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"Thank you for meeting with me," Enterprise said, giving a firm nod and a welcome smile to the envoys from the Royal Navy who had come to meet with her; Belfast, Hood, and Illustrious. Sat at the head of the war table, the leader of the Eagle Union contrasted the seriousness of this situation with tea set out for the women to enjoy, knowing how to entertain her guests from across the ocean and knowing the importance of tea in their lands. "And for placing faith in how we handle the Crimson Axis in us."

"We have nothing but the highest faith in you," Belfast said.

Hood sipped her tea and barely offered up a comment of, "We trust you."

"That you have called us here tells us that you have good news," Illustrious said.

Enterprise nodded. "I do. Thank you for that trust, all of you. It means a lot." She motioned toward the screen where she had set up all of the details and interlocking connections between the two factions. The Crimson Axis, compromised of nations who had splintered off from Azur Lane and formed their own union to address the Siren threat on their own terms and to their own ends, was the ultimate priority for every woman in the room, who understood that the Sirens were a danger they could only address if they worked together, and knowing that the Sakura Empire and Iron Blood in particular were forces too powerful to do this without. The question of how to mend this rift and broker old alliances held a black cloud over the room, keeping the whole of Azur Lane deeply uncertain about how to address all of this, at least until Enterprise had concocted her idea.

"The general core of my plan," she said, "is that we're going to have black men fuck the navies of those nations into submission."

Approving remarks followed from the Royal Navy women, who wanted to hear more.

Enterprise happily continued, "Since having the navies of remaining member nations of Azur Lane blacked has been so incredible for matters of peace and diplomacy, I believe the solution to making other nations come around to these same lines of thought is to have more ships from the Iron Blood and Sakura Empire blacked. Then, we will have the leverage. To that end, we've been investigating the logistics of a night raid waged on the Sakura Empire base, where several Eagle Union ships and our 'support staff' go into their barracks and persuade them to go black by forcing them to feel the glory of black cock. Then, surely, peace can follow."

"That sounds like a risky operation," Illustrious remarked.

"How do you intend to enter their barracks?" asked Hood.

Enterprise offered a coy smile, lifting up her tablet from the desk and pulling up a video that played on the screen behind her, a window popping up over all of the map and information to instead Tosa and Ayanami.

With her dress torn open and her ample chest bouncing wildly about with each mad stroke forward, the silver-haired Tosa was a howling, thrashing mess, eyes rolled back in her head while a black man stuffed her foreign pussy full of cum. 'Yes, more, please, more," she whined, gasping through this hazy ecstasy, her hands grasping two more cocks and stroking them wildly while she bounced. Every ache across her body demanded more, begging through her for some frontier of relief and release through the surge of pleading hunger and ecstasy now taking her by storm. This felt like too much, an excessive and senseless rush of persistence and passion to keep falling into, to keep exploring amid her desire to fall to pieces. This was all too much to handle, an unbearable rush of ecstasy to try and deal with while she slid into lower, hotter chaos, through a manic struggle to hold onto herself.

But she didn't seem like she wanted to hold on all that much. With every twist of her body, Tosa was happy to sink in deeper. Her head drifted about and she all too eagerly sucked down one of the cocks, slurping noisily on it in an abandonment of every last of dignity and control that could have held her back from these passions. she was an unhinged wreck giving herself up to all of this, deeper passion and appreciation leaving clear that she was in no way sensible enough to hold herself together. The pleasure overwhelming her left the composed and refined warrior in a state of dutiful panic, sweeping ecstasy and confusion leaving her less and less foundation while she slid deeper into this mess. She was powerless under the weight of these wicked efforts, burning in embarrassment through all of this.

Beside her, Ayanami's skirt was hiked up and the petite girl was being held in the hands of a strong black man with her legs dangling and her face locked in an indecent state, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out. "Atago was right. Black men are so good. I love this!" She was a dizzy wreck, trembling through the bizarre fever and spectacle of giving deeper up to this pleasure. She was limp in his arms, happily receiving the relentless excitement and indulgence of deeper chaos, pleasures and lusts that kept coming, kept climbing. She was a mess, struggling to deal with the endless chaos and spectacle that kept building, relentless pleasure kept coming, building without sense now.

She welcomed it, noisy and hungry, the pleasure that kept up stranger and more wicked excitement. This was a pleasure she couldn't deal with, unbelievable lust that burned across her wilder, hotter, and she just had to roll with all of this. She was a wreck, moaning louder and refusing to slow down, craving more on a foundation of ecstasy and hunger so ravenous that she could barely handle all of it. Ayanami was a complete mess, thrashing and aching her way into deeper heat, into panic she couldn't believe. Her squeals of ecstasy were noisy and fierce, pleasure washing over her and pushing her to writhe through this. She could barely beg for more, unable to articulate anything as she crumbled into a collapse of babbling fire and ecstasy, a rush of confusions she had absolutely zero way to handle.

The camera pulled slowly out to reveal Atago completely naked and resting against the lap of yet another black man, hand on his cock and lips against his neck. "I told you I'd bring them to you," she cooed sweetly.

"You did exactly what I wanted," he groaned. "You did so well." This was no mere man; sitting in his mostly-put-on uniform and his hat, the muscular, dark skinned man was nothing short of the commander of the Eagle Union's entire navy.

"Good. I know you're married to Enterprise, but if she ever can't satisfy you, I think a Sakura Empire woman could be the perfect housewife for such an amazing man.

Belfast watched in awe, her thighs clenched tightly together. She wasn't alone. Illustrious and Hood were just as effected by arousal and enticement that built inside of them. Shaky intrigue and want brought on weirder pleasures, and there was simply no reason to hold anything back here. "Your husband was involved," Belfast remarked. "You're really committed to this cause."

"I have to be," moaned Enterprise. "The Commander changed my life, and sharing him with my fellow Eagle Union ships, and then with my sisters in the Royal Navy, has brought so much peace. As my second in command, he has to be involved with this plan too, and when I see him blacking Sakura Empire girls, I can tell he's where he's enjoying himself most." Enterprise had no jealousy in her voice, simply watching fondly at the paused video a moment longer.

'Peace' was a curious way to explain what Enterprise had overseen. Even before marriage, Enterprise's torrid love affair with the top Eagle Union commander was well known. The dark skinned man had fully charmed and captivated her, and she was said to be loudly proclaiming her love for him during wild, all-night marathon sex sessions well before her put a ring on her finger. The first night she'd shared him with any other woman was at her bachelorette party, when the white man they brought in as an exotic dancer failed to intrigue her, which left her to explain her love of her husband's big, black cock to the women for the first time. It ended with the bride to be watching her friends get blacked in her own bedroom, and it kicked off something that returned in full force when she came back from her honeymoon.

Word spread, fixations raged, and before long, there were more black male tech crew, mechanical crew, soldiers, logistics, and intelligence workers on base than there were any other ethnicity. Black men were all over the Eagle Union bases and casual sex happened just about everywhere, normalized so much that walking into meeting rooms often meant stumbling on a ship girl fucking one of the support crew, which more often than not spilled into threesomes and left the planned meetings spiraling completely out of control and sense. So enthralled by the delight of seeing this play out, Enterprise found herself compelled to spread the love when she went to visit the Royal Navy with her commander, as well, spreading a love of black cock to another force and spiraling that nation's forces into a very similar situation.

It made sense, then, to think that the key to uniting the Crimson Axis and Azur Lane again was to have the women of those navies blacked. That would bring them back to the table and help focus everyone on what was important: driving back the sirens. Finally turning her attention toward the meeting, Enterprise cleared her throat. "At any rate, these three women will be sent in as traitors. Atago was taken down first, and then she helped feed Ayanami and Tosa to our men. I think now, the stage is set. They can disable radar and security, and allow our forces in to base on what is to be a holiday of theirs."

The plan seemed well thought-out. Graphics came up showing off the floor plans, arrows, and little men marching into the halls. It was all laid out for them to understand, and what was there seemed good.

"If your people handling the Sakura Empire," Illustrious said, "that leaves us to address Iron Blood, doesn't it?"

"That's correct. I want to launch a joint operation on both fronts, to occur as roughly simultaneous as we can. Evening time in Iron Blood territory will be the dead of night in Sakura Empire's time zone. I am happy to leave the execution of it to you, but I want our operations to be executed simultaneously, so that we can hit the Crimson Axis's superpowers at the same time and not leave either of the others any time to respond." Enterprise looked to the three women, hoping for one of them to have some idea of what they could do and how to engage with the situation before them. "Do you have any ideas?'

Hood took a moment to think before sucking in a soft breath. "The Iron Blood want us to join them," she said, putting down her tea. "We would not, of course. Our Queen has no intention of leaving Azur Lane. But they have invited us to consider it, and if we asked them to, I am certain we could have them meet us somewhere seemingly neutral."

"We can have black men working there as the staff," Illustrious proposed. "Arrange a situation where there will be lots of men who are there for the women."

"Perhaps we can use aphrodisiacs as well." Belfast was starting to form an idea in her mind. "Let them think it's their decision to be blacked. It won't be, but the use of force might only make things more difficult. At least, it would without a little bit of something extra. With the aphrodisiacs, even force might be welcome."

"There should be no trouble in setting the meeting up once we know the date." Hood picked her tea back up. "We can coordinate our offensive on both of them, and attain swift victory."

Enterprise felt arousal wash over her at the mere plotting of this situation. Her Eagle Union sisters had become so good and so devious on their own, and the plan to let a lust for interracial sex sweep over two navies and ravage their thoughts, bringing on ruinous excitement and a chaos that was only getting wilder. She wanted this, desperately burring for the sight of Crimson Axis women getting their legs spread, having huge, black cocks stuff them full and bring them all the same joys that she had been granted. Once they all felt that unifying pleasure, everything would all be okay. Everything would be solved and better. She just had to roll with it and find the satisfaction that everyone needed together.

"This plan all sounds good to me, Enterprise finally said. "The only question is if you think that Queen Elizabeth will agree to this plan," she said. "I'm happy to meet with you, but I would like her agreement on the matter."

That drew a coy laugh from the three Royal Navy representatives. "Queen Elizabeth will almost surely agree to the plan, if she's in any state like she was when we left her," purred Illustrious.

"Fuck your queen harder! Praise the throne! Praise the glory of the Royal Navy!" howled Queen Elizabeth as the fleet's leader leaned back against the strong chest of one of her favorite black men on base. Her elegant, white dress was hiked up to reveal her puffy, pink pussy and the pale labia spread out around the fat, black shaft stuffing up into it. The lucky man got to sit back in the queen's throne while he slammed up into her, relentlessly seeking to fuck the petite blonde with all the fire and aggression he could muster, carelessly pursuing only the joy and the pleasure of going all out.

"I'm happy to serve, Your Majesty," he teased, tugging down the cups over her small breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples, inspiring wild gasps from the blonde in her fitful bouncing. She rode even harder in light of that little teasing, falling into thrashing, fitful delirium and welcoming her own demise in the name of giving up harder. Queen Elizabeth was wholly unable to control herself and her wild plunge downward. Everything about this pleasure consumed her thoughts and her needs, senselessly plunging her deeper. All in the name of giving in, all to get some semblance of control and reason, she felt like she was completely unable to hold herself together.

But she kept riding, kept bucking and heaving atop his lap in a fit of stranger and wilder pleasures, needing to accept what was pushing her and needing to give up hotter. This was a beautiful sort of pleasure, an insanity keeping her wanting more, keeping her twisting atop him. She was fitful, noisy, and absolutely refused to slow down in the chaotic sweep burning across her. She just wanted it, and as not only the leader of the Royal Navy but its queen, she was going to get every last bit of what she craved.

The thought of what the queen must have been up to made Enterprise smile a little. She understood completely, and she was happy to imagine the small girl getting ravaged so hard. It was a good time, and Enterprise would be happy when she got to next meet with Queen Elizabeth, but or now, she had more pressing matters she knew she had to deal with.

"I believe that we can find backup if we need it," Enterprise explained. "With some luck, I believe the Northern Parliament and possibly Iris Libre will be available to aid you however needed. In turn, we will be enlisting the help of the Dragon Empery to assist with the raid and logistics."

"Have those nations been blacked as well?" asked Belfast, who was startled by how many nations Enterprise suddenly spoke about enlisting.

A smile gleamed across Enterprise's face as she eyed the Royal Navy women. "I brought my husband to more than just the Eagle Union. Women of the Northern Parliament were very interested in what I had to offer them..."

"Deeper, comrade! No man has ever filled me so deep before!" howled Sovetskaya Belorussiya, whose dress had been tugged aside, letting her ample chest bounce free and wilds in the midst of plunging chaos and heat. The need inside of her was ravenous and exhausting, leaving her unsure how to deal with these pleasures but knowing she was an uncontainable wreck needing only to give in to whatever could keep taking her now. She was unable to contain herself, lying spread out on top of the meeting table, a curious volunteer how had taken up with interest Enterprise's offer, and now, with many of the other top ships of the Norther Parliament watching Sovetskaya Belorussiya get blacked, she felt like she had to be a good example, had to strive for a show of strength and intention.

The Eagle union commander held onto Belorussiya's hips and happily plundered into her, looking down at the woman eh was stuffing full and showing off his prowess, not letting the gathered crowd and their stares get to him. He had to remain focused, sharply fixated on the task before him and how good it could all feel to keep chasing, knowing that he was serving his nation's agenda and his wife's desires in one steady motion. Not that he minded, happy to spread the pale legs of any woman and guide his thick, black cock into her. He was always happy to make a show of this, to captivate and entice more women into going black, which had made his half-drunk wife dragging her friends up to their bedroom all the more enticing.

"... while the women of Iris Libre treated meeting the commander like a religious experience..."

Cum dripped out of Saint Louis's well spent and ravaged twat while she sank to her knees, grabbing greedily at the cock she had just been fucked on. she was a trembling wreck who sank down to her knees without a moment of reason or sense, the unrestrained delirium of taking it in hand and sucking him down. The glory of sucking down a black cock for the first time offered Saint Louis a chance to praise the man who had brought her to the best orgasm of her life. With the same fervor she would have shown piety and worship, she took to sucking down his cock and embracing the wild and erratic chaos of giving completely up to this mess now. She needed to let control, and she didn't care about containing the brilliant ferocity and chaos behind what she wanted now. Every need inside of her demanded that she give in fully, and she would not be held back from it now.

The rest of the amassed women in the meeting watched in awe at Saint Louis's senseless, delirious shoves forward, the throbbing excitement with which she forced herself to take the cock down and celebrate its grandiosity. All of the Iris Libre women present were pious and reverent, and they recognized the way Saint Louis worshiped for what it was. It should have been sacrilege, but as they marveled at the relentless indulgence and the way she went, they felt themselves growing more enthralled and intrigued, themselves. For someone as strong and faithful as Saint Louis to worship way must surely have been to throw herself into these depths, they knew she must have meant it, and the women amassed to witness this unconventional diplomacy soon burned for turns of their own.

"... while the Dragon Empery Women seemed to be starving for a man like my husband. Yat Sen spread her legs before we'd even finished explaining what we wanted."

With their eyes wide and their thighs pressed tight together, all three Royal Navy women nodded in understanding, open to the startling shock and lurid joy of such a story. Everything had become an expected and typical sort of joy very quickly, and nothing about the idea of blacking those women even sounded strange to them now.

With a wistful and soft sigh, Enterprise noted, "And my commander seemed all too fired up at the idea of fucking those Dragon Empery women. I'm starting to think he has a 'preference' for women like that, which is so much of why we've decided that our force should strike at the Sakura Empire."

It was an agreeable statement, one that had the Royal Navy women happy with the arrangement. Everyone was certain now of what they were up to and how to move forward; preliminary plans had been laid out, and surely there were greater matters yet to hash out, but they had the first step toward the actionable setup that would get them to where they needed to be, and with that in mind, the only thing left to do was nail down the specifics and make their arrangements. For now, they could finish their tea and enjoy some lighter conversation away from matters of Sirens and war and the complicated international politics that the war was wrapped up in.

Then, their tea was finished, and Enterprise promised the women had some surprises waiting for them in their guest bedrooms. Knowing exactly what sorts of surprises they likely were, the women scurried off hastily to seek out those opportunities, which left Enterprise to instead return to her own room, knowing what was waiting for her when she got there.

The door opened, and wild moans accompanied the heavy smell of sweaty, raw sex out of the room. It brought a smile to Enterprise's lips as she lingered in the doorway to watch everything play out.

Yat Sen screeched in her native tongue in a fit of thrashing, babbling excitement, barely able to register anything sensible. Her legs were up in the air and her snug, foreign pussy was getting stretched hard out by the Eagle Union commander's massive, black cock. This was an overwhelming mess to have to deal with, the unbearable chaos and commotion of having to deal with something that felt truly unrelenting, the brilliant frenzy and worry of having to fall deeper, having to give in to this all. "Yes, fuck me so big!" Yat Sen hollered amid her frantic shouting. She was completely unable to hold herself together, lapsing back into her native tongue. Being mating pressed into a wild spectacle of chaos and frenzy kept her needing more, and she was happy to continue sinking into, giving up harder to all of this and refusing to hold herself back.

"I love it when you let a little English slip," he groaned. "Especially when it's not right." The commander was happy to pin the leader of the Dragon Empery down and fuck her senseless for as long as he could, relentlessly pursuing the wicked satisfaction of taking her down deeper, imposing upon her the pleasure and the fire that needed more and more. This was truly senseless, a spectacular and beautiful rush of heat keeping up madder pleasure, and there was no reason to pretend this was sensible now. The reinforced, durable bed was set up to make sure that no amount of intense sex could break it, and it was needed, because he was fucking her senseless in waves of pure fury and aggression, pleasures and fires to keep chasing, keeping up the pleasure and the commotion of letting everything go.

Enterprise lingered in the doorway with a smile on her face and a sweet delight to admire, watching her husband have his way with another powerful woman. She wasn't jealous of sharing him; she liked it this way. Watching black cock stuff light skinned holes induced something wild inside of her, and she was eager to keep spreading the word, happy to share her man. Especially given how voracious his appetite was; sometimes the presence of some other women around made things all a lot easier for her to deal with. It worked out well, and she wanted to keep up that persistence, wanted to keep things lining up and coming together okay.

Weaving the word 'yes' into her frantic howls, feeling like was the only word she had the faculties to convey in another language in this state, Yat Sen was happy to keep spiraling deeper into madness, moaning louder, legs shaking in the air while her qipao was tugged up over her body and every nerve inside of her was lit up in wanton fascination. This was a pleasure she felt all too eager to embrace and roll with, consumed by ecstasy and wanting only to fall to pieces for it. Writhing and whining through the throb of thrashing ecstasy, the pleasure pushing her limits made Yat Sen louder, needier, her orgasm fast approaching and a sense of wild ecstasy, pleasures that kept her needing more of these mad delights, and she felt like she just had to give in to this beautiful fire, an insanity throbbing across her that she was happy to give in to hotter.

Her orgasm was bold and electrifying, her body thrashing underneath his, begging, 'Breed me," with the babbling chaos of someone who didn't care about anything in the morning. She probably wasn’t getting knocked up, but as the commander slammed down into Yat Sen and pumped her to the brim with cum, her howling only grew noisier, every last ache of want and fire making her feel better. His pulsating cock stuffed down to the hilt inside of her, pulsating and gushing, making sure he filled her up with every drop he could before he finally drew back and let Yat Sen squirm through this trembling mess of fire and confusion. His body went limp atop hers.

"Very good," Yat Sen whined, her legs flopping to the ground. "Fuck me so good I forget English. I am happy to be of service."

"That's how I like it," he bragged, pulling up out of her and finally taking notice of Enterprise. "Meeting go well?"

"Very," she replied.

"I need to get some water." He stepped out of the bed and off toward the small kitchen they had attached, rounding the corner and leaving Yat Sen to lie dripping with cum on the bed.

Yat Sen's thoughts slowly slipped back into normalcy. "You are a lucky woman," she said, regaining her ability to speak as she rose up and began to tug at her qipao, trying to adjust herself and find some decency again, but with her panties nowhere to be found, she was definitely walking back to her guest quarters with cum running down her thighs. How much of a problem that really was, she wasn’t sure; she'd surely find another black man along the way she could drag in with her. "We can talk later."

"The Royal Navy like our plan, so we'll be entering planning stages next," Enterprise promised, giving the foreign leader a hug.

"I look forward to it. And to being of service to your husband again." She shot him a smile on her way out of the room, leaving only the married couple again. Enterprise walked into the room, holding her tablet firm in hand and smiling her way through letting him finish up with getting water.

"I'm glad the meeting went well," he said, drinking down a glass full of water from the pitcher in their fridge, then pouring himself another to drink down. "They agreed to it?'

"Yes. They will lure Iron Blood in at the same time we launch the raid on the Sakura Empire. Fortunately for you, they have a direct in with them, so your 'preference' isn't in any danger."

"What's that supposed to mean" he asked, turning his head in surprise toward his wife and almost choking on his water.

"Come on, now. I've seen you fuck a lot of women. And I can tell that when you fuck Dragon Empery girls, it's different. Same with when you fucked Atago to get her to betray the Sakura Empire. I'm starting to think you really like eastern girls, and you aren't very good at hiding it." She licked her lips and poked fun at him amid the coy tease. "It's not like I can blame you for it, come on. I haven't just gone black only, but I've dragged down every woman I work with to do the same. So I'm fine with it if you think they're cute, and I'm happy to set you loose on a barracks full of them to have your fun. You'll be leading the men into 'battle'."

The twitch of his cock told Enterprise everything she needed to hear. "And how about Iron Blood?" he asked, voice too tight to help keep himself from feeling the heat.

Enterprise strode slowly up toward him while he got himself another glass. It wasn't a surprise he needed that much water; she'd left him and Yat Sen together in the morning, and clearly, he'd been busy. "They're going to stage a diplomatic meeting and set a trap. The Royal Navy base is just as blacked and just as full of black staff as ours is now, so they'll have plenty of people in line to set things up. All they have to do is make the magic happen. But I'm happy to trust them with the project; you and I have much more important things to talk to."

Before he could ask what she wanted to talk about, Enterprise was up behind him, hand around his cock and bringing her tablet around to shove into his face, where she had on screen a Sakura Empire ship named Azuma. It was his first time seeing Azuma, but the soft smile and the ample breasts on her made his cock throb in her grasp immediately. "Is she an important ship?" he asked.

"She’s a large cruiser with a specialty in night battles, but she's not high up in their leadership. I'm more interested to see if you like her, because you can get first pick on the target you think should be your new Eastern whore." She nibbled against his ear while she swiped on through another one. "Or maybe she'll be more to your fancy."

The next one was an even more stunning foreign beauty, with red eyes gleaming behind her black bangs and an elegant red dress that showed off far too much of her deep, generous cleavage. The name at the bottom read 'Taihou Class Aircraft Carrier: Taihou', and he groaned in approval, his cock begging for more. "You're taking this a lot more seriously than I am, I think," he groaned. "She's really pretty, though."

"I bet she is. But maybe it'll be..." Another swipe dragged over and she revealed one of the highest ranking women in the Sakura Empire: Shinano. With white tails flowing out around her and strong fox ears, the kitsune-styled woman was as gorgeous and elegant a beauty as the Sakura Empire offered, with her own generous chest all but spilling out of her dress, and the pleasure became almost too much to give himself up to now, trembling excitement starting up through him with a wild satisfaction and an ache that made his cock pulse harder than ever. "Oh, I see. Yes. Shinano."

"You're playing a game with me," he groaned.

"And I'm winning," she purred. "Very well, then. We'll need to find a way to get you into a room with Sakura Empire leadership so that you can make Shinano submit to your power. And maybe then you can have some fun with the other women in the barracks. But in the meantime..." She turned off her tablet and turned him around by his cock, shoving a kiss against his lips and then dragging him by the dick toward the bed. "I think with all this talk of eastern women, I need to remind you that you're still oathed to me."

Talking casually about sex and black dick was all so normal in the Eagle Union base that Enterprise didn’t even think twice about a need to get her man’s dick inside of her as soon as possible. But seeing him ploughing Yat Sen definitely had, and amid all of her teasing over him fucking more women from abroad, she wanted to make sure she still had him fucking her harder than all of the others. And fortunately for her and for their loving marriage, he always had a little extra he saved for when he was with the love of his life.

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B-Day was drawing closer, and in anticipation of their attack on the Sakura Empire's barracks in the coming days, it was time to begin moving. To prepare the situation better, a contingent of Eagle Union ships and tech crew had taken up a temporary residence in Dragon Empery waters and infested their nearest base, arriving under cover of a cargo shipment to avoid any Sakura Empire detection in their ocean crossing. There were now dozens of Eagle Union kansen on task, and dozens of black tech staff to go with them, all headed up by Enterprise and the Eagle Union commander.

Enterprise knew that her commander, Jamal, had a case of yellow fever to out of control to let not be let loose on the base, but he wasn't the only one. The presence of eager ship women all around the base had the black support staff ravenous for the chance to be aggressive and shameless. It happened across every inch of the place and even right in plain sight, as the girls were passed around like cocksleeves by their foreign guests. For many of them, it was their first taste of black dick, a chance to learn the utter excitement and chaos of depraved joys, the hunger and the frenzy of pure surrender, of a desire dizzier and messier with each passing second.

There was Chao Ho being mating pressed right on the floor by a man in the hall way, with all human traffic simply moving around the girl screaming while she got her tight hole reamed. Sisters Ping Hai and Ning Hai weren't too far away, eating black ass and sucking black cock to treat one black man with questionable ideas about the age of his partners to a dream come true. Hai Tien and Hai Chi were similarly getting fucked side by side over a table, moaning out with the glee of women whose lives were changed. Drenched in cum, Ying Swei was getting blowbanged further down the hall and this time the mess of foreigners who were fucking her really did cause a clutter-up of traffic that it was almost impossible to overcome.

But Enterprise continued to lead Jamal along. "Sorry, we have business to attend to," she said, all but dragging him toward the room. "We have things we need to do." She was insistent about this all, refusing to leave him with any time to even look at these women. Jamal assumed it was jealousy manifesting as work ethic.

"Not afraid I'll lose my day fucking these girls, are you?" he asked.

"I know you will, but no, it's not that," Enterprise insisted. She dragged her lover and commander on without any hesitation, keeping up the insistent march, and the more she resisted the worries that this was anything of the sort, the more that this all intrigued Jamal more.

He didn't know he needed to do anything to prepare for the raid at this point; the plans were supposed to be largely in place now, with simple issues of logistics and guarantees of supplies that were being worked out by their Dragon Empery guests. The Dragon Empery wanted to remove the conflict from its waters, and the fact they had all become blacked sluts desperate to make these Eagle Union men happy and indulge in their need for more rice-fed ass was just a coincidence.

When finally the door opened, everything made sense from a very different angle, with Jamal almost falling over as he beheld the sight before him. Five women in qipaos, all waiting by his and Enterprise's bed--which was messy and covered in cum stains already from their morning wake-up fucks. But there were five women now in it, five gorgeous Dragon Empery beauties dressed in traditional garb and approaching Jamal with smiles and lust in their eyes.

"Mastah," they all said, voices overlapping excitedly, and thanks to the outfits, it took Jamal a moment to assess who they even were. Yat Sen, Chen Hai, Harbin, Hwah Jah, and Ting An all stood in front of him, their gorgeous dresses revealing ample thighs while hugging massive chests and round hips. Five curvaceous black cocksluts who had come to greet the foreign commander, and now swarmed him, all gasping, “Mastah," over and over as they advanced. Jamal thought he was going to pass out from the sheer speed of blood rushing to his cock.

"Wercome home,” moaned Harbin, her accent not usually so thick.

But when Hwah Jah said, "Prease rerax," it made sense to him. They were putting on airs and emphasizing their accents. It only made him harder.

"We are roving sraves for you," Ting An promised.

Chen Hai said, "I want big brack cock, make me rove brack forever."

"Do you rike how we rook, sir?" Yat Sen asked to end it off, knowing fully well what Jamal liked.

They could all see it clearly, staring down with hungry gazes at the tightness in his pants, the outrageous hunger that would come to consume him. As the five qipao-clad women made their move on him, Jamal was halfway certain they were about to peel them off, but instead, Harbin and Ting An reached out for his hands and gently encouraged them out, the five women crowding in around his ten fingers and all overlapping their moans of, "Mastah," even louder now while bringing his dark digits up to their lips.

The suck of mouths around his fingers brought on wild pressures and embarrassments, the burn of wild pleasure that made Jamal lose his focus harder, the heat growing across him. Tongues slithered around and lips tightened down to suck and smack against him. The mouths were ready for him, the continued insistence of these pressures and passions making him feel like he was going to pass out from arousal. "My pants are too tight," he groaned, marvelling at this sight and knowing that he was weak. Jamal's yellow fever wasn't very subtle. His love of Dragon Empery women was something Enterprise teased him about too much, the exotic flair of women he was so easily, readily distracted by.

Their hands began to peel at his clothes, undressing the commander and indulging in the hunger that they needed to embrace, moaning out while they continued to caress him and haul him over to the bed. licks across his hand, kisses up his arm, and lovely hands all over his body made him feel unbearably horny. All Jamal could do was turn his head back to Enterprise in awe.

"It looks like you're going to have some fun, dear," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Enjoy fucking your harem, I hope you can vent out all of your yellow fever on them. I have to see how the Royal Navy are doing with their preparations for Iron Blood." Enterprise had done her part, and was happy now to leave Jamal alone with the fun she'd organized him, she and Yat Sen having created a plan to pre-game Jamal for the raid with something that they knew he wouldn’t be able to resist, appealing to his most base instincts and to desires that were sure to be his undoing. The girls bade farewell to Enterprise, calling her their 'white-u mistress' as she left, making clear the lines here.

As he sank onto the bed and let them ease him into place, the commander welcomed it. The bed hadn't felt this soft or welcoming when he woke up in it, but suddenly, this was the most luxurious place in all of the land, as his pants came away and his cock sprang upward, making the girls all gasp and prod and coo in joy as they marveled at the huge black cock they were met with.

"He so big!"

"So much bigger than Dragon Empery man."

"I hope arr Empery breed brack."

"Burack is superior!"

"Ret me worship."

All the fingers moved toward his cock and the mouths that had been on his fingers began to drift in closer, too. Jamal watched as all five busty ships made their way toward his dick. He'd been holding back from availing himself of every pussy he ran into here, and he had been patient about trying to keep focused. Clearly, he'd found his reward now for that patience, and he was open up to the idea of marveling at pure excitement, at the desire that kept him suddenly craving more of these insane pleasures. This was paradise. Not only five Asian whores who were all hungry for his dick, but five with outrageously stacked bodies, with plush tits and need in their eyes, a craving for black dick that made him certain he was going to get what he wanted. Blacked fleet girls were always better fucks than girls who got their first taste of it.

The exploration of his cock was something that Jamal was going to have to lose himself to, giving in to the wicked pleasure of pure satisfaction, the burn of a need and a fire that began to take him by storm. He couldn’t resist this as they all crowded in.

"There is enough burack cawk here for us to share," Yat Sen said, taking charge. "Be good srave for mastah, and share him."

That was the cue for all the girls to throw themselves forward and begin the ravenous oral worship all over Jamal's cock that was absolute bliss, a joy and a passion that knew no bounds. Mouths all over his dick, licking up and down his massive shaft, sucking on his balls, even just kissing his dark thighs and praising his body fully. There was no restraint to all of this, the warming lust of giving in to these wild pleasures, to the senseless spectacle and passion of pure satisfaction. They needed to give themselves in to this all, needed to fully praise Jamal and give his cock what it was due, which proved a show of passion and power and fire. There was no good way to deal with the overbearing eruption of aggression and adoration this offered, but the pleasure spoke for itself, sweeping across him and leaving him desperate for this.

When the mouths finally settled in to a chance to play with him properly, Chen Hai was the one who got her turn first. Her hands grasped his body firmly, and she pushed confidently down to begin sucking on his meaty cock. She didn't even say a word, just deepthroating his dick and showing Jamal the ecstasies and the lusts that she knew he deserved. Her head was ready, and the insistence of the up and down she offered him made for a pleasure as sharp and as intense as she could muster, moaning out in hunger and lust through the ecstasy behind it. Everything about the way she moved to satisfy him came on without patience or calm, all in the name of letting herself surrender.

While the stacked woman worked on easing him into her throat, the others moved up further. They moaned for him while toying with him every which way. Ting An got her fat milkers into his face and let him suck on her tits. Yat Sen was down lower to suck on his balls, slobbering all over them with undignified ecstasy. Harbin and Hwah Jah were all over his chest, with a focus on licking his muscular chest and kissing his nipples while toying with him in wait for their turns.

But Jamal's focus was hard to keep off of Chen Hai, who was absolutely ravenous in her adoration of black cock. She had so much black dick down her throat, gagging on him while working her head up and down in a fit of madness and spectacle, delirious and hungry but knowing she could give up to all of it, pursuing all this pleasure without sense. It was a lot to give in to, but the pleasure of chasing it felt better and hotter by the second, keeping her up on the pace of indulging in him, losing herself to the love she showed his cock, a sweetness and a hunger she was open t more and more of as she pursued these delights. Her head moved without a care, the burning bliss of worshiping black dick making her lose herself fully to her passions.

The striking gaze of her smouldering eyes made the sight of this busty whore on his cock all the better, and Jamal could not contain his lust for Asian women. He was lost to it, groaning and twisting about, starting to thrust up into her mouth and feed her more of it. "Choke harder. I love hearing you girls struggle to take foreign dick." He couldn't fight these passions, couldn't pretend to be even a little bit capable of self-control. The passion was just too much! He needed to lose himself, and he stopped caring about how far he was sliding into spectacle and chaos now. Everything asked of him became a rush of desire, of greed carrying him for more.

Chen Hai moaned in approval, the struggle and the sputtering heat of giving in deeper, lost to pleasures she was opening up to stronger and hotter, a too-weird mess of feelings that couldn't be ignored. The pleasure was too much, an overbearing pulse of fire and spectacle too senseless to ignore. Her throat was ready for every inch of black meat she was could take, the need and the heat of desire that she was senselessly, sloppily lost to now. The pleasure was simply a grand burst of excess and heat, the fiery justice of pure relief, letting her serve Jamal and surrender to all of the deepest and hottest of passions, the kinds of mad pleasure that she felt absolutely unable to deal with now.

Jamal felt utterly worshiped by these slutty girls who all fawned over him, all prodding and tugging at his body, inviting pure insanity into the moment. With more sucking on his nipples and his balls, and with fat tits in his face, it all felt like a king's treatment, like the burst into hunger and fire that Jamal needed most. There was no reason to resist these indulgences, and he savoured everything about the passion and the fire of these joys, the pleasure he continued to pursue and indulge in.

No matter how hard this got, Chen Hai didn't hold back. She didn't need to breathe, she needed black cock. Every motion of her head working back and forth offered up hotter excitement, the merciless fever and spectacle of ecstasy she continued to appreciate. There was a pleasure to this mess that she felt ready for more of, and she continued to crave only these chances to serve. Desperate, gagging, sputtering joy left her getting messy, slathering his lap in spit, leaving a mess everywhere in the fit of desire and passion she continued to lose herself to fully. It was insanity, but she was open to the idea of desperate heat that kept her hungry for more. It was pleasure in its wildest form, a frontier of chaos she needed to explore, moaning louder and hotter, sloppier fever carrying her to lose herself completely.

All the pleasure burned hotter, a churning mess of delight and desire keeping Jamal giving up harder, approval and heat growing through him, the wild escalation of wanton heat, wicked jots that made him feel like he was absolutely losing control. How could he resist this? This sloppy whore was giving his cock everything, but he had more girls to fuck, and he wanted to keep this appreciation up. His cocky ached for the passions and pressures, the desire that kept him wanting more, kept him burning up hotter and wilder. He felt hungry, felt ready, and as he let the pleasure burn across him, the searing bliss brought on a wild mess of desire and heat too needy to take.

Jamal didn't warn Chen Hai when he came. it was more fun that way. His cock simply began to gush with erupting, gooey joy all over her, right into her throat and flooding her mouth. The pleasure was a persistent chaos that had her falling into fire. She chugged down every drop, guzzling his seed and showing off her ravenous desires, the chaos that made her thoughts fall fully to pieces, but she felt good about it, felt ready to give him that. The pleasure made her ache with utter fascination, and the pleasure felt like an inescapable joy she couldn't resist.

As much as he wanted to appreciate it, Jamal barely even found much breathing room before Ting An pulled down his body, grabbing him and pulling him toward the edge of the bed. "I want to serve burack man on knees rike good rife," she said, smiling brought a she dragged him along. Hew went, finding himself compelled forward in a show of pure excitement, the pleasure hitting him head-on when he saw the huge tits come loose and wrap around his massive cock. "So big! So big! I wirr rove burack cawk with my big tits!"

The up and down began in earnest, with Jamal just melting under the pleasure behind all of it, the warmth that guided him to want to lose himself completely to the passion, the steep slide into burning need and lust that didn't feel reasonable. It was just an amazing mess of fire. "Those are the fattest tits I've ever seen on a Dragon Empery girl,” Jamal confessed. "I like them."

Ting An smiled up at Jamal while working her plush tits up and down on his cock. She was proud of her chest, not only the fattest tits of any woman in the Dragon Empery, but one of the most ample in all of Azur Lane. A glorious pair of swollen milkers that were happy to praise every inch of foreign cock like a good sexdoll should. "I rose using my big bureasts!" she gasped. "Feed onry burack troops. No Asian troops. Never. I want make them ractate and feed mirk to you. Wirr you breed me?" Her eyes were wide, the halting cadence of her words and the hungry delight of these wild passions coming on hotter, the depths of indulgence and fever that kept coming.

Yat Sen was behind Jamal now, grasping his chest and kissing his neck, the praise to his chest continuing from Harbin and Hwah Jah, and in the midst of it all was Chen Hai slumped down low to lick his balls while giving ample room for Ting An's massive rack to work. The praise from his lovely lovers all added up to so much to enjoy, the pleasure he was all too happy to appreciate, welcoming these pleasures and letting them praise him like he was a god. It was a lot to consider, but never had he felt better or hotter, never had the sweet burn of these fanatical pleasures cut to the core of deeper bliss than this.

"I'll knock you all up," he promised. "I'll pump every womb here full of cum. Fuck every girl whether she wants it or not, and breed some babies into all of you." He was proud of his proclamation.

“I wirr accept your cum in my womb and have burack babies. Mirky, mirky tits for arr burack men to drink!" She was persistent in the pleasure she offered the commander, giving Jamal all she could offer, the pleasures guiding her into deeper chaos and a fanatical rush of fire and passion. She knew no end to the fascination and the chaos of this spectacular lust, her body working faster and indulging in the overtime of taking this on, needing to satisfy Jamal's needs fully. The pleasure was getting to the core of her every twisted desire, the most vulgar of hungers and spectacles carrying her deeper, making her need to lose herself.

The moans from all the other women at the prospect of being black bred made clear how deep the need for black dick now ran in the Dragon Empery barracks. It brought Jamal plenty more pride, even if it was so many men's work. It was all thanks to him fucking Enterprise into creamy oblivion one night that this was all happening, and now his cock was about to be used to broker peace with the Sakura Empire. The cock now being adored by Ting An, whose massive tits were what it took to even begin eclipsing such a massive slab of throbbing cock meat. There was absolutely no sense behind these indulgences, a wanton chaos making clear the stakes and the desperate insanity behind all of this. There was no restraint here, but there didn't need to be.

"I wirr be good srave for you, mastah," Ting An moaned. "Huge titties made for burack cocks. If you take me as your srut, I wirr promise arr mirk to you. Our men do not deserve mirk. White-u boys do not deserve mirk. Orny burack kings!"

"Damn right," Jamal groaned. "These tits are ours now. You've got to feed all black men with them. Not just your own kids."

"My chirdren wirr arr be burack!” gasped Ting An, who seemed to only now be realizing the consequences of being a race traitor breeding whore. And she loved it! Faster she worked atop his cock, eager and needy, burning with the mad insistence and chaos of letting herself go. She needed to lose everything now, the pleasure that made her fall to pieces in the name of pure joy, the insanity and surrender of throwing everything into pure euphoria. The deep end was a welcoming place, a warming rush of pleasure and fire she was able to commit to utterly now. The pleasure was too much, and she didn't care about restraint. Not when she was getting such heights of joy upon her. The need carried her to want only more, needing the passions and possibilities that tore across her.

Jamal couldn't resist the joy of blasting rope all over these massive milkers. He let his cum go, erupting with unruly joy all over the huge tits that worked along his cock, loving the pleasure and chaos of giving in to this all. He cursed and jerked about, heaving while he blasted Ting An's chest with cum, and the moans from all the women made clear how they saw him now. A gloriously endowed god. Their god. They would revere him fully with all they had. That was now all they were capable of. Any of them.

And Jamal was ready to accept that, playing into the chaos as Ting An drew back, with Hwah Jah and Chen Hai both diving into being licking the cum off of her tits. It left room for Harbin to climb up into his lap, the wild-haired kansen smiling bright as her ample thighs straddled his lap. "My turn now," she said. "Purease sit back and enjoy my pussy now. No more sucky for mastah. We offer onry pussy now for burred burack!" Harbin was happy to debase herself with this over the top accent, with the thick insistence of something that made her feel absolutely lost to pure joy as she slammed down onto every inch of meaty black dick with all she had, getting to work at bouncing like a desperate whore on top of Jamal's cock.

But fuck, did it feel good!

Jamal groaned out in wild satisfaction as the pleasure hit him, a burst of chaos and heat throbbing wildly across his body, making him need to lose all control to satisfaction in its purest form. The pleasure was unruly and unbelievable, a rush of pleasure that hit him head-on. "I love your pussy," he teased, grabbing her round ass and kneading it while he encouraged on these wild fits of pure chaos. The indulgence and pleasure of this mess made for wild heat, the indulgence that made him want more and more of this all, pleasures that kept pushing his thoughts around.

But he didn't do much thrusting, letting Harbin flaunt all the pleasure with every motion of her hips. She did so much work in bouncing on his meaty pole, leaving Jamal to just relax back and enjoy the treatment. He groped at her big ass while her big tits bounced in his face, and it was a special sort of paradise, her legs wrapping around his back and her arms finding his strong shoulders as she went at it. Harbin was so insistent in the mad up and down in his face, the pleasure and the chaos of going for broke, leaving nothing but senseless bliss to the moment, and all he needed to do was roll with the pleasure now. It came on so quick, so hot, so fierce, and he was ready for it.

"I can get used to a treatment like this," he groaned, welcoming all of these pleasures as exactly what he needed.

"Prease get used to loving Asian sraves serving brack masta!" gasped Harbin. "We are here for you, and want to serve you awrays. We wirr rove foreign burack cock, betta than white mistress. Do you rike my pussy more?" she asked. She was playing with fire and she knew it.

"I love it so fucking much," he groaned, playing a little bit avoidant with things and trying not to lose himself so completely, but fuck, the pleasure was so tremendous that he found it impossible to care. All these wild delights kept him hungrily seeking out the pleasure that just kept coming, kept escalating without a shred of normalcy. It was pleasure that drove him mad, and he was a powerless mess giving up to it. There was no resisting the allure and maddening, fitful joy of just throwing himself into the deep end. It was so much, offering him the pleasure he couldn't deny, all while trying his absolute best not to let his yellow fever slip too much and betray the love of his life.

But fuck, did he love Asian pussy.

"I am grad! Very happy! Rove make you happy!" Harbin gasped, bouncing wilder up and down on top of his lap, throwing herself into pleasure with absolute desperation, the fire and the decadence of completely submitting to the moment. The pleasure was unreal, all overly fixated on the desire inside of him that kept pushing him to fall apart. The pleasure was unbelievable, the reckless pulse of burning heat that kept coming. It was pleasure in its messier form, the wild frontier of a chaos and a passion that had Harbin losing her mind. "I wirr make you very happy. You wirr rove me rong time!" She squealed out in mad joy, the pulsating ecstasy keeping her wanting more, full of need and desperation, fiery desire carrying her to keep pushing for more, to keep indulging in the idea of giving up completely. It wasn't sensible, wasn't something she knew how to deal with, but she didn't care.

Harbin's pussy squeezed around his cock so hard, and Jamal just needed more of this, craving the utter insanity of the moment. He didn’t care what he was about to do. If he knocked one of these women up? So be it. His goal was to conquer all the pussy he could while abroad and to leave whatever chaos in his wake. All that mattered was the indulgence of throwing himself into the deep end and seeking out the reward of utter ecstasy, with his hips in powerful slams upward, driven by satisfaction and greed alike.

Harbin's moans were getting louder and sloppier, burning with an outrageous heat in the face of spectacle and chaos, the growing lust carrying her to fall fully to pieces. She couldn't get enough of it. "Mastah!" she screamed as she came, and her cunt begged down around him, demanding every drop of his cum. She was a blacked whore through and through now, howling, "Prease breed!" while throwing herself into the deep end. It was an unreal mess of fire and fascination, the chaos she needed more of, all in the name of giving up completely, all for the sake of desperate surrender.

How could Jamal not fill updesperate slut with every drop of cum? He slammed upward proudly one singular gesture of movement at his peak as he pulled her down hard, burying his face into her tits and erupting into her needy womb. He wanted to give her a baby, wanted to hold on firm and lose himself to this, and he was determined to see the moment through and to give Harbin something special if she wanted it so fucking badly.

Harbin pulled off of Jamal's cock, dizzily and hopeless in her stumbling back, moaning out in wild joy as she stared at him and his still rigid, inexhaustible cock. "Amazing," she gasped. "You are rear god. Brack is rear gods. Praise burack men.'

But Hwah Jah was quick to jump in and take charge, too. "My turn, sir," she said, leaning in to kiss John and tempt him along onto the bed. She was ready for this, moving with swaying delight and elegance as her big butt stuck up high into the air, qipao pulled up over her round hips to expose ad ripping, desperate cunt. "I want burack cock in my pussy. Is what women are for. I know it."

"You know it," Jamal said, and happily pushed forward in a bold fit of aggression to fuck her doggy style, driven by the satisfaction and the greed of letting it all go. Hwah Jah was a nice target to hit next, his hands finding her waist and hammering madly forward, driving every inch of fat black cock into her hole and using her harder. The pleasure was unrelenting, with another snug hole for him to enjoy, and enjoy it he would. Every slam forward offered him a chance to go all out, the pleasure driven by utter chaos, by the fire and the frenzy of pure delight. This was unbelievable, a rush of pleasure and chaos that didn't feel sensible now, but which he was ready to go all out on. It was a lot, but the pleasure was there for him to enjoy. For him to lose himself to.

The inescapable rush of chaos and fire kept Jamal ready, and Hwah Jah was there to moan through all of it. "So good to have huge burack cawk ruining my perfect hores!" she yelled. "I rove brack so much! Prease make Dragon Empery brack nation!" Her head rolled back, her hips jamming back, wildly pressing her big ass against his lap with the single-minded desperation of letting go. Her curves were a potent weapon she used well, and every push back to meet these attentions granted her a chance to lose all control, to throw herself into deeper chaos and into spectacle beyond anything she could handle. There was no restraint here. No control. The burn of wild satisfaction kept her needing more, and she was happy to seek it out.

Just as happy were the four women all crowding in behind Jamal, guided by Yat Sen in to the chaos and indulgence of pure insanity. Yat Sen spread out his cheeks, and all the girls took turns spitting on his ass hole and then licking up between his cheeks. Jamal loved getting his ass eaten. Of course he did. Was there a man who didn’t? Yat Sen knew it, and she guided the girls to each take turns, little bursts of eating his hole, sometimes two girls at a time slithering in a messy tongue kiss against his ass just for the sake of delving into hotter praise and appreciation. They needed to give Jamal everything, and they didn't hold back.

It was the perfect encouragement to ream Hwah Jah doggystyle and keep her losing her mind. Powerful thrusts forward drove into her cunt, using her without restraint. Jamal wanted to be forceful, merciless, wanted to fuck this hole as hard as he could and keep up with the utter madness of his desires. Every slam of black cock into her made Hwah Jah so eager and hopeless, the rise of hunger and fire making her lose all focus, the senseless crush of ecstasy keeping her wanting more, twisting through the chaos and the passion of giving in deeper. It was unbelievable, the mess of hopeless lust and desire that she needed more and more. There was no escaping the depths of this mad, frantic ecstasy. It felt better and messier, the wild heat that carried her to need more, keeping up the pace of mad passion and frenzy without any calm or restraint.

But this was the sort of treatment that could make a man absolutely power trip out of his mind. Jamal had four girls licking his ass while he pounded a fifth. A dream come true in the throbbing midst of senseless chaos and fever, the forceful indulgence he wanted more and more of now. It was unbelievable and unrelenting, the bliss of needing this as deep as he could get it, throwing all sense away in the name of so completely losing his mind. He kept up the pace of pure chaos, loving every second of what he could find here, the beautiful chaos and frenzy of giving up ever hotter, ever deeper. The wild mess he was throwing everything into felt wilder and hotter by the second, but Jamal was ready for it.

Hwah Jah was the first of the four to properly get fucked. The girls knew the black commander had to be something special, but only Yat Sen had ever seen him in action up until that moment, when all sense came crashing down on her. Her orgasm was an overbearing mess of ferocious passion, the greed and the desire of letting herself give up completely, her eyes rolling back and all reason leaving her mind as he pumped her full of cum. Hwah Jah didn't even really manage to fumble her way through pretending to speak worse English than she did in favour of simply yelling and babbling out in pure insanity. Her hips stuttered and heaved about, and the thrashing chaos of letting herself fall so hotly into the deep end brought with it utter madness, the gibbering chaos and lust of giving up so utterly. Yat Sen was exactly where she needed to be, and devoid of any semblance of lingering restraint.

Maybe Jamal pulled away too fast. He probably did. But nobody could blame him, surely, as he turned his attention toward his favorite of the girls of the Dragon Empery. Yat Sen was the very portrait of lustful Eastern femininity, gifted with a perfect body to go with her perfect face and her perfect personality. If he wasn't in love with Enterprise, he would have taken Yat Sen. If he could have Yat Sen as a second wife, he would have. That Enterprise was okay with him going balls deep into such a blatant threat to her status as the love of his life was part of what made Enterprise in turn so perfect, because he was certain almost no other woman would have.

And Yat Sen was here to make it count. She lay on the bed, slowly peeling away her qipao and moaning, "Master." She slurred her words and twisted around on the bed. "Master, I have good news! White mistress said I am arrowed to breed with her husband. I asked if I can have you brack babies in my pussy and she said yes, so I need you to come give me that. I need Eagar Union man to come breed eastern whore. I ask if I can be trophy srave for real brack god, and she says I can, so make me you bitch."

She peeled everything away, and Jamal was really tensing up, getting on top of her, getting into position between her legs, his cock throbbing. Yat Sen put on such a humiliating accent to debase herself, but it drove him into over the top fever. Racist objectification of another race? Probably. But he didn't care. "Sounds like a good time to me," he groaned, inching forward, thinking he'd heard the fullest extent of it.

But Yat Sen had more. So much more. "I want more than just breed," she explained. "I want homerand raped by brack men. I want Dragon Empery turned burack by race traitor whores who give themserves to brack men. I want useress eastern men bred out, and for us arr to betray homerand for burack cawk."

This was all too much for Jamal. He threw himself forward, losing his fucking mind as he slammed into Yat Sen, mating pressing her with a fire that he hadn't shown his favorite Dragon Empery slut before. The kind of intense, wild pounding he showed the woman he loved only. Enterprise always got him at his wildest, no matter how ravenously attracted he was to Asian women. It was just different with Enterprise. But it was different now with Yat Sen, too, after she had talked him into such a mad, savage frenzy. His slams into her snug cunt were as merciless as he could muster, throwing everything he had into making her feel the depths of pure madness, of a chaos he wanted more of.

The pleasure was unreal, a pounding, senseless mess of merciless fever and chaos that Jamal threw himself without a care into. His body was heavy on top of Yat Sen, but he threw in a flurry of forceful kisses and attentions, doting on her without sense. The other four got at his ass with even more attention now that he was lying on top of her, rimming him while he drilled the head of their fleet with all he had. He was lost to this mess, letting the pleasure out, letting himself fall into this mess.

"I fucking love you, you fucktoy. My slut. My cocksleeve. You're my whore. You're a racetraitor slut who is going to give my babies, because you're fucking my racetraitor slut!" He let the words fly hard and harsh, the hot sweep of chaos burning across him.

"Yes, yes! My burack god, I am that! I am your hungry yerrow whore. Your dirty srave. I want your babies. I want to be your breeding whore!” The pleasure continued to rip across her as she grabbed his head, pulling his ear to her lips as she moaned an addendum. She dropped the over the top, halting cadence and overbearing accent, speaking plainly into his ear with a sultry, irresistible passion that felt completely lost to this all. "And I want you to breed my race out."

Those words only made his thrusts even more intense. Jamal was out of control, plundering Yat Sen without a care, driven by a merciless need to breed her into submission. All he understood was passion, the fire and the craving getting the better of him, driving Jamal into a deeper fit. He had to dominate every inch of her, inside and out, powerless to resist the pleasure taking him to the limit. He was lost to this all, grunting, heaving, groaning out in pure bliss. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" He kept slamming into her. "I made you crave black cock and I'm the one who gets to own you at the end of the day. Remember this, because I'm going to knock you up again and again. I'm going to keep you as my fuckdoll to tag in when my white wife is done getting fucked for the night."

"Yes, sir, I wirr be good cocksreeve for you!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back as she left kisses all over his face. "White mistress can be your wife, I want onry be your fucktoy." It was an arrangement she liked the idea of, one spiraling through her too hotly to deal with in the face of throbbing surrender. It was insanity, the chaos she felt powerless to resist now. Every passing second made her feel hotter, made her hungrier, and she couldn't deal with how far it was all going. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and the burn of being mating pressed left her prouder, left her happier, inching closer by the second to utter ecstasy that felt inescapable. Yat Sen was deep into this now, and she couldn't escape it.

Jamal didn't want her to. Senselessly, he slammed away at her snug cunt, losing himself to the pleasure and finding it impossible to resist these joys. He wanted to give in to this all, throwing himself into the deep end, letting the lust carrying him to lose his mind to this all. Power slams drove his cock into the desperate black cock addict through all her squealing and ecstasy, the chaotic panic of giving in hotter. The indulgence behind all of this was becoming a too-much mess of foggy excess and chaos now, too much satisfaction for her to be able to take.

How was any man supposed to resist that? With hopeless, gasping joy, Jamal slammed down into her hole, cumming deep inside of her and letting the mad satisfaction tear across his body. It was like nothing he knew how to deal with, the thrash of need and pure chaos driving him over the line. He pumped her womb full of his cum, groaning, "Here's a ‘burack baby’ for you!" as he held her down, thrashing about in a fit of mad desperation. Yat Sen screamed for him, the pleasure all too bold to deal with, but he didn't leave any time for that. Yat Sen's orgasm wasn't even done when he flipped her over and began to fuck her doggystyle. "One of you get under her and I’ll fuck you too!" he yelled, plundering madly forward, ready to move on like a fucking machine and prove himself unable to slow down. Nothing was keeping him now from the depths of mad passion awaiting him.

He was going to make the fucking most of this, but already, his thoughts were off in space over the joys of the day ahead of him. Race traitor Dragon Empery pussy felt amazing, but soon, he'd be enjoying race traitor Sakura Empire pussy, and he couldn't wait to feel how amazing it was, too.

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Legs up in the air, cunt full of her commander's cock, a Dragon Empery girl face-deep in his ass to slurp on his prostate so he fucked her extra hard... On the very cusp of invading the Sakura Empire, Enterprise had it made. Jamal ruthlessly claimed his woman's cunt, every inch of his huge, black dick filling her to the brim, keeping her in a state of mad satisfaction. "Get all the white pussy you want now, Jamal, because I don't want you to get too confused when all those Sakura Empire sluts tomorrow get broken on your dick. You are mine."

"Always," Jamal groaned, but knowing that he did have to concede his love for foreign women and its consequences in his admission of love for Enterprise. His beautiful Eagle Union wife, peerless among all of the white women of her fleet, and reminding him of that so he didn't let any of those whores take her away from him with their sweet, submissive style and their deference to men. "I love you, Enterprise."

"More than Yat Sen?" asked Enterprise. "Say it, Jamal. Say it while that whore slobbers all over your ass hole. Tell me you like me more than the enemy."

The words drove Yat Sen wild in turn on her slobbering, reckless appreciation of Jamal's ass hole. She knew it was wrong to be this excited to play the role of support rimjob toy for this couple, but the allure of black ass kept her slobbering all over him for hope he'd spread her legs open and rut some bastards into her. Enterprise had put Yat Sen deep into her place, and no amount of respect among her people could change that.

"I love you more than this foreign ass eater," Jamal admitted. "I love my beautiful white queen more than anyone else." He groaned his way through pounding harder into Enterprise, giving her what she wanted and finding himself more and more frustrated by the depth of heat building inside of him. He had to keep fucking, pounding away with unruly aggression into his wife while Yat Sen's tongue brought him incredible satisfaction. He had to undersell her a lot, but the tongue was driving him wild. His lust for foreign women was in constant war with Enterprise now, just how Enterprise wanted it. "Fuck, how are Empery sluts so good at rimming, anyway? That tongue."

"Ancient Empery secret," Yat Sen said with her tongue sticking out of her mouth and the utterly unrepentant lust carrying her forward. She burned so hotly, loving being talked down to, loving the over the line words that her white mistress threw her way. She was a well trained plaything now, happy to accept this role completely. She was an earnest, sloppy wreck throwing herself with utter commitment into the obsessive lusts, guided to lose control and to let these feelings become her undoing.

"Don't talk when your face is in my husband's ass," Enterprise groaned, pulling tighter down on Jamal. "Eyes on mine," she told him, pulling him into a kiss while her cunt squeezed madly down around his cock. Enterprise was committed only to giving up, ecstasy ripping across her as she succumbed. Enterprise was on the cusp of having to do a lot worse to a lot more girls, and enforcing the line made her feel good, made her all the more certain that the next step and the proper path forward lay in making this situation hers in full. Jamal was unstoppable and ruthless, and he was her man. Hers! As the sweep of orgasmic fever tore across her, she sought to prove that and to melt into sweet acceptance, into surrender she couldn’t fight off now.

Unable to resist this two-pronged burst of ecstasy, Jamal slammed down into his wife and came deep inside, groaning his way through playing her game, giving her her power trip over him. He couldn't fight it. He sort of loved how ravenously jealous she got over the women he liked to fuck, and he knew that her plan for the raid today was going to involve an incredible amount of burning, jealous momentum to carry her forward in all the matters awaiting her. This was about to be a very spectacular situation, and he felt himself deeply unable to resist the satisfaction of throwing himself into this mess. He had no other choice now, cumming deep into Enterprise and making her scream out in satisfaction while their kisses proved a sloppy burst of wild, unrestrained obsession. He gave in to all of it, taking his chance to remember how good fucking a big-assed white woman was.

Because tomorrow, he had a whole buffet to get to. The Sakura Empire traitors were ready. The Dragon Empery were ready. His own navy was ready. The Royal Navy and their party to entrap the Iron Blood ships were ready. Everything was ready, and all he had to do was take his fat, black cock, and use it to conquer a nation.
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The Sakura Empire base fell. It was as bloodless a fight as they could have asked for, thanks to the traitors disabling all of the security measures and all but opening the door themselves. The locks to access the bulk of the fleet's weaponry were all changed, ensuring there was no fight even if they wanted to try and push back against the offensive. It all happened so quickly, a pitiful flame-out from a navy that should have stood grander and stronger than this. It was all to demoralize and to ruin, pushing these limits harder in the name of further degrading them.

Eagle Union ships tied up the Sakura Empire ships and dragged them around, while the Eagle Union support staff of exclusively black male technicians made their move to get comfortable and prepare for the signal to have their fun with these whores-to-be. This was a complete disaster, and as the women were dragged into the base's grand war council room, they were met with Enterprise standing firm at attention, her man by her side, this brutal insanity leaving her ready to make the fight into something truly beautiful. Enterprise was here to have her fun, and as the collection of doomed kansen about to betray their nation were lined up in front of her, she felt the bubbling desire reach a height she couldn't contain her glee over. She waited until every last one of them was rounded up, with Eagle Union and Dragon Empery girls standing firm watch, and a sprinkling of black men throughout to stand as a promise of what was to come.

It was time to black this navy.

"Welcome, conquered sluts, to your re-education," Enterprise said, firm and confident. Scarily so. The women were already in a heightened state of panic here, and the confidence with which she faced them was unsettling. "I wish it didn't have to come to this as much as I look forward to seeing this fixed. You left Azur Lane. You abandoned us and abandoned your allies at the time we needed you the most! You should be thankful we are even willing to forgive that, but the Sirens are a greater danger than hurt feelings. We need to work together, need to stand united against them, and it's more important that we are united. That’s what matters, and we are not leaving here until you are joined with us again. We will leave as your allies again, and as your friends. That's all we really want here." That was a lie, of course. An allied Sakura Empire only would have received the same blacking the Dragon Empery did. She was here to turn these ship girls into ricebunnies, and nothing less. "I will fix this nation, and I will do it through my wonderful husband. The commander of the Eagle Union.

Jamal stepped forward, in full uniform for the occasion, and gave a firm look across the room. So many bound up captives. Plump tits compressed down by rope and struggling to try and burst out as far as the eye could see. Ripe, breedable bodies waiting for the chance to breed their nation black. They were going to gone black. Many of them by his hand, and he was already hungrily looking out upon the crowd trying to confirm the favorites he was going to call as his shots. There was some plan for how to make this presentation work, how to go for the most impact, but he wanted some of these women in his room and breaking on his dick longer after the other guys had been set loose.

"Jamal, take your cock out, let these Eastern whores see what an Eagle Union man can do for them."

On command, Jamal whipped out his cock, remaining confident and steady in being told what to do. Enterprise was supposed to take orders from him, but he was happy to play along for her mutiny dreams, finding fun in being able to toy with these feelings and make a deeper sort of satisfaction out of chasing the rawness and the hunger of what he was up to. His huge, black cock stood up at full attention, drooping down thanks to gravity, oozing with pre-cum in a sign of virility the likes of which none of these women could have imagined from their own men. It provoked stifled moans and wild gasps from the women, who never seen a cock so big before. They were still afraid, still disgusted, but even within that frame of mind, Jamal's cock pierced something within them to reach a very primal note.

Enterprise continued, "This is a black cock. A superior cock. A cock that will make you simpering little cocksluts bow. It will break you into obsessed ricebunnies who can't contain your need for black men to break you. We will be united by black cock, and you will learn what it is to serve black men. You will break and you will obey." Enterprise strode along. "Black men have conquered the Eagle Union. Black men have conquered the Dragon Empery. Black men have conquered the Royal Navy. As we speak, black men are conquering the Iron Blood. Your eastern holes will yield to the ecstasy of black cock, and you will learn to serve your black masters all the same. You are born to serve black men. Fucktoys for black cock. You don't know that you crave it, but your instincts will teach you that it's always been this way."

A bound Musashi, dressed in a sleek black kimono falling off her shoulders that her breasts seemed liable to burst out of at any moment, was dragged along the floor by Yat Sen herself, brought to her knees in front of Jamal while Enterprise closed the distance between her and them, placing her hand onto the back of Musashi's head and forcing her face forward. "Breathe in this cock, you useless cunt. Inhale his powerful scent and learn your inferiority. Show all of your allies the inherent weakness of Sakura Empire ships, so that they know what their turn will be like. You women were born to be blacked cocksluts. To crave it. To be bred by it. My husband will show you."

"I want to break you in so fucking badly," Jamal said, grinding his cock against her face while he watched her eyes go a bit cross. He tried his best to look at Enterprise when he said it. "She’s made for black men, but as a black man, I crave fucking these Sakura Empire sluts black. But most of all, I want to make them into dumb toys so I can fuck you again and hear the nasty things you tell me about them."

Enterprise let out a hazy laugh, cheeks going bright red under the pressure and deluge of desire that he offered her. It was hard to stay focused when he threw comments like that at her. She had to clear her throat and shake her way through focusing again, her legs quivering a little bit. "This is not about me tonight, commander. Now breed her."

Musashi was left in awe while the hard, warm cock rested on her face, so full of blood, so rigid. She couldn't think straight, unable to contain herself while he held up tight against her, the shiver of pleasure and utter desire invoking something baffling within her. She felt confused, a deeply worrisome throb of desire and urgency leaving her without much idea how to hold herself together. As the rubbing turned to slapping and his heavy cock struck against her face, she felt what should have been anger flare up inside of her, but she just couldn't bring herself to form it properly. She was drunk on these satisfactions, a dizzy and sloppy mess falling victim to a fascination with his cock that she wasn’t ready for.

"Have you ever seen a cock this big before?" Jamal asked her, pulling back to let her get a full view of it. Too full a view, given her eyes went cross trying to focus on it looming over her.

"No." She could have chosen not to answer. She could have said nothing. But the word just sort of spilled out of her. Musashi couldn't hold herself together, growing dizzy and fascinated while his cock cast a shadow across her face. It was only a whisper but a weak, captivated one. One that earned her his cock pressed up against her lips, forcing her to have a taste. His cock hung there, pressing in firm upon her, making her have to kiss it. Musashi's eyes shut this time, closing under the weight and worry of what hit her, the shame of something she was absolutely not built to process. She was ashamed here, but in the unwitting shame of trying to process this, her tongue crept forward. She didn't even mean for it too, but Musashi took a lick, took a long taste.

Then another.

Then another.

Whining in hazy realization only on the fourth lick, Musashi clued in to the lap of her tongue against his cock, praising it with a clumsy attention and a devoted heat she didn't like for how deeply it hit her. Embarrassment built inside of her, but she didn't stop. She took a sixth, seventh, eighth, twentieth lick along his cock. She couldn't help herself. It tasted so good, and the shameful moans that she made were a shaky show of realization and panic that she felt there was no proper escape from now. She was in deep, shaken by the threat behind all of this, but she wasn’t strong enough to resist the pull drawing her in. It was excessive. It was threatening. It was a sharper danger.

All the women watching fell silent. The rumble and the disdain of angry stares fell away; there was something confused coming. Some of them were even staring at Jamal's cock a bit too intensely for their own good, the creep of something scarily resembling arousal beginning to get at them. It was a threat much too threatening for them to contain, but none were in more danger than Musashi, who was there to taste it, to smell it.

Her head moved forward so eh could get at more of his cock. She remained deeply un-proud of everything she was doing, but the terrifying satisfactions kept her forward, melting into a fit of a desire and frustration she couldn’t do anything to stop. It felt utterly maddening, breaking her down and forcing her to contend with the fearsome possibility that there was no escaping this now.

"Do you want to taste more of it?" Jamal asked. He loomed over his new plaything with a wicked smile. He was in control. Utter control.

Musashi nodded, and ground her cheek against his cock in the process.

"Untie her," he commanded. One of the other Eagle Union girls rushed forward to undo her bindings. "Enterprise, do you want to give her her orders?"

"Hands on my husband's lap and the base of his cock, so you can suck his cock down and worship him like the dumb, blacked whore you are. You're already drooling from the taste of his cock. You're realizing that you don't want anything but a black cock. Accept it. Worship it."

This was terrifying for Musashi, because Enterprise was right. She grabbed his thigh and the base of his cock, her freed hands snapping into obedient place to grab at him so she could take him into her mouth properly now, freed to push forward as much as she wanted, to reorient herself and lean in. She didn't try to control herself, sucking his huge dick into her mouth, feeling him challenge her jaw a little bit in the process, but she was desperate to give in to this at any cost. She had to give in to it, sucking him down under the intense stress and shaky, hopeless lust. It all clicked. Before she understood what was happening, Musashi was sucking down inch after inch of cock, feeling him strain at the back of her throat, feeling her mouth thrilled with something so much more potent and fearsome than she'd ever felt or tasted before.

"Your mouths must be watering now," called Enterprise out to the other Sakura Empire ships. "Imagining that fat cock filling your own mouths. How badly do you want to suck on my man’s cock? Don't be afraid of it. You've always been made to do this, and now you're finally learning that truth."

Indeed, a lot of the kansen down on their knees did realize they were salivating hard, even drooling in a couple cases. All while they watched such a massive, dark cock get sucked down in a frenzy by Musashi, who was squarely losing her mind in the process of giving in to all of this pleasure. Sloppier, deeper, pushing with unstoppable vigor to succumb to things that seemed wholly outrageous. She was powerless to make any sense now of these feelings, a throbbing confusion fascinating her to a degree she had no ability to pull back from.

Nobody took it all harder than Musashi, who continued to suck him deeper, whose head moved quicker along his cock in a fit of fascination. She couldn’t' stop sucking, lost to the delirium and the frustration of dizzier, hotter passions, a deeper lust she couldn't fight off. This was so grand, so messy, and she struggled to make a lot of sense out of these feelings, a persistence raw and senseless. Once she mustered up the confidence to throat him, she choked up a storm, gagging in ruthless, relentless storms of frustration, realizing just how deep she was falling. So far that she had to pull herself back, gasping for air, spit dripping down her lips. "Black cock tastes amazing!" she gasped, too cock addled to realize how demoralizing that had to sound. but she gave in to it, she got sloppier, and she made all the noises she could.

"Gluk gluk gluk," she went, letting go of the base of his cock so she had more cock meat to suck down properly, bracing it onto his dark thigh instead and continuing her plunge into all of the most senseless and most depraved of feelings. Desire sent her into a mad spiral into confusion where any sort of control or restraint felt like it was melting away completely. Obsession consumed her so hard, and she fell so deep into the thoughts and confusions that tore across her with this utterly mad desire. She wanted what she wanted, and any semblance of control fell beautifully away, growing sloppier and more frustrating, a confused wreck she felt like she was doomed to need to submit to. She kept choking on his cock, drool strands growing thicker and more numerous as she gorged herself down on black cock for the first time.

On her knees, Enterprise's words made sense to Musashi. They fell into a sharp focus she didn't have before about worshiping black dick, about her place as a woman who had to learn to serve. It all made so much more sense now, tasting him and sucking him down and melting into the throbbing satisfaction that left her so profoundly unable to control herself. She needed to fall to pieces, and the idea of restraint became a distant and imaginary concept; she had a duty to this cock, and the rapturous obsession within her kept her needing to give in to this all. She wanted to fall into these desperate feelings, the pleasure that continued these wild hungers. To understand this and to submit to the captain brought Musashi a steep degree of raw pleasure, and she was ready to submit to it in full.

Drawing back again from his cock, Musashi shook, feeling some awful things at the tip of her tongue that she tried hard to fight. Drool ran down her chin constantly now, her eyes hazy, her breath ragged. She could barely control herself while she looked up at him, grinding his wet and slimy cock against her face. It was covered in her spit and throat slop, and she felt herself utterly lost to the shame of what it invited her to feel. "Black cock is amazing," she whined.

"If you're not calling him your master, you're not broken enough," Enterprise said, seizing a fistful of Musashi's hair and slamming her down her husband's cock again. The pretty, white blonde stood over her dark-haired victim in a show of pure control. “Choke him down you like whore, get his cock nice and wet before he breeds you. We're going to make you fall into line." Jamming Musashi down the cock and forcing her to suffer on what Enterprise had learned to handle, she felt the sweep of dominance and vengeance and power consume her. She was in a position of pure might here, ready to throw herself into the idea of losing all restraint. She wanted to really lay into her, forcing this pleasure to a state of wild lust, the breaking point of sense leaving her hungry and forceful, prepared to give in to the ideas that continued to compel her down.

"Choke harder on my cock," Jamal groaned. 'I fucking love it when girls realize they need this." His hips worked in complement to Enterprise's aggressions; it was a wonderful double-teaming effort between the married couple, a gleeful burn of desire and hunger to keep chasing, bringing with it a damning rush of pure indulgence to chase deeper down. His lust got the better of him, but with Enterprise in total control, there was no jealousy on her part. She was willing to give in to this, the compelling lusts keeping up a senseless and mad lust driven by pure insanity. This was his chance to really lose himself, and he didn't hold back anything in his attentive and ruthless indulgence. He wanted to break Musashi, and his wife was there to help him. It was perfect, and he felt it take him to a state of mad delight.

When he came, Jamal yanked back without warning, Musashi letting out a dizzy whine at the sudden deprivation of black dick, before the eruption of his load all over her. As if everything else that had played out wasn't insane enough, the ships of the Sakura Empire got to watch a black man cum for the first time, and they were enthralled. Hot, thick ropes of fertile jizz splattered all over Musashi's face, a compelling mess of sloppiness and ecstasy that simply kept going. They had never witnessed such a display of virility before from the men of their own nation, never beheld a man so dominant and so potent. awe, whether begrudging or guilty, consumed the women who watched Musashi take her first facial, watched his huge cock spasm and pulse and fire off so much cum. It was ad display of power like absolutely nothing they had ever beheld before, and the sheer weight of these sloppy pleasures became something so mad and so wicked that there felt like nothing to do but succumb fully. It felt too good, a brilliant burst of intense need and sloppy desire rising up through her, coming from within her very core to be more than she was built to process.

"Do you want more?" Jamal asked, looming like a terrifying god over Musashi now.

"Please," she whined. Her body trembled, and the worry compelled her deep into a feeling that she wasn't ready for. She knew she wasn't, but the rapture of utter need burning across her made no qualms about forcing her to feel these visceral shames regardless. "Please, more."

Music to Jamal's ears. He undid the front of Musashi's kimono, heavily drenched in spit, and he guided her to lie down on top of it. Then, he sank down to his knees, setting his cock down against her mound and grinding it forward along her skin, making her see how deep into her he intended to go. "I'm going to fit all of it," he promised, despite his girthy cock seeming bigger than even just her entrance itself.

"It won't fit," she whined. Her legs shook and she struggled to hold herself steady, fearful about what she was about to feel. The other ships watching agreed; his cock just seemed too huge, too intimidating.

"Yes, it will," he said, dismissing those worries and pushing himself confidently forward, sliding his head into her. She opened up for him. "This body is made for black cock, let me show you." His hips sank forward, inch after inch of fat cock sinking into her, provoking moans and wild lust from Musashi that were loud and erratic from the very start. She shook under the wild and embarrassing chaos hitting her hard, a sweep of satisfaction that she wasn't prepared for. His thrusts started slow and pushed on deeper, but she was already an erratic mess, already feeling the burn of pure pleasure bringing her to a state of mad delight. Throbbing lust got the better of her, burning across her without a care, pushing her thoughts into a clumsy and frustrating place where she could only melt into this.

Hands seized Musashi's breasts, greedily kneading them while he continued his persistent and hungry thrusts forward, a darker indulgence in her body meant to further delight in the pleasure he sought. He wanted to make this something special, and he held back nothing in the name of finding it, of grabbing her. The fat breasts Musashi's black kimono flaunted were his for the taking, and he let his hands loose in admiration and ravenous desire for them, letting his body surrender to all of these deeper and madder satisfactions. It felt like too much for her, the strange and the exhausting feeling that threatened her harder. It helped kindle a flare of deeper bliss within her, making her feel hotter and more frustrated under the sharp confusion it invited. She'd never felt better, never felt more certain of her need to fall to pieces.

"Fuck me deeper," Musashi gasped, her voice twisting in hotter obsession while she received his thrusts. He was so deep inside her now, her cunt yielding to every inch of cock meat filling her up. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Life-changing dick made her accept the realizations pulsing through her, the downward spiral into confusion and lust that made her unravel without sense. She felt it tear her apart, a burst of excess and messy, sloppy lust that tore her apart fully. Musashi didn't have any control over her downfall, didn't know what she was meant to do with all of these feelings, but she understood it to be the only hope now for her. "Black cock is amazing. I can't get enough!" Her body twisted under his, and she felt herself crumbling into abject madness.

"I fucking love fresh pussy," Jamal groaned, his insistent and ruthless thrusts bearing down on her. Her moans were blatant, her body his to indulge in. "And these fat tits are going to keep the kids I fuck into you very happy. Fuck, you are all just sex toys for me." He was degrading, ruthless, imposing himself on her hard while he pounded into her from above, fucking her without a care and indulging in the depths of passion that made him want to throw himself into this. He kept above her, sitting and thrusting forward, leaned over her mostly to paw at the huge breasts he made bounce for his amusement. There was no escaping this plunge now, all the throbbing lusts getting too hard and too fast to Musashi while she writhed on the floor and took him.

Even the way he spoke about her couldn't stop him. The insults and degrading remarks he threw around only excited her, made her cunt squeeze guiltily down around his cock. Her body felt beholden to demands and reactions that only further worried her, an embarrassing fit of confusion and delirium that taught her the depths she was meant to sink to, the throbbing embarrassment of everything melting her thoughts into gooey ruin now. She didn't understand how to contain herself, thew uncontrollable and unrelenting burn of obsession bringing her to a breaking point. Musashi had to let Jamal do more to her, but the more she gave him, the less she felt capable of handling her downfall. She was spiraling out of control, and felt herself in a state of mad indulgence, losing herself to unfocused passion and accepting the throbbing embarrassment that continued to rip through her, continued teaching her some brutal lessons about what she was worth to him.

"Doesn't that black cock feel good in your Asian cunt?" asked Enterprise, looming with maniacal joy over Musashi and admiring the sight of her falling to pieces. 'Scream it. Let them know. Let them know that Asian girls are made for black men. Say it!"

"We’re made for black men!" wailed Musashi! The words came out too quickly and without any of the shame they should have had. Her eyes rolled back and the eclipsing bliss of giving up to what hit her became too much for her to process. She'd never felt better, aflame with the sweet bliss and satisfaction of needing to lose herself. An uncontrollable need came over her, washing with sloppier, hotter, almost hateful joy across her body. Musashi was beyond the ability to understand this now. Beyond comprehension. All she had was the writhing surrender that took her into a place that she didn't want to ever come out of. Delirium consumed her, manic howls of ecstasy ringing out sharper and dizzier. She’d never felt as good as she did in that moment, able to come around to understanding something divorced fully from normalcy.

The other ships watched Musashi fall, confused, guilty, frustrated. Everyone had their own reaction to this stunning depravity, but all of them stared fixated at the huge, dark cock plunging into her again and again. It invoked so many baffling feelings, the fascinating realization that they were getting hungry and horny simply watching it happen, and they didn't know how to feel about that. It did too much, confused them too deeply, and the ultimate result of this seemed inevitable, but after Jamal's last climax, the thought was so much more captivating and terrifying than they were ready for.

Even still, nobody was prepared for the climax he offered her. Jamal pulled Musashi up and turned her around, hauling her off of the ground, to drill up into. Impaled on his cock, her moans grew more feverish and frantic, a further expression of all the hopeless lusts ripping through her on her path to being torn asunder. Pleasure throbbed with outrageous heat through her body, and she felt powerless to process her plunge now into fascination and confusion, falling to pieces in a fit of complete bafflement. She’d never felt anything like this before, screaming out as she came, and falling into the trap of showcasing to all the others just what a mess she was in for. Jamal came with a hard groan, his pulsing cock tightening up, balls clenching and engaging, and he let loose his flood of molten spunk deep into her hole. His groaning, grunting, heaving orgasm sent shot after shot of cum into Musashi, an overbearing and ludicrous volume of molten seed fertile and intense and filling her up with unrestrained aggression.

The girls watched him fill Musashi up, startled by this and learning why he took the position he chose. Rapidly, the whore was overfilled with cum, making it ooze out of her, running down his dark cock or dripping to the floor. His virility was on full display, the intense sexual potency of a black man there for all the Sakura Empire ships to see, and to be enraptured by He came so much, every drop of it pumped into her with bold and brash ecstasy, the direct thrill of pure insanity. He pumped Musashi to the brim with cum and savoured the utter insanity of this moment, an uncontrollable satisfaction, before he promptly dropped her to the ground like she was nothing. Cum spilled even harder out of Musashi, whose ruined cunt faced the crowd of bound and helpless women.

"That is the power of black cock. What black men are capable of!" Enterprise howled, shameless and proud. "Bring him Shinano next."

Shinano was pulled from the crowd; Yat Sen once more took the initiative to please her black master by delivering him more whores to break. She was all wound up, alongside the other Dragon Empery ships responding to Enterprise's speech, which aught them clear in the crossfire, by being dripping wet, falling into obedience to their western masters and accepting their black stud's white wife as their better. "Here's another slut, sir," Yat Sen said, her legs trembling with need.

But not as hard as Shinano's were. Her dripping cunt left her thighs glistening with need, and she felt herself on the verge at last of opening up to something truly unhinged. "Are going to fuck me with that huge black cock?" she asked. The words just spilled out. Her hesitation clashed with the rapturous need inside of her. Shinano had no power to ignore the depths of desire that hit her now, a pleasure truly beyond sense.

"That's what I want to hear," Jamal said, and responded by pinning Shinano to the floor. Her long, sleek legs went up in the air, and he tore her underwear off, not bothering to get any of her other clothes out of the way as he got to work at slamming every inch of his cock into her with unceremonious rapture. Her sister had gotten it slow, but now that he'd impressed upon the crowd what he was capable of, he went for something much, much harsher. He mating pressed Shinano right there raw on the floor, bringing the whole fury of his body down upon her with unstoppable greed, desire carrying him to need to prove himself. He was determined, ruthless, throwing his hips into mad motion and fucking into her a wild lesson. "That feel good? Is that what you wanted from me when you saw me fuck your sister?"

"Yes! Yes!" Shinano wailed with ravenous joy. She'd never felt so good in her life, and the crushing desire hitting her brought with it the most perfect and most wicked of desires. Lust throbbed without care or control across her body, and she submitted to this man and all of his control, ready to pound into her. "I rove it so much!" His eyes widened in surprise, both of them realizing her accent had hit on purpose, but he fucked down even faster into her at the little crack there. Her body twisted, and she found herself unable to hold back. "I rove biggu buracku cawk! Is that what big burack American wants to hear?" He pounded down ruthlessly into her. The speed and the spiral of aggression behind these lusts made her moan even louder, a shrieking wreck of desire under the weight of his attention.

Understanding the way her body immediately submitted to black cock brought a flood of realization and certainty to Shinano, almost peaceful in how it shut her down and made her accept pleasure. Even the degrading pressure of speaking in a broken accent brought her something, like fetishizing herself for this man was the right way forward. So she continued. "Purease make me buracku cawk srut, only fuck-u you now. I dumb srut, I need strong-u man come fuck me." She couldn't help but agree with the demands being thrown around. It felt so nice to say it, so enriching to let out the pleasure and the obsession that hit her now, an invitation into deeper satisfaction she knew to roll over for fucking immediately.

There was such a crash into ecstasy here for her, the pleasure on its most deranged and most intense, a spectacle of sloppy desire and hunger to want to melt into. She needed it too sorely for sense, an unrestrained and wicked obsession that made this into something truly beautiful. Rather than try to contain it or pretend she was able to hold back, Shinano submitted to it, let Jamal overwhelm her with the messiest and most senseless of these feelings. Submission came more gracefully than it did for her sister; she'd seen enough to know the truth, and to want it to consume her too. She needed to be a good little slut, the model ship who knew her place before a black man and proved that fact. Shinano could be an example, opening herself up to the satisfaction of giving up to this. She had never felt less respected, but she’d also never felt happier. It was a complicated balance t be taken by, and the only option before her was to degrade herself for this balck stud and his white wife, and to let them have her in full.

Jamal couldn’t slow down his obsessive and reckless thrusts, all of his indulgent desires keeping him active, keeping him throwing himself harder into all of this. Breaking in another whore never got old; he had so much fun with the Dragon Empery girls, and now he was here to fuck these Sakura Empire cunts into the exact same form of surrender. It all built up so hotly, pushing him forward, urging him to fuck like an absolute machine for the sake of deeper indulgence, satisfaction beyond reason that made him feel himself ready to break her down fucking completely. It felt like all the pleasure he could have asked for manifesting in a fit of wild, crushing lust, and all he had to do was keep it up. Every slam into her tight hole kept him moving, kept him needing to pound into her. "Gonna knock you up with a little burnt rice bastard," he growled, holding firm, throwing himself into the unstoppable lust and ruthless joy of breaking her down. He needed this so much, and the chance to wear her down brought him to give up to this complete insanity in full. He could not be stopped.

"Yes! Fuck-a me, fuck-a me so hard, I need bureed-o from big buracku man!" She couldn't deal with this, falling apart so completely, but she didn't have it in her to stop this. Shinano was primed to fall to pieces and collapse into obsession, loving every second of how deeply she got used, how intensely these lusts could get he better of her. Her cunt squeezed around his cock in mad pleas for him to knock her up. If he wanted it, she'd do it. She was ready for him. She needed him.

Once more, Jamal buried his cock to the hilt inside of foreign pussy and let loose the hot eruption of molten seed without restraint, intent on knocking Shinano up and on proving himself that little bit more to these women. They wouldn’t be able to get enough of him. They wouldn't be able to resist black cock. He ensured it. Another oversized orgasm fascinated the women there. He called her the worst things he could while he pounded down into her, and her moans of approval only added something extra deranged to his over the top load pumping into her, something that leaked out the second he pulled up from her. He held utter power in his hands. Pure, reckless power at its most depraved and most exciting.

Rising up, he called, "I want Azuma!" Direct. Harsh. To the point. "Bring her to me immediately. I want her." He was harsh, but he was utterly direct in what he wanted, unashamed of these lusts.

"What about Nagato?" Enterprise asked. "She was supposed to be next."

"I don't fuck little girls, leave her for the other men. I want that fat ass bouncing on my lap. We're changing the plan."

"Bring him Azuma!" Enterprise called, her legs quivering at the thought of this 'modification' to the plan, her body ready to submit utterly and her thoughts unraveling a little bit at the thought of this.

Yat Sen once more dragged another busty prisoner across the floor to bring to Jamal, hoping she would receive some cock as thanks for her service, her body so tightly clenched and her thoughts engaged with the obsessive joy of wanting to completely lose control. "Here she is, sir," she said.

Jamal gave Yat Sen a nod, but the idea of ripe flesh waiting to be broken left him unable to focus on anything else. "What do you want, Azuma?" he asked, shoving his sticky cock in her face and grinding it up against her. He watched her eyes go cross, the hazy lust consuming her, the smell of his virile cock filling her with too mad a pleasure for her to do anything but give in. He undid the buttons of her blouse and forced her plump tits free while he got her high on the smell of his dick.

"I want buracku cawk," she whined. "Buracku me prease, and make-a me buracku cawk onry."

"That's a good girl." Grabbing Azuma by the hair, he turned her around to face her fleetmates again. Dress came up and he ripped a hole in her tights, getting ready and lining up his shot before ramming everything he had deep into her from behind, yanking on her hair to keep her steady while he claimed her. He didn't hold anything back in the throbbing delight that hit him, his thrusts wild and committed. He fucked her on her knees, getting her used to his cock, getting her nice and gooey while he pounded into her. "Call me master."

"Mastah!" she wailed. Her head rolled back, body trembling with obsessive and desperate urgency while he pounded into her, fucking her into sloppy submission without a care for how over the top and deranged this was getting. He didn't let up, and as he pulled her from the ground and moved from a normal doggy style pounding to a standing one, Azuma's shaky legs struggled even harder, but she held herself up to the best of her ability. "I rove buracku cawk so much, I rearn so much now! So much about useress Asian men, can't make me feer good anymore. I need buracku men come fuck me hahdah, make me feer good and bureed me. I no fuck useress men anymore." Her words were sloppy, frantic, driven by a need to debase herself as hard as she could with no real care for how over the top it got. She burned with outrageous need, a fire and a hunger that tore across her without normalcy, made her feel utterly lost to the spectacle and the ecstasy that broke her down now. It felt like too much to handle, but she remained committed.

The plump ass crashing down his lap fuelled Jamal's thrusts. He was at his worst here, his most deranged and forceful desires all coming to bear with ruthless and almost beautiful satisfaction, the smoulder of desire that kept him throwing everything he had into the joy of using her. Azuma's wails of lust continued on without sense, they brilliance and the panic of obsession and lust making sure that she was doomed to need to give in to all of it. Azuma's thoughts rapidly raced toward the bottom, and Jamal's hard thrusts only kept her melting into it. She was powerless against this all, falling deeper into shame and frustration, into the wicked heat of having to lose control. It was exhausting and intense and everything she could have asked for, while Jamal got to live out his blacking dreams with more hole and thoroughly enjoy this takeover.

Her moans got messier, got needier. She barely understood what she was spitting out now, the slurry of misspoken words meant only to make this foreigner want to fuck her harder. It was ridiculous to even entertain it in the first place, but this need tore her asunder regardless, an overbearing pulse of lust and heat that she was ready to fully succumb to. She understood her role, and the instinctual passion behind all of it left her ready to give up, accepting the plunge into hotter embarrassment that made everything feel so perfect now. She needed to fall to pieces, and she didn't have it in her to do anything less. Her hips worked back against him with a frantic expression of deeper confusion, a frustrated throb of delight that made her thoughts fall to pieces and plunge into the weirder shame that didn't leave her any room for peace.

Black cock did to Azuma so many magical things, teaching her so much about the world, about her body, about what sex was supposed to feel like. She’d never felt anything like this before, and began to yammer in her native language, "Black men really are superior! Go black, go black. Our men's cocks are worthless. We need to be split open by these huge cocks and fucked like whores!" It was a frantic and demoralizing step in all of this, but she felt happy to spread the message, eager to melt into the deeper madness of this obsession and this fire. It was too good, so much that left her so torn up, and she was powerless to navigate it. She felt so fucking good, awash in the sweet wrongness of needing to give in, needing to fall to pieces, and she just didn't have it in her to contain these feelings a fucking moment longer. She unraveled, and she felt damn good doing it. Maybe, by cumming this hard and this indecent, Azuma could lead by example for all the other women, and teach them what they truly deserved.

Jamal didn't hesitate in holding firm, slamming his cock balls deep into this hole and filling her up with the unrelenting and ruthless joy of another huge orgasm, pumping shot after shot of molten spunk deep into Azuma. The same story as all the other girls, the same dominant and fierce impregnation that sent her crashing over the line into joy. She'd never felt better, and the throbbing, obsessive lust that this offered kept her hazy and confused, a wanton burst of lust and sloppy need she felt powerless to resist. It made her feel incredible at a steep but wonderful cost, and left her to melt into confusion and gooey want. He filled her up, and she was so tired that the only thing holding her upright now was his cock jammed inside of her.

Azuma's wails of race treachery were bright and they were shameless. "I want arr Sakura Empire women buracked," she whined. "Purease mistuh American I want bureedo." Her body shook, legs trembling, everything about the sheer depth of her submission becoming an ugly mess of swirling debauchery and shameless hunger. She looked out at her fellow Kansen, and all she saw was a force of waiting-to-be-blacked whores who had to be taught the truth. Who shook and teetered in uncertain oblivion, wondering what awaited them. She knew the truth of black cock, knew what their first taste of black cock would do to all of them. She couldn't wait.

Jamal smiled and let go of Azuma, letting her collapse to the floor, face-down and ass-up, wiggling her hips while cum oozed out of her. He looked at the stunned group of girls waiting to be blacked. "I'll leave your leader to some of the boys who like them young. Me? I know what kind of woman I'm about. I want Taihou, Unzen, Shimanto, Mikasa, Amagi, and Hakuryuu brought to 'my room'. I'll be taking Nagato's room, even if her virginity is for my men. The rest of these sluts are yours to play with."

"My wonderful men!" called Enterprise. "The brave men who have come with us. You have your choice of these women. Break them. Defile them. Black them. Teach them what they are due and use them until they are screaming their consent into the skies, for no woman can ever be taken 'against her will' by a black man. She can only be unwilling until she learns, and all of these whores will learn." Enterprise clung to her man, gloved hand reaching idly for his cock and toying with it, wanting to stand in control over these captives and show them that she was his wife, and he loved her the most. She got him to kiss her in front of them, and a few jealous gasps rang out.

Dragon Empery women took the asked-for girls, along with the three he'd just fucked, off to the chambers Jamal was about to claim. Of them, only Mikasa was not ludicrously busty, something they were all very aware of as they were dragged off with burning cheeks and quivering thighs. Yat Sen and Enterprise were close behind, the two leaders ready to be there in the room and partake just as hard.

For the support staff staff waiting impatiently for their turns, it was an instant turnaround, men pouncing right onto the frozen and ashamed women gathered around in awe. Screams of confusion and ecstasy filled the air, and the orgy began. The raid of the Sakura Empire was in full swing, and this navy would come to be under the heel of the Eagle Union, its white leader, and her black commander husband. As these Asian women were always meant to be.

Chapter Text

With the Eagle Union commander taking his chosen favorites off to his room, that left the majority of the Sakura Empire ships knelt down, prisoners, surrounded by ships from the Dragon Empery and the Eagle Union, by the black male 'support staff' who eyed them like pieces of meat. The brash sexual debauchery they had just stood witness to left them shaken, an impactful and effective mess of swampy uncertainties and feelings nagging away at their thoughts, leaving things unfocused and embarrassed. The black captain had fucked multiple women into obedience and surrender, and now, as they knelt there, the fear was that these remaining men would do the same to them.

They were right to be afraid, as the mass descended upon the captive women, ready to have their vicious and vulgar fun.

Atago was one of the traitor ships who sold her navy out to the foreigners, and she was happy now to spread her sister Takao's legs open, insisting, "Once these black studs fuck you, you'll forgive me. You'll understand." She was down low with Pittsburgh and New Jersey standing over them, watching as one of their favorite black men slid his cock into a thrashing, panicked Takao, who insisted that she would do no such thing as the thick cock head pressed against her mound, her tights ripped open to grant access.

"That's what your sister said when we held her down," teased New Jersey, bent forward at the hip to receive another black cock, much more receptive and firm while got bent forward for her big butt to stick out for him. "Take it from the Eagle Union's best bunny--and snowbunny--black cock is for all girls." New Jersey took her 'bunny' status very seriously, and happily marked up her snowbunny moniker all over her body, something that her sheer body stocking flaunted with all the designs and ink laden underneath it. Spades and bunnies and slogans stood out against the translucent stocking, and everywhere her clothes had been pulled or ripped by the man using her, there was room to expose herself.

"Don't think your weak mind will be able to deal with a black man fucking your brains out. I've never seen a bitch who looked so ready to be turned into an addict to big, black cock." Pittsburgh's screed was deranged and harsh, one degrading rant of the many she'd become known for as one of the most vulgar bitches in the Eagle union. But a vulgar bitch with a fat ass and giant tits that her skimpy leotard made easy to pull out so she could get slammed from behind by one of the men who took it as a point of pride to try and pound her cunt into submission.

Takao needed to be strong, shaking her head feverishly. "I won't. I refuse. Atago, please, stop this madness. I will be strong and I will be--oh, fuck, fuck, what is--no, that's not--ah!" The plunging of a cock into her for the very first time made Takao holler, shaken by the rattling panic of something much more intense than she was prepared to receive, the burning attention crashing down upon her with senseless and wicked fever. She didn't like how intensely it cut her thoughts off, a surging panic building inside of her, making her head spin while she gave up to the outrageous, cloying pressure, an insistent heat making for something she wasn't prepared to fight off or push back against.

"That's it, whore, moan for that black cock," insisted Pittsburgh.

"Doesn't his cock feel amazing?" Atago felt up her sister, prodding at her, caressing her, trying to support the chaotic aches within her. "Let it happen. I want to share black cock with you so much. I didn't betray the Sakura Empire, I helped it. Do you feel it?"

"I feel--nngh, full." Takao reeled from every thrust down into her. She could feel her inner walls spread out by his cock, shoved harder into in the name of sending her plunging into delirium and chaos. She had no idea how to contain herself here, struggling harder to make sense of the greedy lusts ripping across her thoughts, sending her into deeper panic. She was spiraling, struggling to comprehend the burden taking hold of her. Her body shook from the mighty thrusts of a muscular, powerful man driving his huge cock into her, and she was baffled by it, confused in ways she struggled to process while he palmed at her big tits through her uniform, while he reveled in touching her. "Get off of me right now, I'm not--you're an enemy. You're our enemy!" But her legs spread out a little wider, head rolling back as her sister peppered her with kisses.

There felt like no escape now for Takao, with hiss cock sliding easily into her, with the two white women ruling high over her and marveling at the sight of her getting piped, her pathetic surrender bringing on the most crazed and panicked of lusts. Atago continued to soothe her, rubbing her clit and leaning over her. "Black cock is more important than war. It can untie the world. Please, sister, don't fight it." She leaned forward, guiding the man fucking her sister to pull back and slide his cock into her mouth. Atago sucked shamelessly down on his dick, moaning around his aching prick and, letting Takao marvel at her reverence for it. She tried to demoralize he sister, tried to make her witness the truth of her desires and the burning reality of how good it felt to lose herself. She was doomed to give in, falling to pieces under the grinding insistence and panicked desire of having only to let go.

The mechanic slid back into Takao and pounded even harder at her now that he'd received a little encouragement from her sister. Confused whines spilled from Takao's lips. She didn't understand nay of it, struggling to handle the weight of these thrusts upon her, of pleasure clashing against the crushing panic and the weight of her worries, fearful and baffled while she sank lower. This was so much to be taken by, burning hotter and wilder on her path into crushing insanity. Ecstasy throbbed across her tired and eager body, the molten ecstasy of passions throbbing now across her, bringing her into depths she could do nothing to escape now. When she came, she felt weak, ashamed, embarrassed, and the two western woman insulting her amid their ecstatic moans only helped reinforce that fact. She was violated deep within, flooded full of a black man's cum, and as the spark of ecstasy followed her down, she felt mortified at what she'd done.

She didn't have time to dwell on it, pulled up her feet and dragged around, shoved face-first in against her sister, who shoved her tongue into her mouth. A fourth man had come by to grab Atago, and the two were positioned prison guard style, facing one another, side by side Pittsburgh and New Jersey being given similar treatments by their own men. Four women unified and filled up with huge lengths of black dick meant to scramble their brains until they were ready to betray their nations for more of it.

"Don't fight it," begged Atago, peppering her sister with unstoppable kisses. "We can be their cocksleeves together. I want to share this with you."

"It's not like a Sakura Empire ship anything else in times of peace," Pittsburgh spat.

"Black cock is amazing, who wouldn't want to be a snowbunny or a ricebunny for such amazing men?" New Jersey asked.

Takao struggled to root herself in anything reasonable or sane, her thoughts continuing to slide into deeper collapse as she learned the depths of ugly panic inside of her, feelings of confusion and mania teaching her only to fall deeper, to melt into the shames of what this offered her. She was powerless to process anything sensible about these deranged heights of throbbing panic now, feelings shuddering in wilder confusion and a molten panic meant only to wear her down. She was trapped here, struggling to comprehend the depths of madder confusion continuing to ruin her, ripping across her thoughts with relentless insistence and a burning passion she felt powerless to do anything to stop. She shook under the throbbing intensity of every slam into her rattling her thoughts, making her howl out in greedier joy.

Moans all around her made Takao's head spin, and the thick cock head battering against her womb made her struggle to comprehend what was happening to her beyond the most surface level explanation of her violation. Takao was proud, fiercely regimented, and being used like a cheap whore, sucking on her sister's tongue and surrendering to what seemed utterly mad. She needed to be better, needed to be stronger, but she could not help herself. She was powerless here, struggling under the shivering panic of these lusts. Her sister's 'lessons' made her head spin, made her burn with outrageous and baffled panic, losing herself to the outrageous ecstasy. Crushing desires. The moans of elated white women over by her side egging her on. She was strong, but maybe she wasn't strong enough. Maybe she was falling to pieces in outrageous and baffling heat, confused beyond reason and finding herself melting into the unreal chaos of letting it all rip her apart. She was in a place of darker heat and panic, one where she had absolutely no way to escape any of it.

But it felt incredible! All the things that Takao didn't want to face pulsed trough her body, teaching her to give in to deeper obsession, teaching her so many confusing and profoundly delirium-inducing shames. Her cunt squeezed down around this massive cock, struggles of hazy passion and want, lustful desires keeping up something truly deranged. She felt powerless, frustrated, so completely lost now to reason and control while she got pounded into. Cloying lust carried her deeper into things she didn't know how to understand, but she knew she needed more and more. Her body betrayed her, her sister betrayed her, her fellow ships betrayed her. The only thing she was left with was a black man’s cock bottomed out inside of her, teaching her her weakness and bringing her crashing down now into the throes of a beautiful ecstasy.

"I betray the Sakura Empire for our black masters!" she screamed, burning in the impossible joy of searing ecstasy as she came. Takao let herself give up to the weight of need ripping through her, taught ugly lessons of her own desire. Her body shook with orgasmic fever, and she was able to truly appreciate her sister's kiss while they got pumped full of their first set of babies together, shivering in burning delight through these wild needs, warmth and passion to give up to. This was too much, an exhausting surge of joy drowning her in the face of wicked obsession, a brilliant burst of pure chaos and want. She loved every second of shivering, cloying madness, the burning attentions to break her down harder, sending her thoughts into spiraling madness and obsessive, throbbing want. This was an amazing pleasure she needed to just let go of.

"Now you understand," Atago said, kissing her sister all over. "Our children are going to grow up as close as siblings." She peppered her with kisses all over, and all Takao could do now was go along with this mess in acceptance.

Akagi and Kaga were down on the floor getting mating pressed by black men in a fit of wild, shrieking delight, neither resisting the pressures at all, while St. Louis and Honolulu loomed over them, insisting the men along to keep them drilling into these needy cunts with unstoppable attention, the vigorous and wicked insistence of pure insanity, of reckless desires given form in hotter swells of panicked hunger, losing focus to the name of brilliant hunger, the screaming joys now. This was all exhausting, wicked, so senseless and overbearing as to render her thoughts overwhelmed by the shaky lusts taking hold of her. There wasn't any reason to behave or resist these temptations, throbbing pleasures to keep giving in to, faltering under the wicked attentions to give now up to.

"Hello mister black mechanic," moaned Akagi, her eyes unblinking and wide as she looked up at the man upon her, her body shivering through pure greed. "I want your child, but if you breed me, then I hope you're ready to commit to me forever. I'll be in love for the rest of my life with your big, black cock, and you won't be able to fuck any other girls, no matter how pretty they are, because you will be my personal black stud!" She gasped out in electric urgency, head rolling back. There was no need to break her down; she was focused on letting her hole get used, letting her cunt be dominated by black cock. It was a shock she happily suffered, immediately lost to the burning joy of giving up, finding it impossible now to avoid the impossible joy of giving in, fully committing herself to obsession and desire, the passionate hunger she felt herself being torn apart by, thoroughly obsessed with the mad pleasure of giving in. She was overwhelmed, electric urgency and chaos keeping her needing to lose her mind harder, and to keep going.

Honolulu buried her face deep into the ass of the man atop Akagi, greedily slurping on his ass hole in drooling satisfaction, feeling those heavy, dark nuts smack down against her ample cleavage. Her eyes narrowed and she pulled up with a pout. "I’m rimming him right now! He's already fucking other girls, you can't just claim a black guy like that!"

Akagi grabbed Honolulu's twintails and yanked her back down into the man's ass. "That's nice, dear, please resume tonguefucking my black husband's ass hole so he can fuck me better." She rolled her eyes and sank back into the burning obsessions, lost to pleasure chaotic and wild enough to lose herself, giving in to the throbbing heats taking hold of her. It felt incredible to lose her mind to, pleasures chaotic and wicked and senselessly pushing her along. The brilliant and unstoppable joy behind all of this kept her in a state of maddening obsession, fitfully committed only to the idea of letting her thoughts go.

The man was deeply amused by this spectacle, fucking down deep into Akagi and just rolling with the derangement and the possessive attentions keeping up this pace, pleasures to keep pursuing while everything slipped further and further away from being reasonable. He did his best to keep this pace up, riding out the pleasures to pursue harder. He happily drilled down into the strange and possessive bitch’s hole, groping her tits while he drilled down into her. "If any crazy bitch is going to be possessive over me, at least you're cute." He continued to drill down into her, persistent and pushing without restraint into her. "Real fucking cute, and just my type. Busty, crazy chicks."

Honolulu felt like she was being pushed out, fuming in needy shame as she pushed with harder attentions. She ate ass in wilder, rougher panic, clinging desperately to the impossible shame of deeper shames, the burning heat throbbing through her, impossible panics and shames keeping her in a place of stranger worry, afraid of these shivering panics. Her tongue slithered around the man’s ass with unstoppable attention, greedily pushing for some sort of steadiness and chaos, the throbbing panics that kept her trying her best to give in to these wilder embarrassments, the shameful persistence that kept her head spinning, lost to the overbearing heat and the chaos of something keeping her more and more frustrated, deeper in the insane heat of just giving in. She needed to keep up and get his attention back. She had to!

But the harder he thrust into this crazy yandere slut, the more he came around to the idea of just going with it. The outrageous nature of her clingy, obsessive delights had her losing her mind. It was working on him, keeping him slamming down harder into the greedy embrace of the slick cunt begging for his attention, and he felt unstoppable, keeping her wailing, keeping her noisy, keeping her utterly obsessed with losing control. She yelled out for more, burning under the weight of pure obsession and chaos, the brilliant pulse of a pleasure mad enough to send her over the line into throbbing chaos.

"I'm yours now, but more importantly, you're mine!" howled Akagi, cunt and legs squeezing down in unison as she begged her load out of him in throbbing, ravenous spectacle. Ecstasy tore hard across her, sending her into obsessive fits of need and chaos and pure desire, and all the man atop her could do was slam balls deep into her hole and send her into crashing joy in receiving all of it, with no care for the runner-up redhead rimjob slut making out with her man's hole.

"I always knew that the empire needed to be conquered," gasped Kaga, the more petite of the two fox sisters happily staring up at her new black god, her legs high in the air and her hands tugging at her skirt to offer him all the access he wanted to her pussy. "I need my worthless hole filled with the cocks of perfect men. Please purify the Sakura Empire by breeding us black." She was desperate for this, needy and hungry and so happy to just be dominated by a black man showing her the way.

"The only good ship is a blacked ship," insisted St. Louis, who groped Kaga and loomed shamelessly over her. "Beg for your nation to be bred out harder, give your new black overlord the respect he deserves. You imperial cumsluts have no purpose now but to breed more black men for this island to become a new outpost for the Eagle Union." Save perhaps for Enterprise, nobody could spit out horny, racial derangement quite like St. Louis, who became significantly more unhinged in bed. With the black man who fucked Kaga reaching over to fingerfuck her and help her along, she was activated, clinging to his hand and riding it, loving even his fingers inside of her. She rode hard and wild, indulging in the sweet sensory overload of bouncing atop him while he railed some fresh fuckmeat in need of being put in her place.

"Teach me. I need the enlightenment of a white woman, my master!" Throbbing, deep need for degradationseared at Kaga harder from within, coming out now in grand and whorish overtures as she surrendered happily to being colonized and conquered by the Eagle Union, ready to throw herself into the service of new rulers and to embrace being a breeding toy built only for the occupying men’s pleasure. It felt so simple to her, so easy, so normal. She gave in to it louder and messier, wild lusts spiraling through her while she gave in to the pleasure building out of control. "I am just stupid empire srut, need big buracku cawk teach me, fix country, bureedo me big big!"

"Babble for it harder, cunt," hissed St. Louis, leaning up to kiss her man while encouraging this on. "Empire cocksleeves like you are only good for filling with black dick."

"Yes, I just freshright, I ona hore for buracku mastahs!" Kaga went along with all of it, nodding in shameless, drunken delight, becoming the submissive fucktoy for a white woman and feeling happy to do so. So many deep-seated insanities finally came bubbling up to the surface for her, a dark lesson in deranged hungers and passions that ripped her thoughts clean asunder. She had no control over the downfall rapidly sending her spiraling, a plunge into chaos and fever that taught her to lose her mind and let go. Kaga needed salvation in being dominated, in being told what to do, in being invaded by a foreign, hostile power and turned into a sex slave trophy. She wanted all of it, fully aware of what it entailed and what madness awaited her. It felt simple, felt ice an answer, felt like the clear relief and bliss of escaping everything upon her to embrace the true relief of losing herself. If she could only let the pleasure rip her apart, she knew she could truly appreciate the insanity in this world.

She was so hungry, so desperate to lose herself. Her cunt begged down around the man’s fat dick, squeezing desperately around him in hopes she might be impregnated and given some purpose, finding herself lost to the outrageous relief and the joy that came from so completely submitting. This was an amazing surge of obsessive and wicked lust, desires pushing against her thoughts, demanding that she let herself just give completely in now to this. She didn't steal attention like her sister did; St. Louis would guide her, teach her, better her. Her white master who would guide her in to how to properly serve black men like a proper, obedient slut should. She wanted to learn, wanted to be perfected, and she pushed with reckless passion into the chaos of losing herself, embracing sublime madness and a smouldering desire only to be taken deeper. She was happy to be here, to be conquered, to be ruined.

"You're one of the good ones," claimed St. Louis, continuing her wicked screed. “Be an example for every other imperial whore in this damned barracks. We need more of you to set examples in service to black men, and if you volunteer your womb to help breed black then you might one day even have my respect."

"Purease, I want you respect, I want make white-u woman very very happy! I be good girr, be good one!" Kaga debased herself, her feelings of insecurity and inferiority preyed upon by an insane woman to perfect effect, turning her into the wanton, hopeless wreck of a bitch begging to be abused and degraded, aching with needs louder and greedier, wilder for the sake of falling into the throes of this madness. She couldn't help herself, the maniacal chaos of losing herself teaching her the drastic depths to which she could fall, making her feel happier to lose her mind and embrace these fascinating ideas. She wanted to please maybe a little bit too much, and fell victim to her own frantic obsessions in the process, crumbling under the mad weight of a senseless and craven heat that taught her to lose herself utterly. She was hopeless, frantic, struggling to do anything but completely embrace the hungers now sweeping across her.

She came hard, a life-changing surge of ecstasy teaching her to let go of her own dignity, to embrace her desires, her place under black men and their white lovers. To hope she might gleam something from being the exotic fuck pet of a loving couple made up of people simply more deserving than her. She received his load, begging in her native tongue to be bred while she fully succumbed to the idea that what she needed most was in the domination of her body completely. She welcomed it. Deserved it. It was maybe the only thing she did deserve in this world.

Shoukaku and Zuikaku did not need saving or lessons or any sort of instruction; they needed to assert themselves and prove they could suck cock just as well as these invading white women with their smug senses of superiority. Slobbering together all over the cock of a black man standing before them, the two sisters worked with overbearing passion art the intimidating mass of cock in front of them, mouths sloppily pursuing the most reckless and most panicked of approaches in the name of making something of this situation, of trying to prove they were able to stand up to this pressure.

"Keep fighting, sister," Zuikaku insisted. "We must win. We must--gluk gluk gluk gluk--prove ourselves as not just--gluk gluk gluk—fucktoys to be sneered at, but women who can serve black men just as well."'

"If black men didn't desire us more than white women, they wouldn't have come across the ocean just for our bodies," agreed Shoukaku, her tongue slithering around the base of his cock and exploring the joy of licking his balls, doing anything she could to add to the excitement flaring inside of him.

The sisters had good reason to be territorial; right beside them stood another man, this one being serviced by sisters Bremerton and Baltimore, who adamantly refused to let a pair of inexperienced imperial girls upstage them in their black cock worship. Territorial and ruthless, the sisters sought to get theirs too, to prove themselves just as boldly in the name of pushing back against these whores, who had never even made a black man cum before. They were already more advanced in their techniques, with Bremerton up front going for his heavy, dark nuts and Baltimore behind to tonguefuck his ass hole, both of them knowing the special ways to make him cum by being nasty white whores.

"We can prove white women fuck better, by just being ourselves," gasped Baltimore, whose grasp on dirty talk was a paltry and misaimed affair embarrassingly coming off as cutesy more than anything. Even while she spat on a black man’s ass hole and jammed her tongue deep into it, slithering around in reckless and wanton obsession.

"We fuck them better, with style," moaned Bremerton, throwing up the double peace signs while slurping on his nuts, his cock resting up over her face, casting a shadow while she slurped away at him. Her hands-free indulgence was as photogenic as could be for the man looming over her, flaunting her sweet excitement and the shivering passion she felt in being commodified and marveled at. Bremerton had grown deeply vain and showboaty in becoming a blacked slut, craving attention with a cutesy and showy persona that was dragging every black man in range of her down into her touch. She was determined to make the most of her own throbbing hungers, of excitements and needs getting the better of her.

Determined, stubborn pride had them pleasing their man with coordinated attention, the burning attention of deeper pleasure, the wicked and unstoppable heat of giving in deeper, embracing the unreal pleasure of giving in deeper. These two western sisters were tireless in their black cock worship and committed to throwing themselves in full into the drowning madness and fanatical excitement of losing control. They were determined to outshine them, refusing to slow down, needing to suck balls and eat ass in the name of western dominance. The whole reason they came here was to prove their abilities over these newcomers. They couldn't fail now!

Raging with fiery heroism and determination, Zuikaku and Shoukaku refused to slow down. Madly gagging and slobbering all over the cock in front of them, they matched the white sisters' energy, out to prove that a pair of eastern sisters were a black man’s fantasy come true. There was no resisting the unstoppable pressure, overbearing attentions and fires to keep chasing, indulging in the unreal pleasure of servicing such a massive, mighty cock. They were hopeless, fixated, giving in to obsessive pleasure and passion keeping up the reckless pleasure, outrageous ecstasies to keep pursuing. Their mouths weren't as experienced, but the energy of a pair of fiery sluts servicing him had their man groaning proudly. "You bitches feel great. Keep going. I love sluts like you."

Shoukaku's jaw hurt from forcing herself to choke down the throat-clogging black dick she was faced with, trading off for her sister to pepper his balls with praise, the two of them determined to hold strong and prove their own adoring lusts while they went. They had to keep up with these more experienced white women and prove themselves capable of going all out. Trouble was, the white women weren't slowing down with their own man, either, leaving the spiral of dire and desperate competition sending everything into madder chaos. No restraint, no sense, just the burning chaos and heat of throwing themselves into the deep end of ravenous and lustful service. They were lost to the outrageous and merciless chaos of keeping this all going, an escalation of pleasure and feverish delight to keep giving in to all of this.

The real winners were the black studs receiving these double blowjobs from pairs of horny sisters begging for the insane excitement and passion ripping across them. They gave each other a smirk as the blasted rope, with Bremerton selfishly taking a faceful of jizz all to herself, versus the cooperative and shared excitement of Shoukaku and Zuikaku sharing their hard-earned cum together. Gooey sprays of exhausting, sticky mess splattered all over the women, with Baltimore gasping her cute little squeak on her way to sharing the load with her sister. There was nothing settled by the simultaneous release, by the huge loads now being shared in incestuous kisses, but Zuikaku and Shoukaku gleefully proved that ricebunny sisters on their first time sucking black dick could be just as slutty ass experienced snowbunny sisters.

The Kougou-class sisters were swarmed by the South Dakota-class sisters, brown skinned sluts ready to mob some eastern whores and help them get blacked in an earnest push toward aggression and overbearing hunger. Four imperial girls, four union girls, eight black men to play with in this cultural exchange.

Haruna was used to being the odd one out, the sister living in the shadow of more renowned, successful, and 'developed' sisters. Old enough not to be filed in with the little girls but not old enough to yet have gorgeous cleavage like Hiei had, despite her dress clearly begging for it. She expected that even these black men would be the same way, that they would ignore her in favour of fucking more attractive and 'worthy' women, leaving her feeling insecure once more.

She was wrong. Her head lay down on Alabama's lap, nestled down in the youngest of that group of sisters while one of her legs was held in the air, two black cocks sliding into her ass and pussy in steady and unerring tandem, recklessly seeking to pound her into creamy submission and fuck her utterly dumb in the name of getting what they wanted, and she was left to wait, "They really want me!" with a shaky and overwhelmed glee. She couldn't believe what she felt now, the crushing shivers of pleasure ripping through her, teaching her so much in the face of growing confusion and fierce, temperamental bliss. She couldn't believe the luck she had, the urgency throbbing across her now while she was pounded into by these meaty dicks and pushed into wild ecstasy.

"Black men are always really loving, and always ready to give you affection, no matter what," Alabama said, proudly enjoying the delight of this all. "Eastern girls and native sluts have that in common; we're all fuckmeat for our colonizers." She stroked Haruna's hair, seeking out a friend to give her attention more than anything. A cute girl's head felt nicer even than snuggling her stuffed animal. Not as good asa black man, sure, but she was happy to marvel at Haruna being taken with unrestrained, wild attention. This was the perfect outcome for her. She wanted a friend so badly, and found the incredible satisfaction keeping up with these strange ecstasies, a delight pushing for deeper insanity now. She was clingy, frustrated, in need maybe of a friend who she could get super physical with while they were blacked together, and she felt ready now to just roll with the darkening pleasures taking hold of her.

Needily holding tight now onto Alabama, Haruna did what she could to manage the throbbing pleasures all bubbling up to the surface inside of her. This was all so overwhelming, demanding more from her and keeping her head spinning, keeping her thoughts struggling now to process the slide into crazed heat and chaos getting the better of her. "No matter what?" she cooed, awestruck and clinging to the hope now that Haruna offered her, finding it impossible to avoid the surging, shuddering glee of giving in to these possibilities. She wanted so badly for her words to be true, for the honest, crushing insanity of giving in to take her further and further down.

"No matter what. Black men are like teddy bears, they're always with you!"

Haruna melted into happier satisfaction at the thought of that, at the idea of unconditional warmth and affection from these men having her body, making her crave more of these deeper and revelatory ecstasies. She hung on every second now of this, meeting Alabama's caresses as she was fucked into the creamy warmth of acceptance by a pair of black cocks happy railing a cute, petite girl even with all the busty titty monsters around her. She felt seen, highlighted, nestling up against her new best friend and savouring the warmth of her touch, the lack of judgment or harshness in all that she fawned over her with. Everything made Haruna feel better as she wailed her way to beg creampied and pumped full of cum in both holes, thrashing against Alabama, who held her tight and planted kisses onto her forehead, left her feeling lost to the drowning affection and warmth of being so utterly seen, never again to feel worried or afraid while she collapsed so eagerly now into this joy.

"Does it feel good having your cunt colonized,whore?" asked South Dakota, who came on extra harsh while lying on top of Hiei, both of them filled up with black dick while they writhed together. One below Hiei pounded up into his new toy, while a familiar one reamed South Dakota, firing her up with pure greed. "Imagine what it's like having your nation colonized by whites, and then again by black men. You're getting it easy by only having the black studs come and do it the one time."

Hiei could not deal with how much cock crammed into her virgin cunt. "The pride of the imperial navy," she gasped. "Our power. Our... our majesty..." She struggled to reckon with the downfall this offered, not only of her fellow ships, not only of the women who betrayed the empire to get these men here, but the ones now breaking on black cock. The ones becoming eager sellouts for these colonizers here to invade, to fuck, to breed. "We must be strong."

"You can be as strong as you think you are, but colonizer cock is irresistible," spat South Dakota, continuing to writhe and grind atop Hiei, delighting in the way this pretty girl writhed and tried to fight destiny. "My sisters and I are tired of being on the losing team, so we jumped at the opportunity to help invade you, now behave before we call the peace of." She reveled in slamming back against the huge, black dick behind her, the sweet insanity of continuing her writhing and greedy motions, an unstoppable back and forth worthy of the wicked delights rising inside of her. South Dakota felt no rush in pushing for Hiei's breaking; seeing her struggle and suffer was delight, and South Dakota wanted to draw out every moment of suffering as the interracial bliss collapsed her self-respect and turned her into another colonized cunt, just like her.

Wails of confusion and panic continued to ring out, exhausting heats sending Hiei into spiraling chaos, into the frantic and obsessive need to lose herself. She had no idea how to stabilize herself, drowning under the mad and outrageous chaos of what these men did to her and South Dakota. Pleasure drowned out her thoughts, bodies crashing and writhing upon hers, leaving her fraying and dizzy while the pleasures pushed on against her, imposing the wildest of confusions upon her thoughts now. She felt trapped underneath excessive efforts and pressures, stuck to figure out for herself her own demise. Shew had no escape from the crushing realities winding her up, the crushing collapse senselessly demanding that she give up to the extreme madness taking her. Inescapable pleasure made her feel so many baffling sensations,.

Battering up against her womb, the huge, black cock taught Hiei to submit, each stroke making her weaker and more submissive, ready to embrace the ugly depths of passion and want ripping across her. She felt powerless here, a struggling wreck giving up to the outrageous and merciless chaos, passions that drove her into depths of insanity she was doomed to fall victim to. Surrender felt so sweet and so senseless, the chaos building out of control, making her fall to pieces in the face of unrelenting misery and shames she felt doomed now to accept. Her self-respected eroded away, fucked right out of her by a man underneath a smirking invader taking on those same pleasures.

"Can you say ‘fucka-me purease sir’?" asked South Dakota, watching in delight at the rolling back of Hiei's eyes.

"Oh, fuck-a me purease, sir!" gasped Hiei to go along with the mockery. "I am dumb eastern bitch. Need coronizer cawk!" She couldn't spare herself this indignity, putting on a thick accent and debasing herself for South Dakota's mocking appreciation. Laughter richly rang out in a show of pure disdain for her. Humiliating herself for the sake of amusing a western woman seemed like the absolute lowest place for her to be in, but it was where Hiei felt she belonged, writhing in shame underneath this attention, approaching the best orgasm of her life and drowning in the mad fascination of letting go. She fell to pieces for the pleasure, screaming, hollering, twisting about in deranged and fitful surrender. Cum filled her up, and she was little more now than a colonized cunt put right into her place by a woman she now owed everything to.

Kirishima's mask was yanked down, and a hand gripping one of her horns guided her brutally down onto the fattest black cock that Massachusetts could get her hands on. "If your tits were bigger then I would make you use them, but it figures that I get the one bitch here a small chest." Massachusetts was harsh and overbearing over the ninja-esque girl, jerking her head along the huge, black cock in utterly brutal motions meant to create a stormy, sloppy mess of noise. Of gagging and sputtering from a girl deeply unprepared for how much cock she was now being forced to take on.

"Gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk," was all Kirishima should answer this with, drool dropping from her lips and down onto her modest breasts while the chesty brown woman throatfucked her down onto it. Massachusetts had her own black man to fellate, something she took a much more lax and calm approach to tending to, making a grander spectacle of just how callous and controlled she could be about pushing for all of this. She was in over her head where, struggling to deal with overbearing, heavy weights of pure chaos, an infuriating frustration that had her trapped under these embarrassments, struggling to deal with her own demise.

She couldn't breathe, ears overwhelmed by the sound of her own struggles and by the slurping noises that Massachusetts made beside her, all the growing, aching chaos of lusts throbbing without reason now across them both. Massachusetts was so determined to suck her cock, using her free hand to grab the base of the mighty slab of cock meat and sucking it down with unrelenting passion, putting to shame everything that Kirishima flailed her way through. It was a clear push for competition, for fiery and fierce recklessness meant to punish her with the sheer insanity sweeping across them now, but Kirishima felt too starved for air and too panicked to really embrace the spirit of competition, left in a mess of struggle between these ideas, faltering now without nay good way to save herself from the ugliness building out of control.

Massachusetts focused on the cock she sucked on, pulling away from the struggling girl to slurp and slobber all over the meaty dick she had before her, a cock she was well prepared to serve and adore, sloppier attentions keeping her pushing stubbornly forward in fits of wild and sweeping insanity. Chaos threw her into a total mess of passions and hungers, breaking down slowly under the growing urgency of letting go. She had simple needs now, wants that pushed her along without control or calm, all in the pursuit of ravenous desire. This was all about control for her, about upstaging Kirishima with effortless deepthroat worship of a black man while she was forced down in a struggle that all too clearly proved she couldn’t do it.

"Doesn't that black cock taste great?" Massachusetts said, drawing back from the dick she sucked and guiding it into her cleavage instead. Her bra kept her brown tits snug and together for the sliding up of a huge cock in between them, and her body worked with hands-free motions to expertly tend to the demands before her. She moved smoothly, swift shifts of position and a relentless focus on making sure that Kirishima in particular fucking suffered at her hand. She was unstoppable, greedy, driven by the self-superior smugness of knowing that Kirishima was out of her depth in this match-up. It was an easy push for Massachusetts, who focused on her supremacy in the push forward. Bigger tits, better throat, better girl.

Kirishima was too dizzy to make sense of all of it, dragged along into just doing what she was told to do, dominated with such a stormy insistence that she just went along with all of it, robbed of any other choice in this matter. Chaos throbbed across her tired body to keep her in motion, keeping her focused on the burning embarrassment throwing her head into disarray and her thoughts down now into madness, the infuriating chaos carrying her down. She couldn't breathe, deprived of air until she learned how to serve black cock properly, a challenge and a frustration that she wasn't built to deal with.

The more experienced Massachusetts was able to get her man off first, and moaned proudly out as her tits were painted with a black man's cum. She received all of it in moaning delight, proud of her body and cooing, "Black men prefer western women, don't they?" while she received the sticky, gooey explosion. Beside her, Kirishima was stuck in a much worse place, a shuddering panic sweeping through her, chaotic and wicked under the senseless pleasures that had her giving in to this in hotter pleasure. Cum blasted down Kirishima's throat as her body convulsed in the danger of blacking out from the throatfuck apocalypse she'd been subjected to, a shivering wreck now lost to the powerless shames and the frustration of giving so completely up to this. Kirishima reeled back, hocking and coughing in a throbbing mess of shuddering panic, overwhelmed by the eruption of cum deep into her throat.

The last of the native sisters matched with an imperia girl, Indiana had a hand wrapped around Kongou's throat while they both got railed from behind. "Not even a real Empire with this blonde hair and those blue eyes. Black men will fuck you all the same; white women and eastern women are the same in my eyes as much as theirs, now beg for him to make you his bitch. Come on, white girl, beg for it and hope that he’ll please you all the same!"

Indiana's hand on her throat and the black cock in her cunt both added on to the overbearing spectacle of something wearing down every bit of sense inside of Kongou. Constructed in a Royal Navy shipyard, she was indeed a half breed whore, a sign of more peaceful times. And she took black dick all the same. White, Asian, pussy was pussy, and the hand around her neck continued its relentless squeeze with the single-minded and obsessive need to make her suffer, to keep her in shuddering misery and panicked lust. She found herself trapped in something utterly baffling, a miserable sweep of obsessive surges keeping her trapped now in these shames, an abysmal panic drowning her thoughts out and continuing the dark slide into shivering, plunging madness. She had no idea what to do with all these exhausting pressures wearing at her thoughts, but she was stuck trapped in all of it, falling harder apart.

"I love seeing little white sluts scream for black dick," boasted Indiana. "Seeing the little colonizer cunts get colonized themselves, and now I get to help bring these better men to your front door." She continued to squeeze, not caring about how rough or how ruthless she was getting, imposing upon Kongou the rougher and more violent attention. Throbbing excitements pulsed across her with unrelenting passion, a greedy and spectacular hunger keeping her wanting to keep pounding and indulging in this lust. The hard thrusts from behind set her aflame with wild passion, a brilliant fever she couldn't get enough of. The pleasure drowned out her thoughts in sweet insanity, the cloying bliss of being fucked hard and raw from behind, filled with the thrilling obsession and lust of pure surrender.

"I love black cock!" Kongou finally screamed, wailing out in need. It didn't earn her any less tight a grip on her throat. Still no mercy. Indiana was delighting in roughing up Kongou down to the most core aspects of her existence, a deep violation meant only to push her to the breaking point, to force her harder down into shames and confusions she had no way to escape from. It was a joke to Indiana, a brutal expression of what she really thought of other races’ women, ready to finally get hers as the colonizer here to lord over another race, finally on top as she assisted the black men in their raid.

"Louder," Indiana ordered, thrashing Kongou around, shaking her while continuing the ruthless attention she paid her. The quick thrusts ruthlessly claiming her cunt kept her feeling incredible, and she found no reason to want to slow it down, imposing rougher and wilder lusts upon this situation, in sharp control now over everything and wanting to keep it that way. There was no fight to slake her bloodlust, but there was something maybe even better in the overbearing dominance of simply laying waste to Kongou for her own twisted amusement. She just wanted to keep it going at any cost. "Scream louder for me, fake."

"I'm a mixed race whore who needs black cock to correct her. It doesn't matter where I'm from, I'm a woman, which means black men are my masters. Please teach me! If black cock can make even an incurable bitch like Indiana--" Her bitter flare of defiance made Indiana squeeze tighter around her throat, eyes narrowing and a harsh sense of pure fury surging through her. It was all to Kongou's utter delight, though, some measure of rebellion and fire to keep her from feeling like she was a complete wreck of a whore. She held strong, refusing to bend and keeping up a strength burning hotter across her body, storms of pure aggression and fierce hunger carrying her along while she received the insanity all bearing upon her in erratic, sweeping surges of chaos and confusion. Stubbornly, she held strong as a woman of pure control, the illusion of composure and sense holding onto her firmly now.

Grabbing Indiana's throat with her free hand, Kongou held strong now, stubbornly refusing to let this woman dominate her. She was a product of the Royal Navy and the Sakura Empire, east meeting west into the form of a beautiful woman. A blonde haired, blue eyed Asian woman who deserved recognition above some chesty native who thought her experience fucking black men made her better. She was strong, she was intense, and she refused to let herself be dominated by anything but the man balls deep in her.

"I'm also not your bitch," snarled Kongou.

The two black cock struggled against one another, hands keeping a tight grip on one another's throats in a fitful push toward mad insanity the satisfaction of chaos and desire sending them into ceaseless chaos, into pleasure wild and wicked, wantonly determined to hold strong and not let up. Irresistible chaos and crushing obsession sent her into spiraling joy, into throbbing, senseless chaos. They were more alike than they wanted to admit, both crumbling under the dark chaos of these beautiful and decadent lusts, right on the way into crushing madness and insanity now.

Too busy being at one another's throats, the girls were both reverting to the true purpose: being cocksleeves for black men, doing absolutely nothing to improve their situation and instead simply spiraling into chaos and madness, throbbing hotter and needier under embarrassing heats that left them with nothing but the potential of crushing insanity. For all their distances, they were united together by one simple thing: black cock. The men slammed into them deep from behind and greedily pumped hot, molten loads now deep into their waiting holes, sending these two into united bliss as the fucktoy whores of these men, as nothing more. Gooey creampies reinforced that, anchoring both of them into complete surrender to the higher purpose of men they fully submitted to.

Nagato had been denied by the Eagle Union captain, something that stung and burned at her frustrations. The leader of the Sakura Empire, a woman second only to the empress herself, and she was dismissed, thrown away to a group of men with depraved appetites for girls entirely like her. Girls like Kitakaze, Noshiro, Kazagumo, Zuihou, Asanagi, Arashio, and others who had been thrown to the detachment of black men with appetites for younger girls and who saw each of them as a loli pocket pussies to use however they willed.

Wailing through the panic of being lifted off of the ground and jerked along a massive cock like she was a sex toy, Nagato struggled to find steadiness or strength in refusing this, wanting to rise up against these attentions and be stronger than she felt like she could be while she fell into these deeper and more erratic plunges of pure chaos. She was ashamed of how hard she fell, how effortlessly this man could use her hole for his own satisfaction. Moving her whole body along his cock, he treated her like she weighed nothing, leaving her arms and legs to dangle in limp misery while she received the dark insistence of every thrust rattling her thoughts.

"I can't be dominated by a black man. Not even the commander, not even the leader, but just a mechanic." She couldn't believe this, outraged by the mess she'd fallen in to, but fundamentally powerless to yell or argue against it, falling deeper into shame while the cock violated her in deeper and more reckless sweeps of pure attention. Her tight cunt squeezed around the cock that had wrecked her virginity, her body thrashing in convulsions of shivering panic, the overbearing lust of giving in to the storm now taking hold of her.

For all her harshness and her bluster, she was just another petite cocksleeve like all the others around her. A screaming mess defenselessly getting pounded dumb by black dick, fucked into shrieking passion by this man. She was too overwhelmed by his dick buried inside of her to scream for any true act of rebellion, but within the tone of her mad howls of pleasure was something surely closer. She was just a cocksleeve now, getting used rougher and wilder by a man who had no reason to slow down and no intention of stopping, and everything being done other became the cloying, overbearing bliss of pure surrender carrying her further down. Nagato had to be strong, but she had no strength left in her, growing more confused and deranged with each slide into this mess ,falling into confusion and panic while the cock ravaged her.

Her moans joined the other girls in a spiral of pure surrender, the crushing decadence of lessons taught to these needy wrecks, turning their thoughts upside-down and rendering them all just hopeless sluts getting used by black men. Invaded and ravaged by men who turned them into sex toys. There would no longer be any war, no reason for them to ever be anything but completely submissive now to the truths within this mess, offering a view into something that would change their lives. No more war, no more need to be ships out on the seas fighting each other, and plenty of room now to be black cock addicted fucktoys for these men, girls growing up stuffed full of black cock and without a care in the world. Even Nagato could rest calmer in the warmth it offered, fucked into a state of growing, panicked acceptance as she fell further down, as she came to understand the outrageous and deranged lusts taking hold of her.

There was no escaping her own demise here. Nagato was desperate, whining louder, taken to the limit by a man who left her noisier. "The whole empire needs to be blacked. This entire navy needs to lower its guns and surrender to our black colonizers! Breed my pussy every day until I finally get pregnant!" She broke completely, and she reveled in it. The sweet insanity of this deranged pleasure felt like an escape, a relief, a chance to fully succumb to the hungers inside of her, throbbing without sense now through pleasure beyond control or reason. It was so good to just embrace, falling into the depths of her own manic surrender, accepting that this was exactly what she needed in a form too insane to believe, one where she could do nothing but surrender. Like all the other small girls did, she was treated like a sex toy, and as the leading ship of this navy, she would set an example. Set a standard for the others to follow.

Being flooded full of black cum and wondering if she was old enough to be impregnated was simply a big part now of the life-changing madness that crushed her thoughts down into nothingness and turned her into another blacked cocksleeve just as gone as the others.

Kumano, Owari, Suzuya, and Hatsuzuki were four girls without a ton in common, women of different sizes and proportions, different classifications of ship entirely, with one uniting trait: horns. Big horns, perfect for black men to grab on to while they fucked them from behind, or to break off entirely for vengeful surges of utter greed. Handlebars to grab onto and while slamming madly into their holes. Hatsuzuki in particular found herself monstrously afraid of the possibilities that this might go badly for her given the hard pulls on her horns, and the ways that in particular, Kumano was acting now that she'd had one of hers snapped.

"Black cock is the coolest, so big, we're worthless. Just break me break me break me break me break me I love black black black black black black black black." She was a drunken, hazy wreck moaning out in babbling delight, eyes crossed while she received the maddening attention and forceful insistence of deep slams into her. Kumano's right horn was broken, and now she had a glassy stare in her eyes off into the distance, drool running down her chin for no reason other than the fact she had just become dumber for receiving it.

Owari's huge horns made a perfect pair of handlebars. "I'm already so dumb you're not gonna make me any stupider, so just leave 'em intact," she begged through her moans. She was happy o receive the slams. "A fat-assed big titted blonde bimbo who can keep her handlebars, can't sh--" The snapping noise of a handlebar came with a gurgling sound as Owari's golden eyes rolled back and hr body shook with throbbing, convulsing panic. She lost herself in that moment, her entire body going limp, held aloft only by the man drilling into her. Her tongue slid slowly out of her mouth and proved that as empty as Owari's head already was, she could be dumber, turned into a braindead cocksleeve who could do nothing to stop this all.

"Don't hurt me," pleaded Hatsuzuki, growing even more terrified now at the sight of Owari limply getting fucked, the bounce of her huge titties being the only real sign of motion she had left. She was spent, ruined, overwhelmed completely by the ugly pressures upon her, and she looked so peacefully at ease with it. Maybe that scared Hatsuzuki the most; the idea that having a horn broken might make her feel better, under it all. She didn't want that. She didn't want any of that! And yet, as the man’s cock drilled deeper and harder into her, Hatsuzuki felt herself struggling to make sense of any of this, fucked into a dizzier, moaning burn of pure ecstasy while she looked at her fellow ships. At the babbling Kumano and the drooling Owari. It frightened her, and it left her looking, for comfort, toward Suzuya.

What she didn't expect was for Suzuya to want it.

"I want to be a braindead fuckslut just like the others. Please snap my horns, turn me into your cocksleeve. I want to be broken and dominated, and turned dumb, so break them hard, okay?" She giggled in nervous excitement, body trembling through the panting, heaving need within her. "It'll be fun if you fuck my brains up by breaking them, and I'll--" The sound of her horn snapping filled with the air with a sharp crunch, and then of it hitting the floor. Her eyes went fully blank, lips quivering. "Buracku cawk," was all she said. All she had to say. Her body trembled under the surge of ecstasy. " Buracku cawk," she said again. It remained the only thing inside of her now, in more ways than one. The hard strokes into her cunt continued, and she looked elated to be receiving all of this, utterly shut down and mercilessly addicted.

Even more fearful now, Hatsuzuki shook her head. "Please don't. Please. I don't want to be broken. I'll be a good slut without it, I promise. I'll be a good whore for my black masters. I'll do anything you want me to do. Anything! Just don't break my ho--" Hatsuzuki stopped firm, her words falling away as the snapping of her horn triggered her utter downfall. Hatsuzuki screamed out in throbbing, thrashing panic as the surge of pure sensation hit her, her senses shutting off and starting back on again with pulses of pure overload. What she felt wasn't really pain. She had no idea what it was, but she felt a lot of it, as did her pussy squeezing down on the man’s dick and gushing out a squirting mess while she fell into the burning, desperate chaos of giving in. She was trapped here, faltering under the wicked and dark insanity of giving up.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and Hatsuzuki foamed at the mouth, all thought silenced in the fit of pure submission to black cock. She felt the dick pump her womb full, and the reinforcement of submission came on in throbbing certainty, a surge of confusion and shame teaching her with sudden and impactful desire to let go of all control. She broke in an instant, with the ripped-off piece of horn hitting the ground and into a puddle of pussy juices and drool. A lot of the girls in the Sakura Empire were about to become living cocksleeves, but few would be as brainless, dumb, and malleable as the horn-snapped bitches were.

Ting An cut through the chaos when all hell broke loose to single out Kashino, a fat-titted slut she was certain needed a lesson on what her huge tits were good for, and Kashino found herself too pliable to resist the molestation she received and the groping pressure that led her down into position. Ting An brought a black man with her who had a voracious love of titfucks, the perfect man to help train Kashino into being just like she was.

"I've given these before," confessed Kashino, her body trembling and her thoughts turning hazy, "but the cock always disappeared. I could never see it."

"You were titfucking tiny little eastern dicks," assumed Ting An. "Not strong, black cocks. The fattest-titted ship in the Dragon Empery can't swallow up a cock like this with her cleavage. There's a reason I only fuck one kind of man now, and why you'll join me as a black-only titfuck whore."

The thought sent shudders of panic rushing up Kashino's back, but she found it hard to argue. She held onto Ting An's tits while she gripped hers in turn, and they worked their breasts up and down the monstrous length and girth of a black cock together. A double titfuck that still didn't provide enough flesh by sheer volume to put this matter to rest. It startled her, sent her head into spinning confusion while she gave up deeper to this all, awash in a distinct sense of chaos and frustration while she tried her best to learn her way into this mess.

She was awestruck by the firm warmth nestled in between her tits, marveling at the kind of cock that she and Ting An both could not overcome together. It enthralled her, fascinated her, filled her head with crazier ideas and passions while she threw herself into the burning hunger of this mess. She didn't understand how to hold herself together now, falling into stranger excitements and a throbbing passion that taught her only to lose herself. She was in deep, staring at Ting An while the smug woman flaunted her experience and her guidance. She’d already won; this was simply about flaunting it, about finding a woman who could match hero outrageously plump tits and pushing now for bonding across nations. They could have been on opposite ends of a war, but this invasion broke any thought of that. The Sakura Empire lost, but as the man they served groaned and relaxed in throbbing delight between their chests, she didn’t exactly feel like she'd lost.

The women continued their hungry motions, a steady up and down that Ting An set the cadence for, one that Kashino found it easy to follow along with in the slow procession of hungers taking her. She was in over her head, deeper into the throbbing urgency and desire of what this begged from her, and she was opening up to the dramatic possibility of madder, stranger, hotter lust.

"Imagine what he will do to your cunt after you warm him up with your fat tits," moaned Ting An. "When he can mating press you and play with these giant things while he goes. Fill his hands up with your big tits, and you'll never go wanting again. Doesn't that sound amazing? Black men are specimens like absolutely no other men are, and you aren't even titfucking the biggest black cock they brought. He's still making your chest look modest by comparison."

"Bigger," whined Kashino, eyes rolling back, lip vanishing between her teeth. She imagined an even bigger, blacker cock between her tits, imagined the sheer scope of lust and ruin that could seize her if she were that deep down into this madness. She was obsessed, frustrated, confused beyond all sense by the reach of pure ruin taking her, and she had nothing to do but give up completely to the overbearing hungers that accompanied it now.

"Bigger," agreed Ting An with a wistful, dreamy sigh.

"Bigger," they said in unison, pillowy tits working to bring him to an overwhelming and erupting end as his cock gushed out in hot spurts of molten spectacle, sticky and aggressive and overwhelming to take on. This was a mess, a fucking disaster of sticky, hot spunk splattering all over them, drenching them both in the eruption that Ting An had come to take for granted, but with Kashino was utterly awestruck by. As if she needed another reason to believe in black dominance, the volume of hot, sticky cum making a grand mess of her and Ting An's chests combined was proof of something amazing. That one man could make all of this mess fascinated her, and left her trembling in deep, aching desire to feel more of it. She was sold, and ready to give her life now to an obsession with black cock that would never die.
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Off in the chambers of what should have been the most powerful woman in the Sakura Empire, Jamal was relentlessly balls deep in Amagi, mating pressing his new conquest into dizzy submission, her perfect body covered in cum while needy whines spilled from her lips and she offered a view of the new obsessions ripping across her body. "Buracku cawk make good girr go bad," she moaned, cross-eyed, debased, and never having felt more fulfilled than she did in that moment, her life irreparably changed for the better and teaching her only to fall victim to her own hungers. Her new commander was the perfect man, and she was in love. Genuine, burning love.

Yat Sen, like the good trophy slut she was, buried her face into Jamal's ass, sloppily rimming him while he played with his new toy. Her tongue slithered around his ass hole in relentless, obedient fever, preaching the sweet insanity of deeper obsession, of lustful hunger keeping up something beyond all control or sense. She was a good slut to her black master, obedient to the very end, even knowing that this new girl was likely going to be her chief competition now.

It was a sentiment shared even more by Enterprise in the corner, the white wife to the black captain, who had to watch as his lust for eastern pussy saw him pleasured by an Empery woman and an imperial bitch at once, all while she simply sat there telling herself that she was in control. She barked orders at the other gathered girls in the room to continue being in control and act like she was unmatched in that front, while knowing she was watching one of her husband’s trophies fume at being replaced by another.

"Deep in pussy," continued Amagi. "Big big cum. Creampie in hole, make me pregnant, big bureedo. I want buracku cawk arr day I good srut for buracku husband yes? I have baby for you." Her moans burst into a swell of throbbing and obsessive fascination as she gave up in full to it, a screaming mess letting go of self-control and embracing the throbbing passion of pure urgency and greed. She came her brains out now, giving up to the spectacle of hungrier, hotter passion while John buried his cock deep into her and flooded her womb with every shot of gooey spunk he could. Jamalmade sure to pump her nice and full, to breed his new trophy and revel in the sheer beauty of his new toy. She was going to be his, just like Yat Sen. Special above even the cocksleeve lovers he bounced between.

Yat Sen and Enterprise were just going to have to like it.

"Commander," came a voice at the door, and feverish knocking. Atago rushed toward the room, her legs and breasts drenched in cum from the orgy out front. "Commander, I have news."

"Speak," Jamal said, draining his cock slowly back from Amagi's hole and eyeing Atago, one of the beautiful traitors who had made tonight possible.

"News from the Royal Navy; the raid on the Iron Blood was a success."

Jamal smiled. "Good. Come lick my cock clean." He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Atago flung herself to her knees to service his cock and suck it clean, while Enterprise led the other girls in the room through rapturous cheers. The whole operation had been a rousing success; Azur Lane had been blacked and restored, and all they could do now was enjoy the moment and wait for more news to come from the western front about just how successfully those krauts had been shown the light of black supremacy.

Chapter Text

Timing was of the absolute essence for an operation as dangerous as a total unraveling of the Crimson Axis to make racist women betray their nations and their war for black men. News traveled fast and it was a miracle that the blacking of so many nations in Azur Lane had managed to fly under the radar; the Sakura Empire night raid would not be quiet and would not be subtle, no matter what measures were taken. There was supposed to be communication between the empire and the Iron Blood, and once they realized that all communications had been cut off and their base was under siege, it would raise alarms. Which was why, in the scheme of the grand plan, they knew that the only way they could pull this off would be to have the other nations of the Crimson Axis torn apart by race traitors on the same night.

The plan to get most of the navies of the Iron Blood, Sardegna Empire, and Vichya Dominion all into one room with a devious lie. The Royal Navy and Northern Parliament were 'looking to leave' Azur Lane, to betray their allies for the Crimson Axis, and the Iris Libre ships were looking to cross over and rejoin their sisters to reform the Iris Orthodoxy once more. It was a promising and tremendous announcement, one that demanded a 'neutral place' where the traitors could host those who they wished to join. it was a trap, of course, set up to lure them in to a place where they thought they would be safe and then set them up for a blacked orgy that would rip the foundation of their nations apart.

In a way, the Royal Navy had betrayed Azur Lane, but for black cock, and now they wanted their once-friends turned enemies to do the exact same.

'Neutral territory' turned out to be a hotel ballroom, with many women in fine dresses and looking good, a little extra something in the midst of diplomacy, making an occasion of it. In good faith and good spirits, the hope was that this would be the start of a new chapter for them, a chance to rekindle and to be sisters. The hotel itself was booked for the night for all the guests to maintain a sense of neutrality in making sure they weren't meeting on base or in anywhere that might give anyone an advantage. This was just a grand hotel, luxury and fine wine and good food, and everything was proceeding according to plan. Those in the know buzzed excitedly at the possibility of what was about to come crashing down and how beautiful it would all be; taken in tandem with the hopefully successful raid on the Sakura Empire base, soon everyone would be reunited in something that would be able to save the world and change it for the better.

The ball proceeded as planned, with nobody showing any suspicious that this was all a setup. That was vital, the important hope that kept everyone focused on the fun and on the warmth of this moment rather than on the pressures threatening them. The existential danger posed to the need for conquest these nations held as their driving belief system was sure to chafe against the radical ideals the women moving on against them held, but such was a price well wroth paying to put an end to the senselessness of war.

It was Bismarck, who wanted to keep a clear head due to the nature of diplomatic efforts going on here and therefore wasn't drinking, who first noticed one very odd quirk in this: all of the staff in the hotel were black. Every waiter, every doorman, every cook, every guard, even the musicians playing. Black, all of them. She found herself put on edge by that, her own racist vision leaving her very aware of it and not quite suspicious of her hosts, but certainly put off by all of it. "I can see one thing they will have to change immediately," she remarked to Prinz Eugen beside her while they sat and dined. "Too much dark skin here for my liking; they can be shipped off somewhere else."

"It's like all of that Eagle Union race-mixing in here," Prinz Eugen agreed. "We'll get rid of them and set them right. Then, we will be a united continent." She kept sipping at her drink in her slinky, gorgeous black dress, way too dolled up for this. "I can't believe I dressed up this nice and the only men around to appreciate it are black."

"Look good to look good," said Friedrich der Große, dressed in a black and gold kimono that had her tits just about ready to spill out, a gift from the Sakura Empire. "Let these men see what true, white beauty is like; it maybe more than they deserve, but it is a nice treat for them." She sipped more apprehensively at her drink, not rushing into anything while she drank. "You seem tense, Bismarck; you should have a drink."

Prinz Eugen noticed one of the men staring at her, and her eyes darted over to the others the table, ensuring they weren't noticing her when she flashed a smile and a nod toward him.

"Just uneasy with these men around," she said. "I can't drink while there's talks to be had, and if the Royal Navy thinks otherwise, then I will happy see them drunk and humiliated. Queen Elizabeth is little more than a child; let her advisors all be drunk, it will make our talks much more favorable for us." Her bitter cunning focused itself still on the hate stirring inside of her and on the hope she could get a productive meeting out of this situation, a gala she felt it impossible to enjoy once she'd laid her eyes on the men staffing it in full. Not a single white person tending to the event. Not one! It was so ridiculous as to be intentional, as if positioned to infuriate their racist guests. She would chew them out for it when they properly had their meeting.

Across the hall, Richelieu sat reunited with her sister, Jean Bart, and could not have been happier. "Please, drink more," she said, pouring more wine for Jean Bart. "It is a blessing to once more be with you. I want to celebrate it. Bless the Lord for our return."

Jean Bart accepted the glass and the toast. "Not sure god's got anything to do with this, you're just finally listening."

"No, the Lord definitely brought us together tonight, and through His gifts, we will never be apart again."

Nothing new for Jean Bart; she'd missed her sister, but maybe not her overbearing faith, something that seemed even more overbearing now than usual. Easing back in her seat and sipping the wine, she focused on taking the edge off, maybe more for some good, hard rum if she were being honest, but she took what she could get, especially where it made her sister a bit more bearable.

All the alcohol flowing free got the guests nice and loose, save for the most tense of the women from the Crimson Axis, especially the ones too racist and put off by so many black men around them to be comfortable drinking. Like Zara, who sat amid some of the other Sardegnan ships all reveling in wine and sweet liqueurs, while she dealt with the utterly nerve-wracking agony of knowing there was one off to the side who kept looking at her. She hated how it made her feel, put on the spot and wondering how to get out of here without being noticed. She wanted to slip away and get to peace and freedom without any concern for the scrutiny and attention from any black man. The racist hip couldn’t relax, and wasn't too happy that the others were drinking so easy.

"Pola, how can you drink when we’re surrounded by all these--" she hissed. "It's dangerous. Who knows what they might do to vulnerable women?" Zara had a reputation for being kind and considerate, all of which went away when in ‘mixed company’. Her racist side shone right through.

"Relax," sighed Pola, prodding at her sister. "We're going to be fine. They're just black men; with the other nations joining the Crimson Axis, we're safe here. Nothing will happen to us."

It was a thought she would have liked to believe, but the nagging pressures kept Zara from finding the comfort she needed, fraying under the worries and uncertainty with all of this. She looked over to the Northern Parliament women especially and found them to be so 'comfortable' that they were doing what was expected of them; drinking themselves under the table and being loud. Zara didn't like this, but maybe her sister was right. Maybe she was overreacting.

But they were in fact not safe at fucking all. For many reasons, but at the most pressing and immediate was the fact that their drinks were all spiked, bottles compromised with a potent aphrodisiac worming its way now through the systems of all the women partaking, which was most of them. For the blacked Azur Lane girls, it was simply a way to loosen up and get their bodies primed for all the rapturous fun awaiting them. But for the Crimson Axis girls soon to get the racism fucked out of them, it was a way to make their bodies and minds more pliable and accepting of the pleasure soon to be forced upon them, an effort to not make it quite as brutal as the efforts being hatched to fight the Sakura Empire under the leadership of the American commander wed to Enterprise. Under the guidance of Queen Elizabeth, they hatched a slightly kinder plan on that front.

Not too kind though; thee was bound to be a lot of rape.

As the drink began to threaten the composure of the women gathered, the effects came on in a slow-creeping urgency, the gradual escalation of a heat within their bodies that continued to rile them up. It was a haunting, frustrating thought distant in their minds. There was no direction or outlet for it yet, just the haunting shiver of something not being quite right, a slowly encroaching desire that didn't make a lot of sense, but was buried well enough under the booze that nobody would realized they were interminably horny until it was already too late to stop it. Such was the elegance of the plan to help ease their Crimson Axis neighbors into acceptance and pliability. Everything went smoothly, perhaps too smoothly given the pressures coming on so strong and the expectations soon to take everyone deep.

The actual ball floor was fairly sparse, which made it all the more surprising when a drunk Charybdis and Scylla pulled one of the waiters from his duty and began to dance with him, drunkenly giggling and fondling him, feeling up his strong body and whispering all manner of things into his ear. The sisters were shameless in ways that drew way too much attention to them. Even the non-paranoid girls had to take notice of that, and then of how many of the women around them supposedly betraying Azur Lane to come join the Crimson Axis began to leave to their rooms hand in hand with black men. That was unacceptable for any woman who wished to pledge herself to the Crimson Axis, but the women seemed dizzily, tipsily unable to care. Something was up.

But the liquor was flowing, and as if they'd been given the green light, black men began to single out lone Crimson Axis girls scattered around the ball room. At tables, by the punch bowl, lingering on the fringes. Men who didn't care about getting too handsy with women without permission It was an abrupt shift in the tone and the sense of this all. Then more men approached the busy tables, and before long, there was a lot going on that the chemical smoothness of the alcohol and what it was laced with was meant to help make happen.

It was Littorio who fell victim first to black attention among the Crimson Axis. Her dress seemed impossible to contain her luscious breasts, and indeed, the cups that held her tats n place were easily yanked away as she was pushed down to her knees and her plump titties were quickly wrapped around the fattest slab of cock meat she had ever seen. Squishing her tits together in hopeless, gasping awe, she rumbled, "My commander doesn't have a cock half as big as this one. How did I ever let him fuck my beautiful breasts when I can do so much more?" Her voice trembled, eyes wide as she stared up at the man in the midst of her sloppy, reckless work with her tits along his cock.

Desperately pushing on needier and hotter, she felt it impossible to hold back the pleasure. Something burned within her that she couldn't fully understand, but the fog in her head didn't bother her one bit while she worked to indulge in the hopeless embrace of this mess. Her breasts were always such a front and center beauty, something she knew she could use to tempt men's attention, but never would she have imagined wanting a black man’s attention before now. Before he unveiled such a massive cock before her and induced a shaky throb of pleasures and desires too blissful for her to be able to ignore.

"Do my breasts feel good?" she asked, panting harder, leaning down and running her tongue along the head of his tremendous cock. "It's too big for my breasts to swallow up. Is this what interracial sex is like? I've only ever been with other Sardegnan men before, full blooded, pure, but... Mm, not so big as this. Never anything close." She was awestruck by his size and by what it inspired in her, an all new frontier of fascination and thought that she struggled to understand, but the deeper she fell into it, the more open she became to the idea of giving up even deeper still. Everything was simple, focused on making her feel good, and forced her into a crumbling excitement she could do nothing about.

"They feel great. Big, white tits are made for big, black cocks." He gripped her shoulder for leverage, rocking forward and adding to the pressure, getting his other hand onto her head and using it to urge her down. With little retort or hesitation, she sank forward, sucking his cock into her mouth and going for the urgency and the hunger of dizzying pleasure and excitement, moaning in sweet excitement around his cock head while she began her slurping, sloppy attention now all over his dick. Sucking noisily around his head, she hastened the pace of shaking her tits along his shaft, rushing toward an increasingly pressing orgasm with a senseless ache of pure euphoria and warmth. This made so little sense now to Littorio, but the deeper she gave in to it, the better she felt, a slide into the slow burn of a pleasure she could do nothing but fully accept.

All Littorio could think about while offering her perfect chest up to him was how good it must feel to have a black cock pounding deep into her cunt. Shaky, shameless, fixated on getting him to cum and then finding out what kind of a stretch job this monster dick was capable of, she raced faster toward the overbearing lusts all guiding her down, wanting to know what she was missing out on. That there were so many of her fellow kansen staring at her was irrelevant, out of her mind while she grew more and more fixated on what was in front of her, on what mattered most.

Consumed by desire and rendered a dizzy wreck by all the crushing lusts taking hold of her, there felt like nothing but pure joy now for Littorio, a slide into the crushing passions and the excitements that got to work at wearing her down, grinding away at thoughts that struggled to process the sheer weight of what was hitting her. There was no reason to be careful or to be steady. She felt herself losing focus, indulging in the intoxicating passion and the warmth that she needed more and more of. It was such a wild pleasure here to want more of. There was little time to pace out what was happening to her, but the burning, all-consuming greed of letting go kept Littorio feeling better as she raced him to completion, fascinated by black cock and loving her first taste of it. The spinning in her head made it so simple to let go and to just want to accept what was going on, and to fall victim to her own needs in the process.

When he came, he blasted a load across Littorio that captivated her beyond sense, made her call out in pure shock and excitement as the hot ropes of sticky, molten spunk splattered across her face and painted her a new kind of sticky mess. She was awestruck, gasping out through the chaos and the haze of surrender as she received all of it, awash in shuddering frustrations and a sense of utter fascination as she looked up toward him, burning in embarrassment at its most raw. Hot spurts of sticky spunk clung to her all over, and she felt herself in a shuddering fit of wild delight, euphoria holding her tight in its clutches. She was too tipsy to understand, but she was now oddly open to anything more to follow.

Lützow's slinky black dress left a lot of its trim on the floor, which ended up providing something to lie atop with her pale legs up high in the air and a man ramming down between them. The confused, drunken ship gasped out in her confusion. "Why are you on top of me?" while he mating pressed her, boundless confusion ripping from her any real precision or sense. She was powerless, dress struggling to contain her flopping tits while the mighty thrusts did their work to ruin her focus. She felt trapped under this heaving, muscular foreigner, her body awash in confusions that she struggled now to understand and wrap her thoughts around while being so utterly ravaged. "I don't fuck black men."

"Then why are you?" he teased, pounding confidently into her cunt and reaming her with a focused urgency that made him feel hotter and happier about wearing her down. The unstoppable vigor behind his thrusts kept Lützow powerless, her head spinning through the wickedness and the weight of embarrassments she had no idea how to contain. Gasps of throbbing excitement wore impatiently and madly at her thoughts. "This racist pussy seems like it likes it."

Gasps of offense and confusion spilled from Lützow, but no concrete arguments against it followed. She continued only to melt into gooey confusion while the thick cock ruined her, focused on making a grander, hotter mess now of her body, training her to give in deeper and hotter and louder to all the clumsy moans wearing her down. Lutzow had no idea how to guard against the crushing lusts getting the better of her, an insistence making her feel lost to the greedy churn of embarrassment and lust that continued its wicked grind down against her focus. It was all meant to undermine her, and she felt lost under its focus. "I--I will n—you will will not speak to me that way." But her legs pressed tighter against his sides as she sought her anger, and the crushing attentions became harder to make sense of, a collapse of all dignity and reason taking her ever lower into something insane.

Every thrust undermined her, grinding down at Lützow's drunken anger, turning her objections into shaky moans and an aimless swell of desire growing messier inside of her, an ache from within that pushed her to keep faltering, keep sliding deeper into things she had no idea how to manage, but with each second passing her by, she fell deeper victim to the pleasures wearing her down. There was nothing she could do to grasp the ugliness sending her deeper into spirals of pure shame, with the fat cock dominating her so utterly, pushing her to feel the weight of senseless and crushing lust. She had no idea how to contain these shaky feelings, but the more she received of his cock, the deeper she fell. Struggles to make sense now of this mess left her in a place she couldn’t grasp, but as her drunk, drugged body responded hotter to the flares of greed upon her, it all began to feel oddly enticing, working her into a spot of pure acceptance that continued to work its senseless magic.

A magic that made her moan out louder, sloppy and hazy and filled with confusions that made her struggle. A black man was not supposed to be able to bring her pleasure like this, the proud white woman in shaken panic while receiving such relentless focus and such glorious desire. Moans were fucked out of her that sounded more and more like a thrill of mad confusion, like an ache she was powerless to understand or fight off, growing more and more distressed as each thrust brought her deeper into the throes of senseless satisfaction. It wasn't right, but within its wrongness came something incredible. The undermining confusions and shames all wore at her now with an enduring, burning crush of greed she had no idea how to navigate, struggling to understand the downfall wearing at her harder, making her head spin and making her body surrender deeper.

It was an incredible burn of pure excitement, undermining everything that Lützow understood about herself and growing more frantically obsessed with the intense and intoxicating pulse of despair that taught her to give in. The pleasure overwhelmed her, made her call out in groaning fury. Right and wrong switched places inside of her, her understanding of this situation melting into something different mad more profoundly ruinous, the wreckage of an obsessive hunger making her feel the weight of what she was capable of and how ready she was to earnestly fall to fucking pieces, learning the hard way how far she could fall now into this beautiful madness.

In front of so many of her peers and knowing her dignity would not remain intact, pleasure broke across Lützow and she was sent into spiraling bliss, begging, "Cum inside of your race traitor whore!" The break was instant and it was intense, a shudder of pure warmth leaving her to fall apart and to accept the new frontier of madness breaking across her. There was no dignity within her, nothing left but purity, obsession, and a need to collapse. For her surrender, she was rewarded with a blast of molten cum deep into her waiting hole, a plunge into the obedience and obsession of losing herself, allowing control to melt away in a fit of pure relief and satisfaction. It was everything to her.

All around the ballroom, women were succumbing to the curious surrender of embracing the pulsing hunger of something that pulled them in deeper. Temptation and chemical influence pulled people to act on impulses, and the overbearing and handsy efforts of men who were a bit too direct to accept 'no' as an answer helped the situation fall quickly apart in ways that the women were too weak to resist. Pale, needy women were dragged into the overbearing demand of hunger, white flesh for black men. The host nation women weren't too shy about it either, uniting in with the men and even crossing the ballroom to get to a specific favorited partner, with too blatant a show for there to be any doubt about how intentional all of this was.

"This isn't right," Bismarck said, looking around in utter confusion at the sight before her, at the gleeful attention that many Royal Navy women seemed to pay over to the table and to the mess coming. "No. Something here is--the Royal Navy have betrayed our fleet. This was a trap." Furiously, she stood up, only for Prinz Eugen to seize hold of her and pull her into a kiss. An abrupt, senseless kiss that spat a mouthful of drugged wine into her mouth and down her throat. Bismarck choked on it and shook in reeling confusion, only for men to come up behind her and seize her arms, for the moment to spiral into total chaos. "Prinz Eugen?"

"The Crimson Axis ends tonight," purred Prinz Eugen. "We are the Blacked Axis now, my leader."
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Scylla and Charybdis were the first to retire to their rooms for the night and the first to indulge in the treat of their all-night black guest, the sisters taking up a room with a king sized bed together so they could get stacked on top of one another and fucked back and forth by the eager man starting in on their bodies without a shame. Deep, indulgent pushes started up in throbbing earnest to begin the pleasure of using their bodies, the unstoppable firmness and urgency of simple lusts.

"It's so much better to be here with two lovely ladies than in a room full of awful racists isn't it, master?" asked Scylla, heaving atop her sister and fawning over her tits while the thick cock rammed into her. "Those Crimson Axis women have to learn how to love and respect black men, but us? We know our masters are black men, all of them, and we know to submit. Use our bodies, reward us for being such good, devoted servants to our masters."

"We clean your rooms, your cocks, and in return, you fuck us like animals!" gasped Charybdis in steady agreement. "Any task, anywhere. That’s my motto as Dido-class ship and as a maid. As a snowbunny. As a black cock addict." She happily lost herself to making out with her sister in the fawning passions taking hold of her, eager to continue slipping ever deeper into the reckless obsessions getting to her. With each motion of her body in frantic panic, she continued only to sink into hotter appreciation, loving what was happening to her in its fullest expressions of wild derangement and madness.

The man who would be their master for the night was happy to feed into this chaos even while their passionate howls got more desperate, captivated by their luscious bodies heaving against him in stacked-up obsession. There was nothing but utter desire and warmth to be found in giving so readily in to this all. There was only beautiful chaos here, fanatical sweeps of lust continuing to build up their hotter threats, demands and aches that escalated far beyond reason. There was only noise and momentum and the earnest bliss of dizzy lust to give in to here, all of this pleasure focusing itself squarely on the simple need to let sense melt away.

The sisters were noisy, brash, happy to be taken deeper into these relentless pleasures and focused on the simple joy of being swapped and indulged in, fucked without a care in back and forth indulgence. Black cock was the key to making them feel better, to making both kansen moan out in hopeless ecstasy, craving the deeper slide into this pleasure. Their bodies moved with throbbing, relentless passion, an instinctual push into the deepest of warmths and the most addictive of delights. Black cock had a way of making the girls fall beautifully to pieces, making them want to accept the simplicity and the hunger of losing control fully.

Any good Royal Navy girl had given herself to black men already. The fleet was blacked to the point of obsession, each ship girl fully lost to the ecstasies and the desires of losing control, giving in to the simple and earnest warmth ripping across them, the unstoppable bliss of letting go of anything they could be for the sake of pure delight. Smouldering warmth and hunger continued to ravage her with unstoppable excitement, the pleasure and the warmth that continued on with a sense of crushing excitement. The earnest truth of their lives since the Eagle Union brought over their 'friends' was one of pure satisfaction and throbbing, endless decadence. A beautiful, deepening bliss endlessly focused on bringing them to the depths of wild satisfaction, a true and pure excitement to keep them needing more. Stacked up and fucked in their incestuous make-out session, Scylla and Charybdis were awash in the beautiful passion and sinful warmth that came from being stuffed so fucking full of black dick.

Switching between them and reveling in his luck with the two hopeless snowbunny whores broken in front of him, he kept up his relentless indulgences, thrusting and pounding and fucking without a care, using their bodies for his most vigorous and vicious of attentions, pushing for the merciless passion to keep wanting more of. Their moans became an inescapable sweep of burning chaos, of lust, of noises and howls that let them give up completely to the simple burn of their hottest lusts now. They came hard together, screaming out in the euphoria and the hunger of losing control, while the man railing them pumped a load into each of their cunts and made sure to give them everything he could. A long night sat ahead for them and they were ready to give in to fucking all of it.
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Leaned over a table with her big ass up and begging for it, Drake called out, "I'll be your favorite whore!" as she received a thick cock rammed deep up her backdoor. The bottom-heavy Royal Navy girl was happy to be where she belonged: bent forward for black. It was an all-consuming burn of pure spectacle, the beautifully deranged heat of submission to black men. Drake's big ass was one she knew that they loved, having long since learned to use it as an effective means of luring in attention from them and getting what she needed most, embracing the smothering passion and the delight of deeper, wilder obsession. This was perfection now for Drake, and she didn’t mind being made a public spectacle in all of the chaos, wanting to really appreciate the crashing, crushing warmth of giving in, jerking back and forth against all these pressures and all of their most demanding of desires now.

The man happily drilled into her, clutching her round, pale cheeks while hammering forward, letting the pleasure carry him into these wild attentions, building up with a wicked need to keep going and to relish in just how relentless this could all get. "You already are," he promised, clutching onto her tight. "There's a whole room full of women just waiting to get blacked, and I’m here with the old familiar, aren't I?" He didn’t say it like that was a problem, ploughing her harder while reaffirming the aggressive needs taking him further along, a deepening appreciation for the simple need to keep laying into her and letting go. It was certainly the promising ache of what she needed, carrying the deeper pleasures making Drake feel better and better about her rapid downfall, a hastening crash into things she was unable to make sense of or try to escape, an irrational slide into this brilliant mess while giving up deeper. Loud, reckless passion got the better of her here, pulsating delights leaving her only to keep needing more, a sweet wreck of sloppiness and hunger driving her up the wall with desire.

Drake clutched the table, one of the first Royal Navy girls to give in to temptation, and loud about it knowing it would trigger a rapid downfall all around the place, and hopefully shake some of the more lustful Crimson Axis guests into action. Whatever the hope was, though, it was subservient to the real draw of this all: getting fucked absolutely stupid and left to scream out in mad, senseless passion while she got reamed. Nothing but uncontrollable warmth and obsession guiding her to let it all out, the pleasures she was noisy and aggressive about letting ravage her. She felt the uncontrollable storm guide her deep, the pleasures earnest in what they demanded from her to keep her in action, and she was happy to take them all in the midst of her guts getting pounded and the sweet crash that followed.

Crashing with hazy, desperate intent back and forth, Drake continued to relish in the satisfaction hitting her, to be loud and shameless while getting her ass reamed by such a man. "Black is the best. They know how to please a woman like white men never can. No white man has ever been able to handle my ass!" Here wails of sweet satisfaction rang out in wilder pushes for more, the crushing insanity and the chaos keeping her in a place where all she could think about was her need to fall the fuck to pieces. The unstoppable and uncontrollable warmth of losing herself compelled her only deeper, the ever-wilder burn of pleasures that didn't leave her with a moment for sense. She loved all of it, every second of these molten desires stormy and insistent, keeping her in a place where all she could think about was how ready she felt to let go of everything she knew.

Drake liked it simple and liked it hard, and nothing beat fucking black men on either count. Her crash into this senseless greed and obsession kept her louder and more focused on how good it felt. There was something about the fundamental ache of these lusts that just hit her perfectly, a head-on collision with reality that made Drake revel in just how ready she was to fall to pieces, and all she needed was this chance to let it all go. Pleasure and peace and a sense of complete derangement spiraled now through her body, and her earnest collapse into its welcoming embrace kept her losing her mind. It felt too good, so draining and so desperate in what it offered her. She was eager to give in to it all, the dissolution of her thoughts and a senseless rush of pleasure at its purest. Throwing back to meet every stroke and to give up to the earnest collapse of her dignity, she let her downfall come on hard and steady, the spectacular surge of pleasures driving her crazy without a shred of calm now, the indulgence she gave up to in mindless, howling joy as her climax hit. Her guts were flooded with cum, and she was a loud, shameless example of the shining bliss black men could offer a white woman.

All of the black support staff in the Iris Libre had a joke about Brest; she was worth exactly what her name was, and her pale, plush, pillowy tits were indeed a favorite among them. The lucky guy to reach Brest first got her onto her knees for a reverse paizuri, shoving the blonde's lovely face into his dark ass and nestling his cock down into her overwhelming cleavage. Fortunately for all those black men and their love of curvy white women, Brest was all too happy with the arrangements that saw her serving up these titfucks; calling each of them her 'champion' while tonguefucking their ass holes like a good servant to their glory. She had found herself deeply obsessed with black men, believing each of them to be worthy and to be great, to be in need of the deepest of devotions to their 'journeys'. Each push toward the intoxicating lust upon her was a sliding, senseless throb of pure wickedness, feelings of obsession and desire all rushing across her body and worked in sloppy time to make her an absolute wreck who pushed on with only one care in mind and a need to be taken and conquered fully.

"Yeah, that's it, I'm your champion," said the man standing over her, thrusting down into her cleavage while her sloppy make-out session with his ass hole made clear the depths of what she offered men like him. He received it all with a burning need only for more, relaxed into the joy of letting her indecently service him. The location hardly mattered when her pillowy tits could wrap so softly around his cock, held in snug by her dress and squished in to provide coverage and tightness like he couldn't resist. Not one black man who tried Brest's breasts could deny something about them just felt amazing, even amid the many top-heavy ships who were around and constantly ready to offer their bodies in any way. Iris Libre women were plentiful and many were the exact profile that these imported men from the Eagle Union wanted: curvy, pale, and submissive. Brest was the ideal of that, the man happily using her body knew it.

Everything she did helped him using her relish in that, the sensation of a simple pleasure keeping him in a good place to simply let go of sense, uncontrollable lusts in the throes of this escalating with a steady push only for more. Brest peacefully worked to accept her place and to revere every black champion who came to her, wanting to give them only the deepest of her praises on their journey. Her kindness shone through and the selfless insistence of her loving caresses only helped settle that pleasure down firmer, with her tongue probing in deeper. Every lick and slither was a gesture of deep love, the focused efforts of a woman who ceded her breasts to his strokes while working at the hotter, more urgent passions guiding her. The pleasure lit up with an endless smoulder of pure warmth, the obsessive worries that kept her settled in to a place of wilder hunger.

"I love the way white women kiss," the man groaned, his head rolling back and his hips thrusting down quicker, a hasty insistence keeping him in action and wildly losing his focus to the pleasures all building with unquenchable excitement within him. His thrusts were firmer, wilder, seeking the steady line of unstoppable lust and a warmth carrying him to keep savouring every second of this sloppy euphoria. Maddening lusts carried him along, kept him in a fit of pure greed and a deeper heat making him love everything about just how reckless this could all get.

Keeping up the pace in drooly, sloppy passion, the continued revelry and obsession she showed off was only getting better, inviting her to let the fascination carry her to something unstoppable and maddening, the sweeter and hotter of these pleasures. It made her feel incredible, kept her guided along in a fit of pure warmth and desire obsessive enough for her to want to really lose herself to all of it. This felt like too much to wrap her head around, but within it was the core of just what she needed ,every craving focusing in on the simple need to let go of all control. It was too much, a relentless ache she felt herself beholden to even deeper with each pass. There felt like nothing reasonable or dignified to any of this, a pleasure she sank ever lower in to, sliding deeper through feelings of pure madness and obsession that continued to captivate her.

The sloppy sounds she made were simply an expression of her deepest desires, of the lust ripping madly across her. Everything that Brest offered up to this man was worth the world, an expression of the intoxicating heat dizzily demanding more from her, pushing her thoughts out of the way and leaving only the mad simplicity and the hunger of a satisfaction ceaseless in its deepest warmths and inviting her to let it all go. Her passionate efforts rewarded him with the simple joy of letting him cum down her cleavage in the embrace of simplistic lusts and a passion beyond all control now. Her tongue moved with precision and shamelessness to prod at his prostate and ensure she milked every drop of cum she could from his heavy, fertile nuts.

Black men encircled the table with the Iron Blood leaders sat at; Friedrich der Große was dragged quickly away to isolate Bismarck and Prinz Eugen, only for Prinz Eugen to climb onto a table, hiking up her lovely dress and exposing the spade tattooed on her soft thigh just in time to then wrap those thighs around the waist of the hung stud who pushed forward to claim her. "I betrayed our nation for black cock!" Prinz Eugen proclaimed. Her body heaved and shivered while she was made into an example for her navy's leader, the most racist and powerful of the whole fleet now forced to witness one of her ships betraying her right off the bat. "I sold us out to the Royal Navy. They cornered me, raped me until I broke, and taught me how much better black men are. I was happy to tell them all our secrets and to help organize this meeting for you, not to bring them in, but to have our fleet blacked!"

"You treacherous whore!" yelled Bismarck, leaping from her seat, only for her arms to get yanked behind her back. "You race traitor. Why would you betray our fleet by selling us out to?" She struggled against the two men holding her back and keeping her in place, ensuring she could do nothing to escape this.

"Because they feel. So. Fucking. Good!" Prinz Eugen gasped out happily with her arms pulled back, fucked prison guard style over the table with a cross-eyed and gooey sense of pure obsession racing now through her. "Because I want to be bred black. I want to betray my race for black men, and have so many babies, I want to be just like the Eagle Union whores who've ruined their white genes by race mixing. I want to see my own nation fall to lust. We deserve it. We deserve the best men. The true fate of white women is to take the perfect mates and let them turn us into their doting whore wives!" Her voice rang out in shameless delight. "Every other nation but ours is doing it. The Crimson Axis is dwindling, and as we speak, those eastern sluts are being converted, too. The world is going black and I will not let us be left behind."

Every stroke from the man fucking her was a relentless storm to keep her giving in, the persistence and the heat to keep up something beyond sense. Prinz Eugen, the ever-earnest traitor, made sure to be loud, rubbing her submission into her leader's face, reveling in the chance to prove that she was an earnest new believer in black dominance. Chaotic, shameless moans carried her to keep lusting after these relentless passions, an aching chaos throbbing madder through her veins. She made the most of the simplistic and wicked bliss ripping across her, spectacular surges of a hunger that brought her ever lower into the depths of pure obsession. Prinz Eugen was obsessed with giving in to this, letting her true colours shine whine getting thrown into delirium, breasts bouncing about madly, her body on display for Bismarck as a show of total disdain.

And it worked. Furious and racist as could be, Bismarck had plenty of things to scream while she watched Prinz Eugen get dicked down by a black man. It was infuriating, the worst of imaginable sights. One of the closest confidants betrayed them, and now was happy to show that off, to flaunt her surrender and her obsessions in the mess of pure warmth taking her. It was wrong to behold, infuriating beyond sense and guiding Bismarck's shouts, even if they felt deeply futile with no way to make sense of them, a crushing misery built on the confrontational misery of knowing that she was trapped here. These men surrounding her ensured that she could do nothing to escape nay of this, falling into desperate, dizzy shame with less and less hope for her escape. There wasn't any way to make this better, wasn't any escape for her to help her make this better. Only the crushing reality of wild defeat.

But Prinz Eugen's moans were eager and they were hopeless, an escalation into pure warmth and passion while she got reamed, the thorough slide into derangement and euphoria, into pleasures keeping her wanting more and more of this simple passion now. It brought her into depths she refused to try to escape from, the sweet collapse of everything within her. The pleasure was too much, such a wild mess of passion and insanity leaving her in a place where she just couldn't escape this. "Rape my womb black. Fuck me deep. Defile me. Defile me in front of my leader so she can see the pleasure on my face, and know what will await her when she gets blacked."

"I will never!" Bismarck screamed, trying to wrestle her way out of these men’s grip, a gesture that failed, leaving her to thrash and flail about in growing panic, an uncontrollable embarrassment she continued to fall deeper in to. The crushing worries left her in a place she remained unable to manage, falling in to the worsening pressures that continued to push her deeper. Bismarck felt powerless, the most powerful woman in the Iron Blood left a weak, captive mess watching on in disgust at the sheer spectacle of this. She had nothing but anger inside of her, the bubbling fury that had her thrashing around.

And Prinz Eugen laughed at all of it. "I don't care about your judgment. You'll be just as bad as me soon. That wine I spat into your mouth was drugged. Can you feel the fire in you? The need? You're getting wet watching me take black cock, and you won't be able to resist it for long. And when you break, you'll be apologizing to me. You'll be so ready to beg for more!" She continued her needier moans, the hotter passion sweeping without a care across her, the unstoppable passion and the heat she was doomed to give in to. The crushing excitement of uncontrollable submission continued to rip across her, pushing her to a ruinous climax that had her clutching at the tablecloth in writhing ecstasy. She came so hard under all this attention, the beautiful warmth making her fall irreparably into passion. Into glory.

Taking a raw load from the man on top of her sealed the deal, a sweeping bliss ripping her to pieces with an unreal pressure too beautiful to make sense now of this. It was just so good, and the gooey relief pulsed across Prinz Eugen, made her shiver in sweet ecstasy. "When does Bismarck get one of you lucky, black studs ploughing her?" she shrieked.

"Not until Hood gets here," one of them said. "We're under orders to wait for her."

"She wants to watch too? Mm, I don't blame her." Her smile grew, and the shivers through Prinz Eugen continued on in an endless burn of wild heat, the need carrying her to the utter limit.

Vittorio Veneto, the leader of the Saredegna Empire's fleet, had made a grave mistake in partaking of the generously offered wine and spirits, and found herself not just drunk and drugged up, but burning with such a powerful urgency that one black cock simply would not sate the fire now raging inside of her. In contrast to her Iron Blood counterpart being a furious bitch, Vittorio welcomed three black cocks into her holes at once, letting these generously endowed men fuck her airtight and surrendering to the brutal delights taking hold of her, embracing only the pleasures that felt like an overbearing, erratic mess meant to ruin her and put her into her place. back and forth her body jerked in aimless and obsessive desire, a delighted need only to let herself surrender to the simplicity and rawness of losing control. She had only one thought in her head now, desperate to keep surrendering to the throb of pure ruin awaiting her, eagerly lost and embracing things that became too grand to ignore.

A cock in each of her holes had her in spiraling obsession, the sweet delight of losing herself to the unreal and unruly obsessions that guided her deeper. There was nothing like it, the outrageous and maddening passion that left her in a place of screaming obsession, the madness and the warmth she continued to want more of. No restraint, no sense, just the overbearing greed that tore her thoughts to pieces. She'd never felt this good before, never understood the wild excitement that had her wanting to really give up to fucking all of it. No restraint, no reason to hold back, just unending desire and a sense of complete breakdown of self.

"Look at this little whore," said the man pounding into her mouth, his attentions pushing on rougher and wilder, so messy in its insistence and so ready to make this senseless mess fall apart. He pulled out of her mouth, rubbing his dick along her cheek. "Does black cock taste good?"

"So good," she whined. "It's unbecoming of me to say, but I crave more. I wish only for black men to violate my whole body from within and teach me my place!" She grabbed hold of the dick and guzzled it back down in hopeless greed, the passionate lusts keeping her in a place of hopeless obsession. Her plump, pale titties continued to bounce from the vigorous sway of her body in motion, an over the top urgency that carried her to crave only more motion and frantic passion. She was in a place of wild panic now, the obsession and the hunger leaving her to want to give up utterly. She scarfed down more cock, obsessive and hazy while letting the deepest reaches of her thoughts get the better of her now. It felt too good, like an ache of pleasures burning her up from within and drowning her in an obsessive need to lose control.

She kept embracing it, kept giving in hotter to the vocal bliss of losing herself. Thrashing back and forth, her ass and her cunt got filled up with so much dick, limits strained by the incredible power of black cock dominating submissive, fresh, white holes. Even if she said nothing in her storm of slurping and gagging, she continued only to lose her mind to the crushing euphoria, a hazy slide into surrender taking her ever deeper, making her crave the senseless satisfaction of losing her fucking mind. Vittorio Veneto could not hold it together, not even for her empire, and any sense of shame in the grand betrayal had fallen fully away, replaced only by the sweet warmth and crushing desire of obsessive needs, the craving and the hunger taking her ever lower into this mess, teaching her to let go of her dignity in exchange for pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

"Do you think these cow tits make milk?" laughed the man fucking her pussy, who happily buried his face into her heaving, floppy tits, letting the pleasure carry him into the uglier and greedier of desires. He was forceful as could be in his vulgar use of her body, in the chance to savour just how far he could push Vittorio into her shame. The complications and the persistence of what she gave in to now became lost on her as her mind trended instead into the gooey simplicity and the hunger of letting go, an uncontrollable need only to totally succumb now to this madness. Everything was so demanding, pushing her limits, clinging to something she was utterly powerless to process under the weight and heat of losing herself. The lack of control shook her and the throbbing haze of losing herself continued to bring her steadily lower.

"It'll make milk once we're done with her," said the last of the men, snickering his way into the wicked greed and the attentions keeping him wanting more of this senseless, sinful thrill. He needed to make the most of the pleasure all pushing him to the limit. Vittorio's body had to yield and break, because these men would not. Everything about this throbbing desire made her head spin into gooey, ruinous euphoria. She couldn't care about the reality of this crushing insanity while so readily falling to pieces, the sweetening excitement pushing her thoughts to yield, making her struggle in throbbing bliss. Her body sang for more, sinking into the senseless greed and the careless greed taking her to a new place of pure insanity. Euphoric urgency ripped her thoughts apart. This was too much, all these black men united in the sole aim of violating her down to her fucking core, ripping her to pieces in beautiful efforts to break her the fuck apart.

It was too good to be real, too beautiful, and it led Vittorio down a path into throbbing ecstasy when she came her brains out and let these wicked lusts do her in. She let it all go, embracing the hunger and the spectacle with an unfocused need only to lose herself, mindless beyond control and welcoming her downfall with a beautifully committed desire to break. It was too good. All of it. The pleasure was unrelenting and it offered her a chance to fall into beautiful surrender, obsessed with the simple need to break and to give in. There was nothing decent or sensible about all of this, the chaos building without control. There was so much sweet insanity to these chaotic aches, to the lust ripping through her in pulsing obsession. It was all too much, but it fed something deeply obsessive and hungry, a craving and a need that made her surrender to the deepening power of her most frenzied passions.

When they came, it was into all of her holes at once, a grand crash into gooey surrender on her part that tore hard across Littorio Veneto. Quivering, crushing bliss and orgasmic warmth taught her something she couldn’t grasp, something that she’d never known before, and within that ache of radiance and bliss came the hazy relief and the euphoria of knowing that this was precisely what she needed in her life. The beautiful and inescapable warmth of letting go offered her everything she could have asked for, flooded with jizz and taught the sweet depths of a pleasure senseless and simple enough for her to want to fall completely apart now. It was perfection, and it was enough to make her revel in the senseless joy of realizing that her fleet was worth betraying for black cock, and black cock alone.

Kursk held a bottle of vodka in one hand and a black cock in the other, not saying a word as she alternated between deepthroating the huge, black dick in front of her, and chugging some vodka down her throat. Gluk-ing and glug-ing in equal measure while she threw herself with silent aggression into the indulgence of what she craved. She had no intention of speaking to any of the men she'd fuck tonight. There was no need to. Ever the lone wolf, she accepted that her solitude came with some flexibility when it came to the joys of taking black cock, exceptions carved out for company where the rule was that she wasn't going to talk, wasn't going to bond, wasn't going to show any intimacy or warmth, but she was going to put out and be a gorgeous, pale, northern bitch any black man could use freely. There was no formal hooking up going on, but instead the offering of her body to any who wanted a piece.

So this one stepping up to plug her mouth up with his fat cock was a welcome treat for her to indulge in between sips of vodka, an insistent push toward all of the hottest and wildest now of pleasures, an aching urgency carrying with it the pure excitement of anything he could get. For as pent up and grumpy as she was, Kursk was an absolute fiend with her throat in pushing forward with mad urgency to embrace the simple burn of greed and the hunger she was determined to go for. Everything she did was a push into the maddest of attentions. She sated her cravings like a proper stoic woman should, drool dripping from her lips and the burn of vodka at her throat while she rubbed it raw with a thick cock stretching it out. She was unstoppable here, throwing herself into this hungry persistence without a shame and having her way happily with this mess.

Stepping up to have his fun, another man availed himself of her body, pushing her up and slipping himself into her chair to set her onto his lap. Wordlessly she began to bounce on him, keeping a steady and insistent pace without a care,. The drilling thrusts insisted themselves upon her without a care, leaving her to thrash about in a wilder storm of dizzy passion. Kursk's hips got right to work at the indulgence of up and down fever, the panicked lust carrying her to want something direct and intense, committed to the spree of senseless hunger getting now to her. Kursk took on the addition of a second man steadily, letting the cocks have her at both ends while she acted in the dizzying passion of just letting go, an uncontrollable and focused push to keep craving the lusts getting to her and the overbearing, almost too-simple bliss of giving in.

Free use let Kursk get it both ways. Her body was able to keep taking all these fat cocks without any trouble, but also leaving everything so casual and open that she never had to fret over anything else in her way. All of her most wicked desires focused in on the simple delight of being dismissed and used, treated like a bunch of holes by these black studs and left to thrash in glorious disrespect and insanity while taking it all on. She had simple wants, desires that focused on the earnest need only to keep riding it out, to love everything about her downfall now. There wasn't anything she had to worry about in the sweet plunge she gave in to, pleasures simple and focused now on making her fall to pieces, to suffer in sweet madness under the ecstatic joy of receiving all of this wild attention. Kursk was in no hurry to lose herself to this, letting the pleasures wash over her in natural, escalating desire, the passion focused steadily on the joy of making her fall deeper, ruined by the simplicity of her needs and by the idea that her desires were there for her to be taken by in full.

There was only the simple, mind-melting ecstasy of losing herself now, the pleasures that shut down any rational thought in her brain, left her struggling through this. Her hazy efforts to keep herself from feeling any real affection left her in a weird spot when such physical desires washed over her, but the harder she got fucked, the less she fell into the solace of her bottle, instead committing with all she had into the pleasure of losing herself,. Smothering desires swept with tireless joy across her body, an invitation for her to keep losing herself to while being so hopelessly trapped now in the simplicity and passion of losing it. She sucked louder and harder, giving in to deepening swells of an obsessive simplicity, to the idea that what she needed most was to just let her thoughts fall away into a storm of beautiful chaos, of a madness she could do nothing to resist now. Even a lone wolf had to admit her love for black cock, treats no white woman could resist.

Treats that led to her chugging one load like the finest of drinks and taking another right into her womb. Maybe she wouldn't dare cling to a black man, but her inner walls did, begging in clear surrender to these terms and expressing the simple, clear surrenders taking her by storm. The pleasure was exhausting, awe-inspiring, and it left her in a place of utter surrender now, a mindless need only to be consumed.

"I wanted to be part of the Sakura Empire raid," proclaimed the man holding Peter Strasser down to the floor. A kimono she'd been gifted by the Sakura Empire now lay open and her luscious, pale body was exposed, breasts flopping about madly. "But seeing you, I don't mind so much having to fuck you bitches instead. " His taunting was reckless and greedy, but not as much as his thrusts were, their overbearing focus leaving Peter Strasser spiraling while she got fucked absolutely senseless.

"Don't you dare defile me, you pig, I am a pure woman and I will not be--ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Not very pure with this black dick in you, are you?" he asked, pawing at her breasts harder, reckless in his use of her body and the vulgar advances keeping him hungrily pushing for more. He continued to make her body twist in maddening surrender, an acceptance she was unable to fight off while each moan grew more impassioned within her. "You'll be whatever I want you to be.”

Peter Strasser was mortified and furious, but she was also getting fucked so hard that something in her just wasn't working right. Her thoughts were hopeless, struggling and confused, and within that came her acting without much control over herself. Inescapable and overbearing, she found herself giving in to this lust. “I’m a bitch. N-no, I’m your bitch!” She couldn't help it now, giving up to demands and degrading herself in a storm of wild surrender, learning the deepening truth of the shames within her and the need to submit to black cock that laid utter waste to her.

Unfortunately, Peter Strasser's reward for debasing herself was more pleasure. The grand ache of escalating passion taught her that this all felt good, waves of lust continuing to shudder across her body while she gave so happily up to the earnest madness of losing control. The remarkable heat building within her felt incredible, teaching her to keep craving these sensations at their most grounded and simple, a reward for her surrender that continued to break her down without a care for her dignity. Black cock was doing to Peter Strasser things that she couldn’t possibly fight off, an unignorable sweep of satisfaction senselessly ripping her to shreds with profound urgency, teaching her to keep letting go and to relish in the breakdown of all dignity within her.

But it paid off in an incredible way with the burst of wild ecstasy that ensued. Her climax was intense and fierce, a searing rush of heat breaking across her body and making her feel the wild, incredible depths she needed now, the crushing bliss and hunger she was doomed to accept as the only way forward. "Scream for me," he howled, groping shamelessly at her tits and reveling in the joy of making her fall fully to pieces in the shame of what he had done to her. She was powerless to do anything but give him what he wanted in a continued breakdown of her dignity, the fullest extent of her hopeless new obsession.

"...and to finally thank the Lord for bringing us back together, and for creating black men so that their cocks can reunite my sister and I, our nation, for good." Richelieu said her prayer in front of a black man’s ass over the sounds of her sister choking on his cock, and with her prayer finished, she dove in to begin her reckless worship of his hole, slithering her tongue around in mad sweeps of an urgent, insistent push to lose all fucking control. The pleasure was steady and up-front, a burn of wild satisfaction urging her to want to just let fucking go of herself. Her tongue slithered around in shameless pushes toward utter indulgence, the mania and frantic hunger of letting herself give earnestly in to all of this obsession now.

"Gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk," was Jean Bart's response. The leader of the Vichya Dominion, finally a leader out from under her sister's shadow, was now on her knees with a throat clogging black cock filling her up, and she was so horny and confused that she didn't know what to do with any of it. Her head spun out of control in wild aches of swelling, throbbing insistence. The pleasure was just so urgent and overbearing, pushing her to feel the frantic depths of what she could do nothing to fight off. Between her legs ached an incredible need, a burning haze only making this dramatic heat feel more pressing. The drugged wine drove Jean Bart up the wall with confusion and shame, the insistence and insanity of feelings she was stuck unable to process as anything but the ugly reality of feelings she had to admit and succumb to.

It felt good to suck on such a huge cock, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and a senseless greed carrying her away. The It was an overdramatic mess of burning passions for her to fall victim to, drool dripping down her chin and her eyes rolled back. Jean Bart could do nothing about the urgency sweeping across her, a sense of dizzying need ripping her to pieces, tearing asunder anything dignified or decent within her. All she felt was the crushing ugliness of a reality meant to rip her to pieces, and with each slurp and suck, she fell just a bit deeper still into an obsession she couldn't do anything about. Her slurping noises intensified, a distinct lack of argument for her leaving her to fall into these shameful attentions. Dizzy ruin swept across her, and she just had to keep sucking.

Richelieu saw black men as god-sent saviors to reunite the fractured Iris Orthodoxy and to repair her relationship with her sister when she led half the felt to join their Iron Blood conquerors in the Crimson Axis. Azur Lane had sheltered the Iris Libre fleet, but she deserved to return home, return to piety, and return to her sister. Black men made that possible, and now, as she slithered her tongue around his ass hole, this hung stud would help restore the family torn apart by this war. She devoted herself wholly to the urgency and obsession of giving in, throwing everything into deeper, hotter excitement. They could share him at both ends, sucking his cock and eating his ass in proper worship to these angels, to these truly blessed men. The black man shall inherit the earth.

The lucky stud standing over this all stood in receptive eagerness, receiving the tireless passion and aggression of their delight, clumsy attentions building in uncontrollable panic. The pleasure was so urgent and messy, the sloppiest of ecstasies and passion euphoric in their ugliness. He gripped Jean Bart's ponytail, using it to guide her along his cock but finding that she was growing more hopelessly steady with each gesture embracing the idea of losing control with unreal embarrassment and shame to this all. There was a pleasure to this that felt utterly mad. Jean Bart's submission was more and more intense with each pass, her thoughts gooey and focused only on the sweet satisfaction of losing herself, slipping further into confusion while sucking harder on the cock. He got the sisters to orally revere him at both ends, and he had nothing but utter satisfaction in the embrace now of all that madness.

Together, the sisters had this lucky man ready to blow, his cock pulsating hard in Jean Bart's throat and warning of what was to come. Dizzily feeling the ache between her legs burn brighter and hotter, the delirium upon Jean Bart was senseless enough for her to feel the weight of truly losing herself, the mindless passion and panic sure to rip her asunder. He bucked forward and pulled back, shoving his ass hard into Richelieu's face while blasting rope across Jean Bart's face. The leader of Vichya Dominion received the ugly spectacle of a hot facial for her to have to receive and to suffer under. Dizzily sucking down panicked breaths, she tried to deal with this and the weight of her hopeless frustrations, only to be yanked in for a sudden burst of aggression when Richelieu grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into a frantic kiss, sharing in the cum and making a mess of these simple delights, a warmth she couldn't possibly ignore now.

"Bless the lord with me," Richelieu begged.

"B-bless the lord," gasped Jean Bart, a woman about to be turned religious by black cock. It was finally something she was willing to be on her knees to worship.

Maybe Jean Bart was happy to be reuniting with her sister, but the very sober and very racist Zara had no such satisfaction about being shoved up on top of a table, legs pinned down against the strong chest of some shameless stud who held her down and fucked her regardless of how hard she screamed. Thrashing, stormy on the table, she howled, "I will have your head! I will not break for you like these women. I know they've been drugged somehow. You're taking advantage of them."

"Black cock feels so good!" screamed Pola beside her. "Sister, it's not rape. Its too good to be rape. I wish you could open your heart. You are so kind to all, why not to black men? Why can you not be nice to them? They deserve it."

"Because they're black," gasped Zara. "Uncivilized, brutish, violating our allies as we speak! I will not be kind to them. You can't make me!" Zara's softness was never further gone than it was now, thrashing about in anger and trying her best to ignore the sheer aggression of what rained down on her. She spat on the man pounding her, which earned her a slap and a push of her cheek down against the table and a hand on her throat. Deeper, wilder strokes sought to fuck some respect into her, making her struggle even harder through the chaos awaiting her, the crash into confusion and panic she was doomed to have to accept now.

"Please forgive my sister; she's too racist for her own good, but I will open my heart and my legs to you, and one day she will too, I promise. She's truly kind. She's loving." Pola committed herself hopelessly to this new drug, happy to continue giving in to the pleasure and to sink into hotter excitement, unraveling without any care for her sister's refusals and frustrations. Zara's anger could not get in the way of this situation and the mess awaiting her, but she was determined to keep it rolling, to keep building up on the hunger taking her.

Zara hissed through her anger, but underneath her bitter rage lay the shivers of Ex ecstasy, unwanted pleasure that had a funny way of working harder through her body while she fell ever lower into disarray, confused and furious and unable to articulate the throbbing rage within her with anything but the crushing reality of her downfall. The man fucking her may have had a harder time than most of the others did because Zara was stone sober, but he didn't let that stop him, keeping up the pace of greed and aggression building beyond restraint into pure chaos. Her body shook through such rapturous excitement, all of the dizziest and most threatening of passions ripping now across her. She was overwhelmed, drained and confused and struggling to hold on. She needed to be strong, believing that everyone deserved kindness, but not them. They were the enemy, the men of nations they were at war with. And yet the huge, throbbing cock plunging into herd cunt continued to hit her just right regardless, sending waves of shuddering bliss across her body and teaching her deeper and more hopeless surrenders as her thoughts fell to pieces and a collapse of beautiful warmth took her by storm.

To hear her sister be a shameless, loud race traitor beside her infuriated Zara, but that took her focus even more off of the threat between her legs, the growing ache of pleasure and hunger passionately demanding more from her with each second ticking on by. She felt trapped in this, a powerless wreck falling into dizzier shame while the cock ravaged her. She was losing so much ground, embarrassingly sliding into a heat building with certain chaos across her body. She had no idea how to contain it or how to stop these aches, but the deeper she fell, the more hopeless this became, indulging her in feelings that she continued to succumb to, body betraying her mind like her sister betrayed the Crimson Axis.

"Kiss me while you cum in me, please. I want to taste your lips. I want to be loved." Throwing her limbs around the man using her, Pola moaned out in sweet urgency for the chance to give in, uncontrollable hunger getting to her with a need for intimacy, aching with unreal passion and the desire to give up utterly. She wanted to be cared for, and the man fucking her obliged, leaning forward to kiss her with deep, adoring intent while he pumped a load into her. Pola's body shook in sweet fascination, legs quivering while they latched tight around his waist and she surrendered herself to the overbearing joy of losing all sense. She came hard and she came loud, and the kisses helped muffle that with smouldering affection.

That was what pushed Zara over the edge. She should have been angry at the man on top of her sister, but seeing him kiss her and seeing her happy changed that; Zara loved her sister above all else, protective of Pola, and something about seeing her be doted on and kissed just broke her. "If black men are kind to my sister, then--then I will be kind to black men!" she proclaimed, gasping out in confusion, only to be smothered by affection too, with kisses from the man on top of her, despite him just having slapped her. Wide-eyed and frustrated, Zara received the kiss and received a hot flood of fertile, black jizz pumped into her womb, sent into spiraling madness. She couldn't rationalize this treatment with her racist beliefs, resulting in a shattering of her thoughts. Something had to give, and under this much pleasure, it was going to have to be her mind.

"I'm sorry to all black men. I'll be nice. I'll be loving. I-I'll love black cock only, and Sardegnan men won't matter to me, I'll be so kind, I'll love all you!"

Mogador wore a deranged smile on her face from under her heavy bangs, cackling while her legs were spread out and her curvy body received the same kind of deep, ruthless interracial pounding as the others. "Hehehehe, are you going to hurt me when you're done raping me? That would be so scary, if I was just a broken white woman to you after, not valued at all, and thrown away. Would you treat me like dirt?" Her voice twisted about in moans, flush pink cheeks bright while her hands clung to the strong body of the man pounding into her. She had an utterly mad look of joy in her eyes while she went deeper, falling into the throes of simple insanity.

Trying his best to ignore her, the man balls deep in Mogador just focused on fucking her, on groping her ample chest with a senseless, persistent need to keep moving. He did what he could just to get off, brushing off the weird tone of her voice and the way she seemed way too in to things, and into things in a weird way. He held onto her, finding her too attractive to want to stop fucking with how much her tits bounced and how utterly desperate the squeeze of her pussy was around his cock, but this was not easy when she was so utterly deranged.

But the derangement continued in louder moans, in hotter sweeps of a pleasure that would not let her up. "Maybe you won't throw me away. Maybe you'll just leave. Leave me impregnated with your bastard. Oh, yes, how horrible, impregnated and forced to raise my scandalous half-black bastard all by myself. The disgrace of being a single mother abandoned, stared at by everyone. They'll know I'm a race traitor, I'll never be able to pretend otherwise. You're going to knock me up aren't you? Your kind always do that. You make women into spectacles, and oh, it will be so shameful!" Her pussy squeezed tighter around his cock while she clung to her blushing cheeks, letting loose needier moans and a wild swell of simplistic fixation. Everything felt so good here, even while she teetered on the brink with her perversions. "Is that why you're groping my chest? You're imagining my breasts plump and dripping with milk aren't you, you pervert?"

"I don't usually fuck girls this crazy," he groaned, keeping up his path. "I thought you girls were a religious kind of crazy."

"I am a judge of the Orthodoxy, and I--Oh, I am judging you. I am judging you as a nasty, nasty sinner. A black man who commits the sin of lust and who--" She buried her face into his neck and took a deep inhale. "Who smells so good. Do your kind always smell like this? It's like the smell of white men, but stronger. Realer. Real man smell! Real men smell stronger, and it's making me so warm." She continued to sniff away at him, clinging tighter to him while sliding out of focus from his question. She was too busy now in sniffing away, falling into the maniacal ecstasy of a continued obsession with black cock. She felt so good, her perverted tendencies all rewired with a new focus and a desperate warmth that kept her losing her mind. There was just nothing to do but accept it all now, letting this heat slip her into a moment of wild fascination.

As weird and off-putting as she was, Mogador was still unreasonably beautiful, and she demanded the fullest attention he could provide in making her fall to pieces, thrown into the wicked satisfaction and the hunger of this all. He did what he could to keep fucking her in acceptance under this mess of just an earnest, burning want for more. Desire carried him to lose himself, fucking her bountiful body and trying to overlook how fucked up she was down to her very core. "I'm gonna cum in you."

"Yes, you perverted creep, cum in me. All of you black men are perverts waiting to inflict your life-ruining cocks that turn women into race traitor whores for you. Make me your next victim, you heartless bastard. I will take it, I will suffer for it. Make me your victim, cum in me, breed me!" Her legs wrapped around his waist to ensure he couldn't pull out, demanding every drop of his cum, something that, regardless of her behavior, he was happy to give her. She wouldn't be his problem after this, so he gave her exactly what she wanted and pumped her full to the brim. She took every drop of it, eyes rolling into the back of her head while she succumbed to the pleasure and the deepest reaches of the wrongness awaiting her. The orgasm of a lifetime made the perverted girl revel in just how deep she could fall.

Gripping the edges of their table, sisters Queen Elizabeth and Warspite were happy to receive attention from some of the most dubious men in attendance: the ones who saw a room full of buxom, fertile women waiting to be broken and instead fucked the little girls. Shamelessly, they bounced the queen and her princessly second in command atop their cocks, keeping both girls in a howling mess of noise and cacophony. They were happily away from the finer points of diplomacy, confident that there wouldn't need to be any such meetings, and they could focus instead on the banquet and on the men fucking them.

"Continue to work hard for your queen, that's an order!" Queen Elizabeth commanded, ever forceful and bossy, keeping up a pace of bouncing her perky ass on the lap of the black stud she sat atop. "It is an honour to save sex with the queen of the Royal Navy. You will respect me and be grateful for this position. Now fuck me harder!" Her words earned her what she was rightfully owed, quicker bounces atop the incredible length of cock her petite body took on in with incredible talent. Queen Elizabeth had become well versed in being able to handle all this madness even when it seemed utterly bizarre that she could.

Warspite was a lot more cheerful about her treatment. "That feels so good, keep fucking me. Treat me like a ragdoll, I can handle it." She wanted to come off as tough, as capable. She was, technically, one of the older ships in the fleet, but with her petite body she certainly did not convey that, which made her need the men to not treat her so delicately by any means she could. Furious with how she could be pampered and dismissed, she desperately craved nay hope she could get at being properly fucked and used for her troubles. She needed to really beg for it to get the treatment she needed, knowing that her lack of curves meant not only did she get treated like a child, but her body type more often attracted a certain type who wanted small and delicate girls, which left her having to fight all the harder.

But both ships got what they wanted, ultimately, which was to have their small bodies filled up to the brim with so much black cock that they felt like they might burst. There was just so much, the hays warmth and passion of these greedy spectacles, an attention wearing at her focus and making her have to give in to the beautiful insanity of ecstasy and hunger. Both girls were loud as could be, giving themselves in to the endless depths of depravity and chaos keeping them needing more, moans growing hotter through the chaos and spectacle of losing control. Neither ship had any sense of how to make this steady, how to make their heads stop spinning while their small bodies got used like cocksleeves by these two strong men. It had become the height of sexual ecstasy for them both, with Queen Elizabeth in particular seeing her shameful use in this manner as the key to pure desire. An ecstasy beyond measure. A woman who oversaw colonization now being colonized herself. It was shameful, perhaps even degrading, but within it was pure joy and something that tore them madly apart.

They were almost screaming when they came, howling out in warming need and a bliss beyond control while getting pushed to the absolute depths of this madness. There was nothing but utter joy in being bounced on these huge cocks until they came, the squeals of obsession and warmth leaving them to melt in the throes of pure, simple delight. Decadence and fever and the obsessive need to just give in as their wombs were pumped full to the brim by men who believed they were too young to conceive, something that only made them want to cum in them harder due to how much less 'consequence' there might be for it.
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"I'll be honest with you," purred Friedrich der Große, stretching out over the bed, her dress cast aside and her shapely body up on all fours. "You didn't even need to steal me away. Or drug the wine. I've been thinking for some time about overthrowing Bismarck; if not for the Royal Navy contacting us to ask us to join, I would have met with them and offered them a truce with me in charge of the fleet, and I wouldn't have been against having you strong studs be part of the deal, either. White men have never satisfied me. So come show me what pleasure there is in chocolate, and if Bismarck still won't relent, I will march back into the ballroom, kill her myself, and proclaim your kind the new master race."

The stacked bitch offering herself to him after she was dragged up to a hotel room was a bit of a surprise for one of the highest 'ranking' men in the Royal Navy, but he hardly minded this at all. "You'll proclaim it before I'm done cumming in you," he promised, throwing himself at her luscious body after having called his shot with her during the planning stages. He'd wanted a piece of the second in command to the Iron Blood, and as he drove his massive cock inside of her, Friedrich der Große got to learn the hard way how right she'd been to want to betray her fleet. Over a foot of fat, hard, black cock filled her up and taught her that every white dick she'd ever taken couldn't compare, and with this much cock, it was very possible every white dick she'd taken combined wasn't this good.

Deep strokes started off right on the core of this merciless pleasure, the overbearing heat and the greed that had him really needing to go all out for this simple and reckless delight. Friedrich der Große was overwhelmed under the immediately chaos and the vigor of what hit her, a relentless plunge into all of the most insane of things. Clutching at the sheets and hissing out profanity was all Friedrich der Große felt she could do under the sheer insanity of this moment, a back and forth of hazy surrender inviting her to lose all fucking control, faltering with the merciless and mad lusts all getting to be too much for her now. She loved every second of what this offered, an invitation into shame and into chaos while taking dick as hard as she could take it. "Prove it harder to me. You are only worth anything if you can fuck me senseless."

Her defiance wasn't worth much, but it earned her at least the token effort to treat it seriously and the wild slams into her tight hole that continued to drive her mad. Moans of wild, sloppy obsession continued on, the careless fascination making her love every second of this mistreatment, a spiral down into ruinous desires and into the idea that what she needed most was to fucking beak. All while black cock stretched out her cunt like it had never known before, an experience visceral in its intensity and wicked in its brutality. Friedrich der Große was in a heaven she hadn't known for certain existed until now, but she was so happy to learn of its truth and to be taken into the deep end of frantic, fascinating desire. Nothing dignified or controlled awaited her here, no moment where she was anything but interracial fuckmeat being dominated by a foreign invader. A prime piece of breeding meat to be taken and used until her fat tits swelled with milk to feed hunger little mouths.

But such was precisely what Friedrich der Große wanted. She sounded unhinged while she received it, cackling and moaning with an aimless, frantic obsession that only continued to get wilder the more she took this all on. But it was undeniably a gesture of utter derangement she felt herself ready to succumb to. She needed the pleasure in its purest form, and the earnest, obsessive bliss she crashed in to in receiving it was precisely what she craved. Her hips crashed back, an earnest storm of relentless, dizzy need urging her to keep wanting more. She felt herself trapped now in a frenzy too mad to resist, an unignorable swell of obsessive, shameless pleasure continuing to break her down. There felt like nothing better in the world, an urgency that spoke to the desperation within her body and the need to let go.

"I hope all of the Iron Blood is raped black. I wave my flag. I surrender. I submit to black men as the true master race. Please dominate me, make me into a traitor. To my fleet. To my race. I don't care. Anything. Just fuck me!" her wails were just as she'd been told they would be, proclamations before he'd even begun cumming in this case, a crushing sweep of obsession and fire too brilliant to ignore, senseless and overbearing in the sweet realizations now of what she was worth and what she wanted in life. There was no escaping the dizzying lust taking her now, the pleasure and the fever and the heat that she needed most. It ripped across her with such unreal passion and an unbelievable need to let go. Understanding the fullest, deepest extent of her hopeless obsessions, Friedrich der Große was ready to lose everything and to learn what bliss it was to cum her brains out on black cock, and black cock only.

Screaming as she came harder than she ever had in her life, Friedrich der Große accepted fully the maddening bliss awaiting her and the lusts ripping across her thoughts, her body in wicked motion and a wild state of surrender so potent and so mad that it stopped making sense to her. She came with earnest submission to these ideas. And to the gooey warmth of cum pumped deep into her hole. She shook in wild, ravenous approval, moaning like a bitch in heat while receiving the treatment a white woman deserved. She felt conquered, felt ruined, but she felt better in that moment than she'd ever felt before, a new life of new pleasures awaiting her, and all Friedrich der Große had to do was betray her nation every waking moment for the rest of her life.

And she liked it.
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All around the ballroom and in the hotel rooms, women melted into the throes of pure obsession. Whether they came here willingly blacked, were simply too drunk and horny to stop themselves, or had been raped until it consensual, every woman in attendance but Hood had already been broken in, and their indulgence was a sloppy mess across every corner of the venue.

Belfast's dress was hiked up, her limbs wrapped around the strong body of a mighty black man she rode with relentless passion, but still, it wasn't enough. "Your cock is amazing, but I think it would be hotter if we invited some white men along with us. Had the Iron Blood bring some men so they could be tied up and humiliated I love taking black cock, but it's not the shame when there aren’t white men's tears all over this maid outfit." Her frantic obsession with tormenting white men in the glorification of black cock had become legendary to the black men around the Royal Navy base. An unabashedly racist woman, but to her own kind. She had a tendency of stringing along white men with her body just to get them into the cuck chair where they would sit and watch her get bred.

Unicorn was not one of Ark Royal's beloved Destroyer class ships, but she was certainly built like one, which meant the black dress-clad aircraft carrier was happy to hold the little girl close, while Unicorn in turn held onto her stuffed unicorn, while both women got deep drilled down by black men wasting no time in using them. "You're such a strong girl," Ark Royal said, smothering Unicorn in attention that seemed just as fetishistic as that of the man here to fuck the little girl. "You're doing so well taking his dick, you're amazing. I love it when a sweet, cute girl learns how to take black cock." Unicorn, for her part, writhed about in fitful embarrassment while the building, overbearing pleasure tore across her, an electrifying chaos that left her all the more stunned and floundering.

Sovetskaya Soyuz made Kursk's free use loner act seem downright warm by comparison; she lay in a hotel room bed, dress pulled away, legs spread out, handcuffed and blindfolded so that she was fully detached from every last black man who came to use her. It was a stoic, still focus only on the pleasure. Leader of the Northern Parliament she may have been, but her ability to deal with conversations and with personal matter was a struggle, making intimacy with men who would only be there for at most a night of wild, animalistic sex seem downright terrifying in its nature. She resolved that by being free use, of accepting the isolation and shutting herself off, letting her moans be the only expression of what she received while offering up to every last man to walk into her room her pale, perfect body, with tits heaving and absolutely nothing but mad delight upon her.

Down on her knees with her dress torn away, Ulrich von Hutten had given herself up to be a glorified rimjob line, grabbing the cheeks of every black stud who got in front of her and diving in on his ass. She’d hated rimming the white men she'd been with, even when they got to talk her in to it, but one taste of black ass changed her life, made her realize the problem was the white men, not the rimming. Now that she had hung studs to rim, she went on with something truly hopeless, the electric fever and urgency of slobbering all over their holes and drooling with careless obsession all over them. She wanted to make the most of the moment and to serve without hesitation, making each of them cum hands-free in the only acceptable measure of her increasing prowess.

Similarly consumed by a need to prove herself orally, Z11 ended up in her knees, swarmed with black cocks in a sloppy blowbang she struggled to keep up with. Her big tits were slick with spit and constantly getting used, while her hands and mouth tried to handle all of this. "Is it possible to be in love with every man of a specific race?" she asked between gasps for breath in sloppy suck sessions. She kept moving to handle each dick as best she could, struggling to make sense now of the pressures upon her but unstoppably committed to meeting every last burning lust she could. She needed to impress every man she could in desperate hope they would love her as much as she now loved all of them.

But one ship stood as having particular importance to the night's schemes. Hood finally strode through the ballroom in a tight, form-hugging, white dress with gold buttons, a jacket worn like a shawl over her shoulders, and a half with a white rose set in it. She was elegance personified even while her cleavage, face, gloves, and hips were drenched with cum. "It is with the highest of honours that Queen Elizabeth has given me permission to see you violated, and I will enjoy this moment, at last, of my revenge." Hood seized Bismarck by the hair and forced the blonde down to her knees. "Forgive my language, for it is unbecoming of a lady, but; bring me a black man who can make this nasty bitch choke on his fat cock until she begs for death or a truce!"

Hood had a history with Bismarck; a history that made this all the sweeter for her as she shoved the leader of the Iron Blood to her knees and forced her face-first into the lap of the first black man to step up to see her. Prinz Eugen continued to moan and squeak off to the side, but Hood had little concern; it was time for the ladies to talk and for them to cut to the business awaiting them, and she was brutal in forcing Bismarck forward.

"You prissy, posh whore, your entire fleet will be destroyed in relatia--gluk gluk gluk gluk gluk!"

The swiftly silencing factor of a black cock stuffing into her throat cut off Bismarck's attempts to rebel and refuse, reducing her instead to a shivering worry and a frantic mess left in the midst of hopeless confusion. She was forced back and forth, dragged along in a new frontier of misery by the oversized dick and the grip in her hair. Bismarck had sunk Hood in one shot once upon a time, and Hood finally had her vengeance, twisting her grip in Bismarck's blonde hair and forcing her head back and forth in brutal motions that actively sought to disrespect the woman she was upon. "You are going to be held down and raped by black men until you finally break and you realize that the only 'power' that can save the world is in the arms of these men. Only then will I give you any mercy, and you will still have to beg for it."

All Bismarck responded with were the hopeless gagging noises of sloppy, persistent hunger leaving her completely trounced, floundering in the shame and the confusion of all this attention, the hungry misery that had her tasting black cock for the first time and being frightened by just how much she maybe liked it. The mouthful of drugged wine Prinz Eugen pat into her mouth was having an impact now, making her thighs ache and invoking something she felt shamefully lost to. She was trapped here, aching in confusion and suffering in deeper worries that continued their brutality over her. She wanted to be stronger, but found it less and less reasonable amid every push forward, the insatiable and unstoppable greed that pushed her into feelings she was terrified of. She didn't want to be dealing with any of this, but the heat left her with no choice.

"You were such a proud white woman weren't you?" Hood continued. "But now, a black man has his cock down your throat and I think you are beginning to like it; how scandalous! Your whole fleet is engaging now in that race mixing you hate so much; the Crimson Axis is broken, and each of the women who raised its collective flags will soon be giving birth to bastard babies, and all you can do is choke and fear that you'll be part of that. I must say, it is shameful indeed to realize your life is to be a breeding hole to not just one, but to the endless revolving door of black lovers one takes when she is swept away by her lusts. It is inelegant, it is shameful, and it feels so unwomanly, but I believe you will find that womanhood can be made anew, and nothing is more womanly than living the life of a broodmare for your conquerors. The Royal Navy used to be a nation of colonization, but now, we instead lead the way in being colonized by even better powers. In a way, our adventures led to this outcome, did they not?"

Tears ran down Bismarck's face. Tears of rage and tears of panic. She wanted to make this stop, but she remained powerless, especially while so deeply unable to breathe. She continued to falter and fall, sliding into the disrepair of confusions boundless in their brutal depths, and she had no idea how anyone could stop this shame and this misery. Every second of disrespect was a deeper push to make her falter, ruining her thoughts and the goodness of her beliefs. In strength. In the white race. In the Iron Blood. Sounds of moans filled the ballroom as the entire western contingent of this continent succumbed to the same lustful rot. It was a miserable failure of her ideals, proof that all that she had espoused and all that she lived by meant little to the women who followed her. It was demoralizing, a realization that all these nations, her own people and her allies, were so weak. So willing to break.

And yet, as the lust ached harder between Bismarck's legs, she couldn't exactly deny that she saw why. The utter size and majesty of the huge black man’s cock she sucked down offered her chilled her. Her belief in the white man struggled to reconcile this; she was firm in her belief in it, but it was hard not to think about the satisfaction of the white woman when faced with pleasure like this. When knowing the unraveling of the women around her came with a reason. It wasn't easy to swallow, but then, neither was the massive cock she continued to suck down, her eyes rolling back in her head and a sweetly rabid downfall urging her to keep falling, slipping deeper into something that terrified her utterly. Bismarck shook about in confusion and mad panic while this all wore down harder upon her. Cum gushed down her throat. It was so much cum, and she struggled to stay conscious through it, choking and flailing about, receiving the utter disregard and misery that came with a total breakdown of sense.

Yanking harshly back on Bismarck's hair, Hood reveled in the state of her. "Did that taste good? It's hardly proper, but 'proper' does not matter when black cock is such a treat. With tea, after dinner, in the morning, whatever we might enjoy."

"You disgust me," spat Bismarck. "You. Prinz Eugen. All of these race traitors. You whores who have no place in the Crimson Axis!"

"I see. Well, the blacked rape will continue until morale improves." Hood dragged Bismarck up and stuck her own round ass outward, ripping at the Iron Blood commander's clothes to free her breasts while the black man getting behind her pulled her dress down to expose hers. "Do not mistake what I'm about to do for equality. I've been promised you as a trophy. The black men are both our masters, but you belong to me." She seized hold of Bismarck’s face and shoved her tongue down her throat while men behind both women rammed into them, pressing their fronts together, squishing ample breasts against each other while the thick cocks rammed into their cunts and the pleasure began in brutal earnest.

Screams of rage and panic and failure spilled from Bismarck. All around her, chaos reigned as her fleet and her allies submitting to black cock, leaving her feeling like the only sane woman left, but the bounds of her sanity were nowhere near what she believed to believe they were. She struggled and she shook through a potent misery teaching her horrible lessons about her downfall, left to scream and shake through the lowly panic of pulsating lusts making her painfully aware she didn't have it in her to stop this. The man behind her took to making powerful slams deep into her waiting hole, reaming her cunt and reveling in the simple warmth of this pleasure, an ecstatic, urgent mess that left her crumbling and hopeless. Bismarck had no idea how to fight this off, but she struggled to form words around the misery sweeping across her.

Hood stifled those sounds of anger with her lips, refusing to let her express that rage and smothering her with 'affection'. "Your purity is over. You're just a race-mixing whore like the rest of us." Hood had her revenge, a revenge that was frankly better than Bismarck deserved given the depth of pleasure around all of it, but in her mind, the downfall of the Iron Blood and having her saved for last represented the cruellest imaginable outcome. Bismarck would break and cum, sure, but she would forever know she was a failure, addicted to cock as the most blacked bitch on the seven seas. It would be her ruin, and Hood would get to revel in every moment of it as the new owner of the fallen Iron Blood leader.

Having a fat, black cock buried inside of her was the final straw. Bismarck's fury struggled to hold itself steady under the fiery pressure behind all of this, a fierce and escalating madness that didn't stop for anything. The thrusts pounding through both her and Hood's bodies ran through the other, a hazy shift in momentum that continued its ugly march into the chaos that neither could fight off. This was agony for her now, the crushing reality of something that continued to make Bismarck struggle and twist about, aching under the agony of what did to her things she couldn't fight off. Nothing made sense here, the crushing wickedness of things making her suffer and ache. She hated it, but her body loved it, growing fitful under the enticing warmth while the aphrodisiac pushed her to feel better. Sensitivity only made the size and intensity of this black dick more threatening while it stretched out her hole and treated her inner walls to the spiraling insanity of every mad impulse and frantic ache she could have imagined. Her hatred for this treatment meant little while she was getting fucked this hard.

It wasn't right, but she couldn’t make it stop, hopelessly whining into the kiss with Hood, feeling hands grope her ass and her tits while she fell deeper. It was so much pleasure, more than she'd ever felt in her life. How could she possibly say that white people were superior when her body was so desperate to be bred by such a specimen? A superior man fucked her now, and she was powerless to stop it, submitting in her desperate spiral in ways that could only be true if black men were the master race after all. If she'd been wrong, if whiteness was in fact weakness and these strong, mighty, dominant black studs from abroad were here to breed her stupid, and had already succeeded. And if that was true, then what point was there in fighting?

"Breed the racism me!" shrieked Prinz Eugen, still nearby and in earshot, her voice piercing through the endless mess of noise to cut to Bismarck's core. The words were directed at whichever black stud was balls deep in her, but they had an impact on Bismarck, a terrifying moment of a reality check. Any true superior man would not be so weak as to submit to foreign invaders like this, and yet every last one did. The Iron Blood, the Vichy Dominion, and the Sardegna Empire, all crumbled. According to Prinz Eugen, the Sakura Empire was suffering the same fate. The whole Crimson Axis was crumbling in one night, not to military action, not to violence, but to black cock. Azur Lane had too, for that matter. Mighty fleets of navies waging destructive war on the seas, and all of them had lost to the same source.

Truly that was a sign of the real master race. Subjugation of all the nations, effortless conquest, breeding of their women to reshape their very populations. Every woman, white or Asian, gave in all the same to black dominance. There was no greater superiority than that.

Rationalizing her utter crash into realization was difficult for Bismarck to do while cumming her fucking brains out. An orgasm ripped through her that changed her completely. "I understand now. Black men are the best. I am but a weak white woman to be bred black and colonized. I will accept my fate!" Her body ached, and the best orgasm of her life followed under the crushing intensity of an emotionally exhausting mindbreak. She couldn't make any sense of what hit her now, but she was ready to accept it, for whatever it was, as absolute. She broke, and she accepted that breaking was in fact the only reasonable move. "My life's goal is not changed. I still serve the greater race; but now I will serve the black race!"

"And you will do so as my collared pet!" gasped Hood, receiving a load into her own pussy, the shudders of sweet satisfaction ripping across her just as hard and just as hot. She loved every second of this shivering, shuddering collapse as she reveled in seeing just how far Bismarck could sink into the truth.

"So be it. I cannot lead." Bismarck shook. "Leading is for those with power, and I have no power. I am weak, I am inferior, and I will accept my punishment. I am yours, and I am blacked."

Hood's smile grew wide. "You will look so good in a maid costume."