Turn them into snowbunny sluts

It’s a great idea... perfect even. If Mr. Powers wants you to be an influence on his daughters, you’ll influence them alright. You’ll corrupt them in un-American ways that can never be undone. Why not? This whole house is filled with just you and three bitches. Absolutely no one can stop you.

Eagerly, you grab one of the young girls by her brown hair and lift her pretty, tear-stained face off the pool table. “You know what’s happening to you right now!” You ask cruelly. She tries to speak. You hear terror in her tone, but her words are muffled by the ballgag in her mouth.

You pull her over to see her sister’s stuffed asshole. “You know what a snowbunny is?” You snigger. “How about a spade princess?” The response is again muffled and to be honest, you don’t really care what she’s saying. “How about a pretty white toy for big black cocks? Know what that is?” You see her eyes open wide. “That’s right… this is what’s stuffed in you too, just as it should be. Petite white girls stuffed with big black cock!”

The other sister, the one whose asshole you’re currently observing, starts to mutter incoherently as well. You give the base of the toy inside her a hard slap, reverberating deep into her asshole. The scream that follows is muffled too, but very loud, and delightful to your ears.

“See, everyone knows that white people are the most capable race. But the thing about women, the reason why you sluts are destined to be second class citizens, is because your can control your little cunts. It’s also a well known scientific facts that contact with big black cocks just breaks your weak little brains. That’s why every black man with over 7 inches has to register with the government. Get it?”

The girl just looks at you puzzled. She must be very confused by what’s happening and why it’s happening. More confused even than is normal for a dumb young girl like her.

You’re suddenly distracted by someone tugging at your shirt. “Hey! This isn’t what you’re here to do!” Ugh, it’s the fucking Freedom Wife. Better handle this quickly.

In one swift motion, you tear the dildo out of the bent-over daughter’s ass, whirl around, grab the Freedom Wife, pin her against the nearest wall, pull down her bikini bottoms, and shove the toy inside her puckered asshole. You’re really quite good at this sort of thing. You may have missed your calling. But not anymore.

Now you’re standing behind her, holding her up against the wall, one hand against her face, the other pushing the huge black toy as deep inside her as possible.

“Are you in charge here?!” You snip angrily.

“N…no” her whole body is tense with the shock of what’s just happened to her.

“Who’s in charge here?!”

“You are” sweat builds on her toned frame. At least she knows the right answers.

The daughters watch, not trying to run, not trying to escape, probably entranced by the presence of a strong man.

“Why am I in charge here?” You continue to control the situation.

“Because you’re a man.” Weakly, she grabs her bikini top and pulls it down. She’s probably so unaccustomed to the power of a real man, that when she encounters one, her simple brain demand she expose herself to him.

The tits are nice. But you have no plans to get distracted. “Then answer this, and don’t you dare fucking lie to me. When that husband of yours is fucking you with his small cock, what are you thinking of?” She hesitates. “TELL ME!”

“Big black cock” she says with gasping breath. The toy is as deep in her as possible.

“And if you had to live your life over again, would you be a dumb slut Freedom Wife?” You ask.

“No…” she seems about to cry.

“What would you want to be?”

“A dumb slut snowbunny,” a tear rolls down her cheek.

This also confirms something you’ve long believed. That women simply aren’t programmed to be patriotic Americans. That something in their weird brains tells them to do shit like kiss other women, or lust for black cock, or read even though their feeble minds can’t handle it. Which is why the world needs men like you.

“Now I’m gonna make these two little bitches into black cock whores and you’re not going to do anything about it.” Your cock is very stiff in your pants. You kinda wish you could fuck somebody here. But you’ve got better things to do.

“Am I being punished?” The Freedom Wife asks in a whisper.

“Yeah,” you say. “You’re being punished. They’re being punished. That sad excuse for the man of this house is being punished. Y’all don’t deserve this country.” You take your hands off her and she slides to the ground.

You turn your attention back to the daughters. They’re still just watching. “Didn’t even try to fight back, eh? Whatever books you’ve been reading must not be that empowering.” You laugh.

The one tries to talk again, still constrained by her ballgag.

“Oh fuckin’ fine already.” You pull it off her.

She gazes up at you with big, young, doe eyes and speaks softly. “They’re romance novels.”

You laugh to yourself. Well that explains that. Romance novels are illegal for appealing to women’s prurient interests. These two aren’t little wannabe scholars. They really are just a couple brats.

“Mister….” The one adds, squirming. “Please… it’s so uncomfortable.”

You remember that she’s still stuffed. You spin her around and yank the big black dildo from her small white ruined asshole and casually push it into the stunned Freedom Wife’s throat, discarding her there, still collapsed on the floor.

“Now,” you address the daughters. “Get dressed in the bare minimum. We’re going somewhere.”