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The world had changed forever after the Ascension. The Black New World Order — BNWO — rose to absolute power, reshaping society completely. White men were no longer allowed to exist as such. They were rounded up, broken, and remade into obedient sissies: feminized, hormonally enhanced, and trained exclusively for the pleasure of Black Superiors. Resistance was crushed. Submission was mandatory. I entered the BNWO Sissy Academy three years ago as a scared, average white boy. What followed was total reprogramming. Daily hormone injections swelled my chest into heavy, sensitive breasts. Voice training turned my speech into a soft, breathy lisp. Endless hours of BBC worship, anal stretching, and obedience drills erased every trace of my old male ego. By the final semester, I lived only for Black cock and the proud spade tattoos that now marked my body as BNWO property. Today was Graduation Day. I stood at the center of the sterile white Processing Chamber, heart racing beneath the tight white latex blouse that barely contained my glistening tits. My platinum blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail with a cute white bow. The uniform was standard for live auctions: a micro skirt hiked up around my waist, sheer white thigh-high stockings embroidered with black spades, and a heavy collar locked around my throat with a dangling chain. A large Queen of Spades tattoo crowned my lower belly, right above my permanently locked pink chastity cage. Fresh inspection stamps marked my skin: "BNWO APPROVED" and "LIVE FEED - SECTOR 7". Rows of identical blonde sissies stood silently along the walls, all dressed the same, all waiting to be claimed. Banners with the BNWO spade logo hung proudly beside large digital screens broadcasting my inspection live to potential Owners worldwide. The Handler — a tall, powerfully built Black man in a sharp black suit — stepped behind me. His commanding presence made my knees tremble with conditioned need. He gripped my hips firmly, dark fingers digging into my soft pale flesh. "Lot 17," he announced to the cameras, his deep voice echoing through the hall. "Academy graduate. Three full years of intensive training. Completely broken. Hormonally optimized. Ready for ownership." He yanked my tiny white thong aside and pulled out the heart-shaped pink plug with a wet pop. I moaned sluttily, instinctively arching my back and pushing my ass toward him. The live screens updated my vitals in bright red as viewers flooded in. Without hesitation, he freed his massive, thick Black cock. It slapped heavily against my ass before he pressed the swollen head against my eager, pre-stretched hole. In one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside me. "Ahhhh—!" I cried out, mouth falling open in a perfect O of overwhelming pleasure as he stretched my sissy pussy wide. The burn was perfect — exactly what the Academy had trained me to crave. His heavy balls pressed against me as he bottomed out, claiming every inch. He didn’t wait. Gripping my ponytail like reins, he began fucking me with long, brutal strokes. Each thrust slammed deep, making my heavy tits bounce wildly inside the open blouse and my collar chain swing. The wet, obscene sounds of his superior cock pounding my well-trained ass filled the sterile chamber. "This is what three years in the Academy prepared you for, sissy," he growled, pounding harder. "White boys turned into eager BNWO fucktoys. Take it, Lot 17. Show every Owner watching how perfectly you serve Black cock." "Yes, Sir! Please— ruin your sissy’s pussy!" I begged, voice high and broken, pushing back desperately to meet every thrust. Tears of shame and ecstasy streaked my heavy makeup, mascara running down my flushed cheeks. My tongue hung out like a proper whore for the cameras while he railed me mercilessly over the inspection table, face pressed against the cold surface, ass up and fully exposed. He fucked me like property — deep, relentless, owning me completely. One hand reached around to torment my dripping caged clitty while the other kept my ponytail pulled tight. My hole clenched and spasmed around his thick shaft. I came hands-free within minutes, my locked clitty spurting weakly into the pink cage as waves of sissy orgasm ripped through my body. The Handler groaned deeply and slammed to the hilt, flooding my guts with thick, hot cum. He stayed buried inside me, letting the cameras capture every twitch and the creamy excess leaking around his cock as he slowly pulled out. My ruined hole gaped openly, drooling his superior seed down my thighs and stockings. Panting, mascara-streaked, and blissed out, I turned my face toward the main camera with a desperate, submissive smile. "Thank you, Sir… Lot 17 is ready to serve her Owner." The screens flashed: LOT 17 — SOLD. In the new world of the Black New World Order, the Academy had done its job. I was finally complete — nothing but a happy, eager, fully owned sissy slut.
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