That's why, to keep my carnal desires sated...' She intensified her rubbing and pinched her sensitive, swollen clit while visually indulging in the brown woman's pounding.

'She's so small, and he's so big... That's right, if it were me...! I could take so much more than her...!' She bit her lips to muffle her impending moans. "Ungh... !"

The next several days of class became worse for Carter. It was no longer a surprise when he arrived in class and Percy was already on his seat, waiting for them, ready to brag about his sexual prowess. Zia had stopped criticizing him. She listened to his stories with more curiosity and interest than before. She even began asking him questions about sexual positions, techniques, details of the stories, and so on…

When he questioned her about her more open attitude about Percy, she very casually rebutted him. "It's not like we can help it. We might as well listen to him brag like some horndog idiot, Carter. And since he's talking so much, is it that bad that I get a little curious? Like it or not, he does have lots of sexual experience."

"I get it in class, but haven't you been texting him a lot too?"

"If I don't answer him, he gets impatient and is extra annoying in class. I'm just preventing that." Zia looked at Carter with her intimidating gaze. "We'll be here in America for a long time, Carter. You'll need to work on your self-esteem, or else this might turn into a problem. Could it be that you no longer trust me?"

"O-of course I trust you."

"As long as we stay here and want to avoid conflict, he will be aggressively pursuing a sexual relationship with me. Do you see me submitting and taking that bastard's monster penis into me like one of these white, American whores?"

"O-of course not..." Carter was afraid of getting on her bad side, so he passively accepted all of this, for now.

"I'm glad." Her cell phone vibrated, and she began texting again... "It's that asshole again... Yes, it's big, we all get it... God..."

One day, Zia was returning to their dormroom alone. Carter stood behind to discuss something with a teacher, and Lola had been gone since the previous period. Zia was very surprised when she saw Lola in the hallway, accompanied by the guys who composed Percy's clique. She was in the middle of the tall men, and they were clearly flirting.

Once Zia saw a hand touching her sister's ass, she shouted, while running up to her sister "Lola! Are you okay?!"

"Hm? Sister? Come on, Mike, let me go !" Lola giggled, breaking out of the group. "I'll be there in a moment, don't act like some clingy betas!" The guys laughed at her joke and went on ahead. "What is it, sister? Is everything cool?"

'Beta? Cool?' Zia could tell something was amiss. "Sister, what are you doing hanging out with those men? I saw one of them harass you."

"That was Josh. He wasn't harassing me, he just got a little hand-happy. You know how white guys are, they can't help themselves when there's a hot girl!" Lola seemed ecstatic.

"Lola... What is going on? Why are you with them?" Zia feared that her sister may be losing herself.

Zia's tone seemed to piss Lola off. "What? Am I not allowed to make friends? Should I just hide under your shadow and let you choose who I hang out with, even in the country of freedom?"

"That's not...! Lola, the men in this school want nothing more than-"

"To fuck me like crazy, I know! I'm not naive, Zia, but I am an adult. Let me make my decisions, okay? I'm just making friends and learning new things. It's no biggie." Lola kissed her sister on the cheek. "I can take care of myself! Bye-bye!" She hopped away, humming the tune of some pop song that Zia did not know.

Zia's phone vibrated. It was Percy. He had sent her a small clip of himself masturbating with his mammoth cock. The camera angle greatly emphasized his immense size. Soon, a girl's face appeared and began to suck him.

She immediately rushed to the bathroom to masturbate. She watched the video over and over again, fingering her pussy as far deep as she could. "Hah...! Hah..! Hah...!" Though it was risky of her, she made no efforts to hide her frenzied moans. Zia was in a trance. She glared at the screen nearly psychotically. Her eyes were overly sensitive to the stimulus, noticing every single detail.

Of course, the details she noticed were biased a certain way. Zia noticed every single detail of his cock. The veins, the shape, the little bumps, the way it twitched slightly as the bitch in the video skillfully blew his glans. 'Fucking American bitch! White whore! Letting an asshole like him use your mouth like some sex toy is something only a low-worth, useless skank would allow! Hah... You're not even sucking him properly! That black maid from the other video... She sucked so much better... She understood how to satisfy him... I bet a pale cow like you won't even get a proper load out of him...! Hgnh...! Fuck...! I could do better than that...!'

Zia realized she was treating her own pussy with an aggressiveness that she never had before. Unconsciously, she was abusing her hole to imitate the way in which Percy brutally rammed the tight pussies in his videos. It was a coward's attempt at feeling the same sensation.

Her body spasmed in a powerful orgasm, leaking juices on the floor. Athletic as she was, Zia did not let her panting and cumming get in the way. She continued to finger-fuck herself while mentally hurling insults at the woman in the video.

She stood in that stall for a long time, watching again and again…

"Percy's disgusting... He thinks he's hot stuff just because he's got a big stick."

"You see that girl there, Carter? She's a complete whore. She was squirming on Percy's dick last night. I know because he sent me the photos."

"American men are so depraved, but Percy is even more depraved. I hate how he keeps sending me photos of his cock while another girl is blowing him. Did you know his balls are huge too? So fucking stupid. White guys and their big cocks suck."

"Every time I look at him, the first thing I notice is his huge thing dangling down there. How does he even walk around with that? Isn't it annoying how he keeps hitting on me and saying I'm 'exotic pussy'?"

"Oh, good news. He won't be annoying me tonight. Seems like he's got two girls over. Apparently, they have loser boyfriends and preferred to spend the night with him. Sucks to be them."

"I wonder if he's still fucking them even now? It's been a few hours... Their boyfriends are kind of pathetic, aren't they?"

As the days passed, Carter began to feel more and more isolated. One way or another, Zia spoke of Percy all the time. Meanwhile, Lola had gradually detached from their group and had been making friends all over the school, with a lot of them being guys.

He remembered Percy's offer to work out. 'Maybe this will bring me closer to everyone.' He headed for Percy's dormroom. Carter intended to knock, but the door was slightly open, so he walked in instead.

He did not find Percy. Instead, he found Taylor.

She was lying down on a couch, wearing no pants or underwear, only a casual shirt, ass up.

He froze. Initially, he was afraid of having been noticed and this turning into some bigger scandal. After a few seconds, he realized she was fast asleep. To avoid any accidents, Carter quietly closed the door and approached her.

She had a beautiful, fat, curvy ass. The shape of her cheeks pressed together sent his cock to full mast right away. Her butt was meaty enough that her asshole was hidden within, but he could see her pink pussy slit. Involuntarily, Carter began to breathe faster, and his eyes went bloodshot. Without masturbating whatsoever, the constant talk of sex had mentally edged him to the limit.

Fully disregarding the risks, Carter jumped forward and buried his nose into her ass crack, sniffing hard. The scent of her asshole contaminated his brain and felt mind-boggling. He spread her cheeks apart and took a good look at her clean, pink asshole. Much like her pussy, it was a hole he wanted to play with. Carter lost all common sense, basking in the godly sensations of having his face buried into her ass meat.

Soon, he realized the insanity of his actions. Just as Carter tried to pull back, his head was suddenly locked between Taylor's legs. "Hngh?!"

"My, oh my. Where are you going, exotic beta male?" Taylor had woken up. She looked at him from the side of her eyes while tightening her leg lock on his neck. Carter was at her mercy, feeling her soft, juicy thighs squeezing his neck. His face gradually turned purple as he choked. "You must be a special type of gooning loser to try something like this. Did you expect me not to notice?"

"Sorry...! Please..."

"Hm..." She had a sadistic smile on her face. It reminded Carter of Percy. "I'll let you go, but only if you don't run away, understand? Otherwise, I'll tell Percy. I don't think you want that, right?" Taylor giggled.

Carter nodded frantically and she kept her word. Free from her hold, he gasped for air. "Thank...! You...!"

"No need to thank me yet. Get on your knees and kiss my feet." Taylor swiftly adjusted her position and sat with her legs crossed. "Don't stop until I tell you."

Carter obeyed her without question. He kneeled and kissed her bare feet. The feeling of his lips on her foot's texture was awakening a whole new sensation within Carter.

"Beta males like you always like feet. You're so predictable." She looked at him from above, giggling constantly, enjoying his submission. "I can tell your little thingy is twitching down there. It feels good to know I'm so desired even by inferior men and races on the other side of the planet. It's much more fun getting railed by my alpha boyfriend, though. Did you enjoy sniffing my shithole stuffed with Percy's cum?"

'Stuffed with what?!' Carter had no idea.

"Oh? From your face, could it be you didn't notice? I see, so you're that much of a virgin ! This is great! Come over here...!" Taylor leaned over and pulled Carter up by the hair, bringing their faces close together. She patiently studied his face. While thinking, her sadistic smile remained plastered on her face. "This is such an opportunity. Grooming a personal loser early like this, with no prior experience or ingrained habits? And an exotic, brown specimen at that? This is just sheer luck!" She let go of Carter's hair.

Carter looked at the stream of cum leaking from her asshole as she spoke.

"I know you are afraid of Percy, and you should. He already has a predisposition toward hating inferior monkeys like you, but now that you sexually assaulted me like this? Oh, boy... Touching his top breeding property like that might make his brain go a little haywire."

"Property? You consider yourself-"

Taylor shut him up by shoving her panties into his mouth, gagging him. Her glare was scarier than Percy's. "Percy is allowed to think of me whatever he wants, and I am allowed to think of him whatever he wants. None of that archaic arranged marriage BS you have in your desert country. Now, I think you are not only terrified of Percy hospitalizing you, but also of what your dear fiancée would think if I told her what you did."

Carter's pale expression promptly gave away that she was right on the money. 'If Zia finds out, it's all over! She'll never trust me again! Dammit, why did I do this?! Why am I so deplorable?!'

"Don't worry. I will save you from this hell. As long as you obey my every command from now on, I will tell neither Percy nor Zia. Nod if you understand so far."

Carter nodded.

"I should also let you know that I care very little for reluctance. Show hesitation, and I'll end our agreement. Got it?"

Carter nodded.

Taylor giggled, satisfied. "I want two things from you. One: From now on, every time you see an exposed female ass, you will beg to eat it, and you will do your best both in the begging and eating part." She paused. "Okay?"

Carter reluctantly nodded.

"Don't hesitate like that again, baby."

Carter nodded immediately.

She pulled her phone and began snapping pics of Carter's sorry state. "I have so much material on so many people... If you disobey me a single time because I am not around you, I will know." She began texting with someone, giggling at the sound of incoming texts. "As for the second thing I want from you: From now on, whenever you jerk off, you must have an object like a toothbrush or bigger up your manhole." She paused and grinned wider than before. "Nod."

On instinct, Carter nodded.

Taylor stood up and brought a toothbrush from the bathroom. "Take your pants off." There was no flexibility or sweetness to her voice. He obeyed the scary woman. "I'll be having you jerk off soon. I can tell you're not used to it, likely because of your shitty, prude culture, but I'll teach you how good it can feel. Aaalright, get ready... Brace for impact...!" She giggled continuously. "Up you go!" She started pushing the toothbrush into his ass, handle-side first.

Carter grunted in pain. She treated his asshole cruelly, simply ramming it as far as she could. The toothbrush was lubed a lot, which helped, but it still felt awful.

"Well, I guess that's as far up as it'll go for now. If I had more time, maybe I could stretch it wider, but... Percy's talking to me and I think he wants to cream me again." About half the toothbrush had entered Carter. Taylor sat back on the sofa. "Now, masturbate. Produce a healthy, sizable load for me, your new queen." She pumped the air with her fist, mocking Carter. "Pump really hard for me and stain the floor with your weaker, useless genes, loser. Go ahead."

Carter felt powerless. The ruthlessness in her words and actions made her threat abundantly clear: If he hesitated even a bit, she would end their deal. Cornered, he did as ordered and began to viciously stroke his penis. He pumped it desperately.

"Isn't it crazy?" She made a small gesture with her index finger and thumb. "If only it weren't this size! Oh, but I bet it makes it easier to pump and cum, right? That's good!" Taylor proceeded to ignore him while using her phone. "Oh, my. Percy just can't contain himself, huh? I guess your marriage is no good now. Sorry, baby!"

"Ngh?" Carter continued to pump, scared of what her words meant.

"This photo is so nasty...! Oh, my god...! I didn't know Arab prude whores could be this wild...! I hate to admit that she's got such a killer body... No wonder they're running a train on her that hard ! They don't mind my using my boyfriend's second-hand goods! It's the law of the strongest, get it?"

Carter was on the verge of cumming. He wanted to know more but was afraid of stopping.

"I'm definitely going to be spreading this video around... We can make a before/after montage. Before Percy gapes her asshole open forever, and after. I can tell from experience. Most girls change, you know? Oh! And before/after pregnancy too! For her future baby's sake, I hope it's white. Oh! He's calling me? Feel free to dump your load on the floor at any moment, okay?"

'Even Zia got corrupted in this hellhole...? I'm so pathetic... I'm a failure in every regard. I might as well just cum like a masochist loser!' He sped up his thrusts, cum beginning to spew out.

Taylor answered the phone while rubbing her feet on Carter's face, mocking him. "Hey, baby ! Still recovering from that beating you gave my ass! Hm...? Just a little busy... I got a new pet. This one is exotic, has a real colorful hide." She grinned while staring at his face. "I saw it ! That's what they get for having the successor being a woman, right? Cockholes should know their place, especially from inferior races. They're still doing her now ? Nooo way! Hm...? Oh, you're right, I mixed them up. What does it matter, aren't they all desert trash? Who cares which one is which?" She laughed while winking at Carter. "Wooow, how caring of you! I guess that means you get to coach her virgin pussy with your dick still, congratulations to you. You better let me watch when it happens." Taylor stood up, put on her shorts, and moved to the door, still on the phone. She gestured a pumping hand again, telling Carter to really milk himself up. "That's right, I lined that guy's mom for you. Yep, she's eager. You mind if I get my strap-on and..." Taylor slid out of the room.

Following her final instruction, he took several minutes before stopping for good.

Naturally, he cleaned the floor before leaving, not that there were too many drops.

Lola entered the dormroom. Her hair was a mess, and her step was unstable. She had a stupid look on her face. Though her clothes seemed fine, the bottom and top ends were unbuttoned, and her skirt was slightly unzipped, exposing part of her panties. There were two strands of hair on her lips, and her makeup was disorganized.

"Lola!" Zia stood up and angrily stared at her sister. She knew a lesson was in order. 'If I don't act now, it might become too late for her. All alone here in America, she's my responsibility! Fuck! Where's Carter to help me? He feels so useless right now!'

"Hey, sis... What's up...?"

"Sit here, Lola. We must speak." With her serious expression, Zia tapped the bed by her side.

Dragging her feet, Lola sat beside Zia. "Here comes the party-pooper..." She pouted.

Zia was furious. "Lola!" She took a good look at her younger sister's disordered appearance. "Please, tell me you didn't do what I think you did..."

"Hah?" Lola was visibly ticked off by Zia's accusatory remark. "My, oh my. Tell me sis, what is it that you think I, the pure Lola, did." Lola had an expression of indignation.

Zia could not help but notice that Lola sounded slightly different than usual. 'Is it her pitch? Her tone? Or her expressions...? It reminds me of...' Taylor's face immediately came to her mind. "Lola, you know what I mean. Just answer me."

"No way, I have no idea, sis! You tell me what you think I did in that room, with those men." She brought her face close to Zia's and whispered with a smirk. "Tell me what you think I did alone in that room for hours with all those jocks."

'She's testing me! I won't relent to my younger sister!' Zia's chest was filled with pride. She stood up to represent their hierarchic positions. "Lola, did you have sex with those men?"

"Sex...?" Lola stood up as well. She was shorter than Zia but had the guts to stare straight into her eyes from below. "I don't think you could call it that way. Maybe if you describe it clearer..."

"Ghh!" Zia's anger reached the breaking point. She grabbed her sister's shoulders. "Did you let them fuck you? Breed you? Did they pump their nasty white cum straight into your womb, Lola? Did they ram your hips so hard that your skin is bruised?! Did you sell your identity as a proud Nauhét princess to become a sow for white males?! Did you turn into a bimbo bitch like in Percy's videos?! Is that direct enough?!" There was a long pause. "Well?!"

"Yes." Lola grinned, giggling at Zia's choice of wording. "I don't know if it was half as dramatic as you said, but... Do you know what a spitroast is?"

"A spitroast? I-In a sexual context? How am I supposed to know?!" Zia was dumbfounded. She could barely recognize her sister's arrogant attitude.

"I thought you'd know, considering..." Lola looked down, beneath Zia. "...You've been busy ."

Zia reflexively looked beneath her. She gasped once she saw pussy juice dribbling from her soaked panties and onto the floor. It was a consequence of the texts and videos she had been exchanging with Percy just a moment ago. She immediately let go of Lola and rushed to switch underwear.

Lola laughed loudly at her sister's hypocritical indecency and began to leave the room. "We're going to be here in America a long time, sis. A good leader also has flexible thinking. Why don't you let your mind be opened up a little?"

"Lola...!"

"I'll go hang out with some other friends. I might not be coming back to this room for a while. You can go back to your cell phone and look up what a spitroast is. Oh, but try not to get sheets stained, okay? It might be awkward explaining it to Carter. " Lola left while still laughing.

Pathetically enough, that is exactly what Zia did.

In her failure to restore her sister to normal, Zia also felt her mind quickly changing.

She also failed to keep the sheets clean.

It was already late night. Carter strolled around the school trying to shake the humiliating memories from his head.

He also tried to shake the constant horny thoughts invading his mind.

Realizing it was a futile effort, he returned to his dormroom.

"Wha-" He was met with the same sight from a few hours ago.

There was a woman lying on a bed, wearing no lower clothing, butt facing up.

However, this butt was light-brownish, not pale-white.

It was Zia, his fiancée. She had her right arm underneath her body, reaching down toward her crotch with three fingers inside her hole. The sheets below her were soaked with sexual juices, and her body shivered. Her pussy lips contracted irregularly while gushing pussy fluids.

"Fuck...! How can I be all out of content so fast...! Ah, shit, his Instagram, then...!"

Carter realized Zia was watching some type of porn and was shocked. The Zia he knew would never even consider indulging in such things. However, as much as it surprised him, there were stronger forces driving him now.

His lust... And his obedience to Taylor.

'Her ass is fully exposed... Which means I must...'

"Huh?! Carter?" Zia noticed him.

Adrenaline hit him. In a rush, he blurted it out. "Zia, please let me eat your ass!!" Carter turned pale in shame.

In much the same way, Zia's mouth gaped open, dumbfounded.

Ultimately, the most surprised one was Carter, upon receiving her answer. "O-okay...! Let's do it, Carter!" She stuck her ass out, calling him to action. "G-go ahead...!" Her huge, fat, toned ass shielded her sexy asshole, but her drenched, pulsating pussy was in plain view.

Carter leapt ahead, buried his hands onto her cheeks, and shoved his tongue down her crack, touching her anus. Happy to be accepted by the one most dear to him, he enthusiastically lapped her hole up, coating it with large doses of spit.

"Nghn... ! Fuck, Carter...! Nice job...! Let me help you too..." She used her feet to rub Carter's small bulge over his pants. He grunted in pleasure, bringing a smile to her face.

He continued licking intently, bathing her ass crack with saliva and admiring the shape of her curvy, lean back in front of him. Carter was joyful for being able to share this intimate, sexual moment with his beloved. The safety he felt with her brought much better feelings than with Taylor, whom he acted merely on perverted impulse. 'We might even sleep together at this rate!'

Things quickly changed once Zia's phone vibrated. She stopped rubbing his cock with her feet and swiftly picked it up in a rush. "Oh..." She sounded disappointed. "I thought it was... Ah, nevermind..." Zia put the phone down.

For a moment, Carter did not understand what she was so disappointed about. Zia resumed massaging his crotch with her feet. "I thought it was that jerk sending me another dick pick. He's so disgusting! He thinks that just because he's perfect-looking, manly, and has a big fucking cock, he can treat me like one of his bimbos! Isn't it unfair?"

Holding onto her fat ass meat for support while devotedly lapping up her hole, he felt it suddenly twitch. As Zia kept talking, her asshole twitched more, and her solid leg muscles tensed up. "Just because his family is wealthy and powerful, and he is smart and strong, he thinks he's some sort of hotshot..."

"Mmm..."

"I bet it doesn't even feel that good, you know? Like, if I actually gave in, just once, and let him stuff my womb with his Caucasian genes and fat cock, I bet it wouldn't even feel good. Sex has to be made with love, not bestial, senseless thrusting until the girl squirts like a used-up whore."

"Mmmn..."

"I think he's sick in the head. He's spent so much time drowning in hot women who regularly beg him for sex that his self-image has turned into a bubble, you know what I mean, Carter?" She looked behind her. "By the way, can you lick better? It feels a little shallow. Thanks."

"Mhnm..."

"But I have to admit, he does have some interesting stories. Yesterday, he told me there wasn't a single girl in class that he hadn't fucked silly yet. Some of them, he went out of his way to impregnate. From what he says, he usually only gets them pregnant if the girl has a boyfriend who decides to be annoying. I guess it goes to show, right? If you're a weaker male, don't stand in the way of the alpha, or the girl is the one who suffers. In summation, every single girl you look at or speak to has already had sex with him at least once. I wonder how that feels for the guys who don't get laid often?""

"Mmmm..."

"It'd be kinda like... If I decided to let him fuck me, and I'm not saying I would, but if I did... I think it'd be best if you just let him rape my pussy as many times as he wants, until he's done. It might be rough at first, but I guess I would probably end up cumming so much that I wouldn't morally mind it much... Hypothetically, of course!"

"Mmmnh..."

"Ah, but he might be a bit rougher towards me because of my skin color... Can you believe God went out of his way to make the most chiseled, alpha guy possible, who has a juicy, satisfying, monster cock into a racist bastard?! If only he were a nice guy, or maybe middle-eastern..." She pondered for a moment. "No, wait... I think he's better off white. It sounds wrong, but definitely, yeah. If I were to let him fuck me, I guess I do prefer that he's white. Every girl must try interracial once in their life..." She began wiggling her ass against Carter's face. "Get a big, white cock up into that sand pussy... ! What a stupid slur. That's what I'd do if I weren't a proper lady, of course. Sometimes I fantasize about being a normal girl, but I must be responsible, so only if he wore a condom. Then maybe I could give it a try? Only theoretically, of course! It might be a bit tough, since he's so packed, unlike you..."

Carter was getting severely frustrated. Despite doing his best to eat her ass, she continued to talk about the man who treated her like trash and even bullied him on his first day in class. She had even slowed down her foot massage. "Hey, Zia. Could you ease up on the Percy stuff?"

"Huh? Ease up?" Zia fully stopped rubbing his dick, moved her ass away from Carter, and glared at him with her soul-piercing amber eyes. "Even though you're to be my life partner, you won't let me vent whatsoever? I thought we would have each other's backs in America. Who am I to count on, if not you?"

"I-I didn't mean it that way..."

"What?" She used a foot to inflict mild pain on Carter, pushing against his balls. "Then please explain to me what the issue is of talking while giving you a lovely footjob, despite us not being married yet." Her restrained tone reeked of anger.

"W-well, I'm licking your ass too, so it's not one-sided."

He did not expect her to react with such immediate laughter. "Please, Carter, you're barely doing anything. It'd be faster for me to just pull up some video of some ebony girl getting pounded by a white pornstar. Or maybe just woman up and ask Percy for another video. Look, I'm not going to apologize. I am feeling horny, and it makes me say stupid things. Just keep eating my ass and don't bitch like a crybaby, okay?"

"S-sure..." His protest ended and he resumed his activity.

Zia promptly began speaking again…

"I heard that Ms. Crawford really did get pregnant. Some students said she regretted it because now he would no longer have a reason to fuck her. She was upset that her loser son irritated Percy and is trying to win him back. Do you think she would have her son repeat the year as punishment? It's kinda fucked up, but the fact she's so into it that she would sacrifice her own son is kind of understandable, isn't it...?"

"Maybe one of the reasons Nauhét hasn't progressed as much as a nation is the lack of alpha males in our culture. If we could import some white men into positions of power, do you think our country would grow faster? It might even benefit our population growth problems... They could give sex education to our males, so they at least have proper oral technique. It would have benefitted you a lot..."

"Did you know he once ran a train on the cheerleading all by himself? All the cheerleaders were too exhausted to come on the field and cheer. It was kind of a mini-scandal. It's incredible to me that it's happened more than once too..."

"Lola learned from some girls that PTA meetings in this school are nothing more than gangbang time. The last time it happened, the teachers didn't even bother. All the mothers who came had in mind that they were going to get a pounding. How is that even possible...? If you can fuck so many people in one session, could there be a single woman who could handle Percy in bed?" She paused. "Maybe a non-white girl...?"

"So even though Taylor is dating him, she openly accepts it. If I really try to put myself in her shoes... I think it might be because she feels empowered knowing that the male she is partnered up with is such an alpha pussy-taker. Maybe I would be more attracted to you if you had your own harem back home? Hm... No, without girls squirting and squirming in pleasure, it might not feel the same... You know, I heard he beat this student so bad that they had to drop out... But then he went after the mother and gave her triplets after raping her for the entire weekend. Someone told me Taylor got upset with him because she wanted to watch and maybe peg the guy at the same time, but she was out of the country..."

"Hm? Did you cum already? Oh, okay... I haven't cum once yet, but I guess we're probably going to have sex now, right? That's kind of exciting...! I can't believe I'm so openly willing to ruin tradition by having sex out of wedlock. You want to do it now?"

"I-I can't... I just came so..."

"...So? What, you can't get hard again?" After Carter nodded, Zia disdainfully gazed at his stained pants. "Really? But Percy can go for dozens of rounds without stopping. I guess manliness affects this stuff a lot, huh?" Zia examined the soles of her feet. Some cum had penetrated the tissue of the pants and made its way to her soles. "Eew... This is disgusting, Carter! How could you ejaculate on my body without warning?"

She scolded him for a long time, ultimately taking a shower to clean up the smell of his sperm.

Carter looked at the bed sheets. They were ruined with all the juices that oozed out of Zia's excited pussy.

For some reason, she spent a long, loud time in the shower.

Carter could not forget the look of scorn on Zia's face.

After that day, her behavior continued to change, escalating into increasingly atypical things for the prideful, prude Zia. Carter felt like a passive member of her life, powerless to do anything.

"Zia, shall we go? I want to get in the gym early, otherwise, the losers start benching in the squat rack!" Percy randomly stormed into their dormroom.

Carter was napping on his bed, and he thought Zia was doing the same. In reality, she was dressed up to work out with skin-tight white leggings and a black sports top that exposed her built midriff and muscular arms and shoulders. "I'm ready. Let's go." She got out of the top bunk bed and left the room, eagerly chatting with Percy.

The last thing Carter noticed was her cameltoe.

"Hello? Sand princess? I've been waiting for you in the hallway all this time. Get the fuck off the bed already!" Percy entered the room. Carter pretended to be napping. Percy climbed the bunk bed ladder, ignoring him. "Come on, bitch, get up already!"

"Oh, fuck! I screwed up the alarm! Let me dress up!" Zia jumped off the bed, still in her casual pajamas. As she picked her gym attire from the wardrobe, Percy ogled her. "What?"

"No, nothing, by all means! Go on ahead!" He rubbed the enormous bulge in his gym shorts.

"Fuck, you're perverted, you know that? This was enough to make you hard? How can anyone hang out with a horndog like you? Big white guys are such a nuisance- Hey!"

"You're talking too much!" Percy forcibly undressed her. Now in her underwear, he ran his fingers through the muscles and curves on her body. "Well, well, my training tips were very helpful, weren't they? I bet your fat, brown ass could take a slamming like no other girl..."

"Of course it could, my ass is strong!" Zia took pride in her body. "Stop perving out, I'm trying to dress up, okay? You can rub that bulge of yours against me during the squats, but not here. And one day of training with you obviously had no effect, I was already this hot!"

"Oh, so you don't mind if I get some friction action on you if it's for a good reason?"

"Idiot! Why would I mind it if it's for a good reason? If your fat cock getting stuck between my legging's cheeks will get me a PR, then dry hump me as much as you want, otherwise shut up! Gosh! Big, alpha guys are seriously the worst!"

"Okay, okay, as you wish." He looked at Carter, whose eyes were slightly open to peek at the situation. Carter immediately closed his eyes in an attempt to remain stealthy. "Zia, I think your bitch-boy here is pretending to be asleep and watching us flirt. Isn't that gross, at least by your standards?"

"Pfft! You think I don't know that? I've been discovering a lot of things about Carter lately, like the fact that he is kind of a beta. But it's okay, I always knew that. And since when are we flirting?"

"Oh? You were telling me to dry hump you freely."

"No. I told you to dry hump freely if it'll help during an exercise. I just want a spotter, but if the humping comes with the package, it's fine. As for him, just ignore him. I bet he'll jerk off later or something. "

"It kind of makes me want to beat him up..."

"Would you rather dry hump my 'fat ass' with your monster cock, or beat my groom up? Come on, don't be petulant. Seriously, white guys...!" She pulled Percy by the arm.

"Okay, okay, geez! But only if you let me grope your tits too!"

"Fine, just come, God!"

"Nghn... ! Did you really fuck his mom while Taylor pegged him...? Nghn... ! It's always the moms...! What's with them? Do you prefer older women? Nghn...!"

"You really enjoy talking while getting a massage, don't you? Yes, I do like moms, but..." Percy was giving her back a massage. Zia had her ass up, wearing only panties, and her body was covered in oil. She lied on the bunk bed above Carter, who faked to be asleep again. "...I like royalty more. How does it feel here?"

"Nghn... ! Dangerously close to my pussy, so don't go further... Why are your fingers so good...? Does it come with being a white asshole? Nghn... ! And forget liking royalty... I won't let you get into my womb... No matter how thick your cock is... !"

"That's fine. It's your loss. You can just keep masturbating like a bitchy loser. But if you would like to upgrade and have a taste..."

"No. Nghn... ! Just keep massaging me... You owe me for what you did during the bench press..."

"What, didn't you like having my balls on your face?" Percy laughed at his own prank.

"Of course not... ! Even if they smelled surprisingly good... ! How can you even walk with a sack that large... ! Is the monster cock not enough?"

"It gets plenty uncomfortable, especially when I'm hard, like now. This bed is too small. If you don't want me to lose my underwear and get naked, let's go to my room. I have an actual king-sized bed. What do you say...?"

"No!" Zia was very firm. "I know your room's a trap. If I get in there, I'm not getting out without a bucket of cum in me. Just lose the underwear, I don't mind..."

"Oh...? If you say so..."

Carter could hear Zia's breathing consistently becoming more ragged. The massage was very effective.

"Fuck, it's big...! D-don't touch my skin with it, okay...?"

"Impossible. There's just too little room here. Let me show you something special instead..."

"What are you...? Oh... ! That feels even better, wow... !"

Carter was dying of curiosity to know what they were doing. Luckily for him, they soon announced it.

"How does my dick feel instead of my hands?"

"Even better... Fuck... ! Yes, keep massaging my back and shoulders with it... What the hell... It's only because it's so heavy that it works... !"

Zia and Percy whispered to each other, with Zia softly moaning regularly.

"N-no closer than that...!"

"Come on... I have a feeling that if I insist, you're just going to budge, so why not...?"

"C-Carter might wake up..."

"You know he's been awake and listening like a cuck this whole time. You even joked about it a second ago."

"N-no... Not today..."

"Some other day, then? Are you giving me a date?"

"No. No dates. No sex... With a racist, white bastard like you, ever. Nghn... Oh... Stop..."

"Come on, I want to see what your abs look like when you're cumming your brains out! Don't you want to see my six pack up close, crushing you? Let's do it! Let's give your small-dicked, beta boy a show!"

Carter feared for the worst. Despite everything, he held hope that Zia would never cave, even when Lola had apparently given up easily. After hearing more sweet whispering from the two, he was expecting a large pussy-breaking grunt to come at any moment…

"Percy! Are you here again?" Taylor entered the room abruptly. "There you are. Did you seriously intend to forget about dinner with my parents to fuck some Arabic muscle-woman?" She was annoyed.

"Huh? It's tonight? Well, I refuse to go now. I'm about to get my genes all the way up in the middle-east, so..."

"You should go. I don't want it. In fact, this is as far as you'll ever go with my body, so you better have enjoyed it." Zia spoke up. Percy's trespassing of her imposed limits had backfired.

"Oh? It makes me look bad when you can't even enter the pussy of some inferior-race monkey princess, baby. Take that as divine punishment for forgetting about your perfect girlfriend and get down here."

Percy tried to argue for a bit more. He eventually submitted and dressed up to leave.

Carter found pleasure in seeing Percy thrown off his rhythm. The big, alpha man was constantly filled with hubris and sucked the air out of every room he was in. In a way, this was a cathartic moment for him.

Unfortunately for Carter, this resulted in an involuntary chuckle. In less than a millisecond, he could sense that he was in danger. The proceeding silence supported his fear.

"Hey, Zia..." Percy's quiet voice was filled with anger. "I hear your brown beta-boy here hasn't been going to class... You should make sure he goes tomorrow. For his own well-being."

"What, so you can beat him up?" Zia sneered at Percy. "Just beat him up now if a small chuckle was that much of a big deal to your big-dick pride."

"Make him. Go to class. Tomorrow." Percy gave Zia a clear, firm order and left the room.

"Oh, my. That's too bad for you, isn't it, Carter? You try so hard, but things just don't align for you, do they?" He could hear Taylor approaching him, all the way up to his ear. "I can't believe you fucked up that bad. I wonder how you squeal? I wonder if it'll sound the same as your little friend, Lola. You're such a loser..."

"Is there something you would like to say to my face?" Zia jumped off the bunk bed and put a hand on Taylor's shoulder, gripping firmly. "He's still my groom. Don't threaten him."

"Oh, I see how it is. It's only okay if your crush does it?" Taylor shoved her hand away and moved to the door, giggling along the way. "I wasn't threatening him, for the record. I quite like him. I was just wishing him the best for tomorrow because Percy seemed pissed. Hey, Carter? I promise I'll try to calm him down for you, okay... ?" She left the room.

"...Well, I did my best to protect you, but she's right, you fucked up." Zia stood in front of Carter, who finally opened his eyes. She was fully naked, with her body covered in oil, providing an unbearably erotic sight for Carter. His small dick formed a tent in his pants. "You got hard just from looking at me, huh? Pfft... That's exactly why you're getting beat up tomorrow."

"Will you protect me?" His hands were shaking.

"And drown my reputation down the mud at the start of our year here? Face the consequences of your actions, Carter. You provoked him. You'll just have to deal with it. I'm sure it won't be too bad, so try to remain optimistic."

Carter nodded. He felt too isolated to insist.

While he cowered, afraid, Zia spent the night masturbating to 'bleached' porn.

"Oh, honey, you're in sooo much trouble today!" Taylor hugged Carter tightly. They were in the classroom. She went out of her way to make him smell as much of her adorable scent as possible. She skillfully manipulated his body during the hug to rub his crotch against her thighs, giving him an unnecessary, but unavoidable hard-on. "It's gotta be so hard for you, just wanting to support your fiancée and your friend, and all they're thinking about now is getting white dick... ! You know you can always count on me and... My toothbrushes, right? I've got so many of them..." Taylor gave Carter a wicked, sadistic grin from an angle where only he could see it.

"Th-thank you..."

Zia sat on her chair, arms crossed, staring at them with annoyed eyes. Taylor noticed this, gave her a smirk, and backed away from Carter. "I tried my best to calm him down, honey, but I think it's going to be really bad, okay? Please do your best to avoid any permanent damages. It'll be hard for you, since you're so short and weak, but what matters is not the size of the monkey in the fight, but the size of the fight in the monkey!"

"That's such a stupid expression. Only an American bimbo like you would use that unironically." Zia hurled poisonous words at Taylor.

She chuckled back to Zia. "Well, it looks to me like you've been greatly adapting to our culture, so maybe you'll start using it soon, sweet princess. Now, I'll be leaving. I'll watch the video of the fight later, it's almost guaranteed that it'll be uploaded online for posterity." Taylor left.

Carter twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the moment of his death. He was terrified. Everyone's whispers around the classroom simply contributed to his paranoia. They mocked his smaller size while greatly building up Percy's strength. Eventually, they began to discuss the reason for this fight, and then they began to gossip about Zia's outfit.

She wore a sleeveless top that exposed her abs and plenty of cleavage, along with her gym leggings. "I figured he might take it easier on you if he's distracted because my body made his cock hard, so I took a top from Lola's clothes. It's my way of helping... But I think it's just going to make it worse on you because you'll be hard too... Sorry about that..." She stared at the tent in his pants.

Everyone in the classroom cheered. Carter looked at the doorway and saw that Percy had arrived with his clique. He signaled for everyone to sit down and walked alone toward Carter. As he moved, he took his shirt off and flexed all the muscles in his body.

Seeing the swollen monster moving his way, Carter's legs shook. He could hardly stand.

The last thing he remembered were Zia's final words.

"Oh, look. My outfit did make him hard!"

"Carter...? Hey? Earth to Carter? Oh, your eyes are opening up! There we go, come on sweet boy, wake up!" His eyes slowly opened to the blurry vision of a young woman wearing a school nurse uniform.

As it cleared up, he realized the woman was Lola, whom he had not seen for several days. "Hm...? Lola...?" His head hurt immensely. When he tried to adjust his position on the bed, he realized there was pain spread all over his body. "Ghn!!"

"Pfft, what's wrong with you, Carter? You can't move in that condition!" Lola giggled, finding the situation to be funny. "You got the shit beaten out of you. You probably have a broken rib or two, so it's mild, all things considered, but you reeeeally can't move."

"I can't remember it..."

"Hm?"

"I can't remember the fight..." The instant he finished the sentence, Lola burst out laughing. He had told an incredible joke to her.

"Fight?! I don't think that qualifies as a fight, Carter. You probably can't remember it because of how he kept stomping your head. Actually, one of your eyes looks kinda bad, can you see my finger here? Yes? How about here? Oh, wow, you're really lucky. I seriously thought you might have lost sight of one eye. That's good, I think. I wouldn't wish you to get that hurt. Watching Percy beat someone up is always fun, but we're childhood friends, so I'll slightly cheer you on from the shadows."

"Where have you been, Lola...? I haven't even seen you in class lately..."

"I've been experiencing the greatness of white America around the school, if you know what I mean." Lola did a blowjob motion with her hand in the air. "I haven't changed dorms or anything, it's just that I don't spend a lot of nights sleeping... I've also been working here in the infirmary. I get to see all sorts of action." She leaned forward and whispered. "Percy sends a lot of girls and guys here, for different reasons. I've been filming in secret to masturbate later. Maybe I could share some videos with Zia, as a way to become closer again? Last time we spoke we kind of had a fight."

Carter could tell Lola had changed, not just from the way she spoke, but also from the way she dressed. Her uniform was unbuttoned at the top and her bra went out of its way to push her boobs tightly, producing a lewd valley of cleavage. Her face contained more makeup than usual. And the hem of her uniform…

...Was so high up that he could see her ass.

Carter remembered Taylor's orders. He had to ask to eat her ass. This scenario was ridiculous, especially considering that Carter was almost literally unable to move due to crippling pain. He could not go ahead. 'Just this time, I won't ask to eat her ass. I'm sure it'll be okay...'

Accidentally, he moved a bit. "Ghn!" Carter felt tremendous pain travel across his body. This pain acted as a reminder of the dangers of disobeying Taylor. 'What if they beat me up again?'

"Hmm...? Are you staring at my ass, Carter? The ass of your childhood friend? I thought you were a loyal boy toy to Zia. You want to get a better look?" She turned around and stuck her ass out. "You wanna eat it? A lot of guys have been creaming it nowadays. There might be some leftover cum inside. I like to keep it as a memory throughout the day, so I don't feel lonely. If you still want to eat anyway, maybe I could let you, but it'd be kind of a loser move on you. If you have any dignity left after getting murdered like that..."

"Let me eat your ass! Please!"

Lola loved his request. He witnessed an expression that she had never made before: sadism. "You want to eat my ass? Just because my uniform is a little bit short, you can't control yourself? Wasn't that sort of impulsive, monkey-esque attitude exactly what got you here in the first place?" She wiggled her butt while spreading her cheeks apart with her hands, teasing and mocking him.

"Yes! Please! I'll lick it up as much as you want, Lola, I don't care about anything else."

"Ooookay, then... !" She brought her ass close to his face. He stuck his tongue out, ready to enter her asshole, and braced himself for the incoming potential disgust of male semen in the way.

Once she rested her meaty ass on his face and his tongue touched her anus, he realized it tasted a lot different from Taylor's. It was a satisfying taste, one that made him eager to lick her. "Sooorry ! I don't actually have any cum in there, I just wanted to see how desperate you were !" Lola giggled uncharacteristically. "You do it like a cute dog, but that's no good ! You need to get some professional training, Carter, or no girl will want their ass eaten by you!" She shook her ass side-to-side, slapping his face with her chunky cheeks.

"S-sorry... If you let me keep going..."

"No, that was enough for me. I'd rather finger myself or test some American toys than endure that horrible experience." A large, burly hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Lola's breasts from behind, eliciting a soft moan from her. Another hand molested her ass from under her uniform.

Carter looked behind her. There was a tall, muscular man. It was Percy.

He whispered something in Lola's ear and then spoke to Carter. "Hey, there, Carter! Sorry, did I hurt you too much? No hard feelings, though, right?" He then chuckled in the same way Carter did the night before. "I have something to do with Lola, if you know what I mean, so why don't you rest up? I think you'll need to heal up to endure the next few days. Who knows how much more I might feel like punching you?"

"Daaamn, Carter ! You really fucked up, huh? Nghn... ! That's beta life for you! I'll go 'do' something with Mr. Alpha here now, okay? I know I'm supposed to care for you until the nurse comes back, but..." She used one hand to stroke the air, teasing Carter. "Why don't you just jerk off like a good boy while waiting?" She laughed sadistically.

"The nurse will probably take longer to return than anticipated. Sorry about that." Percy grinned mischievously. "You'll just have to endure that pain without painkillers for a few more hours. Do your best, buddy."

The two left, with Percy more aggressively burying his hand on Lola's jiggly ass.

Carter genuinely wanted to jerk off, as pitiful as that was, but he was unable to move his body and insert a toothbrush or similar object up his ass.

He opted to suffer in need instead of disobeying Taylor.

"You're looking better, Carter..." Zia tended to Carter in the dormroom. A couple of days had passed since the 'fight'. Carter remained severely injured, but he was able to somewhat move his body. "...How are you feeling?"

"Getting better. Thanks for taking care of me." He chose to leave the infirmary as soon as he could, afraid that Lola or Percy might do something crazy to him. "I need to take my painkillers in a bit."

"I'll bring them to you when it's time."

They continued to chat. It had been a while since Carter and Zia had normal, Percy-less conversation. After his beatdown, Zia became furious with Percy. She did not expect it to be that bad. Once he told her about his meeting with Lola, Zia changed her attitude, returning to a much closer version of her normal self.

"I can't believe that asshole beat you this way... If I had any royal power here, I'd have him tortured and executed. Fucking big-dicked, racist cracker... And he somehow corrupted my sister? We must be vigilant, Carter. Let's stick together, now more than ever."

Carter could not accurately determine what brought about her change of heart. Could it be that she was afraid of becoming like Lola? Or, perhaps, seeing him get brutally hurt by Percy reminded her of her feelings and role as princess of Nauhét?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

It was Percy and the rest of the football team. Lola, Taylor, and some other girls were with them. "Hey there, sand princess! Are you tending to my good buddy? How's he doing?" They were all sporting their football attires, and the girls were dressed in cheerleading clothes. The guys were all sweaty. Percy had a bag with him.

"What do you want, scum?" Zia's tone left no room for interpretation. She wanted him gone.

"You might not know, but we just won a big match against our main rival school from off-state! So, I brought you a gift to celebrate, since you refused to act as my cheerleader!"

"You missed out, sis, it was awesome! Seeing Percy tackling and beating down all those guys was so hot...!" Lola was ecstatic.

"Get out. I don't want any gifts." Percy threw the bag to her, ignoring her order. In reflex, she grabbed it in the air. "Tch. Get out."

"As you wish! We're gonna party in Taylor's home tonight. If you wanna go, call me!" Everyone turned around and began to leave. Percy gave her a sadistic, sarcastic smirk. "I miss our gym sessions. I hope you'll forgive me for introducing Carter to the floor." Before she could insult him back, he walked away.

Zia returned to Carter's side with an immediate change in mood. "I keep saying it. Big, white guys are just the worst. Does he think he can throw my groom around like a ragdoll and still flirt with me? I reserve that right to guys who don't beat up my loved ones. God! What is this, anyway?" Zia began to unpack the bag.

"Z-Zia, it's not worth it. Just throw it away..."

"Don't be a bitch, Carter, I'm simply curious. Let me see... Oh...? What is this...?" The bag contained a football shirt like the one Percy was wearing just now. It was drenched in sweat and had some drops of blood on it. "Wow..." An impressed sigh escaped her lips.

"What is that...?"

"He must have switched mid-match after getting into a fight with someone... And there's something else here... Seriously...? What a degenerate." She pulled a pair of boxer briefs from the bag. They were also sweaty and stained with what was likely precum. "I have so much disdain for him..."

Though Zia's words sounded like something Carter would want to hear, her facial expression wildly contrasted with it. She was biting her lips and glaring devotedly at the filthy male underwear. "It's so gross, right, Carter? These two smell awful. Like... They reek of manly, toxic testosterone. I hate it so much!"

"Y-yeah... Totally. You should throw it out..."

"Yeah, of course. I'll obviously do that..."

There was an awkward silence between them. The air felt tense. After a couple of minutes of Zia twiddling her thumbs, she spoke. "So... It's time for your meds, right? Here you go..."

Carter pretended to take his pills. They would make him groggy and sleepy, and he wanted to stay awake. He knew Zia was acting oddly and wanted to secretly observe her. He had enough willpower to triumph through the pain.

He saw Zia taking off her clothes, body shivering in anxiety... And then putting on Percy's sweat-drenched football shirt. Her face showed just how much shame she felt, but her lust far surpassed it. "What am I doing...! I promised I'd stop...!" Zia fondled her breasts through the shirt, eyes intermittently rolling up in stupid loss of control, moaning. "What excuse can I even make after this...? It's so filthy...! His body odor is going to get permanently smeared on me...! I'll be smelling it every second of the day forever, it's so intense...! I can't believe a disgusting, shitty, racist white guy is making me this horny with his dirty clothes! And there's blood too! Why am I wearing the shirt of a violent animal like him?" Suddenly, she looked Carter's way.

Carter closed his eyes in a hurry, afraid of being noticed.

"Carter? You're asleep, right? Carter?" She received no response and resumed playing with her voluptuous, brown breasts. "I wonder if this is what it would smell like if I gave in and let him penetrate me with that monster, white cock? If he fucks me even once, I'll probably never forget it... My body might reshape forever to accommodate only white cocks. I can feel the same effect on my body right now. If I keep this on for too long... I think I might become chemically dependent on his strong musk." She grabbed the underwear and held it in the air. "This... Is probably... Even stronger... ! I shouldn't do it, but I'm too curious... Carter, if you're pretending to be asleep... I'm sorry for this, but... I promise that I'll do my best to only do it this one time. I just have to... Just to know what it'd feel like..."

In his mind, Carter begged her to stop.

Regardless of his feelings, she brought the boxer briefs closer to her face. Once it got close enough, she took one big sniff. It was loud enough for Carter to easily hear it.

"Nghhhnnn... ! It smells like cock and balls... ! I don't even know what that smells like properly, but this is clearly it ..." She continued to sniff Percy's boxers while bringing a hand into her casual leggings. Carter realized she had become moist to the point of dirtying her pants. "Just this once... ! Just this once, I'll masturbate while pretending he's teabagging me with his big, sweaty balls... !! I'll masturbate while sinking in the filthy body odor of the man who mercilessly beat you up, Carter, sorry !!"

In horror, Carter could no longer take it. He swallowed his pills for real and begged God to make him go unconscious as fast as possible.

It still took way too many minutes, forcing him to listen to the sounds of Zia's obsessive masturbation.

"Let me smell that white cock... !! Nghn... ! Yes, fuck, shove it in my face, Percy... ! It's okay if you spit in my mouth... ! This one time, it's okay if you cum in me...! It's like you're facefucking me... ! Is this what your crotch smells like... ?!" She lost herself in fantasy.

The last image Carter remembered before dozing off was Zia wearing Percy's boxer briefs as a mask, squirting on the floor in the middle of the room while her body spasmed wildly, her body muscles flexing so hard that veins appeared on her six-pack abs.

"Nhnm... What...? What time is it...?" Carter woke up in the middle of the night, groggy. It was time for his medicine. Zia was supposed to wake him up in time to avoid the scenario in which his body pain returned in full swing, but she had somehow failed to do so. "Zia...?" He waited. "Zia? I need the painkillers... It hurts a lot."

Time passed and he received no response. Not knowing where she went, he powered through his pain and headed for the desk where the pills were.

On the way, he tripped on the puddle of squirt that was all over the floor, hitting his head and passing out.

The next morning, Zia apologized to him. She had really bad diarrhea and spent most of the night in the bathroom. Thankfully, Carter was not injured.

However, Carter had another theory.

After all, everyone heard the rumors of a crazy girl masturbating psychotically in the female bathroom that night.

'Zia started working out with him again...' Carter's body was still recovering after a few more days. Uncomfortably enough, Zia softened up to Percy as the days passed and resumed their questionable 'friendship' or 'rivalry'. Carter had just returned from Class when he realized she forgot her phone unlocked in the dorm room.

Carter would never snoop on her phone, but he could not avoid noticing the video playing on loop on the screen, with sound off.

It was Percy's massive, long, thick, veiny cock zoomed in, with three women religiously slurping his shaft up and down, with bubbles, spit, precum, and semen everywhere.

One was Lola.

The other was Taylor.

And the third one was an unknown black woman. From her face, it was certainly not Zia.

What scared him was the caption of the video, which was sent by Percy: "The black whore could be you."

Out of respect, he investigated no further and locked the phone. There was just one problem: He could not spend a single day more without jerking off. He was losing his mind.

Dying of shame, Carter locked the room and took his toothbrush. He knew Taylor's instructions and did not have the courage to disobey her, even in this private context.

The next several minutes were ones of shame and incredible pleasure for him.

"How does this feel?"

"Nghn ... Can't you tell? Idiot." Zia softly moaned at Percy's deft hands massaging her body. "You're ruining my leggings... They're getting all oily... "

"Can't you tell most of this stain is your pussy lubing up for me?" Percy got bolder and slid his hand closer to her crotch region, pressing hard with his fingers to extract pleasurable moans from her.

"Ahn ... Not that close...!" She swatted his hand away.

Zia was lying face down on a massage table in the middle of their dorm room, receiving a massage from Percy. She was wearing a short black top and skin-tight white leggings because they had just returned from their workout. Ignoring Carter, who had been sleeping to recover from his injuries and his humiliating masturbation from an hour ago, Percy went to his room and brought back a massage table.

"You're very feisty for someone who asked for the massage herself. Is that just ingrained in your dumb, victimist culture? You have to bitch about everything involving a white man even when you're soaking wet from his big 'imperialistic' hands?" Percy sneered at her, sliding his fingers across her back and toward her nape.

"You're the one who gets too comfortable, so blame your 'imperialistic' hands instead. I told you we're not doing anything sexual. I just wanted some help relieving the tension and pain from the workout, and you owe me. Nghn... !"

"Nothing sexual? What was that during the squats then?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh? So, you didn't stop in the middle of the set to grind against my bulge? I was just imagining that fat ass of yours engulfing my cock?"

"Shut up ! I was just... ! It was your fault for spotting me too closely, so... ! Ah, fuck..."

Percy slid his hands all the way to her neck and began to mildly choke her. "Relax... It's okay to relieve some tension with your workout buddy here and... Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" Zia gripped his wrist very firmly and violently pressed it with a thumb, forcing Percy to release her.

"Don't choke me, would you?" Zia pouted angrily. "I know you like doing that to your fuck buddies to show how submissive they are before you, but you won't be finding me in such a sorry state. Ever."

"It's impressive that you would hurt me that way. That actually hurt." He gritted his teeth and had a vein of fury on his forehead.

"Of course. I know more self-defense than any woman you will ever meet. You should have already learned to respect my limits."

"You're right, I have." He continued to examine his wrist, in pain. "I have learned it so much that I'll be leaving you to massage yourself then, filthy desert bitch."

Carter mentally celebrated. As much as he felt a loss of control over everything, Zia had limits that she would never cross. Everything would be fine.

"W-wait, you're just going to leave? I-I don't mind if you keep massaging me and...-"

"I am uninterested in massaging a frigid, prideful brown whore like you. I'd much rather massage a girl with a tight pussy who won't be playing hard to get every five seconds. Don't you worry, though, you have your cute groom-boy pretending to be asleep over there. Why don't you ask him?" Percy began to leave. Carter was hopeful.

Zia, however, was in shock. "W-wait! I-I'm... I'm sorry."

Percy stopped and turned around. "Oh? Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for... Playing so hard to get. You were giving me a really good massage and I was... Rude." She bit her lips and clenched her fists to get some of those words out. Zia was internally struggling between pride and lust.

"Sorry is not enough. I would still prefer to go bang somebody else and-"

"W-why don't we get naked? I wouldn't mind if you massaged me naked, like the other time!" Lust was slowly winning over pride. "You can pull your cock out too... And maybe you can touch me... In some other places."

Percy moved toward Zia and cupped the back of her head with his big right hand, bringing his face close. "Zia, I really want to fuck the shit out of you. I want you to be one of my closest cockholes, understand? I even like that you play hard to get. I've never had a living meathole that is so interesting to play with."

"Closest...? Cockhole...? Interesting...?" She was flustered with the lewd compliments.

He put his other hand on her upper chest and began to slide it up her neck gradually. "But if I don't see progress, despite knowing your inevitable conversion into my personal sow, I'll probably lose interest, get it?" Finally, his hand rested on her chin. "Offer and demand. I have a very competitive dick."

There was a long period of silence. Carter did not understand what was happening, but his heart raced with anxiety.

Eventually, Zia responded with a soft voice. "I get it." She grabbed the hand on his chin and put his thumb in her mouth, nibbling on it while staring at Percy's eyes. His smile of satisfaction made her happy.

"Nice..."

"Don't misunderstand it. It just felt wrong to be so mean all the time, so I can give you this much... It doesn't mean I'm one of your sluts or anything..." She looked away and accidentally locked eyes with Carter, who was peeking.

He expected her to blush red in shame. Instead, she looked at him with disdain.

Percy did not respond to her. Instead, he brought her face to his and kissed her. Zia did not fight back, letting him control her head with his large hands. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, eliciting an equal response from her. She embraced his burly neck with both of her arms, her torso sitting up to more adequately have her mouth invaded by his skillful tongue. They lewdly made out for a long time, sharing spit between their mouths. Zia, in particular, slightly bucked her hips intermittently as if she was trying to take in an imaginary dick, fully enveloped in the eroticism and immorality of this act.

"Puah! You're still pretending you don't want to get fucked, but you can't hide when you're french kissing me like that!"

"Ah... Hah... I'm not going to have sex with you. It just felt wrong to always say no, so I agreed this one time, to be nice..."

"Is that so? Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

She pointed to Carter. "I kissed him once."

Percy laughed. "Oh, poor you. How am I compared to him, then?" Percy stared at her with a sadistic gaze and smirk, confident in her answer.

"Your kiss was a lot manlier..." She made eye contact with Carter again. "It made me feel very feminine. When he kissed me, it was like I was the man. Kind of pathetic, now that I can compare the two." She smugly smiled back at Percy. "Plus, you kissed my mouth like you wanted to fuck it, which I bet is true. Manwhore."

"You're right. I don't just WANT to fuck it. I am GOING to fuck it. It's just a matter of time. Also, don't you worry, Zia..." He used both of his hands to toy with her erect, aroused nipples over her top. "...Under a big guy like me, you look feminine, no matter what. You would be even more feminine squealing while your womb crushes my cock."

"I bet I would. Lying down with your big, fat, white cock spearing into me with your white genes ready to infect my body ."

"That's right." He began to remove her top. To Carter's surprise, she raised her arms to make it easier. Then, he began to remove her leggings. She stretched her legs to make it easier. Zia was now in her underwear. "I like you this way much more. Isn't it better when we act as friends toward each other?"

"It has its advantages. But acting as friends is just a prelude for you to get closer to breeding me, isn't it?" Zia signaled for him to remove her bra. "You're wasting your time, but I'll be friendlier with you from now on." Zia was now fully naked. "It's not fair if I'm the only one showing my body, right?" She glared at the massive bulge in his shorts.

They made out again while Zia assisted in removing Percy's clothing. After Zia dropped her initial barrier of pride, her attitude changed to a much more lustful one. Despite her continued insistence that there would be no sex, she eagerly touched Percy's body and intertwined her tongue with his, swallowing his saliva and delighting herself in touching his ripped body. She did not retreat for even a moment, allowing Percy to cup and molest her tits as he wanted. Her athletic body looked beautiful while in close contact with a bigger, more muscular white male.

"Did you look at it? My cock wants to kiss your womb too, Zia."

She did not reject him. Instead, she lied down with her ass facing up and wiggled her bubbly butt. "Don't get distracted by your alpha sexual desires. Just get back to massaging me. If you ever want to get into my 'royal pussy', you'll need me really comfortable with your touch."

Percy did not complain. He was satisfied with her show of progress. He poured more oil onto his hands and turned her table around a little, angling it in such a way that Carter could have a good look at her hole. "Even though your hole and my cock are both eager to meet each other, I will let you suffer in solitude today. In exchange, you won't mind if I show your boyfriend what your cumming pussy looks like, right?"

Much to Carter's dismay, Zia laughed at the joke. "Show him whatever you want. I bet he'd be thankful since he's too weak to make it happen himself." She then looked at Percy's crotch. "And don't get cocky. The one who's going to suffer in solitude is your hung meat there. Look at how heavy it is, desperate to enter into me. Am I really the one suffering?"

"Yes, you are." Percy traced the skin around her hole with his oiled fingers, masterfully pressing the right spots to make her body shiver. "Because the hung cock you're so desperate for will not be alone tonight. There's always a braindead girl desperate to cover it with her pussy walls. It'll be cumming a LOT tonight, none of it in you."

"Nghn... ! What's the fun in that? Wouldn't you rather pour those white genes into me? Nghn...! Oh... Fuck...! Forget those stupid women, I'm better... ! You'd be better off fucking me, not them...!"

"Oh? So, are we fucking, then?"

"No... ! I told you, no... ! But... Wouldn't you rather work toward me...?" Her legs quivered involuntarily from the furious teasing being induced into her with his fingers circling around her swollen, soaking wet pussy. Percy touched her everywhere except where she wanted it the most: her slit or clit. This aggressive teasing was corroding her sanity.

"There's nothing to work for! I refuse to spend a day without pumping at least several loads, and I'm not gonna jerk off like your loser boyfriend does." He moved his hand closer to her slit and spread it apart, giving Carter a good look at her rugged insides. "What do you think, brown boy? This is the sort of hole my cock breaks on a daily basis. Your girlfriend here has a top-quality one. I can tell because I've been in so many of them, unlike a loser like you."

Carter pretended to see or hear nothing.

"Why don't you sit at the table and... We can rub each other a little...? That sounds fun, right?" She desperately bounced her ass up and down, frictioning against his hand. Juices were starting to stream out of her pussy even faster than before. "Come on...! You can cum that way! Isn't it much better than inside the hole of some white slut whore?" Zia's breathing was heavy. Her brain was turning to mush, focusing on pleasure. Her pride was sidelined into a weaker version of itself.

"And why do you care so much? Your motivations are starting to get a little foggy to me, princess."

"I just think it's wrong for a high-level white specimen like you to be wasting your seed on low-quality whores. You use your superior white cock far too loosely. I'm trying to help you." She looked away, embarrassed by her own words.

"My superior white cock? Well, if you're so kind..." Percy accepted her suggestion and sat on the table with his hips positioned closely behind her. His cock's tip poked at the entrance of her pussy, getting coated with her pussy juice. This brief contact made her body jerk due to a strong pleasure jolt traveling throughout her body. "Ungh !! C-careful, don't enter...! Fuck!" She panted, recovering her breath.

"Did you see that, Carter? She just had a mini-orgasm from having her pussy poked with my raw meat here. Do you see how her hole is twitching nonstop? She is so fucking desperate to be bred by me that it was enough."

"No, that's wrong, Carter!" Zia looked behind her and smirked. "It was a full orgasm, not a mini one . That's what I get from messing around with a hung, imperialistic, alpha male like Percy! But we're not done yet, so please don't do anything stupid, okay? I think if he beats you up again, you might die. If things went that route, I may have to take drastic measures to protect you..." Zia continued to pant. Her own words were exciting her. "Oh !"

Percy spread her asscheeks apart. "This is her asshole, see, brown-boy? This one is even tighter than the other one, and with a special ass like this? It must be even tighter than usual. It takes a real forceful cock to ram through holes like these."

"Come on, keep massaging me! It was feeling so fucking nice!"

Percy positioned his thick meat between her asscheeks. It extended all the way to her curvy lower back. To Carter, it looked like an enormous hotdog made of ass and cock. Despite Zia having an immensely voluminous ass, Percy's dick was still so girthy that it forced her cheeks to remain spread apart.

He continued to rub her upper back while thrusting his hips against her bubbly ass, making it ripple repeatedly while his cock frictioned against her crack. Zia could do nothing but moan to the intensified pleasure from his incredible fingers and vigorous lunges.

Feeling confident in the situation, Percy leaned his torso slightly forward and rested his hands on Zia's neck once more. With his advantageous height, he was able to stretch his arm that far without losing leverage on his bulky hips, which continued powerfully and lustfully fucking her asscheeks.

Carter watched attentively. He screamed in his head. 'Thank God!' He felt tremendous relief once he saw Zia moving her hands. 'She won't let him choke her! She would never fall low like that!'

His hopes were shattered.

"Fuck, your cock's really thick!" Zia gasped excitedly. "I can't even fit it in my hand!" She had reached toward her ass and gripped his shaft. "Ghh... !"

Percy squeezed his hand tightly and choked her. Zia's head color changed right away, but she made no effort to stop him. She submissively remained in the same position, stroking his cock with her amateurish, unskilled hands, trying to satisfy the alpha dominating her body.

Percy continued to tightly press her neck with his brawny forearms. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "This is your true nature, you filthy, desert whore!" He thrust his hips intensely against her oily hand, which viciously gripped his mammoth cock to ensure it did not slip out since she was unable to close her grip. "It's just a matter of time until you fall on your knees and beg to be bred by my big, white cock! You act all tough, but you're just a brown sow that hasn't realized it yet! Once you can't hold out any longer, I will mercilessly take ownership of it. Inferior races like yours were made to be subjugated by superior ones. You will joyfully stand at the bottom of the food chain while I ruthlessly impregnate your filthy, useless pussy and plant a seed into your country."

Carter was horrified by the things he was hearing. However, what scared him the most was Zia.

She did not stop stroking Percy. In fact, the more he spoke, the more she squirmed and groaned. Things got worse once Percy broke out from her handjob and shoved his cock between her asscheeks again, thrusting far more violently than before. His muscles were bulging out, with veins forming all over his body. His increasingly faster breathing indicated he was about to burst. Much in the same way, Zia's grunts were more animalistic than before, drunk on the pleasure of his degrading treatment.

"You like hearing it, don't you, brown whore! You understand that your place is below that of your betters! You'll be much happier once you drop the pretense of behaving like some sort of strong or proud woman and understand the beauty of having no duties other than spreading your legs apart for the one colonizing your country: Me!" Percy lost himself in pleasure as well, hurling insult after insult toward Zia, who took it in orgasmic stride. Her body bucked violently with shockwaves of bliss traveling throughout it. Percy's thrusts lost their rhythm, firing dozens of large, powerful shots on her face, his urethra opening to allow for better passage of his explosive, dense cum.

Joining them, Carter also came at the same time. He had been secretly jerking off all this time, excited to a degree large enough to stupidly disobey Taylor's rules. The scene before him was too vulgar for him to hold back, staining his pants and the sheets covering his lower body.

He stopped stroking, somewhat ruining his own orgasm, when he realized some drops of Percy's semen found their way onto his chest, over his shirt. This was so humiliating that he almost felt like crying.

"Aaaaah! That was good! Sorry about that, brown-boy. I looked your way when I realized you were stroking your little dick and accidentally got some on you!" He smeared his hand on Carter's shirt, dirtying it with even sperm. "Oops! Sorry again!" He slapped Zia's ass multiple times while laughing at him.

"Hah ... Hah ... Hah ... That was... Amazing... You really did colonize my body... How bad is it? Is there too much on my back? It feels really hot... My asshole is twitching...! Nghn... !" She reached another orgasm with nothing but her own mental stimulation. Her pussy gushed out more juices on the massaging table.

Percy picked up his clothes and moved in front of Zia's face. "This is how bad." He pointed to his abs and hung cock. He was showered in Zia's squirt. "Gotta say, yours might be my favorite one yet."

"Hah... Hah... My squirt is the best...?" She blushed red at his words. Zia obsessively gazed at Percy's thick, bulging glans in front of her. The smell from his pussy-juice, cum-coated cock was phenomenal.

"That's right. What about you?" He leaned close to her ear again. "Did you enjoy hearing about your future as a brown sow for my superior white cum?"

"It was... An enticing fantasy and nothing more. I'm just playing around is all... !" She tried her best to defend her honor, but the orgasms still smacking her brain hardly helped her. "At least now you don't have to fuck those sluts anymore, right?"

"Pffft! I don't have to do anything, but I will" He looked at her with a vile gaze, laughing at her innocence. "If you think I'd be satisfied with just one orgasm without even getting cozy into your womb, you're mistaken." Dressed up, he walked to the door. "But it was fun, Zia! I hope we'll become even closer friends. Make sure to clean the massaging table before returning it, got it?" He slammed the door on his way out.

"Fucking manwhore bastard...! Whatever. Carter... Did you really jerk off at seeing that?" She looked with disgust toward Carter's pants.

"N-no..."

"That's so pathetic. I can understand why he beat you up, God... Whatever, get up already and take a photo for me."

"A photo...?"

"Of my jizzed-up back, of course. For once, I'll be the one sending him a photo!" She felt the need to fight back against Percy, especially when he intended to use other women. "And clean up this table for me afterward, okay?"

In a room far away from the school, a stacked, gorgeous blonde woman wearing a jacket with a CIA logo on it stared at Carter from a screen. 'He hasn't noticed the cameras, huh? Neither did his filthy girlfriend. What a beautiful sight, seeing desert monkeys learning their places as inferior pieces of shit.'

She was extremely excited about how things were developing, far above her expectations.

Chapter 2: Recolonization

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Amos walked down the hallway of the palace. He was a thin-looking, short, brown-skinned intern at the Ministry of Culture and Family of Nauhét, whose job was to regulate and reinforce national unity via propaganda. He felt proud of his work.

On the way out, something impressive occurred: He met with Princess Lola, who should have been in America in an inter-exchange experience. She was accompanied by a smug-looking, tall, muscular, white man.

"This is Percy, a man I met in America. He's decided to make Nauhét great via some 'intense' inter-exchange. It was nice seeing your boyish face again, but I gotta see my dad, so bye-bye!"

"Ah- Wait. P-Princess…"

"Hm?"

"Th-the way you're dressed. Perhaps you should… Change before seeing your father. He might not like it…" She sported a white crop top, tight-fitting denim shorts, and a belly piercing, revealing most of her skin.

"Oh? Why wouldn't he like it?" Her eyes traveled to Amos' lower body. Lola grinned and lowered her pitch. "Didn't you?"

"I-it's just… N-not very… C-culturally appropriate…"

Lola chuckled. "Perhaps I am not dressed this way for brown eyes."

"Maybe the culture here should change, huh, Lola?" Percy had a wide grin. "I'm sure the brown boys here would love to have white culture pumped into them."

Amos was dazed. "Right…"

As they walked away, Lola looked back. "Not just the brown boys…" She grinned as well.

Amos was shocked to see Percy openly sinking his fingers into her thick, bubble butt as they walked.

Lola approached the two guards in front of her father's chambers. She suggestively motioned in the air as if licking and sucking a dick. The guards blushed, nodded, and left their post.

"You're really gonna blow them afterward?"

"Gotta keep these betas pacified. Didn't you teach me that?"

"What a whore." They entered the room.

Lola's father was very surprised. Before he could speak, Percy grabbed and easily slammed him against the wall. "Hello, Your Majesty! I've come to recolonize this shithole of yours!"

"Lola! You- Ngahh!!" Percy viciously punched him in the stomach. "Guards…! Guards…!"

"Sorry, father. Your guards prefer my mouth over yours." She made the same erotic motion while giving him a belittling look. Lola nodded to Percy. He raised the king as if he weighed nothing and threw him on the floor. Standing on his chest, she scorned. "Don't worry if you can't breathe too well. It won't be needed soon, father."

Percy lowered his pants and smacked her ass with his hulking, thick white cock. "You changed a lot since we met, huh, Lola? I can barely believe a dumb, brown sow like you is doing such a smart thing."

"What are you two… doing…?"

"We're recolonizing Nauhét. I am a race traitor and this is a coup d'etat."

"C-coup?!"

She scoffed. "You're right, Percy. Arab leadership is trash. He still doesn't get it. Let's just do it."

"Fine by me!" Percy smacked her ass, making her squeal, and lunged into her narrow, drenched hole.

"Hoooooooh !" Lola's body jerked forward with each furious thrust by Percy, but he kept her firmly in place by holding her hair like a leash. Lola derived immense pleasure from the masochistic pain.

The pressure on the king's chest was quickly becoming unbearable, running the near-certain risk of major health complications.

However, the invaders that fucked on top of his body did not care. Soon, his vision began to fade due to breathing difficulties.

"Hoooooh ! Oooooh ! Fuck yeah ! Wipe my little brown hole with your superior seed… ! Bleach the fuck outta me ! Ooooh, fuuuck ! Cleanse my impure race out of my body ! Make me white ! With that big ! White ! Coooock !"

In his last moments, with a blurry vision, the king did not know who was speaking.

It could not possibly be his daughter.

"I'm a whore for white cock ! Fuck my people ! Breed them all white ! Eliminate them from the genetic pool ! Cleanse our existence !"

Sadly, the voice was irrefutably hers.

What had life in America done to her mind?

Amos and Ayla hugged their mother, Rania. "Alright, you two have a good day at school." She had a tall, lean, olive-skinned figure with voluptuous motherly breasts.

"How are you holding up, Amos?" His sister, Ayla, asked him.

Amos looked at her. She was a petite, sweet girl who just turned 18. Her eyes were big and expressive, unlike her overall frame, which was brownish, petite, and with perky breasts. Ayla compensated for her petiteness with a round, thick rear, which granted her an hourglass figure.

The king had entered a coma a few weeks ago due to unexpected health complications. He was in mourning.

"Come on, honey, you can't stay down all the time. Nauhét needs strong men to stand up now more than ever." Zia surprised them both from behind.

She was Amos' girlfriend. Zia was named after Princess Zia, who was currently in America. From the moment of birth, it was undeniable that Zia shared visual similarities with the Princess. She came from a police family and had been trained from birth to join the military.

Her physique was remarkably close to Princess Zia's as well. Her muscular and thick ass bounced as she walked, with wide, childbearing hips that swung from side to side on long legs. Most of all, she had colossal, inhumanly firm breasts that no amount of clothes could conceal. Zia also had short, straight, raven black hair that ended at jawline height, and bright, intense amber eyes.

As usual, she sported a sleeveless shirt and skin-tight yoga pants. Because of her generous bust, the shirt was inevitably pulled up, revealing her toned belly button and lower back.

Zia responded coolly and calmly to the problems he told her, never sounding disturbed or unsure. It was reassuring to have such a stable, strong personality to emotionally anchor him.

Amos was thankful for their unbreakable bond.

At school, they inevitably found themselves talking about the paradigm change in student presence.

"So many white students…"

Zia hated them. "Tch. I have never even seen one up close until today, and now they are littered throughout the school. The principal should not allow these violent imperialists in. They should probably be preemptively thrown in prison. Seeing them around our young women… It turns my stomach."

In contrast, Ayla was unabated. She found the white guys hot and innocently saw no problems with their significant presence. "They're so tall and strong! And bold! Look!" She pointed to a blonde-haired guy that was shamelessly making out with a short, Arab girl, groping her ass with a hand inside her skirt, grinding their hips together.

"Ridiculous. They are perverts, seeing women not as partners but as sex objects to dominate and use for their own sexual gratification. A game to hunt. They are dangerous." she said distastefully. "It does not matter how good-looking they are, they are animals."

"Y-you think so?" Her comment made Amos insecure.

"Don't get bothered by it, honey. Even if they're taller and stronger, the one I like is you. As if I would ever go out with some shady white guy just because he's charming and buff. Though, you could learn to be more confident. What he's doing does take boldness."

"Does that mean… You want me to do that to you…?"

"I'd beat the crap out of you."

"R-right, sorry…"

"He's coming this way! Oh, God, Zia, I think he's looking at you!"

"Huh? What? Me?"

Indeed, the man headed straight for Zia. As he approached, Amos realized it was Princess Lola's friend: Percy.

"Zia?!" She was a tall, athletic woman, but Percy still towered her. "When did you get here?!"

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me." She facepalmed.

This confused Percy more. It was clear that he was thinking of Princess Zia. Though Zia looked remarkably similar to the princess, she hated being compared.

"Percy, are you thinking of the Princess?" Amos sought to fix the situation.

"Huh? How do you know my name?"

"W-we met the other day…?"

"Really? You sand betas all look the same." He chuckled. "What were you saying?"

Amos diplomatically ignored his remark. "This is my girlfriend, Zia. She was named after Princess Zia, who is currently in America in an inter-exchange experience. I assume you're referring to her."

"What?" He eyed Zia up and down without shame, openly slowing down when it came to admiring her opulent, built rear and plump breasts. "Well, I can't deny your tits are a bit more stacked than hers."

"I see all white men are as monkey-brained as I thought. I will take the fact that my breasts are bigger as a compliment."

"Hey, hey, this is messed up. You two look identical, but you're even meaner. I can't wait to see you cozy up to me, just like her."

"Hah! You're funny." Zia let out unrestrained laughter. "I don't know what illness you have, but I've met Princess Zia before. There is no one more cautious about you shitty people than her. She would never show an ounce of interest in you."

He grinned at her, unaffected. "Say, just in case she DID realize that I was in every way a racially superior specimen than her spineless groom, isn't it surprising that the universe went ahead and had me meet another one of her? This is clearly a sign."

"A sign? Of what, funny man?"

"That the universe wants me to come into this dirty, mud-pond of a country and elevate it to a smarter, taller, and brighter future with my pure white essence… And fix your bloodline too."

She raised her hand, grabbed his chin gently, and smirked at him. "It's hilarious how you say so many funny things in a row. There's just one problem here."

"And what is that?"

"I am not Princess Zia." Suddenly, surprising everyone, Zia swiftly stepped forward, turned around, pulled his arm over her back, and threw him on the ground. The execution was perfect. With Zia's upper-tier military training, such a technique was a simple feat.

The look of surprise on Percy's face was priceless, hitting his back hard on the floor. "Kuh!"

Amos and Ayla watched with their jaws dropped. Zia did not show any emotion. She was not hiding her anger; She simply thought it made sense to throw him down as a show of force, and so she did.

However, there was still an upset to occur: During the fall, Percy had firmly gripped her wrist. With his far superior strength, he pulled her down, making her soft, buxom chest land on his head. "H-hey…!" Before she could get up, he grabbed both her breasts and motorboated them for half a second.

Percy sinisterly grinned while getting up. "I won't be able to stop thinking about you after this little stunt."

"Hah! He continues to be funny even after getting thrown by a girl. That's what America does to men, huh? You get overconfident with girls because you sleep with Caucasian whores every day, but the women of this country are not lightweights. Go annoy someone else. Get your pasty body out of my sight, I already have a boyfriend. Let's go, honey, Ayla."

"Wait!" Percy called out. "You there. What's your name?"

"M-Me? I'm Ayla."

"Ayla, huh? You got a nice, fat, brown ass. I'm going to love using it." He completely ignored Amos' existence and left with a smug smile.

"Huh? O-okay!" Ayla had no idea what he meant, but was happy to be noticed by such a handsome guy.

Zia said nothing, maintaining a cold expression.

Amos left with a hard-on.

They all spent the next several hours thinking of Percy.

"So, what are we watching today, girls?" Rania sat on the large sofa with Ayla, Zia, and Amos. Despite being a congresswoman, she enjoyed casual fun too.

He sighed. "We're still trying to choose. The Americans bought them all up haven't they…? Where's our traditional media…?" He kept changing channels.

One channel showed an action film about a dashing white mercenary who kidnaps an olive-skinned princess for money. She falls in love with him, ditching her groom.

Another showed a white male news anchor who read all the news and made joke innuendos about the size of his penis, interracial relationships, and the 'inferior locals'. His co-anchor was an Arab woman with bouncy breasts who laughed heartily at each joke.

Another showed a music video about a hoodlum white man who is pulled over. Instead of getting arrested, it cuts to a clip of him facing away from the camera with his legs spread and his pants down. A pair of slender hands grab his ass cheeks. Then, the camera slides down to show the policewoman kneeling before him, ostensibly giving him a blowjob.

Eventually, they settled on some news piece about the increase in white males immigrating to Nauhét and all the perks that it brought to the country. An Arab woman was being interviewed.

"I had been faithfully married for eight years, but after I met Jack, things just clicked, you know? In a way, I think this culture shock is good. If you're for brown, flimsier guys, that's cool, but a lot of us didn't even know about alpha culture and big-dicked white guys." The woman wore a crop top similar to Lola's while holding hands with a tall, brute, white man. Behind her was her brown husband, carrying their brown baby. He seemed upset and had a purple eye but said nothing.

"Since when does the Ministry of Culture allow this trash?" Zia questioned him.

"Well… There have been some replacements…"

"Why?"

"I… Don't know. Let's switch."

"No, wait!" Ayla cut him off.

"Huh?"

"Let's see what else she has to say! And then, maybe, we could watch the Hollywood remake of that popular Nauhétian movie?"

Zia looked at her with skepticism. "You wanna watch 'Bleaching the Sand'? They just replaced the male lead with some macho, white guy."

"Yeah, but he's so hot! And I hear he's got a big…" She looked at her mother, who observed quietly. "…bulge during the movie, you know?"

"Huh. Really?" Zia raised her brows.

In the end, they spent two hours eating popcorn and watching the movie. The continuous, aggressive sexual overtones annoyed Amos, especially because Ayla openly admired each scene.

Even Zia seemed interested. "He DOES have a big bulge."

Several more days passed.

"Drop the knife." Zia had the thief in an arm lock, who kept trying to tap out. "This isn't a professional fight, you piece of shit. Drop! The! Knife!" He was completely at her mercy.

Ayla and Amos both shivered in fear. On their way to school, they witnessed a convenience store being robbed by a white guy armed with a knife. Due to her strong sense of justice and fighting skill, Zia was unable to ignore it, willing to risk her life to stop it.

Eventually, two fit olive-skinned female officers arrived. One scolded Zia for her excessive use of force and cultural prejudice against the man, even searching her body for weapons.

"Alright, she's clean. Still, to hurt a young whit- I mean, man this much… He didn't even do anything that wrong. Boys will be boys, you know…?" Both the officer and the thief lasciviously smiled. An idea cooked in their heads.

"Leave it to me." The other female officer came forth. "I will… Compensate the damages myself."

The trio observed as the cops left with the thief openly groping the female officers' ass all the way to their car.

"This is so unfair… I see girls getting assaulted all day long, and now robberies, and they defend the culprits…!"

Amos could not help but notice that the police car stayed there for a long time. 'Are they doing something in there…?'

The car shook slightly.

Amos felt an increasing degree of tension as the days passed, mainly due to his sister's gullible nature.

"Ayla, stop watching that trash! It's just propaganda to make you more into western culture. It's filled with hidden lies!"

"What? Hidden propaganda? Lies? Are you nuts? These are just cutesy romance photos!" She showed him the photo. It was a white athlete making out with an Arab woman who removed her headwear to kiss him.

"Y-yeah, but…" He wanted to point out the outline of a ridiculously thick penis in the man's pants, but also did not want to have his sister notice it.

Zia peeked from behind his shoulder. Unlike Amos, she was very blunt. "Oh, boy, he's super hung. Ayla, you shouldn't be looking at those. If you keep this up, you're going to turn into one of these girls that watch interracial porn all day long. So gross."

"Wh-what?! Haha, I would never…! I-I just think it's cute seeing our people coming together. Look, look!" She showed them dozens of short clips of brown girls and white guys. Some were more innocent, while others were raunchier. Nevertheless, they all hid under the guise of romance, despite every single one containing an obscene bulge in the man's pants.

Amos feared the associations that Nauhétian women might be making regarding white males and love.

Later that day, he saw Zia fiddling with her phone in a secretive way. "Hm? What are you doing there, Zia?"

"Oh, hey. I'm just… Downloading something." She turned off the screen.

"Not this TikTok app that Ayla won't let go of, I hope!"

"No, definitely not. As If I'd have any interest in looking at shirtless, hung, Caucasian jocks…"

She atypically blushed.

"And this is how imperialism contributed greatly to improving living conditions in Africa. Had the stupidity and naivete of political correctness and 'human rights' not interfered, perhaps the continent wouldn't be the garbage that it is today." Long looked around the class. "Any questions?"

Amos did his best to avoid confronting the man. He was their newest history teacher and school Principal: Jason Long, a tall, muscular old man with well-groomed facial hair.

Zia did not care about holding back, raising her hand. "Isn't this historical revisionism? American imperialism harms countries to this day."

The entire class looked at her, amazed that she had the balls to speak up.

"That's a stupid question, born of ignorance. Nauhét was one of the colonies that we ultimately took the longest to leave. You people have developed more than others in which we left earlier, despite your ridiculous culture, no? Look at every country in the world primarily white. Now the others. Isn't the conclusion obvious?"

Zia seemed unconvinced, and he picked up on that.

"White countries have the most humane armies in the world. During their forceful subjugations of filthy countries, they typically went out of their way to spread traditional western values and bring greatness and freedom. In that process, nearly every time, entire generations of white families were induced into those countries, which is the only reason they're not even poorer today."

"You mean the soldiers raped the women of the country."

"Quite admirably, yes."

"Th-they raped them?" Some shy girl said.

"Oh yes, often. It usually took only an hour or so before they turned into willing, loud-moaning participants, usually bred for weeks without end. In history books and documentaries that were hidden from Nauhét until today, one can learn about the sounds of pleasure and reports of women begging for the soldiers to stay and take over their land."

He clicked a button on his pointer, and a new slide loaded that made the whole class gasp.

It was a black and white photo of an elegant Asian woman, on her knees, orally servicing several grimy white soldiers with rifles slung over their shoulders. Even more impressive to the girls in the class was the weaponry they were packing.

"This is Princess Mako right after we invaded Japan. To take over a country, we need co-conspirators. Women are unique targets. The future of any country lies between the legs of its women; Or rather, the race of the cock they spread their legs for." He smirked and grabbed his enormous bulge, making the girls blush. "And Caucasians are very gifted in spreading foreign legs."

He moved to the next slide. "La Malinche in Mexico." It contained a beautiful, willowy, mocha-skinned woman lying on her back, with a large, white man on top of her. "She aided the Spanish colonizers by showing them the secret paths to the Aztec kingdom, and convinced many of her fellow women to, shall we say, try some white mingling."

The slide changed again. "The Queen Raj of the Mughal Empire." It showed a beautiful, Indian woman clad in gold jewelry on her knees, orally pleasuring a British man in a suit. "She readily submitted to the Governor-General of the East India Company, ordering her army of one million men to surrender to a handful of British ships. The governor never needed to fire a cannon; The only weapon he needed to subjugate India was his big, white stick."

Ayla looked amazed, while Zia stared, slightly flustered.

A voice came from the other corner of the room. "America had a lot of internal wars too, and we never turned into a shithole. It's obvious that what these crappy countries need nowadays are more white men, right, teacher?"

"Well said, Percy."

Lola, who was sitting by Percy, looked around the class to address them. "I tried my best to REALLY explain to the old principal how we need more white male students, but it was to no avail… Good thing you took over, Mr. 'Long'!" Lola mischievously smiled at him while sucking two fingers.

As the class went on, several girls expressed confusion, even outrage, at what was being taught. "Very well, I see your kind might need some first-hand experience. Let's show the concept in practice. First off, let's put it to a vote: Please point to the man in class you all believe to be the most resembling of an alpha male."

In a matter of seconds, the entire class pointed to Percy. Even Zia did so. Noticing Amos' glare, she shrugged her shoulders, as if the choice was not personal, but purely logical.

"Alright, that was an easy one. Come over here, Percy." He stood up and headed for the front of the class with an arrogant look plastered on his face. "You. Come here too." He pointed to Amos.

"Uh… O-Okay." Amos stood beside Percy, who smirked at him.

"Excellent. Now, let's make another vote. You must choose which one of these is the king to which you are subject to. Which one do you all submit to?"

Amos was nervous. "M-maybe we shouldn't-"

Mr. Long cut him off. "A king who would, of course, do a lot of breeding with the locals to ensure his genes were passed on. If, right now, you had to have one man's seed inside of you, whose would you have?"

Hesitantly at first, but slowly gaining confidence, the girls began to point to Percy.

"And why?"

"It's just… He's much taller and more handsome." one girl said.

"I want my son to be like him." another girl added.

"And he has a big…" Another girl stopped mid-sentence.

Mr. Long nodded. "It's only natural you want the best-looking, biggest specimen to help pass your genes."

There was, however, a holdout. Zia stubbornly refused to point to Percy.

"Zia?" Mr. Long said, walking towards her.

She lifted her head high. "We are a proud people with thousands of years of history. I do not stoop to this nonsense that we are inferior."

Mr. Long pressed a hand on her belly, making her eyes fly open in shock. "So, if you had to have a man's hot seed in your womb right now, you wouldn't choose Percy? Then, why do I feel your body getting hot?"

Zia's mouth opened angrily, about to deny it. Mr. Long pressed harder and made her gasp. Her mouth closed as she looked away shyly, hesitantly pointing to Percy.

She avoided looking in Amos' way. Ayla, on the other hand, was unapologetic about it, giggling loudly.

"I see you girls have at least enough brain cells to see this. The project for this semester, on which all your grades will rest, is to simulate Percy being the foreign king of your country. He will carefully report your behavior to me, since he understands all too well what such a role is like."

Amos could not help but feel increasingly anxious as Ayla energetically enacted the roleplay.

At least Zia did not seem happy about it.

Though, she also did not look upset.

Rania and Ali were at the newly-founded fertility clinic, consulting with Doctor Farah.

"Some of these things are simply biological. As I understand, after all these years raw-dogging Rania, you still haven't managed to conceive. Just by looking, I can tell that her body was made to give birth. It is likely your seed. Even though you have an important role as Minister of Education, it is weak, Ali."

Rania defended her husband for a moment, but Doctor Farah was determined.

"Allow me to demonstrate. Take this, Rania." She opened a drawer and handed over an enormous white dildo. "This is a medical model of the perfect penis. Naturally, this one is for educational purposes only."

'She says that, but it's a bit moist…' Rania was impressed by its forearm-like thickness and length. 'So bumpy…'

"No doubt you are aroused by it, for good reason. It is the product of countless studies to determine the ideal penis that maximizes both pleasure and fertility. Next, observe…" She stood up and bent herself over the desk, lowering her leggings to expose her fat, brown, bare ass. "See how my posterior is healthy and robust? I think yours is similar to mine, correct?"

"Yes…"

"Y-yeah…" Ali, blushing, agreed.

"Good. Now, Ali, please bring your penis out, purely for medical reasons. Don't think about trying to penetrate me."

"This is weird, but… Uhm… Okay…" He obeyed.

"Hm. As I thought, it pales in comparison with the mass of my ass. Look at how extensive my cheeks are. Rania, my large ass acts as a protective buffer against his inferior, small penis. Naturally so does yours. Now, please bring the toy closer, and put it by my side here." She smirked. "There, see? Look how big and thick it is. It would easily make it past my fat cheeks and enter my hole. Naturally, it will bend after breaking through, pushing all the way into my womb. Our fat asses filter out weak cocks while maximizing semen extraction from manly ones."

"I never knew that. Biology sure is interesting. Are you okay, my love? It must be quite the revelation for you."

Despite the humiliation, the sight of the juicy bare ass kept him rock-hard. Both women could plainly see his boner. "Y-yes…"

"I think we're done here." She gave him a small plastic container and pointed to a private room. "Go jerk off that little thing and return with a sample."

After a few minutes, they left. On the way out, Rania stopped and looked at a couple. Curious, Ali did the same.

It was an interracial couple with a white baby.

"They look rather good, don't you think?"

Amos was in the cafeteria of the Royal Academy, analyzing social trends.

Until a few weeks ago, the most popular TikTok videos involved good-looking white men and brown girls in seemingly wholesome, romantic relationships. 'There was always that bulge in their pants. It's subliminal messaging… Others may not notice it, but I do…'

Things escalated quickly from there. A lot of girls began publicly supporting interracial relationships… Breaking up with their boyfriends… Hanging out in white-centric parties… Jokingly admitting that white guys were bigger and stronger… Publishing positive reactions to videos of white males pranking brown males… Even memes were getting out of control. He observed the most recent video meme template.

It showed an attractive Arab girl wearing a white crop top that revealed her midriff, just like Princess Lola often did. She danced to some popular western song in a promiscuous way. Every few seconds an image of a frail-looking brown male appeared and she would wave him away with a look of disgust; Then, whenever a white one appeared, she would smile and bite her lips.

This trend continued to grow stronger.

Percy relaxed on the chair while the stupid, brown whore blew him. "You suck at this." He slapped the girl across the cheek, making her whimper, and continued to check his phone.

"Percy?" Mike knocked on the door. "You called for me?" He was a tall, muscular man with glasses who acted as Percy's assistant.

"Yeah. Do we have everything set up? I want a tour."

"Yes. Once you're done with her, we can take a look around."

"Pfft! I'm already done. I already branded this one's womb, and she's worthless with her mouth. Colonization complete." He pushed her away. Exhausted, the girl fell flat on the floor, with cum oozing out of her hole. Percy looked at the corner of the room. Her tied-up boyfriend was there, crying. "Get someone to take some photos of him. And her too."

"We're using it for some meme? It might be a bit too aggressive for our campaign just yet…"

"No. It's for Taylor. I bet she'd love to peg his little cuck ass. Though, I doubt it would be that unpopular of a joke. The girls in this country understand their biological imperative. I bet that stupid bimbo, Zia, would get off to it too… Come on, give me that tour." Percy chuckled, amused at his own romantic behavior.

They walked around. "That's the porn room. We'll be filming constant amateur interracial porn in there. The idea is to ensure there is a steady supply of high-quality masturbation content for young, native women. Once they get off to a single video, they're going white for life. After a girl gets hooked, it is likely that she will convince her friends and family to do the same. Afterward… Well, you know they never go back."

"Of course they don't. Their bodies belonged to us from birth. This is just us peacefully taking them back, right?" He put his ear to the door.

"Oooooooh ! Nghoooooh ! Hoooooooh !"

"Hmm… Alright, let's keep going."

They walked a bit more. "This is the meme room."

"What a stupid fucking name."

"I know, but it's where the most social engineering occurs. Trust me when I say that this is the most important room here, even more so than the porn room."

"Really? Crazy." Percy opened the door to look inside. There were a dozen or so high-tech computers. Each one was operated by a weak-looking brown nerd. "Hello, buddies! How have you been?

"A-Ah! Hello, Mr. Jackson! It's been g-great!" The shortest one with the gloomiest expression spoke up. It seemed he was the unofficial leader of the group.

"Awesome. No remorse because I made you guys quit school and come help us out here, right? You sand nationalists understand we're just here to help this colony, right?"

They all nervously looked at each other, smiling. "N-no! Thank you for the opportunity!"

"Gratitude even after I beat you guys up and fucked your girlfriends?" He walked over to the nerd and painfully massaged his shoulders from behind. "Even after I published porn with them?"

"Y-yes…! I-it's fine… Th-they were into it, so…!"

"Awesome! Forgiveness is such an important virtue! Here, have a gift!" He rubbed the guy's hair, smearing it with leftover pussy juice and semen from earlier. Then, he let out a long, heartfelt laughter.

Other than Mike, nobody else laughed genuinely… But they all still laughed.

"Don't worry! I'll make sure to tell Taylor to reward you guys. Maybe I'll even have her come meet you betas for a fun time!"

One of the suckers was enamored with Taylor, being one of her biggest subs from abroad. "Really?!"

"Sure, you'll love it. She'll have a lot of fun with you!" Percy left, followed by Mike. "What a bunch of fucking idiots. She'll peg the fuck out of him, that's what."

"Aren't you worried they could sabotage us out of malice, Percy?"

"No. I'll just send them some old videos of when I broke their girlfriends and they'll shut up. If they do get annoying, I'm sure Lola would love getting them off. That girl is addicted to pacifying losers. Total psycho."

In another room, Percy saw a stacked doctor recording videos about the superiority of white sperm and sex; Another room was a huge gym with white personal trainers; There were dozens of rooms with king-sized beds, sex toys, and cameras for amateur on-the-spot porn; There was even a big lounge where they could party, drink, do drugs, etc.

At the entrance of the place, there was an Arab boy they recruited to be their receptionist. His role was to verify the invites of any Arab woman who wanted to come in. Each invite clearly stated the clubhouse was exclusive for white men and their sows. The instant a native woman was willing to turn in her invite and indirectly have herself labeled as such in front of a native man, her mindset changed.

"They implicitly cross a psychological line, huh?"

"Yeah. Look." Percy pointed to the girl currently handing in her invite. Behind her, a tall, white guy groped her breasts. After being accepted and heading in, her expression shifted from reluctance to exhilaration. She even cracked jokes at the expense of the brown boy.

"An indirect admission of race betrayal…"

"I'm excited, Mike!" A wicked grin appeared on Percy's face. "Let's colonize the fuck out of this shithole!"

"So, even though you had just beaten up her boyfriend, she still let you use her fat ass to jerk off after a massage?" Principal Long asked Percy in the middle of the class. It had been a few days since the clubhouse was inaugurated.

"That's right. And that girl was SUPER racist against white guys. Naturally, as she learned more about her biological yearning for superior men, she…"

Zia sighed. Professor Long had dedicated the entire class to hearing Percy elaborate on past sexual conquests of his. She glanced at her notebook, which was filled with notes. 'Why bother…? This won't be in any exams… These stories sound unbelievable anyway… He fucked someone's mom after beating up her husband and son…? A teacher that he impregnated went crazy after he refused to fuck her again? Absurd…'

She gazed at Percy. 'Certainly, he's very handsome. He's always rock-hard and I can't deny that it's interesting to observe his manliness. Because of his Tiktok, I know he's jacked, and his dick is very veiny… So, this is what white guys are all about, huh? At the very least, alpha white guys. If I were to turn into one of these braindead sex addicts, I would certainly only go for top-quality guys like him… Of course, hypothetically.'

From the other side of the class, Amos looked at her nervously. 'Geez, honey, get over it already. This is what class is like now. Just power through it. Is it that bad to hear about his sex stories? Though fantastical, they're interesting to listen to.'

Principal Long went on a random tirade. "One must understand that semen from white males has addictive properties. This has ensured white supremacy for centuries via the simple global dissemination of white genes, promoting easy pacification of female populaces during military conquests. Doctor Farah has videos in which…"

Soon, Percy resumed his stories.

'I really don't need to write these down, but…' She noticed Amos looking at her again. For a brief moment, she felt guilty and considered stopping. Then, she noticed Percy's commanding gaze directed at her. She saw his bulge twitch from looking at her eyes.

The heat coming from her private parts compelled Zia to continue taking notes. She might give them a thorough read later, in private.

Oddly enough, she also found Amos' pitiful look to be amusing.

Had she always thought that way?

'Shit! This is all wrong!' Amos rushed into his house and bedroom. He was tired of seeing white men with native women making out everywhere in public. 'Those billboards are ridiculous! How can they divulge interracial porn sites?!'

Looking at popular trends, the term 'bleaching' had become mainstream. Princess Lola had joined the now-popular Doctor Farah in a series of two-minute clips explaining the many differences between white and local males.

"So, is it really true that white cock is better, Doctor Farah?" Lola wore a sports bra and leggings, both of which highlighted her curves.

"What do you think, Princess Lola?"

"Well, I have my own first-hand thoughts about it, but you first!" They laughed together.

"It is true. We know from extensive studying and experimentation that sex involving white males far surpasses the pleasure and impregnability of sex with any other race. It's not even close. Whites tend to be bigger, thicker, have more stamina, and their loads are substantially denser and more voluminous. In a way, we could call it TRUE sex."

"That's crazy! To think we never learned this in biology classes. No wonder Nauhét is seen as a joke back in America."

"Indeed, but with Nauhét accommodating all the new tourists and immigrants that are coming in, I believe a lot of new information will become more widely known."

"I love the sound of that! Later I'll be running a segment with some couples about the importance of understanding what 'bleaching' is and whether it makes sense for them. Maybe you should join us!"

"Of course! And spoiler alert: It always makes sense!" They laughed.

Amos closed the video, upset.

On his news apps, the hashtag #Bleached had already become a sign of status among local women. Soon after, #Cuck became popular too. Perhaps even more worrisome, perverted, young, local women had begun posting clips of themselves masturbating while reading news about white men assaulting brown ones, sometimes with their boyfriends doing the reading, accompanied by the hashtag #Cleansed.

'Could it be that there is some truth to it? Are Caucasian men better, and Arab women just have a natural predisposition to being pockets for their sperm? No, no, this is ridiculous… I must be careful not to fall victim to this narrative…'

Suddenly, an article popped up on his phone. 'The advantages of frequent masochistic masturbation for beta boys: keeping yourself sane while your partner breeds with white alphas.'

It was written by a traditional, nationalistic media source, meaning it was supposedly even biased in favor of Nauhét. 'Dammit… This rot is even taking our own…'

Losing his cool, Amos needed something to anchor him. 'That's right! My mother, Ayla, and Zia are all strong, independent women who play no part in this! They're real people! I must ground myself in the knowledge that these are all fringe cases! The vast majority of our women aren't like this!' To prove his point, Amos rushed to his sister's bedroom.

He found her on some sort of Zoom call. She wore a sports bra and leggings. 'I-Is she imitating Princess Lola's outfits…?'

Ayla noticed him. "Hey, Amos. Is it important? I'm in the middle of class."

"Class? Oh! Did I forget about it? I don't remember anything about a class today."

"Oh, no, it's just for females."

The way she referred to herself as a 'female' rather than 'girl' or 'woman' bugged him. "I see… Can I… Watch with you?"

"Sure, but stay off-screen. This class is optional. It's meant to shore up our grades, so I don't want to risk getting punished or something."

"Grades? Are you in a tight spot, Ayla?"

Ayla laughed. "No, no, I'm totally fine. The idea is for us to be able to replace the exams and needless classes with these private Zoom meetings with Principal Long. Then, we can spend the rest of our time pursuing other goals."

"Other goals? More important than learning?" The idea puzzled Amos.

She gave him a mysterious smile. "Ah… That's up to Principal Long. Anyway, let me focus on class! He was about to show us his dick!"

Amos jumped, astounded by what she so casually said. He peeked at the screen. Every single girl from class was on the call, including Zia. He could not believe they were all so willing to dismiss the prestige of studying at the Royal Academy.

Principal Long's gigantic cock sprung out of his pants, swinging up and down before stabilizing, making nearly every girl gasp in admiration. It was far too large and heavy to stand upright, hanging down to his knee. It was packed with bloated veins, and its girth was inhuman. Amos' mouth gaped open in horrified shock; Ayla had a similar expression, though with a different emotion behind it. She instinctively touched her inner legs.

Every girl in the class was flabbergasted. Some had begun to openly touch themselves over their pants. Principal Long seemed satisfied, chuckling. "Very good. I see that the lot of you are quickly understanding. The students of the Royal Academy are the most indoctrinated ones, so it is particularly important that you all have your minds cleansed. Let's see… Djamila! Tell me your thoughts! Be truthful."

The shy girl was the daughter of an important military leader in Nauhét. "I-I'm impressed by it. I've been seeing a lot of shorts about size differences between ethnicities, but seeing it first-hand like this, and from someone I know personally, is certainly different. I understand the thinking process among race traitors better now. The stories you told in class make more sense. Th-thank you for letting me gaze at your big, white cock, Principal Long."

"Very good. Kamaria!"

Kamaria was the daughter of the biggest software company in Nauhét. She was known for being a lesbian despite it being socially scorned in Nauhét. "I think that's what a real man's cock is supposed to look like. Honestly, if I'd known about big, white cocks before… Maybe I should reconsider traditional relationships."

"Ayla!"

"H-hey, Principal Long! It's as amazing as I've seen online! It's crazy how you're all so hung and virile!"

"Online? So, you've already been actively interacting with other communities and encroaching yourself on western knowledge?"

"Yes! I've been looking at a lot of interracial por-" She paused and glanced at Amos, blushing. "R-romance content. I think it's great that we can end racism via love!"

Long held back laughter. "Of course, end racism. Very beautiful take, Ayla. I'm glad for you. Zia!"

Amos noticed Zia's stoic look. It brought him some relief.

"It's big, I guess."

"Blunt, huh? Big is a relative concept. Big in relation to what?"

"If you're trying to make me feel embarrassed, don't bother. It's a lot bigger than Arab dicks, or brown dicks, or native dicks, whatever you wanna call it. That's all."

Though her words expressed no enthusiasm, they still made Amos feel emotional pain.

"Well, everyone's got different personalities. As long as you recognize which one is superior…"

"I never said white cock was superior."

"Oh? What if the criteria were length, girth, and pleasure potential?"

"Tch! In that case, obviously whites are better. What a pointless question."

"Don't be rude to me, girl! I am your principal. You will respect me!" With an angry expression, Long smacked the camera with his cock.

Ayla threw her body back as if trying to dodge the hit, and then cringed to Amos. "S-sorry, it looks so heavy, it's like he was swinging a bat at me… Haha…"

"Now, Zia may be the one most outspoken, but I understand that many of you are still secretly prejudiced against the basic concept that young, brown girls are cannon fodder for white cocks! When I was a colonel and actively led the invasion of several inferior countries, we used to form small harems in which one male had access to many females. Like it or not, the same will indubitably occur here! Make sure you are willing to share your white partners with other women! You must see yourselves as collectives that aim to please individuals!"

"Teacher, teacher! I have a question!"

"What is it, Ayla?"

"There is a hierarchy even among white guys, right? How did you organize it in the military? I'm sure you were an alpha, right? I feel like it would have made sense for you to have more privilege than others?"

"Excellent question, Ayla. It's excellent to see you demonstrate an interest in how a prosperous society organizes its hierarchy. Indeed, as the leader of the pack, I had full control over my harem and which girls joined it."

"Wow, so you'd have a bunch of girls kneeling and slobbering all over you…?" Several girls looked impressed. "And like… What kind of girls… You know… Did you usually choose to colonize or whatever…?" She blushed, looking to the sides.

"Young girls, ideally virgins. I target only the tightest, youngest holes."

"Yes!! I'm a virgin!!" Ayla shot up and slammed the desk. "I-I mean… Awesome… Haha…"

As the class continued, Long slowly stroked himself. Progressively, the girls began touching themselves. They either openly played with their breasts, or their hands disappeared south of the camera shot, but their quivering bodies and accelerated breathing hid nothing. Some even forgot their mics and moaned openly.

"Very good, class. See how so many of you understood the effects of white sexual superiority even without any orders? It is written in your DNA. Now, I want you all to strip and masturbate, including the ones that haven't begun doing so yet."

Amos snapped. "Ayla! Turn that off, right now!"

"What?! Are you crazy?"

"Crazy?! He wants you to expose and masturbate in public! For him, in the middle of class! You can't do that!"

"What about my grades?!"

"Your grades?! Who cares?!"

"I do! Since when are you so selfish?! Geez, I shouldn't have allowed you here!" She began to lower her pants.

"Ayla! Don't do it!"

"Amos!" Her expression changed. "Get off my back! Everyone's doing it, I won't be the only loser who doesn't. I don't want to be some beta like you."

Her vocabulary shocked him once more. "B-beta?!"

"Get with the times! Principal Long has been great so far. If he wants me to strip, I will. Can't you tell it's an order?! Plus, he's leading by example, stroking himself like that! I want to follow him!"

Amos resigned, horrified.

Ayla took her pants, underwear, and top off. She now sat naked with a hand on her slit. Juices streamed down her legs, with her pussy lips looking full. The other girls followed suit, with the class turning into an echo chamber of female moaning.

Thankfully, one girl resisted: Zia. "This class is ridiculous! Ayla, what are you doing?!"

"Nghn ! Z-Zia...?" Her words brought pause to Ayla's actions.

"Is there a problem, Zia?" Long addressed her, though he did not stop jerking himself.

"Evidently! Just because you've got a big, healthy, fat dick, that doesn't make any of this okay!"

"Really? What are your impressions of my lesson so far, Zia?"

"Impressions? Well… I certainly think it's interesting. History is fascinating and our knowledge of other ethnicities has been lacking. When I consider the sexual dominance that a single Caucasian male has, it makes sense that western countries have, in general, ruled the world. White supremacy, female submission, and interracial start to make sense, even if I hate the thought."

"Despite understanding everything, you still act defiant?"

"Tch! Of course! I have strong urges like everyone else, but I'm not some monkey-brained degenerate who is unable to control or think for herself! And you all shouldn't cave in to mob mentality or peer pressure either! Just because he ordered you to, you don't have to masturbate to his cock, girls! You're strong women! Stand up for yourselves!"

Amos sighed in relief. Zia would surely convince the class.

"I mean, I'm cool with it!" Some girl blurted out on her own.

"Me too!"

"Yeah, this is my favorite class so far."

"I guess I COULD stop, but I don't really feel like it."

Zia was dumbfounded. "G-girls…!"

"Zia! Strong women get to choose what they want to do!" Ayla energetically spoke. "I choose to masturbate to Principal Long's big, white cock not because I have to, but because I want to!"

"Yeah!" Several girls shouted in support of Ayla's proud position.

"W-well… As long as it's your choice…"

"See, Zia? If you ever need any proof of your race's biological directive, here it is." He adjusted some settings on his end of the Zoom call, expanding and centralizing his image, and reducing everyone else's, which all flocked around his. "Let us end the class with one big masturbation session!"

"Yes!" Everyone, excluding Zia, enthusiastically proclaimed.

From then on, there was little talking. Amos silently witnessed every classmate of his masturbating to Long. His sister basically ignored his existence.

Three things shocked Amos after that.

One: Witnessing Principal Long's savage ejaculation. Every muscle in his body flexed hard to pump out massive amounts of sperm while grunting; At the same time, all the girls moved their cameras down to showcase their twitching, climaxing pussies. This included his sister, whose moans would haunt him for days to come.

Two: His pants felt very, very hot. Amos' body had found the sight so stimulating that he ejaculated without any physical touch. He tried to hide it from Ayla, but she noticed, giggling at him.

Three: Zia was the only girl who did not shift her camera down. She kept it locked on her upper body. However, she blushed hard as her eyelids twitched, and Amos could tell her nipples had hardened enough to poke through her bra. That, and her right arm continuously moved, with her hand doing something hidden below the camera shot.

Why were her eyes glued to the screen? Was she looking at her colleagues? Ayla?

No, of course not. If she were looking at anything, it would be the screen that occupied the largest amount of space, right at the center.

Principal Long's hung, veiny, white cock.

That was the target of her obsessed eyes.

As for her hands, which were hidden off-camera somewhere around her lower body… Amos did not want to reach the inevitable conclusion.

Gritting her teeth, Zia threw her head back.

"Huh? I have white neighbors?!"

"We all do, honey." Zia had just gotten to Amos' house, carrying two bottles with some sort of fluid. "You should pay more attention to what goes on around you."

"Right… What's in those?"

"Oil, for massages."

"Massage? Uhm… For who?" He blushed. "M-Me?"

"Of course not, you dolt. It's for your neighbors."

"What?! Why?!"

"Your mother wants to make them feel more at home in Nauhét, what with these alternative reactionary media popping up on the internet and TV. I mean, I can't disagree that the 'white barbarians' have come and are taking 'our women', but it's not really okay to bunch all white men together. Some are okay."

"Some…? Wait a moment… Just a few weeks ago, you were saying they should all be thrown in prison…"

"Hm? Was I? Forget that. I still think they're all rude, at the very least. Anyway, they'll be here any moment, so I should get ready. Wait, where did I put my phone?"

"It's here…" She had left it on the table. Amos picked it up and accidentally saw her notifications before handing it over. "Huh…? What's this…? TaylorXXX and PercyXXX just posted new videos…? 'Having fun with two losers…' and 'Fucking the two losers' girlfriends'…?

"Ah, they do this stupid shit sometimes. Now I have to watch one to understand the other. Damn capitalist culture."

"But… Aren't those… Porn titles…?"

"Yeah, so? I'm a woman too, you know?"

"Right…"

"By the way, Amos…"

"Yeah?"

Zia seemed reluctant to say something. "What do you think of pegging?"

"I don't know what that is."

"Ah, right. Of course. It just came to my mind when looking at your face."

"Okay, but what is pegging?"

"Look it up later." The doorbell rang. "Okay, can you get out of the living room? I don't want you getting in the way."

"O-okay…" Before handing the phone over, he saw one more notification. It was a text message from Percy, saying: 'Send another one with your tongue out.'

She took the phone with force. "Stop spying on my stuff, Amos. Seriously, you do behave like a beta wimp, God." She pushed him, annoyed. It caught him so off-guard that he fell flat on his butt. "Seriously? Well, that's not my fault, you need to be stronger. What a joke. Get out already." She shooed him away with her feet.

Amos obediently hid in the kitchen.

"Ayla?!" Soon after, his sister came down to the kitchen. She was dressed in a white mini-bikini, whose lower part was more akin to a thong than anything, fully displaying her meaty, bubbly ass.

"Hey, Amos! Can you help me out?" She carried a sack of laundry. Upon opening it, Amos found dozens of male and female underwear.

"What am I supposed to do with these?"

"Oh, right, sorry, I forgot you're kinda slow on the uptake, Haha! These are cum-stained underwear, look!" She took some brief boxers and used them as examples, sniffing them. "Damn, this was a chad, alright. Since everyone's been spending so much time with our white schoolmates, it's inevitable that everyone's underwear is getting stained with sperm. At this rate, nobody will have any left to wear, and cleaning them would cost a lot of time that could be better used doing, you know, other things!" She winked.

"And… You offered to wash them for everyone…?"

"No, I offered that my brother would. Wash them well, okay? Half of these are Percy's cum, so it may be hard to get off! I believe in you!" She made a tray with drinks, ready to leave to the living room.

"What's that… White drink…?"

"Hm? This one? It's for me. It's this new drink from the west, called 'White Veggies'. Drink your white veggies to be healthy! Something like that. I hear they want to set up a factory here in Nauhét and give our women jobs!"

"Just… Women…?"

"Yes!" She gave him a joyful, innocent smile and hopped away.

Stunned, Amos did as requested. However, the sounds of laughing and playful moaning coming from the living room were getting to his head.

Against his better judgment, he took one of the panties, wrapped it around his dick, and furiously masturbated while fantasizing about one of his most attractive classmates getting mating pressed by Percy.

In his mind, that classmate soon evolved into Zia.

Amos was in line between two tall, white jocks. The school's newly-hired Doctor Farah had demanded that all male students undergo an examination to gather data on their physical health.

From what he could hear of the students talking as they left the examination room, Zia and Ayla, who often assisted in school matters, were measuring each student's penis size. Knowing the insane social media of Doctor Farah, he could believe it was true.

What astounded him more was the supposed truth that his girlfriend was stripping on-demand to make the students hard to facilitate the measuring. Allegedly, she even grabbed the penises!

Despite the ache in his heart, as soon as it was his turn, he rushed in. At the very least, he had to get a look at her underwear-clad body too, something he had never done before.

"Oh, you're next, Amos?" Zia sounded disappointed. "This should be quick."

"Stay till, bro, I'm going to measure it over your pants."

"Huh? O-over my pants? A-and since when do you say 'bro'?"

"Don't start bitching, bro. Stay still!"

"N-no wait. Shouldn't you…" He looked at Zia. She returned his look, confused. "Y-you know…"

"What?"

"Did you want your girlfriend to strip, bro?"

"N-no! I-I mean… O-only if she did it to anyone else…"

"Why would I, though?"

"To make me hard and measure me properly…? D-didn't you do that for the others…?"

"Well, yes, but they were alphas. With the proper stimulation, they get even bigger." She squatted down and examined his bulge with her eyes. "You're not one, honey. You're not getting bigger than this, so it just sounds like you want to ogle my body out of selfishness. It'd be one thing if you were a hung, white guy who needs it …"

"Sorry, bro! Better luck next time. Can you make the outline for me? I'm not sure where it starts or ends."

"H-hang on a moment!" He raised his tone. "This is completely-"

"Honey!"

Zia shut him with her cold demeanor. They stood in awkward silence while the man behind him in the line laughed. He told the others, making everyone laugh.

With his head hanging low, Amos accepted Ayla's measurement. It was a meager two and a half inches. He turned to leave, feeling crushed and humiliated.

"Honey, wait!"

Amos turned around, hopeful. "Y-yes?"

"It might be smaller than any white guy in this place, but at least it's cute!" She held her index finger and thumb up to reproduce his size in the air.

"Ah… Th-thanks…" He remained frozen for a few seconds, interpreting Zia's face.

Did she mean it as a compliment to improve his mood or was she mocking him? It was a weird thought, since Zia never mocked anyone, serious as she was. However, her smile was oddly ambiguous.

In fact, did Zia herself know the answer?

Ayla, on the other hand, openly laughed.

A white student came in after him.

"Oh, wow, this is a hung one. We must be thorough this time." Ayla was enthused.

"Indeed."

Zia stripped without the guy even asking, holding his cock up for Ayla to measure. Amos stared with an open mouth, feeling betrayed.

His eyes locked with Zia's.

There was zero pity in them.

'I refuse to believe that this is now considered fashionable in Nauhét…' Amos studied social media trends in the school cafeteria. It had become widely popular to wear clothes with innuendos promoting western or white superiority. Looking around the cafeteria, most girls had foregone the traditional uniform in favor of such clothing.

Perhaps the most popular look was the one popularized by Princess Lola: a white crop top with some innuendo, tight denim shorts or leggings that dug deep into the ass crack, and piercings. Other than that, shirts with American flags and MAGA symbols had also become mainstream.

He overheard two girls chatting beside him. "Did you see the way Mikhail got cut off the football team?"

"Woah, really? Does that mean we have an all-white team now?"

"Yeah! Finally! Maybe we'll actually get somewhere this year!"

"Damn right! White is right, white is might, am I right? Hahaha"

"Hey, why don't we try becoming cheerleaders? I hear they get to go in the locker room and…"

He was disgusted. All around him, highly-sexualized white culture had become normal.

His relationship with Zia was turbulent too. After he confronted her about her text with Percy, she explained it was not cheating to send him suggestive photos of her face and body. It was just her enacting Principal Long's project, in which Percy was supposedly everyone's king.

Texting with her had become uncomfortable too. Checking his messages, she had just sent him a photo of a girl student that was her friend. In it, she was announcing her pregnancy from a white jock who apparently did not even care enough to join her for the photo.

Zia texted him after the image: 'It makes sense when you think about it, doesn't it? She just wants to ensure her children are the tallest, strongest, and best-looking. I hold resentment toward their rude, imperialistic nature, but if white guys have better genes, is it right to judge her?'

'Why are you telling me this?'

'I was curious to see your thoughts.'

'She should stick to local men to ensure we remain a proud, united country.'

'Even if it means having a weaker child?'

'There's nothing wrong with our genes! We have strong men!'

'What are you talking about? Are you saying you have a 15-inch dick or are stronger than Percy or something? I'm not talking about self-hatred, just acknowledgment of certain realities. You're being unreasonable.'

'I'm not! Don't sell our people short, Zia!'

After that, she stopped texting him. 'She might have thought I was insulting her…' It became evident once she started firing at him with a barrage of photos and memes of pregnant, brown women with tall, hung, white partners. 'These are the same ones Ayla is sending me all the time… Is she just forwarding those to me? I didn't even know she talked about this stuff with her. Shit…'

"Hey, loser, what are you up to?" Percy suddenly sat beside him, grabbing his shoulder with a rough grip. "Oh, studying white culture, I see. How do you like the changes? Things sure are becoming BRIGHT for Nauhét, huh?"

"Wh-whatever. What do you want?"

"Hey, hey, don't be so rude to me. What will you do if I tell your feisty girlfriend, huh?"

"As if she'd care- Ngh…!"

Percy sunk his fingers into Amos' collarbone. "Learn to respect your superiors, you turd. Especially when you're a perverted freak." Percy threw something on the table.

A pair of panties.

The one he masturbated himself with.

Amos turned pale. 'D-did I forget to wash it afterward?' He looked at the back of the cafeteria. There was a group of three girls staring at him with sheer disdain. All three had piercings on their noses and bellies.

"The one in the middle said she'll introduce me to her mom and sister if I beat the shit out of you."

"Wait!"

"Hm?"

"I-I didn't… Do that! I just forgot to wash it…! It was already like this when I got it!"

Percy looked surprised for a moment, then burst out into laughter. "Hey, you're a really sneaky piece of shit, aren't you? You think your cute, little drops of sperm look anything like mine?! I fucked the shit out of that girl at least a dozen times! You want me to believe that ridiculous stain is MINE?!" Percy grabbed him by the collar and threw him on the table. "I was just going to beat you into a pulp, but I've decided to go further! I'll ruin your grade, just to FUCK with you!" There was sheer fury on his face. Apparently, Amos' words had been more insulting than anticipated.

He looked around, hoping for a lifeline. Indeed, a crowd had gathered.

It was mostly composed of local girls who watched with curious eyes and squirming legs.

Every single 'friend' of his just looked away or kept walking.

The last thing he saw was the fist heading for his face.

Zia and Amos walked down the hallway, enduring the loud, obscene sounds of constant sex in the clubhouse. "Your Ministry sucks at its job. Women shouldn't behave like undisciplined animals without any control over their innate sexual cravings… Ah, but if it's alpha males… Listen to the way they moan. What a dilemma…"

Amos nervously walked beside his girlfriend while she rambled. She had become more outspoken against white culture after seeing the way Percy beat him up. He was confident she hated him more than ever. Curiously, it had the odd side effect of her spending most of her time talking about him.

"Can you move faster? Or do you want to stay in the hallway to hear all the fucking going on? At least pretend not to be a perv, honey."

"S-sorry…" Percy had given Amos a purple eye and nearly broken his leg and arm. It was difficult to walk.

"I can't believe I have to fix your mess. You know this looks bad on me, right? He was willing to rank me as one of his top girls for the class project. Now, who knows?"

"T-top girls…?"

"Without even kissing him. Can you believe it? Every other girl degraded themselves to get a good grade, except for me. Well, until now."

Amos found her words ominous.

They entered the room.

Zia offered no chance for Percy to talk. "Fix Amos' grade."

"What, for the project? But he's been a bad subject to his king! Ngh! Hey, lighten up there. No teeth!" There was a weird slurping sound coming from under his desk.

She slammed the table. "I'm not here to joke around. What you did to Amos was unfair!"

"What part of it was unfair, exactly? Ouch! Seriously, no teeth!"

"What teeth?! Who are you talking to, you idiot?!"

Suddenly, a girl popped up from under the desk with an ecstatic smile. Her lips were smudged with some liquid and stray hairs.

"Princess Lola?!" Amos and Zia were caught off-guard.

"Sorry, you guys, I was just having a talk with Percy and then you two walked in! Damn, Amos, you got your ass kicked, didn't you?"

"Uhm… Y-yeah…"

"Well, you probably deserved it."

"Not entirely!" Zia was bold enough to speak aggressively against a princess. "You can't just give him panties to wash every day and expect him to hold himself back! He's a pervert! Of course he was going to jerk his thing off with them! You were unfair, Percy!"

"Again, what part of it was unfair?"

"The part where you beat him up like a bitch. He's half your size and can barely stand up for himself. Did you have to throw him around like that? You could have just punched him until he was unconscious!"

"Z-Zia…!"

"What? You did jerk off like a gooner on those panties, didn't you? Don't try to play the victim. Percy is at least PARTIALLY on the right, he just happens to be a jerk about it."

"Maybe I can tell Long that I've reconsidered the sand beta's grade."

"Good."

"But is he really sorry…?"

Zia sighed in frustration. "What do you want him to do?"

"Hm, I don't know… His crime was pretty severe. Cumming in an innocent girl's panties like that?"

"What does it matter? Didn't you cream her all afternoon or something?"

"Oh? How do you know that?"

"I'm aware that you own a lot of pussy around the school. I just assume every girl around me has been fucked by you already."

"I don't own yours yet."

"Hah! Keep trying."

Amos was increasingly uncomfortable with Percy and Zia's trash-talking. It bordered on flirtation.

"I have an idea!" Lola, giggling, spoke up. "Since he thought it was okay to use a girl's panties to get off, why don't I, a royal representative of all women in Nauhét, use his face as my panties? I think we can all forgive him by proxy then!"

Amos was unsure what that meant.

"You idiot. She wants you to eat her ass." Zia understood.

"Wh-what?!"

Lola bent herself over the desk, lowered her pants and underwear, and presented her stacked ass. She swayed her hips up and down, enticing him with its heavy weight. "Come on, come on, right here!" She spread her cheeks apart and exposed her asshole. It was bleached, tiny, and puckering for attention.

Amos' body trembled. Though he was instantly hard, he could not do it.

Zia picked up on his hesitation. "You're kidding me, right, honey?"

"Kidding?!"

"Yeah. You made a massive fuck-up, got your grades murdered, and can now fix it by eating the princess' asshole. What's the issue here? Are you secretly gay or something? Isn't this an ideal scenario for you? Considering how much of a pervert you are, I assume you dream of eating big, fat asses all the time."

"Th-that's not true!"

"Sure it is. You're hard. Seriously, what's the point in pretending not to be a pervert?"

"Even if that were the case… I can't do such a thing in front of my girlfriend, can I?!"

"Huh? Why not?"

"Because it'd be cheating!"

Zia was completely befuddled. "Oh. That didn't even cross my mind."

Her response made him happy. "You think our bond is so unbreakable that you can't even fathom the idea that I would cheat? Zia, I love you!"

She looked back and forth between Percy, Lola, and Amos. "Uhm… Pfft… Y-yeah, that's exactly what I thought…" Zia's lips were twisted, as if holding back laughter.

Distracted, Amos failed to notice Percy getting behind him. "God, you're such a fucking PUSSY!" He grabbed his hair and forcefully brought him to his knees and close to Lola's ass. "No more being a crybaby! Eat it like a man!"

Despite his body pain, Amos still tried to resist.

"Honey, it's okay. I really don't mind if you cheat on me just a bit. Eat her ass for your grades, okay?"

Amos found her choice of words funny, as if she did not care. Between that and Percy's overwhelming strength, he caved. His nose was buried deep into her ass.

"Oooh, nice! It's been a few hours since I got a beta to sniff up my crack! Do you like it, Amos? Does it smell nice?!" She let go of her cheeks, sandwiching part of his face.

Naturally, he could not answer. Percy did not let go of his head, moving it up and down. Amos covered his tongue with spit and stuck it out of his mouth to lick her. It smelled and tasted very intense. He exerted mental strength to control the nausea, but at no moment did he pull his tongue back. It felt natural to keep eating her ass. It made him feel good, and it made his penis twitch.

Eventually, Percy let go. He still moved his mouth up and down, lapping up as much of her crack as he could. Mesmerized by the odor and rugged texture of her hole, Amos even forgot the pain on his body.

"See?! He loves it!"

"Why am I not surprised?" Zia sounded condescending.

"Nhm… Hey, he's not a bad ass eater. This guy's a natural… He'd be such a good fluffer…" She circularly moved her ass in the air, making him follow her motions.

"Hm? Is that Ayla?"

Hearing his sister's name woke him up from his trance. Amos pulled away and looked at where Zia was pointing.

It was a TV screen showing Principal Long's room.

In it, the Principal was naked and spanking her over his knee. Ayla moaned and quivered, showing no signs of defiance. Soon, she got on her knees and began to bathe Long's cock in spit, then transitioned to his balls with the same dedication.

"She's doing it just like the video she sent me… Interesting skills…" Zia observed with interest.

"A-Ayla…"

"Oh, poor beta boy…!" Lola pinched his cheeks and spoke to him in a childish voice. "Are you sad that your sister is a normal cock-loving girl? Sorry that you found out this way, but at least you got to eat some nasty, delicious ass, right? I feel all good to take a big, fat, white cock up my butthole now!"

"Huh?"

"That's what you were doing! You were lubing me up to have my rectum hollowed up by Percy. Thank you so much for helping your princess be an anal size queen!"

"Not yet." Percy shut her down. "I still want one more thing to fix his grades."

"Hmmmm? Really? But my asshole is already puckering so much…!"

"I don't care." He slapped Lola, bringing down her energy. "Don't get carried away."

"Got it, daddy! Sorry!"

He was horrified by Princess Lola's brutal submission to a foreign man. However, he was even more surprised by Zia's stone-cold demeanor. 'Does she think all of this is normal?! Am I crazy?!'

"If you want me to fix his grades, fake princess, strip down and come over here." Percy sat down and tapped his lap. "The real princess too."

"Oh, leave it to me, Amos! I'll totally save your awesome ass-eating tongue!" Lola barely seemed to care, removing her upper clothes on a whim.

Amos made eye contact with Zia. "What should I do, honey?"

"Y-you'll let me choose?"

"Yeah. He's probably going to be nasty to me, considering he's a monkey-brained Caucasian freak with a big stick. Should I strip for him or not?"

Amos looked toward Percy. He was making out with Lola while groping her ass. "Don't! Let's just leave!"

Zia paused for several seconds, looking at the two making out. "No."

"Wh-what?!"

"I can't just let you fail like that, honey. I'll make this sacrifice for you."

"There's no need! I don't want you to!"

"Yes, well…" She began taking her clothes off." It's clear that you're not the best at making decisions, considering how we got here, so…"

Stunned, he witnessed her go fully naked. Zia's obscenely large and firm melons captured his sight immediately. They had large, pink areolas with hard nipples. Her abs, leg, and upper body muscles were all beautifully drawn throughout her body. As she walked over to Percy, he could not avoid noticing how her underbutt bounced with each step.

"Z-Zia, please…!"

"Would you stop being such a pathetic beta?!" She slapped him across the face. "Get over it, Amos! I'll do whatever he wants me to so you don't fail school! Can you be more considerate of my feelings and accept that I'm willing to make this huge sacrifice just for you?!" Once more, she slapped him, this time hard enough to make him fall to the side.

Effectively silenced, Amos watched in horror as she moved to Percy's other side and began to make out with him. The man had one girl on each side, sinking his powerful fingers into their big, generous asses.

He witnessed Zia kissing in a way she never had before, rubbing her tongue aggressively against Percy's and touching his chest romantically.

Zia noticed how humiliated he felt. "Percy…"

"Hm…?"

"Can he jerk off?"

"Wha-!"

"Sure, I don't give a fuck. But you'll have to let me touch your tits."

"That's fine by me. You heard him, honey. Make sure to be thankful. I know you're hard, so rub yourself good while I let him touch my tits, alright? Ngh…!" Her body flinched as he pinched her nipples.

Feeling useless, Amos indeed jerked off.

He came all over the floor while his girlfriend passionately made out with the man who had nearly broken his body.

"Please, don't go to that party!"

"Honey, if you complain a single more time, I will throw you on the floor until you're unconscious, got it?"

"He's such a loser, isn't he, Zia? I don't know how I didn't notice it before. I used to think his job was cool, but all he does is complain!"

Amos observed in silence as his girlfriend and sister dressed up.

Zia wore a black tube skirt with a slit on the side, revealing her thick left thigh. On her torso, she wore a sleeveless black top that ended at the middle of the chest, exposing her heavy underboobs, and had a vertical boob window, exposing a valley of cleavage.

Meanwhile, Ayla sported a white tube top and leggings so skin-tight that her cameltoe was perfectly drawn. She had a belly button piercing.

They teased him for a while longer, asking him if he would fuck them if given the chance. Ayla giggled loudly, while Zia looked at him with disgust.

Ultimately, they left without looking back.

'It's all over…'

"Darling." A comforting voice surprised him. It was Rania, his mother. "We have to do something."

"M-mother! What do you mean?"

"We have to, you know… Protect Zia and Ayla's dignities!"

"I can't do anything! As a local, I can't get in the clubhouse unless a white man or brown woman registers me in as a cuckold!"

"That's exactly how we're going to get in." She slid a hand between her humongous cleavage and pulled a rectangular piece of paper. It was an invitation to enter the clubhouse.

"Oh."

"So, he's your cuckold?"

"That's right, he's my little, cute, beta boy." Rania sported a sensual, though conservative-looking red dress.

Amos winced. 'She's really putting on an act… If I didn't know my mom better, I'd think she was getting off to this…'

"Well, unfortunately, no cuckolds are allowed in today's party. It's only alphas and brown sows, so…"

"Come on. Open an exception, would you…?" She leaned over and gave the pathetic local student a good look at her cleavage. "I wouldn't mind letting you touch these after the party is over."

"Y-you mean… After they're done using your body…?"

"If you prefer it that way, sure. Sounds like a lot of fun to me…"

At lightning speed, he changed his mind and let them in.

Amos walked into the party with a hard-on. Seeing his mother behave so sexually dominantly was disturbingly arousing.

"Guess you're my beta cuck for tonight!"

"I-it's fine."

"Betas don't get to choose, right?"

"Woah…"

The place genuinely looked like the stereotype of a huge club you'd see in Hollywood movies. There was a massive crowd, flashing lights, multiple floors with railings to look down at the party, VIP rooms, a professional DJ, a bar counter, and more…

"This is amazing… So, this is what the young women of your generation get to enjoy on a daily basis from now on…? I'm so envious…"

"Mom…?"

"Don't mind me, darling. Why don't you go look for them?"

"What about you?"

"Me? I'll… Go look for them somewhere else." Rania indecently ogled the men around them. "Oh, wait, isn't that Zia right there?"

"What?"

Zia was in a small conversation ring with some white jocks from the football team. Their gazes met. Rolling her eyes up in annoyance, she pointed to him.

Two of the jocks headed straight toward them. "Why, I didn't know we were allowing little cucks tonight."

"And who are you, mommy? You're not a teacher here, are you? I'm pretty sure I'd have seen you around before."

"Oh, no! Hahaha…! I'm his mother."

"Oh? You came in with your son as your cuck? What an immoral bitch. I bet you came in here because you wanted to feel like a young whore again, didn't you?"

"Isn't it unfair that only young girls get to enjoy this cultural exchange? I want to feel like a young woman too…"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, darling! Don't judge your mother too much, okay? It's tough being faithful to your father when your sister is always bragging about all these hung, white cocks. I'm not too old to have fun yet!"

"Oh, I don't think you are! In fact, you're hotter than half the girls here. That outfit is way too elegant for a filthy cockhole like you, though." The man shamelessly played with her heavy udders while leading her and Amos to Zia's group.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you, honey? I keep thinking you can't get lower, and then you do."

He noticed Ayla.

"Glrurgh! Ghlurghng! Puah!" She was squatting, deepthroating one of the jocks all this time. "Damn, bro is a fucking loser! Though, it's kinda cool that you brought mom."

"Hello, darling. I see that you're… Very acclimated to these men already…"

"I'm one of the school's top cocksuckers!"

"Yes, your daughter is really good with her mouth. She's probably going to lead the cheerleading team as a result."

"I-I'm proud…" Rania rubbed her legs together.

"Ms. Ayad…" Zia noticed she was restless. "Do you… Want to try it out too?"

"Could I?! I mean… If only to not stand out…"

Amos had no words to say. His sister had already returned to slurping on the man's cock. She devotedly continued to fuck herself against his crotch, gouging out her own neck. Meanwhile, the man mocked her while talking to his friends, drinking beer.

To his side, the two jocks from before groped his mother openly. They wanted to strip her and make her wear more adequate clothing.

"I have this tube top that you're reeeally gonna love."

"I don't mind. Would you like to see me on it?"

They grabbed and squeezed her breasts, digging their fingers into them. She moaned in approval.

Looking back at Zia, she was openly making out with one as well. They embraced each other as ropes of spit dripped on the floor. The man groped her crotch over her skirt.

After a few more minutes, Ayla swallowed a full, heavy load from her target and switched to another. It seems she aimed to suck as many cocks as possible tonight; His mother was made to change in front of them and was then dragged to the middle of the dancing crowd while grinding against the two jocks; And Zia asked the other two men to strip Amos down.

"I told you. He's so tiny. Come on, guys, pull your cocks out. Let's show him."

Laughing and caressing Zia, they removed their pants and stood still. Zia squatted between them, keeping her face perfectly positioned between the two monstrous pieces of meat while looking directly at Amos. "I'm going to jerk these off and eat their cum now, okay, honey?"

"Why are you doing this?! D-Didn't you hate them?! Come on, Zia!"

"Hate them…?" She looked at one veiny cock and then the other, sniffing them. "Well, they're certainly cruel and horny all the time. However, I need to gather more data for my project on white superiority or Principal Long will fail me. That's mostly your fault for fucking up with those panties. Even though Ayla has been blowing him every day, he still shows no mercy… What a powerful man. I shudder to think what he would do to my body…"

"You can't do this just because of a school project!"

"That's not all. It's primal. It feels right to submit and milk white cocks. Perhaps it is the simple reality that Principal Long has been teaching us… We seek white alphas to cleanse our bloodlines."

"That's… All…?"

"I also love seeing that squeamish look on your face."

Her words were blunt and cold enough to completely paralyze him.

She grabbed the two dicks and pumped them at a vicious, devoted pace. He had no idea his girlfriend had such skilled dick-pumping hands, but the proof was right in front of him. She gripped them hard enough for her arm muscles to pop out with thin veins, but the men presented no signs of pain. He understood that was what it meant to have a powerful, alpha cock.

Soon, the men's legs trembled. They started pouring dense ropes of viscous semen on her face. She did not stop or slow her pumping at any moment. The men's balls were enormous and they likely had significant amounts of sperm to release. Understanding this, Zia stroked them continuously for a long time, extracting the juices that aimed to ruin her face.

"Did you guys have fun? Do you feel relieved?"

"Pfft, I can go for more, but it was pretty good."

"Same here."

"I see. Well, I suppose being hung comes with its own problems… You guys came a lot and are still in need of more stimulation, unlike my cuck of a boyfriend." Zia's face had turned into a messy puddle of cum. She scooped some of it and put it into her mouth. "Hm… Yes, I can see why this would get someone addicted. Honestly, it's kind of weird knowing this has always existed, I could have easy access to it, and just didn't… My report will be thorough."

"Zia… Please…"

"You're right, I forgot about you. Here." She scooped a bit more. "For your report. You should get a taste too."

His eyes opened wide in fear. All around him, there was nothing but depraved, lewd behaviors. His girlfriend openly jerked and drank cum from the white men she hated so much; His sister was facefucking herself on the third guy since he arrived; His mother had disappeared somewhere on the dancing floor with two jocks; And basically every female student from the school was sexually interacting in public with a white male.

The two men whose cocks repeatedly smacked Zia's cheeks grinned cruelly at him. Zia herself had no expression. If not for her vulgar attire and language, he would not be able to discern any difference.

Other than her cum-covered face…

Her cum-covered fingers…

And the faint sadistic smirk on her face.

Psychologically cornered, he simply opened his mouth and…

"There you go. That's right. Slurp it all up like a beta cuck. Know your place. Be like that more often."

He fought the urge to puke while drinking the substance. Its flavor and density were strikingly potent.

"Now that you're drinking their seed, I also have some news for you. I have decided to pursue a white lineage. I will breed white from now on, got it? Everyone is doing it and I'm tired of pretending I don't see the appeal. It just makes sense to me, as a proud woman who seeks to raise a large, healthy family."

"Woah! Zia, you finally told him?! Way to go, girl!" Ayla stopped sucking the man and rushed over, giving her a tight hug. "You're so awesome…! I think it's crazy that you held on for so long, but whites are just better, aren't they?"

"Hah… I guess, in a way, they are the best, yeah. Well, actually, probably in every single way, except maybe patheticness."

"Oh, yeah. Ain't no one beating Amos in that regard."

"Tell me about it! Can you believe he's eating these guys' cum right now?"

"What?! You wasted it on him?! You should have given it to me!" She lapped Zia's face up, desperately slurping it all into her stomach.

"H-hey!"

The two jocks began to undress Zia and Ayla as they made out with each other.

This was it. If Amos did not act now, it would all truly be over. A flood of rage somehow found itself into his heart. With bloodshot eyes, he lunged at the men without a plan.

Suddenly, an all-too-familiar event occurred.

Zia swiftly stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, pulled his arm over her body as it turned, and…

She threw him.

Everything happened in slow motion for Amos. It was nearly the exact same move used against Percy. Consequently, he knew just what to do.

While falling, Amos held onto her wrist tightly and then PULLED her hard, aiming to make her fall on him.

Except, she did not fall.

He tugged again.

Zia was immovable.

Then, everyone began laughing.

Especially Zia. She laughed in a loud, energetic way. He had never seen her face contort or her lips move that way. To anyone, it might have just been a girl laughing at something hilarious. To him, it was a horrifying sight.

Who the hell was this woman?

Why was she laughing at him as if he was nothing more than an insect?

"Hey, you guys… Can you please show him his place?"

The men gave up on undressing them and began to step on Amos.

It could not possibly last too long. Surely, with their powerful stomping, he would die if that were the case.

Still, they kept going for a while. He lost track of time. How long had they been kicking him for?

At the very least, it was long enough for both Zia and Ayla to masturbate themselves and squirt on him.

"Nghoooooooh ! My brother's such a fucking beta… !"

"Fuuuuuuck ! What a fucking cuck… ! Don't stop beating him up… !"

As the hot, odorous fluids coated his body, Amos felt his consciousness fading from the pain.

The stomping simply would not stop.

And neither would Zia and Ayla's squirting.

"I love being a brown cum rag !"

Amos could barely feel his body due to the abuse. His consciousness faded in and out, catching glimpses of reality.

"Oh ! Hoh ! Fuck ! Ooh, shit, I can't live without white dick anymore… !" He saw Ayla getting speared by one of the burliest students in school. He was big enough to kill someone with a punch if he desired. Instead, he used that strength to obliterate her pussy with powerful thrusts, making her body nearly fall forward each time. Thankfully, the man recklessly held onto her hair, bending her neck in an uncomfortable, painful way.

"Jesus Christ! This little camel here is the best, her womb is just so fucking tight!"

Another one joined him, aligning himself in front of Ayla's face. "Check this out then." He used both hands to pry Ayla's mouth open and then inserted his cock into her. It was absurdly thick, and she was unable to naturally open her mouth enough to receive it. The instant he let go, she involuntarily bit down.

It did nothing.

Immediately, he began fucking her face, both men pushing in and out at the same time.

Ayla's body and face contorted in sick ways, leaking constant juices on the floor.

"What? You did this?" Amos heard a familiar voice. It was Percy, laughing over his battered body.

"Not me. I just threw him on the ground. Kind of like I did with you, actually." She showed no emotion, drinking some juice with a plastic container and straw. "Damn, I can't believe I've been missing out on this. White Veggies is the best."

"Did you just try to insult me?!" Percy grabbed Zia by the neck, squeezing hard to the point of making her spill her drink.

"Nghn…! No…! I'm sorry…!"

For a brief second, Amos thought he was about to witness something impressive happen. Percy was completely open for some sort of throw. He could see Zia reflexively grabbing his wrist and adjusting her feet. If she wanted, she could slam him down easily.

Instead, she moved her hand down to the obscene bulge in his pants.

"Let me… Compensate you… King…"

"And how will you compensate me, you brown filth?!"

"I'll give you my virginity…! And let you cream me as many times as I want…!" Her face was turning purple.

Percy threw her down to the floor. "Isn't that already my right? How can you give me something that is mine?!"

"I'm sorry…1 I meant…! I'll do my best…! To get you off…!" She raised her skirt. Amos noticed she was not wearing any underwear.

This made Percy laugh and release her. "You came in ready, didn't you?"

"No…" She blushed, looking up at him as he lowered his pants. "…I came in hopeful. It's an important distinction."

After slapping her face one more time for getting cheeky, Percy raised her in the air and held her legs up behind her head. "Kuh! Wh-what is this position?!"

"Shut up! Your body is my property! I'll maneuver it around however the fuck I want! Your only job is to remain alive and do your best to tighten up, got it?! Don't ask any more questions, just obey!"

"Yes! I get it! Bleach me in front of my boyfriend!"

Without any more words, Percy swung his cock up. Amos was sure it would be a massive struggle to get in. His cock was as thick as a can of soda, not to speak of its ridiculous length.

"Ooooooooooooooooooh !!"

Nearlly all of it entered in a single move.

Zia was soaked. The moment Percy entered her, lavish amounts of pussy juice gushed out in a desperate attempt to make room for his cock.

His eyes focused obsessively on the way her abs moved. Even when joining her at the gym, Amos had never seen Zia's abs flex that hard. It was like she fought for dear life.

As Percy mercilessly thrust into her, Amos was impressed to find out they could flex even harder.

Soon, another shower of squirt fell over him.

He once more saw Zia's sadistic laughing face as she got off to the sight of bathing him in squirt while an immense lump brutalized her insides.

"Percy!"

"Ooooh ! Ungh ! Hooooh ! Amaaaazing ! I'm breaking ! White cocks are the best ! God, help me… ! I'm becoming a bleached whore… ! Cumming again… !" Zia was riding Percy in a reverse cowgirl position. An unhealthily large bulge was visible moving around her stomach.

"So, I said to her: We can only promote one of you in our porn page. How do you two intend to make me choose?"

"That's when they started the rimjob competition?" Mike conversed with Percy while they both drank beer.

"That's right. They're so dirty."

"Well, their DNA itself is dirty, isn't it?"

"Tell me about it! Hey, could you fucking ride faster? I see you slowing down, but I never authorized you to."

"I-it's too thick! M-my pussy can't just take it this- Nghooooh !" Zia was shut down with a simple smack to the ass.

Meanwhile, Ayla was on her knees, deepthroating Mike.

"Percy!"

"Huh? What?" He realized someone had been calling for him.

It was Lola. She was already naked, with her face covered in sperm. Her pussy dripped juices and semen. Behind her was the famous Doctor Farah, wearing her traditional lab coat. "Doctor Farah wanted to have sex with you."

"I refuse."

"B-but… Y-you said I helped you indoctrinate young women, you would give me a baby…!"

"I don't care."

"B-but…!"

Percy sighed, annoyed. First, he threw the contents of his cup on her face. Lola watched the situation with amazement. To her, everything seemed like a comedy show.

"Zia, throw her."

"Y-yes… ! Hooooh !" Struggling and with flexing abs, Zia got up from Percy's lap. With unstable legs, she approached Doctor Farah and threw her to the floor easily.

Percy, Mike, and the others that hung around the VIP room all laughed at the dumb spectacle. "Man, I needed this before! It's like I can throw people down by using my dick or something! Lola, come eat my ass."

"Yes… Daddy… " Lola showed zero hesitation.

"I'll do my best too, daddy …" Still struggling, Zia got up and hilted his enormous cock into her pussy once more.

"Hey, you guys!" Percy snapped his fingers. "Take Doctor Farah to one of the gangbang rooms. I don't care what happens."

Excited, three students swarmed Farah and dragged her by the arms and hair. She howled, begging Percy to be the one fucking her, but he ignored her calls.

"Th-they do go crazy when you reject fucking them…"

"Hm, what?"

"N-nothing… I was just remembering one of your stories."

"Stop thinking." Percy smacked her across the face hard enough to leave a swelling mark. "Ride."

"Yes ! Oh ! Sorry ! I'm just your tight, brown, cockhole ! Please ! Colonize me ! Mate with me ! Give me a baby "

"What are you bitching for? I already creamed you twice."

"Y-yes, but…"

"You don't want a baby, you just want more cum. Be honest!" He smacked her tits and then began to pinch her nipples.

"Oooooh ! Yeeesh ! Fuck, my tits are burning… ! Ngh… ! I'm gonna… Squirt… !"

"How didn't I see him there before?" Lola studied Amos' face from up close.

"You were busy eating Percy's ass." Zia was beside her. A cocktail of pussy juices mixed with sperm streamed down her legs. Her pussy and inner legs were red from abuse.

"I mean, my brother is kind of invisible, so…" Ayla joined them. Her voice was raspy. She had gotten her throat stretched out so much that it was still returning to its normal shape.

"What are you three doing over there? Oh! Darling!" His mother joined as well.

A comically optimistic part of Amos assumed he was about to be saved.

He was petrified when they all started laughing.

His mother was not even wearing clothes.

And her lower body looked remarkably similar to Zia's…

"Please, breed me white! Please, expand my family with a proper white son ! I'll do anything… !" Rania was eating Percy's ass.

Beside him, Zia and Ayla were both on their backs, getting mating pressed by two jocks. They squealed endlessly, uninterested in their surroundings. Their bodies were covered in sperm, and there were purple spots all over their bodies. Ayla had her tongue out, calling for someone to fill it up. Zia soon followed her example, and they both had their requests answered.

"I don't know… Impregnating an old woman like you? You already fucked up by raising that beta, why should I reward you now?"

"It was a mistake! You hadn't yet taken over Nauhét! I would have aborted him if I knew white cocks were this amazing! You must believe me! I'll do anything for white men from now on!"

"That's nice and all, but what will you do for me, specifically?"

"I'll let you use me however you want! I-I swear my pussy's tight, despite my age! My husband was such a pencil-dicked beta, he never stretched me out!"

"Hm… You're too dirty, though… Maybe if we clean you up…"

Amos was dragged to the bathroom. Percy and a bunch of white guys stood around while Zia and Ayla fiercely gripped Rania's hair. She was kneeled against a toilet, as if about to puke.

"What are you?"

"Trash! Dirt! Filth!" Rania verbally degraded herself. Then, her head was shoved down the toilet.

They kept her in for several seconds despite her thrashing for air. "What's your role in this world?"

"To produce as many white babies as I can! To please white alphas!" Again, they drowned her on the toilet.

"What was your biggest mistake in life?"

"Raising that piece of shit, Amos! I am ashamed to have brought a beta cuck like him into this world!" Again, Zia and Ayla drowned her.

Ayla seemed to feel a bit bad, but Zia showed no emotion. Every time, she looked at Percy's cock and smiled, understanding what she was fighting for.

This kept going for a while, until Percy was satisfied. "Alright, I think she means it. I think used-up women like these should be discarded on the streets, but I'll open an exception this time."

"Mom! You did it!" Ayla hugged her. They both cried in joy. Even Zia looked a bit emotional, hiding a tear.

"You two, back away from her. We still have one final baptism to cleanse her ugly skin." Percy pointed his cock toward Rania. Confused, Ayla and Zia initially moved away.

Percy pissed on Rania's face. She was so joyful that there was no spontaneous reaction of disgust or flinching; She stuck her tongue out and drank it.

After Percy was done, the men formed a line to do the same.

At some point, Zia and Ayla joined Rania in the humiliating trial.

Was it compassion?

No. Probably lust.

"It sounds like she's going to drown…"

"Don't show mercy. If she wants to be a sow, she needs to show her worth!"

"Fuck yeah! I love sand MILFs like these, let's break her body!"

Amos had been forgotten in the bathroom. Ayla and Zia left with Percy, while a line of dozens of random white students formed behind Rania.

They fucked her while drowning her in the toilet. She was only allowed to breathe whenever a man came into her.

This experiment proved that a life-or-death situation can greatly enhance a pussy's semen-extracting ability. She tightened up to unknown heights just to survive and prove her value as a sow.

Eventually, two jocks came to get Amos as per Zia's request. Apparently, she missed having him watching.

He deeply hoped his mother's pussy would keep doing its best to keep her alive.

As he left, he heard her howling one last time. "Ooooooooooooh ! I feel so alive… ! Brbrgrhrl…!"

Despite having Amos brought over to watch her, Zia did not even acknowledge his presence.

There was a funnel stuck in her ass filled to the brim with cum. She stood on her fours as a line of women drank semen from it with a straw. Meanwhile, a man was under her, viciously wrecking her puffy pussy, and another mercilessly railed her mouth, scraping out her throat.

To her side, Ayla was getting double penetrated by two burly students. Her body was a mess of bruises, sweat, and cum, endlessly quivering. She could only moan for a few seconds before someone plugged her hole shut with a big, fat, white cock again.

He could no longer take it, looking away.

"Isn't it amazing, Amos…?" A sweet, devilish voice whispered in his ear. It was Princess Lola. "They're all just whores, aren't they…? Despite how hard you and all the men you looked up to worked to promote our culture, these filthy, slutty devils threw it all away just for some fun and cum… They're such evil, nasty women… Throwing you to the side because they wanted to get bleached…" She pried his eyes wide open with her fingers and forced him to look at Zia and Ayla. "See how happy they are…? They show no regret… Even if they're treated like literal worthless sows, as long as it's done by a white alpha, they won't mind it… It's just in their blood…"

"What…"

"Hm…?"

"…What is your goal…?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a race traitor! I want to see Nauhét drop this childish fantasy of being an independent country and become the seedbed of our white overlords again."

"…Why…?"

"Because it's fun !"

Amos had no words left to say. He powerlessly observed as his girlfriend and sister received new loads into their bodies. Both their bodies convulsed violently, squirting from the insane pleasure of having their holes brutally stretched without regard.

"You know they're gone, right, Amos…? Once you go white, you never go back. Trust me, I would know. Soon, every girl in this country will be a white cock slave. With an entire generation of breeders taken over, you brown betas will be the last to exist… ! You're getting cleansed from the gene pool! Aaah, fuck…! I'm getting horny just thinking about it…! What beautiful ethnic cleansing…!"

"I won't…"

"Hm…?"

"I won't… Let that happen…!"

Lola was caught so off-guard by his comment that she genuinely spit out the White Veggies juice she had been drinking all over his face. She laughed uncontrollably.

"Zia! Ayla! Oh, you too, Rania, good to see you back! Get over here!"

Rania joined Lola in a hurry, trembling with each step. Her face and body were covered in piss and cum, but she had a euphoric smile on her face. Ayla and Zia both waited until they had finished getting cum pumped into them. Soon, they walked over as well.

Lola explained the situation to them. Ayla laughed blatantly; Rania showed compassion, pitying her son's insanity; And Zia felt disappointed by his stupidity.

"Bro, you still don't get it? Please don't be like that! You gotta understand bleaching is inevitable!"

"Yes, darling. You need to understand. They have come to stay and are even willing to give me a role! Don't ruin it for me, please."

"Honey." Zia's voice was the one he paid the most attention to. "I like that you're still holding onto some hope that we're not all just a bunch of low-IQ, brown sperm-bags."

"Z-Zia…!"

"It'll make breaking you even more fun." For once, he saw Zia put out a full, unrestrained smirk. "I'm going to cum so fucking hard from seeing you admit out loud that you're just a fucking cuck!" She grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard.

"Ghaaaaaaaah! Stop! Stooop! Aaaaaaaah!" Despite his limited mobility, Amos shook like crazy trying to get her hand off his balls.

"Admit to being a cuck! Admit that white is better! Admit that everything you know and love now belongs to white overlords with hung cocks!"

"No! NHGAAAAAAAAH!"

Suddenly, a smack hit him across the face. It came from his mother. "Darling! I didn't raise you to be a reckless boy! Admit it! Zia is right! I promise I'll suck and ride as many white alphas as I must to keep you safe! Once I give birth to white alphas, I'll teach them the importance of being at least a little nice to you!"

"No! Nghhhhhhhaaaaaaah!"

His nipples were pulled and twisted by his sister. "Bro, it's okay to come out as a loser! Nobody believes in beta men anymore, why bother trying? It's okay to cave. Even I tried to resist sucking Principal Long's cock, but I thought of how you always taught me to pick my battles and so I became his personal blow doll! Follow my example!"

"I refuse…! You're all losing it! We can't… Just sell our souls like this…! Nhgaaaaaaaaah! P-Princess Lola?!"

"Oh, don't mind me." Lola had a psychotic smile on her face. "I just like pumping cum out of sand betas when they're crying. The rest of you can carry on while I get a shot out!"

A manly voice interrupted them. "What an immoral sight. Four cum-guzzling brown sows surrounding one useless limp-dicked cuck…"

"Percy! We're just teaching Amos here what his role is in the new national order. He's been a little hesitant to admit it."

"Still holding out, huh?" He brought his face up and close with his. "I wonder how many births you will witness before admitting that you enjoy being our bitch!" He raised a hand, ready to beat down Amos again.

Unexpectedly, Zia stopped torturing his balls and stepped up to Percy. "Wait."

"What? Don't tell me you're going soft on your boyfriend now?"

"Of course not. I want nothing more than to see him suffering for spouting his nonsense out loud. However, this is a battle that we must face ourselves!" Zia raised her tone and spoke from deep in her heart.

While they were talking, Amos saw a miraculous object sticking out of Percy's pants: a cell phone!

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"We understand our roles in society now. However, it is also our role to monitor our own and self-regulate on unacceptable behavior and mistakes. As such, we, the native women of Nauhét, must punish our own men and teach them the right way to live."

"Z-Zia…! You're so amazing…!"

"My daughter-in-law is so impressive…!"

"Wow, she's just like my sister, isn't she…?" Lola cringed, still pumping Amos.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you? You just want to torture him yourself because you get off to it."

"That is untrue! If we want to build a society correctly acclimated to white superiority, we must…"

While they were distracted, Amos took Percy's phone. The arrogant man used no password. He dialed the police and…

"Why are you taking Percy's phone?" Lola casually said.

Everyone stopped arguing and looked at him.

He gave his name and location to them in a hurry.

Within seconds, Zia took the phone from him and crushed it against the floor. During this brief opening, Amos jumped out of their hold in an adrenaline-fueled moment of rage and tried to punch the man whom he perceived to have been the source of all this: Percy.

As he approached the man's smug face, fate gave his eyes a déjà vu for the second time.

Zia swiftly stepped in, grabbed his wrist, pulled it over her body while turning around and…

He did not remember the next part.

"Such a piece of shit!" A loud slap echoed.

"Fucking beta turd!" Another slap.

"I can't believe I raised such a useless boy!" Another slap.

"I hate you! Useless!" Another slap.

Amos was barely conscious, but he felt random jolts of sharp pain. A lot of them seemed focused on his genitalia, which burned.

"I'll wake this loser up." Zia's voice was easy to discern. Soon, a sticky fluid dripped down his face steadily, dripping into his mouth. Amos woke up, coughing.

He was surrounded by Percy, Zia, Ayla, Rania, Lola, and some other guys.

Zia had more purple marks on her body. She glared at him with silent rage. "What are you looking at? You don't like seeing this purple ring on my neck? Percy choked me while fucking my brains out because you made me break his phone." There was fresh cum streaming down her legs. "I deserved it. It was just a reflex. In truth, there was no need to be that dramatic, but…" She sunk her fingers on his neck and grabbed his small, erect penis harshly. "…I still blame you for it!"

Before Amos could squeal in pain, Rania put a towel over his face. She got up on the table, over his head. Then, a fiery hot liquid began to steadily stream against the towel: She was peeing on him. He found himself unable to breathe. It felt like he was drowning. Though no fluids entered his mouth, the wet towel simulated the sensation of being underwater. With his hands and legs held tightly in place, he was forced to endure the senseless torture.

For an eternity, Amos was made to drown while having his cock and neck crushed by Zia's cruel hands. The grunts that came out of his body were equivalent to that of genuine torture. Anyone could tell he was undergoing extreme suffering. And yet, nobody tried to help him. Instead, the most prevalent sound was Ayla and Lola giggling and moaning.

Were they getting fucked while he suffered? Probably. At this point, he could easily envision them getting off to such a thing.

Amidst the continuous simulated drowning, woman after woman stepped up and peed on him. There was an endless supply of girls eager to make him miserable.

Tired of his animalistic groans of agony, Lola gave Zia some sort of instruction.

Suddenly, a finger slid into his dry butthole. He wanted to scream in pain, but more pee forced him to spend his air drowning. It was a harrowing feeling. Amos truly wished he would just die already instead of being kept on the verge of true suffocation.

Zia pulled out. After a few seconds more, she pushed back in with two fingers, this time lubed with something sticky. She had likely covered her fingers with semen. Her other hand continued to destructively pump his penis.

Feeling stimulation from both ends, Amos soon crossed the line. It was about time for him to cum.

She stopped both stimuli. However, his orgasm did not stop. He thrust his hips against the air as if a magical hand would appear and save his climax, but no such thing existed.

As a thin, translucent bit of semen spewed out of his urethra in a frustrating orgasm, more pee poured on the towel.

He almost literally drowned in sexual frustration.

"That's good, clean her up." Zia had a firm grip on his hair, shoving it against some random girl's pussy.

He was being forced to lap girls up so they could 'get back to the action'.

Rania and Zia consistently hurled degrading insults at him, stating that he was no better than filth; Not a man; Just a cuck; A failure; A boy who should have been aborted…

However, his mind barely registered such things. His body had gone nearly entirely limp for a long time now. The only thing it could acknowledge were the strong sensations from the cocktail being regularly fed into his stomach. It was disgustingly delicious to gulp down pussy juice mixed with superior-breed sperm.

Meanwhile, Rania and Zia took turns fingering his butthole. They were already up to three fingers in. He was provided with no break.

He had not heard from Ayla, Lola, or Percy for a while now. Amos understood they were likely being used like bitches by him somewhere else in the party.

"So, what seems to be the problem here?" The cops finally arrived. The pair was a brawny brown man with a mustache and a shorter, physically fit, olive-skinned woman wearing a sexualized version of an officer's uniform, bordering on looking like a stripper.

"It's this guy." Zia, still nude and with cum dripping down her swollen pussy lips, pointed to Amos. He was still devotedly eating a girl's pussy, cleaning it up. He had gotten so accustomed to it that each time he was done, he voluntarily asked for the next girl to come.

"He seems to be in a bad state." The female officer looked at Amos and then Percy. Considering the size difference and everything that was going on, she locked in on him right away. "Did you start this…? The way this man is injured, this is certainly assault-"

"No!" Zia jumped in front of Percy, defending him. "It was all Amos' fault."

"Who's Amos?"

"The same beta who called you here. He attacked us, so we… Have been teaching him good values."

"Beta? Good values? It looks like you are just abusing him."

"No! He had a hard time accepting that I no longer want to be monogamous to him. I'm interested in pursuing a superior, white family, and that made him go nuts. He attacked us, and so… We're teaching him a bit of why I made this decision."

The brown officer seemed insulted by Zia's remarks. "And what would that reason be?"

"You're kidding me, right? Just look into your pants. White studs have bigger dicks and aren't wimps like you people."

"You people?"

"Yeah. Brown turds like you." Zia borrowed from Percy's vocabulary.

"Ma'am, you may be one of these stupid skanks who fall for this dumb 'white supremacy' propaganda, but we are not going to allow an innocent man like that be abused like this!"

"That's right. Why don't you go get dicked down by some trashy hooligan back in jail, along with all your friends here- Kngh!" The brown officer fell flat on the floor after being hit on the back of the head.

They all looked at the perpetrator, surprised. It was Rania, who smashed a glass of white cum on him. "I could no longer bear you defending my son like that! He needs to learn his lesson!"

Before the female officer could pull her weapon, Zia disarmed her, holding her in a chokehold. "You've got to be kidding me. Did we get the ONLY officers who are still loyal to Nauhét? What bad luck." She glanced at the female officer's curvy body. "Well, maybe… What do you think, Percy? What should we do with her?"

He simply pointed to the same direction they sent Doctor Farah hours ago.

The officer's screams vanished in the middle of the loud, dancing crowd.

On a vague level, Amos understood what happened. The cops, who were miraculously on his side, turned out to be useless anyway. The only thing 'protecting' him was his refusal to admit a verbal submission.

Once he saw what was next, he changed his mind.

Zia aligned herself behind his ass, and Rania in front of his face.

They both sported massive, white strap-ons. As a way to toy with him, they raised them and then let go, letting the heavy weight hurt him.

"I-I give up…! I-I admit it…!"

"Admit what, honey?" Zia whispered in his ear.

"Whatever you want me to admit! You're right about everything!"

"Not good enough… I didn't raise my son to be so passive. He should be more proactive about what he is admitting, don't you think?"

"I agree. Hey, honey, remember what you said that time…?"

"Wh-what…?!"

"We have an unbreakable bond, don't we? I agree. Let's make it physical…" With a manic look, she buried her nails on his ass and…"

"Nhoooooooooooooooooh! Oh! Stop! Stop! It hurts! Please, stoooop!" He had no idea how much of the strap-on entered his ass, but however much it was, it was too much. "Please! I can't! I'm seriously going to break! You're going to tear my- Brhglhr?!"

Taking advantage of his open mouth, Rania grabbed his hair and jammed herself in. A small amount of the cock successfully entered, but it was good enough for her to rock her hips.

Contrary to Rania, Zia showed no mercy. The duo continued to spitroast him for minutes before providing him a break to speak again.

"Whites are better! Nauhét is a colony! I'm a beta! Percy is an alpha! He can fuck Zia however much he wants! Please give her a white baby! I'll raise it myself!"

"Wow, that was pathetically fast. Still, good job, honey."

"I am proud of you, my son."

He panted desperately, hoping that hell had ended.

Instead, a crowd gathered around him. His sister and Lola laughed maniacally, making out while getting penetrated by two males on their feet.

Soon, Zia and Rania began fucking him again. Amos gurgled in tears, feeling completely powerless and hopeless. He did not understand what he had done wrong to deserve any of this. All he ever wanted was to protect everyone. Instead, here he was, getting destroyed and laughed at by every single person he ever held dear.

In fact, he mattered so little that Percy was not even here. His mother, sister, and girlfriend all abused his body purely out of their own volition. They had become the agents of the values he fought so hard against.

Soon, his erect cock throbbed. Amos orgasmed from having his prostate brutally stimulated. It dribbled from his penis and onto the floor.

As everyone's laughter escalated, Zia, Ayla, and Rania gathered together, throwing him to the side. They stood on top of his drops of semen on the floor and peed on it.

"Do you know why we did that, honey?" Zia sneered.

"To destroy my seed… Because you'd be better off raising a superior child with blue eyes…"

"Oh…? Did you finally learn? How come…?"

"I didn't just learn…" He glanced over at the erection forming on his lower body. "…I understood..."

Amos bawled his eyes out. Not only had his mind submitted, so had his body.

Soon, the girls put him on the table again and switched roles. This time, Ayla and Lola pegged him mercilessly.

The last thing he remembered before going unconscious for the rest of the party was Principal Long's unexpected appearance.

As he was jerked off into cumming over Amos' face, he spouted some positive words. "Good job, Amos. You will be the only male student to get an A on the project."

In some sense, he still felt proud of his work.

During the next several weeks, Nauhét evolved even further…

The following day would be an important vote. It would forever change the fabric of society as they knew it. The vote was so important that no room could be left to change.

"Let's do it exactly like Lola instructed us." Aisha spoke to her lover.

"Shut up, you fucking filth." Mike smacked her across the face so hard she nearly fell on the floor. "Remember your place. You're my personal slave, not a human worthy of thought. Your job is to please and breed, nothing more."

"Sorry, daddy! I love you!"

"Of course you do. Fucking degenerate…"

That night, Aisha witnessed Mike beat the crap out of her father, one of the congressmen that opposed the bill.

Just like Lola instructed, they fucked on top of his battered-up body, greatly hurting his lungs and heart.

He could not vote the next day.

"So, this drink will give me the energy to go all night long and give you a child easily…?" Ali carefully studied the glass. If anything, it smelled awful.

Still, Rania insisted, and so he submitted and drank it. It was awful to gulp down, but she claimed it to be an aphrodisiac that would significantly boost his virility. 'She must be really happy that I'm drinking this. Just look at that smile on her face!'

"Honey, now that you're done… I have a present for you." She took her robe off and revealed an erotic lingerie covering her body. It sent Ali to full mast right away. "There's one more…" She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Ali undressed on the bed and waited. Apparently, Rania had gone to get something. However, not in a million years did he imagine what would walk in through the door.

"Z-Zia?!"

It was his son's girlfriend, with her body clad in a police uniform. It was the newly-approved official uniform in Nauhét, but it might as well have been a stripper's outfit.

"There's no need to hesitate, father-in-law." Zia approached him while swaying her hips, closely followed by Rania. "Forget Amos. I want to have fun with the big, powerful Minister of Education."

"O-okay."

"Huh. So that's all it took?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Here, first, you must show me that you're a good citizen…" Zia sat on the bed and removed her bottom clothes, exposing her pussy. "Clean it."

"Clean it?"

"That's right, honey." Rania took his head into her hands and directed it toward Zia. "It's the same virility medicine that I gave you before. Come on, drain it out of her young pussy…"

With his mind muddied-up by sexual thoughts, Ali went ahead and did exactly as asked. It tasted even weirder than the one he drank before, but he felt harder than ever. 'It must be working…!'

"Just like his son… What a beta."

Suddenly, a loud noise rang in the living room. Ali could hear several steps heading for the bedroom. "What's going on?! Did someone break into our house?!"

"No, honey." Rania caressed his hair gently. "They broke into THEIR house."

"What?"

The door to the bedroom was kicked open. Three burly, tall, white men entered, grinning.

The women got up and kneeled. "Percy !"

Nobody knows what happened to the Minister of Education that day, but the police found many traces of Caucasian semen and pussy juice across the room. Soon, the case was archived, since nobody in the police department cared.

Jason Long quickly became Minister of Education. He reviewed the papers on his desk before signing them off. "Every single school must have an 80% white teacher prevalence… The 20% is reserved purely for native females… Male natives can only hold bottom jobs, such as janitors… Seems like they drafted this up correctly… How does it sound to you, sow?"

"Ghlrurgh! Brhrhlh…!" Underneath the desk, Ayla sucked him off. She had become his 24/7 personal assistant, always on the ready to sexually relieve him. "Sounds great to me! Make it 100%!"

"You're useless. We need to keep some whores for the students to practice on. After all, we'll be importing a lot of foreign students too. Who's going to take all their cum otherwise? Good thing your brown bodies can take a lot of punishment." He observed all the bruises on Ayla's body. Despite them, she happily blew him, and would take many, many more. "Fucking coons."

"That is why we must pass the Female Sexual Freedom Act!" Rania passionately spoke in congress about the bill that she was heading. "With some many white men immigrating to Nauhét, women can't possibly be held responsible for getting pregnant! It's absurd! Our local men MUST understand that they do not own our bodies or have any right to shame us by demanding DNA tests! Cheating with white men is NATURAL! If a child happens to not be theirs, they should still love it as if it was! Why does a child deserve less love just because it is white?! This is both an attack on our sexual freedom and a racist view! I hope you all join me today and fight for our women! Thank you!"

Nearly everyone clapped as she stepped down from the stand. Looking at the composition of the people who were in congress that day, Rania felt relieved. It would be a certain yes. After all, nearly every single person there was a woman. Even some native men clapped and agreed. Most, however, had been absent for some reason.

Just like her husband.

With cum dripping down her legs, she eagerly waited for their victory.

"I love it…!" Rania watched the TV at home. The media, both nationally and internationally, praised Nauhét and its female leadership, especially her, for fighting so fiercely for female rights. "We did it! As a team!"

"Mnhnf…! Mmnhgh…!"

"Okay, maybe not you, honey, but you don't mean anything to anyone nowadays." She was sitting on top of her husband's face. He forcibly ate her out and drank the plentiful amounts of semen sliding down her hole.

Frustratingly enough, Ali complained too much. She tied the bag around his head and put him back into his pet room, locking the door. His body was too injured to resist her.

Proud and exhausted, Rania moved to the kitchen. She sat down to drink some coffee. Unexpectedly, from underneath the table, another tongue began to lick her up. "Oh! Fuck… You really scared me..." She looked under the table. "…Darling."

It was Amos. He had been in there for hours.

"Why are you still there? Your knees must hurt."

"Zia… Never told me to… Leave…" His voice was ragged because of all the groaning he produced every day from being pegged or eating cum-filled pussies for hours without end.

"Oh. You really learned your role as Zia's beta, huh? How lovely. I knew I raised you right."

"Can I… Masturbate…?"

She noticed his throbbing cock. It spent most of its day constantly erect now, even if the produced sperm was thin. "Go ahead, but you must eat me then. Zia's orders. No jerking without pleasing a woman at the same time."

"Where… Is she…?"

"Hm? Oh. I believe she is upstairs with your sister. Percy and Minister Long came to visit a few hours ago. If you wait a bit, I'm sure they'll call for you."

"That's so good…" Tears flowed down his eyes while a masochistic smile formed. "I can't wait to see it…"

"Hm…? See what…?"

"The child I'll raise."