Black Justice (loli, snuff, guro, femdom, maledom, politics, racism)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

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4. While this story is heavy on political themes and narratives, it in no way represents my politics. This is the last place where you should be offended about politics.

5. Most of this story is planned out well ahead, but I am eager and open to constructive engagement about where it could or should go next. I might take your idea and incorporate it somewhere. Also, if this story does not seem to resonate, I will not continue publishing it, so please let me know if you would like more.

6. As this will likely be a long, multi-part story, only the most general of tags have been selected. Be warned that everything from scat, cannibalism, intense psychological harm, and mass murder could eventually feature.

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Chapter 1

Teargas filled the air. Larry Jefferson had a black mask covering his nose and mouth as he and about 500 other rioters descended upon the broken police line. Sirens blared off in the distance, drowned out by the chanting group.

“Black Lives Matter!” the front line shouted as they approached the tactically clad, retreating cops. “Teach these pigs a lesson!” Larry shouted over his shoulder, immediately followed by a charge.

Seeing this, the police line withdrew entirely. The marksman in the helicopter above continued to fire teargas canisters, hoping to disperse the crowd.

Larry broke off the main line with his followers into an adjacent alleyway. Larry was a burly, bald black man. His followers were equally large; two black transgender women – known as Boo and Reg – with bulking muscles. Boo had long blonde and Reg long black dreadlocks, falling to their lower backs.

Each of them had steel baseball bats.

As they moved down the alley, Larry noticed a man and a young girl hiding behind a dumpster. Both white. The three rioters stopped, surrounding the cowering duo.

“Why are you not out there protesting?” Larry barked at the man, about middle-aged, wearing glasses and a polo-shirt. The young brunette girl looked no older than 12 years old, and was hiding behind the man.

“Please, we were just going through the area,” the man said nervously. “We are not part of the protest.”

“You’re not part of the protest? You racist piece of shit are part of the problem, then,” Larry said, raising the bat and motioning for them to approach.

“Please, no, don’t hurt us. My daughter is only a child,” the concerned father said.

“Children are not exempt from the fight against white supremacy, bitch,” barked Boo from the side, as she butted the man in the stomach with the top of her bat. He coughed and doubled over.

Reg grabbed the girl by her short pony-tail and yanked her away from her failed protector.

“No…” the father protested weakly. Sirens, shouting, and the sounds of helicopters filled the air.

“Shut up,” Larry said as he kicked the dad in the face, breaking his nose and shattering his glasses.

Reg pulled the girl up by her hair until she stood almost entirely upright. Boo then proceeded to smack the girl on the ass with her bat. She yelped, only for Reg to drop her so that she could knee the girl in the face. Blood splattered out of her mouth as one of her teeth came loose.

“This is what black justice looks like,” Larry said in the direction of the father as he relieved himself of his pants and underpants, revealing his erecting 10-inch cock.

“No, please!” the man shouted and tried to get up, only for Reg to butt him back with the handle of her bat. The father fell back against the dumpster in a sitting posture.

Larry pulled the girl’s dress and panties away, and roughly tried to shove his member into her pussy, which was hopelessly too small to accommodate him. Larry chuckled, “Of course.” He grabbed the girl by her pony-tail and spun her around, forcing her to her knees.

“Take it, you racist cunt!” he commanded, pressing his dick against her mouth. She resisted.

At that moment Boo brought her bat down on the tween’s left ankle, crushing it. The girl’s eyes widened almost unnaturally, and her mouth gaped open as she tried to scream. Larry took the opportunity to cut her off by shoving his cock into her mouth.

“If you dare bite me, you’ll feel that again,” Larry said, looking at her tearful face. He still struggled to get his dick entirely into her orifice.

He put his bat down and used both his hands to cup the back of her head, and pull him towards her. This helped him make some progress, although before too long he felt the back of her throat. He was definitely not going to fit down there.

Shrugging, he thought this would have to do, as he jerked off the front of his cock using her head.

“Please, stop,” her father protested from behind Larry.

“This guy is annoying me now,” Larry said, grunting as he shoved in and out of the young girl’s face.

“Say no more,” Reg obliged. She ran toward the father, swung her bat and hit him squarely in the face. A loud CRACK was heard as the back of his skull shattered against the dumpster, and the front of his face was destroyed. Blood and gore shot out all around where his head made contact with the metal object. “His racist ass won’t be bothering anyone again.”

Larry chuckled as he approached climax. The girl hadn’t noticed what happened to her father, as her view was obscured by Larry’s hulking body.

“Ugh,” Larry groaned, and shoved himself as far back as he could. His cock head rested against her throat, shooting strong jets of semen into her waiting stomach. While holding her head with one hand, he used another to jerk the larger part of his dick outside her mouth. “Ah! Yes!” he shouted, victoriously, as the girl choked.

He pulled his dick from her mouth, and she retched immediately, puking up the cum and falling flat on her face.

Larry chuckled, and turned to Boo and Reg. “You want some of this?”

“Nah, we gotta go,” Reg said. Boo indicated the negative with a hand gesture. Larry nodded, putting his pants back on.

Looking around, he saw an empty glass beer bottle standing next to the dumpster. “Gimme,” he commanded, as Boo picked up the bottle and threw it toward her boss.

As the girl continued to cough up cum on the alley floor, Larry broke the bottle against the brick wall, leaving him standing with the bottle handle finished off by sharp broken glass.

He stepped over to the child lying flat on her stomach, raised her dress again, and brutally shoved the broken bottle into her perineum, sticking it into both her puckered asshole and virgin cunt. Blood shot out as the girl yelled out in pain, sending more cum and vomit flying out of her mouth.

Larry twisted the bottle roughly, doing as much damage as he could. Once he was satisfied that the half bottle was lodged firmly against her pelvic area, he stood back, picked up his bat, and took a running swing, smashing the bottle against her flesh. More blood shot out between her legs as she gasped for breath and screamed.

“Let’s go,” he ordered his associates, as he and Reg started running down the alley.

As Boo approached the writhing girl, she raised her bat up high and brought it down on the back of the girl’s head, silencing her immediately as her face hit the hard pavement below. Blood, teeth, and puke shot in all directions. The girl was still, and the gang was gone.

***

“Fuck,” Joshua Kent exclaimed as he slammed his fist down on his desk. His secretary jumped in her seat outside his door. She entered his office.

“Mr. Attorney General, is everything alright?” she inquired.

The television showed a bird’s eye view of the riot taking place downtown. The reporter was expressing her amazement at the retreating police line.

“Is everything alright, Samantha?” Joshua asked rhetorically. “Look at this!” he raised his hand in the air, before bringing it down on his face, shaking his head. “The cops have lost at this stage, they’re just making it worse now! Get me the fucking Chief of Police.”

“Very well, sir,” the secretary said before turning to leave his office.

“Oh, Sam, and get me Vanessa Carmichael when I’m done with the Chief,” he called after her.

He squinted his face as he groaned, “Sam! Another thing, fuck. I don’t want to hear anything about prosecuting any protester. Prepare a memo for the office: focus on prosecuting cops that stepped out of line. Nothing else!”

Samantha jotted down the instructions on a small notepad before leaving the room.

Joshua knew he had to get the police to stand down. If this riot escalated any more, he and his party would soon be out of a job. They campaigned on racial justice, and were doing a piss poor job of being perceived to be following through. The Chief of Police was a conservative hard ass, but he just had to listen.

Then Joshua had to arrange a strategy meeting with Vanessa, the Left Party’s strategist. They needed to change tact.

His phone couldn’t even ring once before he plucked the receiver up.

“Jesus, Ben, get your men out of there…”

***

Cynthia Smoak just got out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her tits.

The blonde pouted her lips, smiling, and ran her fingers through her long dirty blonde hair, as it fell to just where her voluptuous butt began. It was almost as if she were at a photo shoot, like in the old days. She still had it, even though two pregnancies certainly hadn’t done her body any favors.

“Darling,” her husband said at the bathroom door. She immediately laid her arm across her chest, hiding her tits from him. He sighed, “I’m heading out, don’t forget to drop off the kids.”

“You do it,” she said, not even turning her head to look at him. “I’m… busy today.”

She used her free hand to continue applying make-up to her face.

“I’m already la…” he started.

“I said, you do it, Mark,” she said sternly. Her husband sighed again, and left the bathroom. She could faintly hear him calling her son and daughter to quickly finish up. She smiled, lowered her arm, and carried on getting ready.

Cynthia sighed contentedly, thinking she had the house to herself again today.

She grabbed her phone next to the vanity and scrolled down to “LJ,” and started writing a text.

“Need u today,” she wrote, hitting send.

Twelve miles away, Larry Jefferson’s phone vibrated in his jean pocket.