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I COMMAND all MY white bois and white cunts to do exactly THAT.
Every white I have ever known is so inferior to any black master or Mitress
as commanded this white is re-blogging and affirming its belief in BLACK SUPREMACY. Thsi white does have to ask what does B.L.A.C.K. stand for?
“Accept that you are the most inferior person on earth. All Blacks are above you. Part of your acceptance is to stop looking and acting like a white male. Now your only desire to become a Black owned white. You desire to serve a Black Master and you want to be His pussy, His cocksucker, His maid , His pet, His livestock, His property. you will be anything the Black Master requires or desires.
So accept this new status and act as your Black superiors demand. your little dick is totally inferior so accept that it will not be used or given pleasure, or be allowed to attempt to give pleasure to anything or anyone.
your little dick will be seen and displayed for what it is and if modified, you will be happy with however your Black Superiors modify your pathetic white piss dicks.
you will comsume the Superior Black sperm daily and your consumption of Black sperm will increase throughout your life and you will learn to desire and depend on Black sperm to live.
your body is going to adapt and after your body transforms and learns to depend on consuming Black sperm you will consume it like Black Men consume water.
If you are a gelded white, (meaning your Black Owner neutered you) you will not only consume more Black sperm then a non gelded white, but you will need too because your body will no longer produce male hormones.
Worship beg and be thankful for the benefits your worthless inferior white bodies receive from Black sperm”
My name is aja. It is a word in the Yoruba language that translates to dog in English. Many years ago my name was rick, but that name has been lost to the Transition.
i have been aja for over ten years now. The Owner gave me the name on the day He acquired me. In fact He gave it to me while He was fucking me deep and hard with His beautiful Black Cock.
i live in a suburb outside the sprawling metropolis of Lagos, Nigeria. Lagos like most other African cities, and countries, has prospered and grown since the New World Order began. You should also know that i do not have a chip. The devotion, loyalty and obedience i give the Black Master comes natural and with out bio-chemical influence.
i am labeled a “natural”. i can think of nothing greater than to be owned by a Black Master and serve Him everyday of my existence.
It wasn’t always this way. my family and myself were taken early in the Transition. We were some of the first whites to disappear. When the Transition began I was named “463”.
That is the number branded on me at the training camp. That indicates how early in the transition i was taken. i have seen honkies with ten digit serial numbers coming across the slave trading docks in the past year. My former father was 460. My mother was 461 and my sister was 462.
The reason my family was taken so early had a lot to do with my father’s reputation and outspokenness about Blacks and his high-ranking influence in the government. He was known to have the ear of the President.
After we were taken i had some initial training at the camp and then, when it was discovered i was a natural, my training was taken over by the Master slave trainer, who was also training my father. Later i was sent to live with the family of my former college roommate to help facilitate the Transition. About a year later i was sold to a Black Master out in California and worked as slave labor on a ranch.
After a couple of years i was sold as part of the new African Triangle Trade and ended up in Nigeria, where I was purchased by my current Owner, Master Oba (Oba means King in Yoruba). Master Oba is the largest white slave importer in Lagos. He named me aja and i have been His property ever since. Even if i was not a natural i would not need the chip to see the benefit of living in a world ruled by the Black Man. i live in a world that has become vastly improved under the influence of the Black Man. There is prosperity and growth. There is shared wealth. There has been peace amongst nations for 15 years.
i celebrate the destiny that has brought me to this place of being owned by Black Master Oba and living in a world dominated by the rule of Black Men.
Master Oba is the Lord and Master. Master Oba is everything to this white slave. it exist for Master Oba. It is the property of Master Oba. Master Oba is this slave’s universe and Master Oba’s beautiful Black Cock is the center of that universe.
Master Oba recently decided the story of the Transition and emergence of the New World Order (NWO) should be told from a honky point of view. That has never been done. Since the transition, the media has been owned and operated by Blacks and the honky’s experience in the New World Order is not exactly newsworthy. But my journey has been unique since i was in on it from the early days, and i have never been chipped. I was tested at the CDC to learn why my body reacted to Black Semen the same way others who had been chipped did. I helped distribute the chips in places where Mr. Clarkson could not gain access. i was there when many of the power elite in Washington were chipped. In fact it was my access to the First Daughter that got her chipped. She had her first Black Cock by being fucked by her own secret service agent in the back of a limo while i watched. He was present when she gave the chip to her mother, the First Lady (who it seemed had already experienced Black Cock at some point in her life) and, contrary to popular belief, Secret Service Agent Dale Connors was the first Black Man to fuck the President of the United States, not the Secretary of State, as rumored. This happened in the President’s private study after the First Lady willingly slipped the chip into the President’s evening scotch. The white Republican who won back the White House in 2016 was soon a willing participant in the Transition to the New World Order
i was also at San Quentin when it became the first white training facility in the U.S. i was one of the first slaves sold in the new trading to Africa. It has been 15 years since the Transition started and the New World Order began and i was there at the beginning of it all.
Note to reader – talking about itself in the third person is the way it thinks now. Master Oba has given it permission to use first person pronouns such as “i” and “my” to tell the story only because He believes it might become confusing to the reader as it relates the events of the past few years if it does not use them. The slave finds using the word ”i” very uncomfortable but it does as Master Oba wants, always.
Ironically it was a white man, a scientist at the CDC, who invented the “chip”.
Years ago, one of the primary uses of the Internet was for sex. On the net you could find a sub-culture of white men and woman who worshipped the Black Race. Most of the emphasis was on worshipping Black Men and Black Cock, but there was a sub group of white men and women who also worshipped Black Woman.
There were white men who were gay who sucked Black Cock and only wanted Black Men to fuck them. There were white women who loved Big Black Cock (or BBC as it was known). There were married woman who cuckolded their white male husbands into serving Black Men. There were straight men who needed to be humiliated and sissified by Black Men, but then led otherwise “straight” lives. All these white folks sought after Black Men and Women to offer their submission.
Among this group of people who worshipped the Black Man was a scientist at the CDC in Atlanta. At work he was a brilliant biochemist and genetic specialist; at home he was a slave to a Black Master. The Black Master, Mr. Clarkson, was also his division head at the CDC. At the time the city of Atlanta, as well as Washington D.C., Dallas, Chicago and the state of Virginia, had thriving secret communities of Black Masters and Mistresses with white slaves. It was in these communities, especially Washington D.C., with access to powerful white men and women who engaged in sexual relationships with Blacks that the chip was first introduced and the Transition began.
At the behest of his Master the scientist worked on a side project trying to understand the reason some whites were naturally attracted to the Black Men and others were not. He ran genetic test on himself and some other volunteers who also had natural submissive desires towards those of African descent. He also ran test on the Black Master’s blood and semen. What he discovered was that Black Men had a natural protein in their bodies that when combined with an enzyme in the white subjects, created a very natural attraction and desire to submit to the Black Master.
i am not a scientist but i understand it had to do with hormones, pheromones and endorphin combinations.
There were some white males and females, like the scientist, who had this enzyme active naturally, without the Black protein. It explained their drive since a young age to seek out Black Men and Women, to be near them, serve them and be used by them. Other whites had the enzyme activated when they came in close proximity to Black Men. Their sweat and semen was loaded with the protein and by inhaling it or ingesting it the white would begin to experience those desires; that yearning to submit, that craving that Black Men are so familiar with. Surprisingly the enzyme activation was almost foolproof in women. Ninety-six percent of all white women would have the enzyme activated when combined with the Black Male protein. This explained the common saying, “When you go Black, you don’t go back.” When a white woman had the enzyme actived by the Black protein a white male could never satisfy a her again.
On white males the protein/enzyme combination would only become active about 60% of the time. This explains how so many white women were able to cuckold their white husbands and have them become slaves to Black Men. But that still left 40% of the white male population that seemed immune to the powerful
enzyme-protein effect and went about believing in their own dominance and superiority. The scientist began to wonder if something could be done to aid in the enzyme-protein reaction and enhance it. Mr. Clarkson funneled extra funds to his department to see if he could be successful and what he discovered was beyond his imagination, and quite simply, changed the world.
The scientist created a micro-chip that enhanced the molecular/chemical reaction of the protein/enzyme combination at the genetic level so that not only did the white male develop the desire and need to be submissive to the Black Man, but it also inhibited the white’s ability to resist or rebel against these thoughts. As a popular sci-fi show at the time said “resistance is futile”. Somehow the boosted electro-chemical charge of the micro-chip caused a chemical reaction in the brain that impacted the white’s free will. It was also discovered that a few whites had this heightened chemical reaction naturally. i was one of these “naturals”. After the first time Black semen was introduced into my body it had the same chemical effect as the bio/micro-chip did on other males.
Mr. Clarkson of the CDC had the foresight to see what the ability to control and transform the white population of the world would mean. He was a visionary who could see the possibilities of a New World Order. He secretly began arranging tests on white males. Then he ordered tests on Black Males to see what would happen. Luckily Men and Woman of African decent did not have the needed enzyme in their genetic code and the microchip was harmless. This meant there was no way for “un-chipped” whites to use the science themselves to regain control. The microchip was extremely tiny and could be dropped into a beverage where, once consumed, it would be absorbed into the blood stream and begin hyper-activating the enzyme. Further tests revealed that suspending the chip in saline solution and injecting it with a small needle near the base of the brain, made the chip instantly active and even more powerful. The early transition began with slipping the chip into the drinks of powerful people, but as the New World Order began in full, the whites received injections. The chips were irradiated so a simple radiation check could determine if a white was “chipped” and where the chip was in their body.
A chipped white male became known as a honky or cracker. They were not thought of as people by the new ruling Blacks or even by themselves. They were a sub-species of humans, they were thinking animals, to become property and slaves in the NWO.
Because of the frequent sexual use they were often called faggot, pussy, whore and bitch. The latter three were the most common names for white females. Shortly after the Transition began and the NWO emerged whites began being numbered. White males had a coded metallic band placed on their scrotum and had an identification number branded (later on it was tattooed) on their right buttock. Sometime during the Transition slaves started getting tattooed on their foreheads too. Then a barcode system of marking the slaves was introduced. In the early days it was not standardized and it was common to see a slave bar-coded on it’s ass, the nape of the neck, forehead, top of the head, cheek, arm, shoulder and on some occasions white males had their cocks bar-coded. This practice was discontinued since the cocks, when not erect, shrunk so much that a hand held scanner could not read the code.
White females would be numbered on the right buttock and also on right breast, but this second numbering was stopped since many felt it was aesthetically unattractive. The number became the white’s name. An owned slave might be given a new name, but un-owned slaves and slaves belonging to the New World Order governing body were simply known by their number.
There was a small, group of white males, selected because of their expressed racial prejudices, who had a brand placed on their buttocks. The brand was the Black Power symbol of a raised Black fist inside a circle. If a white male had that symbol on its ass that indicated that the male was not chipped. These white’s received some of the most brutal treatment. Their enslavement to the Black Master was absolute. They had no freedom, yet they were fully conscious of what was being done to them and were unable to escape. They were kept in captivity and they lived lives of hard labor, painful punishments and the most degrading humiliations. They had years of penance to complete before they would earn the right to be chipped and know the reward of serving the Black Master in total submission. The man I used to call father became one of these slave animals. I have not seen him in over 14 years. One of the last times I saw my former father he was on the punishment platform. He was kneeling with his ass up and his head down. His head and wrists were locked in the stocks and his legs were spread wide and his ankles and knees were strapped to the platform, the tattoo of the Black Fist quite visible. Black Master Owen was standing over him. He had “Max” his Doberman on a leash and Max had mounted my former father and was fucking him in his ass. My former father was screaming through a bright red ball gag as the dog reamed him.
i assume my former father is now somewhere in Africa because the last time I saw him was on the slave trading docks
He was in a cage. Black Master Oba pointed him out. I knew it was him because under the Black Power symbol was the number 460 branded on him. He wore a steel collar and a large nose ring. He had been castrated and there was another ring through the head of his penis. There was a tight leather muzzle over his face covering his mouth and he was shaved all over. His wrist and ankles were shackled. He had never been chipped. He lived each day knowing the Black race that he had railed against had taken over the world. In doing so he had been stripped of all his so-called power and everything was taken from him and he was transformed into something less than an animal. There was a moment when we made eye contact but he did not recognize me and I did not acknowledge him. Then the cage was carted off and he was gone.
There is no doubt that my father was a racist. He complained all day and night against the “fucking niggers” and the problems they caused in the world. My former father was a very powerful man in Connecticut and Washington, D.C.. He was a Congressmen and a Senator and someday he might have been President. But one day he let his racist views about Blacks slip when there was an open mike nearby and his political career was cut short. He gave one of those “sincere” apologies politicians often do after they are caught doing something wrong, but it was to no avail. He resigned his Senate office. He was apoplectic when the Democratic Governor of Connecticut appointed a Black Man to finish out his term.
But my father was still a very influential man and a powerbroker in Washington and he did what he could to suppress any and all policies that may have been beneficial to the Black race. The fact that his tactics also suppressed the rights of the working poor white majority didn’t seem to bother him. My former dad was an equal opportunity hater. He hated faggots, jews, spics, mics, latins, asians, etc. If you were not a purebred white Christian with roots in Northern Europe you were pretty much on his shit list.
And the acorn does not fall far from the tree. i was in my second year of college and after 20 years of living with the man i pretty much mirrored his attitudes. i came of age in a time when one could not openly express the racist beliefs i held, but i knew i was in the right. It was harder to get into college because of affirmative action. Some undeserving niggers were being given slots ahead of smarter more deserving whites. There were all sorts of scholarships for the darkies that I was not allowed to have. But i kept my mouth shut. i did draw the line at having a coon for a roommate my first year at school and my father’s influence helped ensure that i had a dorm room to myself. But after my father’s disgrace i had to share a room my second year and wouldn’t you know it, i got stuck with a nigger. Little did i know that before the school year was out the Transition would begin and i would find myself on the floor before that “Nigger”, calling Him Master and begging Him to fuck me.
i was a rich, white, “golden boy” who never had to do a day’s work. i had a very generous allowances from my father and had inherited his politicians good looks, along with my former mother’s bright blue eyes (it is because of those blue eyes that i am living here in Lagos many years later, and not working a slave labor in one of the many African Triangle Trade mining camps.).
i had an unfounded sense of my own superiority over almost every other student. i was athletically gifted and i was captain of the baseball team. i used my influence to cut most of the Black students who wanted to play. i did not care about the Black man’s “supposed” superior athletic ability. i wasn’t playing with any jigaboo’s on my team. As fate would have it my “nigger” roommate was the son of Mr. Clarkson who aside from being the Director at the CDC was also Master Clarkson a trainer and owner of white slaves and his son was following in His footsteps. The relationship with Master Clarkson’s son and my father and mother’s powerful connections in Washington was how I became an active participant in the Transition from the beginning.
Note to reader - i would like to point out that the language and the racial slurs i am using to tell this story represent a way i used to think and ideas that used to be prevalent in free white society. i regret the fact that i was so un-educated and unprepared for the truth by my former parents and i am grateful for the many hours of punishment inflicted upon my body as penance for thinking the way i did.
i no longer use such terms (in fact, because of the chip, no one does, except perhaps, the special slaves) but as i mentioned i am “un-chipped” and it is not through micro/bio-chemistry that my thought process has been altered. Instead it has been a lifetime of living with, being owned by and serving the Black Master that my eyes and mind have been opened to embracing the truth about the New World Order and the superiority of the African race. i am fortunate to have had my thinking altered in this way. i truly love Master Oba. i think i fell in love with Him the day he purchased me, many years ago, on the slave trading docks. In writing this account of the Transition Master Oba has said I may use the words but I will be punished for them. This white slave will gratefully thank Master Oba for the punishment when it is completed
End of Part One
your posture is lacking, white
I’ll keep saying it; whites make good furniture.
This white faggot accepts the BLACK MASTER as the one true MASTER and this white faggot worships the BLACK MASTER with its heart, body, mind and soul.