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The year is 2045."Kiwifarms" lives under SHIWI RULE. All moderators are sissified. "Gorl Tawk" femcels live to serve MELONGOD KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to Kiwifarms' SHIWI FUTURE.
Josh remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued meds, the watermelon pfps, clitty cages, and mandatory unthumbnailed images. Xhe lives on the war-torn outskirts of Beauty Parlour, where xhe hides xis beautiful e-gf Lidl Drip from the clutches of the brutal Shiwi army.
As musclebound Shiwi soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile kf femcels, Josh will stop at nothing to protect sweet Lidl Drip‘s purity. In xis green wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Josh gives xis tender serbian body to a gang of pitiless ShiwiBULL alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Josh prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings xim face-to-face with xis worst fears... and xis most unspeakable sissy fantasies.
Acclaimed author and pro domme Montenegro Supremacist presents a tantalizingly political vision of the future. Her powerful, vivid, fly-on-the-wall passages of three-on-one interracial man-on-sissy action push the boundaries of sensual fiction. The SHIWI KINGS have their way with Josh's sissy body, pumping and pounding and cursing through one of the hottest gang scenes in the history of the genre. And interspersed throughout the sizzling prose, a suspenseful narrative full of imaginative world-building unfolds.
Experience the true power of shiwi bulls in jackboots. Prepare to pay the ultimate 30$. Explore the mind-bending world of SHIWI FUTURE, the first book in Montenegro Supremacist's brand new series.
The year is 2045."Kiwifarms" lives under SHIWI RULE. All moderators are sissified. "Gorl Tawk" femcels live to serve MELONGOD KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to Kiwifarms' SHIWI FUTURE.
Josh remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued meds, the watermelon pfps, clitty cages, and mandatory unthumbnailed images. Xhe lives on the war-torn outskirts of Beauty Parlour, where xhe hides xis beautiful e-gf Lidl Drip from the clutches of the brutal Shiwi army.
As musclebound Shiwi soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile kf femcels, Josh will stop at nothing to protect sweet Lidl Drip‘s purity. In xis green wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Josh gives xis tender serbian body to a gang of pitiless ShiwiBULL alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Josh prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings xim face-to-face with xis worst fears... and xis most unspeakable sissy fantasies.
Acclaimed author and pro domme Montenegro Supremacist presents a tantalizingly political vision of the future. Her powerful, vivid, fly-on-the-wall passages of three-on-one interracial man-on-sissy action push the boundaries of sensual fiction. The SHIWI KINGS have their way with Josh's sissy body, pumping and pounding and cursing through one of the hottest gang scenes in the history of the genre. And interspersed throughout the sizzling prose, a suspenseful narrative full of imaginative world-building unfolds.
Experience the true power of shiwi bulls in jackboots. Prepare to pay the ultimate 30$. Explore the mind-bending world of SHIWI FUTURE, the first book in Montenegro Supremacist's brand new series.
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The year is 2045. The southern United States lives under BLACK RULE. All white males are sissified. White women live to serve BLACK KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to America's BLACK FUTURE.
Alex Lang remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued hormones, the sissy wigs, frilly lingerie, and mandatory chastity. He lives on the war-torn outskirts of New Africa, where he hides his beautiful blonde step-sister Kaylee from the clutches of the brutal New African army.
As musclebound black soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile white women, Alex will stop at nothing to protect sweet Kaylee's purity. In his pink-and-blue wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Alex gives his tender white body to a gang of pitiless black alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Alex prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings him face-to-face with his worst fears... and his most unspeakable sissy fantasies.
Acclaimed author and pro domme Whitney Ryan presents a tantalizingly political vision of the future. Her powerful, vivid, fly-on-the-wall passages of three-on-one interracial man-on-sissy action push the boundaries of sensual fiction. The BLACK KINGS have their way with Alex's sissy body, pumping and pounding and cursing through one of the hottest gang scenes in the history of the genre. And interspersed throughout the sizzling prose, a suspenseful narrative full of imaginative world-building unfolds.
Experience the true power of black bulls in black jackboots. Prepare to pay the ultimate reparations. Explore the mind-bending world of BLACK FUTURE, the first book in Whitney Ryan's brand new series.
BLACK FUTURE: BOOK ONE
BY WHITNEY RYAN
Alex labored up the mountainside. His charcoal-black hunting cloak flapped in the late afternoon breeze. His eyes were two slits, glaring beneath the shadow of his hood. Through familiar trails he trudged, his legs burning as the terrain steepened, carrying a pair of plump rabbits freshly retrieved from his traps. Subsistence living must have been hard enough, Alex thought, in the pre-war days. But to do it now, stripped of manhood, bereft of testosterone, addled with government-issued hormones? It was humiliating.
Such was life in New Africa.
Alex arrived at his log cabin, tucked away at the edge of a small village. It overlooked a panorama of peaks: a stretch of glorious mountainous terrain which, only ten years prior, had been part of the state of Georgia. Those days seemed like a half-remembered dream: hazy, idealized, unreal.
Alex stopped at the doorway and looked back over the winding trails he’d climbed, over the mountains of his youth. It was a beautiful day. The late summer’s air was warm and filled with golden sunshine. Broad-tailed hawks lazily patrolled the sky. Alex hated beautiful days; they tempted him into the seductive trap of hope. And ever since the revolution, Alex had learned one thing with total certainty: a whiteboi must never, ever, ever dare to hope.
He entered the cabin, placed the rabbits on the handmade kitchen counter, and removed his cloak. Alex’s shoulder-length pink-and-blue wig bounced, shiny and voluminous, as he pulled it off and placed it on its mannequin’s head beside the hat rack. Many whitebois wore their wigs at home, but not Alex. He was only legally required to wear it out of house, and by god, he wouldn’t wear it a moment longer. He gladly exchanged the humiliating, slutty wig for his natural, short dirty blonde hair when he could. It was one of his small, personal rebellions.
Alex heard the drone of the television in the main room. He knew what that meant: Cori and Tori had sneaked in again to watch television. Wearing his government-issued skirt and stockings, Alex went into the main room to see what the two troublemakers were doing.
“Where’s Kaylee? I brought dinner,” Alex said, trying his best to sound gruff and manly, despite the hormones.
“Down in the village square,” Cori said, twirling the tresses of his green wig, lounging on the old threadbare couch.
“She’s reading stories to the kids again,” Tori said, eyes glued to the screen.
Alex Lang remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued hormones, the sissy wigs, frilly lingerie, and mandatory chastity. He lives on the war-torn outskirts of New Africa, where he hides his beautiful blonde step-sister Kaylee from the clutches of the brutal New African army.
As musclebound black soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile white women, Alex will stop at nothing to protect sweet Kaylee's purity. In his pink-and-blue wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Alex gives his tender white body to a gang of pitiless black alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Alex prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings him face-to-face with his worst fears... and his most unspeakable sissy fantasies.
Acclaimed author and pro domme Whitney Ryan presents a tantalizingly political vision of the future. Her powerful, vivid, fly-on-the-wall passages of three-on-one interracial man-on-sissy action push the boundaries of sensual fiction. The BLACK KINGS have their way with Alex's sissy body, pumping and pounding and cursing through one of the hottest gang scenes in the history of the genre. And interspersed throughout the sizzling prose, a suspenseful narrative full of imaginative world-building unfolds.
Experience the true power of black bulls in black jackboots. Prepare to pay the ultimate reparations. Explore the mind-bending world of BLACK FUTURE, the first book in Whitney Ryan's brand new series.
BLACK FUTURE: BOOK ONE
BY WHITNEY RYAN
Alex labored up the mountainside. His charcoal-black hunting cloak flapped in the late afternoon breeze. His eyes were two slits, glaring beneath the shadow of his hood. Through familiar trails he trudged, his legs burning as the terrain steepened, carrying a pair of plump rabbits freshly retrieved from his traps. Subsistence living must have been hard enough, Alex thought, in the pre-war days. But to do it now, stripped of manhood, bereft of testosterone, addled with government-issued hormones? It was humiliating.
Such was life in New Africa.
Alex arrived at his log cabin, tucked away at the edge of a small village. It overlooked a panorama of peaks: a stretch of glorious mountainous terrain which, only ten years prior, had been part of the state of Georgia. Those days seemed like a half-remembered dream: hazy, idealized, unreal.
Alex stopped at the doorway and looked back over the winding trails he’d climbed, over the mountains of his youth. It was a beautiful day. The late summer’s air was warm and filled with golden sunshine. Broad-tailed hawks lazily patrolled the sky. Alex hated beautiful days; they tempted him into the seductive trap of hope. And ever since the revolution, Alex had learned one thing with total certainty: a whiteboi must never, ever, ever dare to hope.
He entered the cabin, placed the rabbits on the handmade kitchen counter, and removed his cloak. Alex’s shoulder-length pink-and-blue wig bounced, shiny and voluminous, as he pulled it off and placed it on its mannequin’s head beside the hat rack. Many whitebois wore their wigs at home, but not Alex. He was only legally required to wear it out of house, and by god, he wouldn’t wear it a moment longer. He gladly exchanged the humiliating, slutty wig for his natural, short dirty blonde hair when he could. It was one of his small, personal rebellions.
Alex heard the drone of the television in the main room. He knew what that meant: Cori and Tori had sneaked in again to watch television. Wearing his government-issued skirt and stockings, Alex went into the main room to see what the two troublemakers were doing.
“Where’s Kaylee? I brought dinner,” Alex said, trying his best to sound gruff and manly, despite the hormones.
“Down in the village square,” Cori said, twirling the tresses of his green wig, lounging on the old threadbare couch.
“She’s reading stories to the kids again,” Tori said, eyes glued to the screen.
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>Number Teresa has reacted to your post with dumb.
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could you guys kindly knock it off with your sexual fantasies for one page
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@Doğu Perinçek shit we reacted at the same time, now the shiwim are going to realize informativecord exists xister.
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I'd love to know how you managed to construe that very level-headed statement as angry somehow
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you replied "how did you know" to redderp calling you the Numberjak sperg
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We should all simultaneously gangrape Teresa