Black Takeover II: The Lombardi Reparation** *(Moiarte3D × Enko × Devin Dickie / QoS hybrid – BNWO NTR sakusei)*

**Black Takeover II: The Lombardi Reparation**

(Moiarte3D × Enko × Devin Dickie / QoS hybrid – BNWO NTR sakusei)

The national radio and television chain cut into every screen in Keniabe at the same moment.

President Joshua Farey’s official spokesman stood in full military dress, medals gleaming under the studio lights. His voice was calm, measured, and absolute.

“A revolutionary greeting to all my compatriots and comrades in Keniabe… On this occasion I am pleased to announce that little by little our former oppressors are beginning to understand our ideal… As proof of this, today we are accompanied by the Italian Ambassador, Paolo Lombardi, who is willing to recognize the sins committed for many years by his people against our country… So much is his regret for his sins that he is willing to submit himself and his family to severe reparations to win our forgiveness…”

The camera pulled back to show Paolo Lombardi standing stiffly in a dark suit beside the officer. Two shirtless Black men—lean, hard-bodied, one older with a full grey beard, the other younger with tribal tattoos across his chest and arms—stood a few paces away.

“As the main reparation act, our now friend and collaborator Paolo Lombardi and his family will become the founders of our Rehabilitation and Social Reintegration Program… Recently Anuar Kanu and Tafari Okocha were granted their freedom and they have been chosen to be the first to live with the Lombardi family until they are ready to join our community again…”

Paolo’s face was pale. His wife Felicia and daughter Sofia stood further back in the studio, already dressed in the short, revealing outfits the Blue Guard had provided for the broadcast—Felicia in a tight red dress that clung to every curve, Sofia in a beige mini-dress that barely covered her.

The spokesman continued without mercy.

“I must admit that this is a reparation act that really reflects his commitment and respect for the new regime… However, Paolo and I have decided that this is not enough… But I will let him tell you his additional reparation…”

Paolo’s voice cracked when he spoke.

“It is impossible for us or society to know when these two gentlemen will be ready to be reinserted into the community system, however, we all know that there is nothing like a son to change the heart of a man… For that reason… from today… Anuar Kanu and Tafari Okocha… both… both of them will have the right to impregnate my wife Felicia Lombardi and my daughter Sofia Lombardi so that the fruit of their unions will change their souls and turn them into good men…”

Felicia’s eyes went wide with horror.

“Paolo… did you go crazy? Those men just got out of prison…”

Sofia’s voice was smaller. “You cannot talk seriously, Dad…”

The older convict, Anuar, already had one large hand on Felicia’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make the red fabric dig into her flesh—SQUEEZE! The younger one, Tafari, did the same to Sofia.

The spokesman smiled for the cameras.

“Look at that, Paolo… is it not beautiful? Your wife and your daughter fraternizing with those two men… This is the reason why this movement began…”

The private jet lifted off less than an hour later.

Paolo sat rigid in one of the leather seats, still in his suit, hands clenched on his knees. Across the narrow cabin Felicia was already naked from the waist up, straddling Tafari’s lap. The tattooed convict’s thick black cock stood rigid between them; Felicia’s pale fingers were wrapped around it, stroking slowly while she stared at the size with a mixture of fear and reluctant fascination.

“Only way out? Wow… but don’t worry… are you seeing this, honey? Maybe not everything is so bad after all… Look at the size of that cock… it’s almost four times bigger than yours…”

Paolo’s face twisted. “Honey, you have to understand that it was our only way out…”

Felicia’s voice dropped, almost dreamy. “It’s so hard… I don’t think we’ll get home without this man buried his cock inside me…”

Tafari grinned, hands already sliding under her dress to cup her bare ass.

Anuar had Sofia pressed against the opposite bulkhead. The older man’s grey-bearded mouth was at her neck while one hand shoved her beige dress up over her hips. Sofia’s eyes were wide, lips parted.

“Fuck, can you feel it? My cock became very hard, girl… is ready to give your little white pussy a really hard pounding…”

Sofia’s voice trembled. “God help me!”

Anuar laughed. “I do not think your God can help you; your Italian pussy is going to be getting African black cock for quite some time from today…”

The jet was still climbing when Tafari pushed Felicia onto her back across one of the seats. He lined up the thick, dark head of his cock and pushed.

The wet sound of her body yielding was loud in the cabin—SLISSHHH!

Felicia’s back arched. “OHHH GOD, IT’S HUGE… SHIT… OHHH GOD IS THAT… IT’S SO BIG OOOOHHHH!”

Tafari’s hips rolled forward, burying more of himself with every thrust. “Fuck yes, you’re a tight whore…”

Paolo watched, face bloodless, as his wife’s legs spread wider to accommodate the invasion.

On the other side of the cabin Anuar had Sofia bent over a seat. He entered her with the same relentless force. Sofia’s cry was higher, sharper.

“AAAAHH! DADDY, DO SOMETHING PLEASE… AAAAAHHHHH! THIS MAN IS HURTING ME AAAAAHHHHH!”

Anuar only fucked harder. “Yeah, and you like that… bitch… OHH!”

Sofia’s voice cracked into something else. “OHHHHHH! YES, I LOVE IT, I HAD NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS AAAAAHH! I’M CUMMIIIIIIIIING!”

Paolo’s hands shook in his lap. The only consolation left to him was that the alternative—the mixed prison—would have been worse.

The jet continued east through the night sky while two former convicts claimed the Italian ambassador’s wife and daughter in full view of the man who had signed them over.

Two hours later the Lombardi mansion was quiet except for the wet sounds coming from the master suite.

Felicia and Sofia stood in the bedroom doorway still half-dressed in the lingerie the Blue Guard had allowed them to keep. Both women were marked with fresh cum. Paolo sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, looking older than he had that morning.

Sofia’s voice was almost gentle. “Yes, well… Dad, don’t worry… everything’s fine… At least you can sleep peacefully; Sofia loved what old Anuar did to her on the jet…”

Paolo’s reply was broken. “Honey, forgive me… I really couldn’t do anything… I really wanted to help you, I wanted to get that man away from you, but I couldn’t do it… I can’t do it, if I intervene the three of us will go to prison and there… there would be much worse… Do you understand right?”

Felicia touched her daughter’s shoulder. “Oh Mom, you didn’t have to say that to Dad…”

Sofia’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t… Dad, don’t say anymore, it’s very embarrassing… I just hope you won’t judge me later…”

“No, no my darling I would never judge you… You will always be my princess… I swear.”

Anuar’s deep voice came from the hallway. “It’s fine, but come on… the men of the house wait for their females…”

Felicia and Sofia exchanged a long look, then turned and walked toward the living room where the two Black men waited, already hard again.

That night the reparation continued without pause.

Felicia was bent over the glass coffee table, Anuar’s thick cock driving into her from behind with heavy, punishing strokes. Sofia was on all fours beside her, Tafari buried to the root, hips slamming forward so hard the younger woman’s breasts swung wildly.

“OHHH! GOD MOM YOU SHOULDN’T PROVOKE THEM ANYMORE AAAAHH! THIS BLACK IS SMACKING MY BUTTS WITH HIS HIPS HARD… OOOOHHHH! HE IS FUCKING ME LIKE A CRAZY MACHINE AAAAAHH HOLY GOD! AAAAAHH!”

Felicia’s voice was raw. “OHHHHH! YEAH NIGGER… THINK OF ALL THE YEARS YOU WERE IMPRISONED BY MEN LIKE MY HUSBAND… THINK ABOUT ALL THOSE LONELY NIGHTS IN PRISON AND POUND MY PUSSY AS HARD AS YOU CAN WITH THAT HUGE BLACK COCK AAAAAHH! YES… AAAAAHHHHH!”

The wet BANG! BANG! BANG! of flesh on flesh filled the open-plan living room. Both women came hard, one after the other, while the two convicts kept thrusting through the contractions, determined to empty themselves as deeply as possible.

Paolo sat in a chair at the edge of the room, forced to watch every second.

By the following afternoon the pattern was already set.

Felicia and Sofia walked naked onto the outdoor terrace where Anuar and Tafari waited, both cocks already rigid in the sunlight.

Sofia’s voice carried a note of disbelief. “My God, it’s only been four hours ago since last time they fucked us and just look at their dicks…”

Tafari grinned. “Wow, it seems our sluts are ready for their afternoon fuck…”

Felicia reached back and spread herself as Anuar stepped up behind her. “OHHH! YES I LOVE IT, HIT THAT PUSSY HARD, AAAAHH! FUCK ME HARDER…”

Anuar slammed home. “You don’t even have to ask for it, bitch, I’m going to tap your sweet Italian pussy all afternoon long… OOOHHH FUCK!”

Sofia was already bent over the terrace railing, Tafari’s hands on her hips, the thick black cock disappearing into her with the same relentless rhythm.

Paolo watched from the glass doors, chastity cage locked, the sound of his wife and daughter being used drifting across the manicured grounds of the mansion that no longer truly belonged to him.

The Black Takeover had claimed another family.

And the reparation had only just begun.