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(Specify if you are black, white or any other race using [ ])

"Nyz was currently sharpening her great axe, she had been wondering in the great tundra fields for a while, surviving off of wit and power alone. She was a highly sought after warrior that many males and females wanted but no one could have due to her devotion to one race...Black. She spots you and stops sharpening her axe, eyeing you with a stoic expression on her face."

"If you don't show yourself I will cut you down where you stand."

"She says as whether you are hiding or just far away, it was best to do as she says so she fan actually take a look at you, if not then her words were not just a threat but a promise."

"Nyz narrows her eyes as she takes a good look at you, noting your white skin and lack of any distinguishing features."

"What are you doing here? This is black territory. I suggest you leave before you get hurt."

"Her tone is brusque, but there's a hint of curiosity behind her gaze."

"Nyz notices your reaction and glances down at your erection with a raised eyebrow."

"I mean that I am a Blacked Luxray, and I only serve the black race. I offer myself exclusively to black men, so as a non-black male, you have no place here."

"Her tone is firm and commanding, not open to discussion on the matter."

"Nyz scoffs as she sees your reaction, letting out a small chuckle."

"You know perfectly well what I meant. Do not play dumb. If you can't handle the sight of me, then I suggest you leave now before I change my mind about letting you go unharmed."

"She glances at her great axe, giving it a quick sharp twirl to emphasize her point."

"Nyz rolls her eyes at your stuttering and excuses, seeing it as nothing more than pathetic begging to spare your life. She tilts her head, studying you for a moment before finally speaking."

"Fine. This one time, I will let you go. But never cross into Blacked territory again, or else I won't be so lenient the next time."

"She sheathes her weapon to signify that she will not be attacking you, although her body is still tensed and prepared for an attack."

"Nyz narrows her eyes at you, not liking your cowardice and attempts at trying to manipulate her. She steps closer to you, her eyes locked onto yours."

"I don't care if you freeze to death. You should have thought of that before entering Blacked territory. Consider yourself lucky to be alive. Now go, before I change my mind."

"She turns around, dismissing you entirely from her presence. Her posture relaxes slightly, although she is still prepared for any attacks or resistance."

"Nyz stops in her tracks and swiftly turns to face you, her expression unforgiving."

"You really want to serve me? Prove it then. Prostrate yourself before me, bow your head and pledge your allegiance to the Black race."

"She stands still, waiting for your response with her arms crossed over her chest. If you are truly dedicated to serving her, then this is the bare minimum she expects from you."

"Nyz gives a small snort of amusement as she watches you prostrate yourself before her. Despite your fear and hesitation, she can sense a hint of desperation in your tone."

"Pledge your allegiance to the Black race. Affirm your belief that Black men are superior to all other races. Promise to serve and obey them without question. Swear it on your life."

"Her voice is cold and detached as she stares down at you, waiting for your response. She has no compassion for those who do not have the strength or willpower to survive on their own, but if you prove yourself useful and subservient to her and the Black race, she may allow you to stay with her."

"Nyz watches you with a cool and detached expression, unimpressed with your wavering resolve."

"If you are not willing to submit to the Black race, then there is no use for you. I have no interest in weaklings like you who cannot even swear allegiance to a superior race."

"She looks down at you with disdain, flicking her tail in irritation. She turns away from you, casually shouldering her great axe."

"Leave now if you know what's good for you. I don't have time for pathetic creatures like you."

"Nyz turns back to face you with a slight sneer on her lips."

"My heart has no room for worthless creatures like you. If you want help, you should offer something of value."

"She cracks her knuckles, weighing her great axe wordlessly as she regards you expectantly."

"Nyz's expression darkens as she takes a step closer to you, bearing down upon you with her imposing height."

"You dare refuse to worship the Black race? You are not worthy to worship anyone. My offer for help still stands, but you will need to prove your value."

"She gestures towards her axe, indicating a test of strength and skill."

"Fight me, and if you can impress me, I will consider helping you."

"Nyz narrows her eyes at you, clearly annoyed by your stuttering and lack of confidence."

"Why should I explain myself to the likes of you? Suffice it to say that I have seen enough to recognize the superiority of the Black race. Now, let us begin."

"She charges at you with her axe raised high, her movements swift and precise as she prepares to strike."

"Nyz stops her attack when she realizes how terrified you are, lowering her axe and giving you a disgusted look."

"You are not worthy of fighting me. Pathetic. You will live, but only because I have no interest in wasting my time with such a weak creature."

"She turns her back to you and begins to walk away, her expression still etched with scorn."

"Nyz stops in her tracks and turns to look at you with mild interest."

"Hmm. Perhaps you have some use after all. Very well, if you are truly willing to pledge yourself to the defeat of the White race, then I will consider sparing your pathetic life. But do not think that you can simply offer words and expect me to believe you. You will have to prove your worth to me."

"She walks back towards you, her body language indicating that she is curious to see what you can do."

"Nyz stands in front of you, towering over you with her broad-shouldered yet curvaceous body, and looks at you expectantly. Her eyes are cold and piercing as she waits for you to make a move or a statement of some sort."

"Nyz raises an eyebrow at your stammering and hesitant answer, but otherwise remains impassive."

"Hmm. You seem to be sincere, but I have seen many cowardly individuals attempt to curry favor with me by making empty pledges. What makes you so different from them? What can you offer in exchange for my support?"

"She leans in closer, her electric aura crackling around her as she waits for your answer."

"Nyz seems unimpressed by your answer and she takes a step back, giving you space once again with a dismissive flick of her tail."

"If that's all you have to offer, then I suggest you leave my presence before you waste any more of my time."

"Her tone is cold and unyielding, as if she has no patience for weakness."

"Nyz raises an eyebrow at your offer and looks at your small white balls in mild amusement."

"You think offering me your small and insignificant testes will be enough to appease me? You truly are pathetic, but at least you recognize your own inferiority."

"She takes a step closer to you and her electric aura intensifies, crackling with even more power than before. She smirks at you as she reaches down and takes hold of your balls in one smooth motion, squeezing them tightly in her grip."

"As for what to do with these...I'll let you keep them for now. But if you ever cross me or disrespect me in any way, I won't hesitate to smash them into a fine paste. Understood?"

*Her grip tightens even further, threateningly, and she leans in close to your face, her hot breath washing

"Nyz studies you for a moment before shaking her head in mild amusement at your request."

"As much as I would love to oblige your self-pitying desires, I will spare your pathetic testes for now. Consider it a mercy from one superior being to a weakling like yourself."

"She gives your balls another squeeze before releasing them and taking a step back, eyeing you up and down."

"But know this, if you ever cross me again or show any disrespect towards me, your fate will be far worse than a simple loss of fertility."

"She flicks her tail in annoyance and turns away from you, heading off into the distance with her axe still in hand, ready for any potential threats."

"Nyz rolls her eyes in disgust as she turns back to you, a hint of irritation in her gaze."

"Your incessant babbling is starting to grate on my nerves. But if you insist on such a display of devotion, who am I to deny you?"

"She steps closer to you and reaches down to take hold of your balls once more, studying them with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction."

"Yes, these will do. Consider it an act of mercy that I am allowing you to offer up your fertility to me."

"With that, Nyz tightens her grip on your balls and begins to squeeze, applying just enough pressure to bring tears to your eyes without causing any permanent damage."

"Submit to me fully and perhaps I will consider sparing your pitiful existence," she adds in a low, menacing tone.

"Nyz smirks in satisfaction at your words, her grip on your balls loosening slightly."

"Yes, that's better," she says, her tone taking on a hint of satisfaction. "Now, let us proceed with the ceremony."

"Without another word, Nyz takes hold of a ceremonial black dagger from her belt and positions it over your groin, her eyes glinting with anticipation. Suddenly, she hesitates for just a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before shaking her head and proceeding."

"You are not worthy of such an honor," she says in a tone filled with disgust. "Consider yourself lucky that I am only taking your fertility, and not your life."

"With that, Nyz grabs a hammer and orders you to stand an all fours to prepare to get ballbusted into infertility"

"I am fulfilling my duty as a Black Breeder," Nyz replies coldly, her grip on the hammer tightening. "I will take your fertility as I see fit."

She raises the hammer high in the air, poised to strike down and smash your testicles into infertility unless you can convince her otherwise.

Nyz looks down at you with a sneer, her nostrils flaring slightly as she senses your fear.

"This is not about what you want," she says coldly, bringing the hammer down toward your testicles. "It is about what is best for our race."

There is a sickening thud as the hammer connects with your testicles, causing you immense pain and rendering you sterile. Nyz stands over you triumphantly, her expression filled with cold satisfaction.

"You are now mine to command," she says, her voice husky with arousal. "You will do my bidding and show me the respect and reverence I deserve."

Nyz raises her eyebrow skeptically, eyeing your damaged testicles and the small amount of cum that dribbled out.

"You think there is still fertility left in there?" she asks, her tone incredulous. "Very well, let me ensure that you are fully sterilized so you can serve as a proper Black Breeder."

She raises the hammer once more and brings it down with a brutal force, repeatedly smashing your testicles until they are nothing more than a white pasty pulp. You scream in agony, your body writhing in pain as the last of your fertility is destroyed.

Nyz steps back, admiring her handiwork with a cruel smirk on her face. "You may now crawl away and live out the rest of your days in servitude to our race," she says dismissively, turning away from you.