The Black Power Virus: Multiplier

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Welcome back BPV fans! Here is another stand-alone story. If you hadn’t noticed before, impregnation plays a major part in the story. This story is mostly focused on it.

Series Note: I understand that not everyone loved the futa stuff in the main chapters, but I told the story the way I wanted to and finished that arc. There won’t be any more of that in the main chapters, so no need to worry about that.

Story note: All characters in this story that engage in sexual activity are over 18.

The story is somewhat presented in a vignette style, so there are a LOT of flashbacks and stories set in the past, so to make things less confusing:

***** Stars show a break to or from the ‘Present’

……. Dots show a break in time

*****

36 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE

Marcus slept peacefully until a bug flew too close to his face. He swatted at it multiple times, before giving up and opening his eyes. He stretched his arms across his custom-made Master bed. His right hand slid across a pair of tits that jiggled effortlessly and sloshed with milk. His left hand rubbed a huge belly that he guessed (correctly) contained four of his children. His hands roamed over warm, round bodies in every direction. The giant bed was full from top to bottom with the women in his house that were at least 6 months pregnant.

Marcus considered the scene and could at least acknowledge that he had an unhealthy obsession.

He remembered his schedule for the upcoming day and groaned in annoyance. He’d have to spend all day explaining his deep-seeded fixation.

His cock extended and thickened. He simply turned to one side and filled the closest warm body.

LATER THAT DAY

Despite the enormous size of Marcus’ estate, the film crew’s presence didn’t go unnoticed. Production took over the ballroom that Marcus used for some of his smaller family gatherings. The 4800-square foot room was filled with equipment and a make-shift television set. The buzz of activity came to a stop as cameras began to roll.

The stage was lit and the cameras moved towards documentary filmmaker Gianna Rossi “Thirty five years ago, Global power structures underwent the greatest realignment in human history. World governments, multi-national conglomerates and the socio-economically privileged ALL ceded power to a new more basic institution… The family unit.”

Gianna crossed her long tan legs. The Italian-American was born days after the first reported cases of the outbreak. She had never known the ‘Old World’, but made it her life’s work to document the changes. She swept aside some of her long, dark chestnut hair and arched her back. Despite being dressed professionally, her virus-enhanced breasts tested the material of her white blouse.

“As with everything else, the family unit underwent extreme and unpredictable changes. The traditional nuclear family gave way to the post-virus harem style family. The average black master maintains a household of 10-20 slaves. The more ‘exceptional’ masters have created their own city-states and even have defined territory. Men like Master Marcus Dubois. Our in-depth report will look at his incredible journey. Thank you Sir, for indulging us with your time.” Gianna motioned over to the seat next to her and the camera panned towards Marcus.

“Don’t be thanking me. Thank all the beautiful women at my estate, who could make use of my time.” Marcus flashed a wry grin.

Gianna leaned in “Out of all the great masters, you come from a unique background. One that makes you invaluable to the historical record. What was the moment that kicked this all off?”

******

14 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE

“Who can tell me who the greatest conqueror of all time is?” Dr. Vanessa Leblanc asked her homeschool group.

Michelle, Vanessa, Tyrone, Derek and Cindy had so many mixed-race kids amongst them that they all agreed to have a couple of hours of home schooling every week. Dr. Leblanc thought it would be a pity not to pass on some of her scientific knowledge. She also had a more insidious plan to condition the children for her planned future.

The children were all fairly young, but some proposed answers “Julius Caesar! Emperor of Rome!” A boy shouted exuberantly and shot his arms up in the air.

Vanessa smiled “Very good! He’s one of the most famous, but not quite the answer I’m looking for.”

The rest of the children scratched their heads trying to think of an answer.

“Let’s circle back. What is a conqueror?” Vanessa asked.

Young Marcus was a little older than the others and really thought about it.

The door opened and his Mom Cindy walked in with his ‘Aunt’ Ashley. His mother never looked more beautiful than when she waddled around with a massive pregnant belly. Cindy spent most of Marcus’ life pregnant, so he always had a baby brother, sister (or both) on the way. “Sorry for the interruption. I just thought you all might like snacks.” Cindy had a tray of chopped up carrots and celery Escort bayan with peanut butter.

Ashley was close behind and carrying another tray. She was always described as ‘Mommy and Daddy’s friend and helper’, but she got pregnant every now and then too. Her children were raised along with Cindy’s kids as brothers and sisters. Marcus put the pieces together in his head. Ashley waddled around with her own rounded belly helping to serve the kids.

As soon as Ashley and Cindy left, Marcus had an answer “My Dad is a conqueror.”

The other kids giggled, but Vanessa quieted them down “Kids, kids! That’s actually a very good answer.” The kids looked confused, but Vanessa happily explained “In nature, a species thrives by reproducing. An individual animal can judge their success by passing on their genes as much as possible. Look at how many kids your father Derek has.” The kids looked at the dozen or so brothers and sisters in the room, which didn’t count all the crying babies and toddlers in the house. “Raise your hand if you know any kids at school with more than 3 brothers and sisters.” The kids all kept their hands down.

Vanessa smiled “So your father Derek is VERY successful. Compared to the average man, he IS a conqueror. He has done a lot more to reshape the future in his image! When you all grow up and have kids, and they have kids, and they have kids, you will all carry on his legacy. Only time will tell how big that impact is.”

“So who is the greatest… So far?” Vanessa asked again. When no one had a name, Vanessa revealed a poster she had set up “1 in every 200 men in the World are related to Genghis Khan. His empire is gone hundreds of years after his death, but his genetic legacy carries on.”

After class, Marcus approached Vanessa “I want to be just like my Dad.”

Vanessa smiled at him and pinched his cheek “If you want, you can do SO much more.”

******

Gianna Rossi listened intently to the story “You grew up with Dr. Vanessa Leblanc in your family circle before she unleashed BPV and she actively groomed your family for the New World. That must have been incredibly confusing for a young man.”

Marcus nodded “It was a major question that seemed to linger in the air. Why was our family so different from all of our friends and the outside World? Dr. Leblanc had a major influence and we all just trusted that she had a plan, even though we were never fully aware of it. We vaguely labeled it as ‘the Cause’; a belief that the black race should be put on top. She encouraged me specifically once she saw my reaction to her talk on reproduction.”

“Yes, your modus operandi. I’m sure we’ll go into great detail about your infamous breeding habits.” Gianna turned towards the camera “As a programming note, this documentary will stay in compliance with the Gentleman’s code Sec 3 Paragraph 5 ‘No media shall portray, encourage or glorify sexual contact between anyone under the age of 18.’ That’s the only rule. Do you accept, Master Marcus?”

Marcus let out a little chuckle “Women these days are all about ‘compliance’.” He joked, but nodded his head to accept the rules.

Gianna smiled “Great, so with that said, I’d like to learn your story through the women of your life. Please tell me about your most memorable, early-life sexual encounter.” Gianna leaned back knowing that there would be an editing cut and the first segment of her documentary would be introduced.

PART I: LOW HANGING FRUIT

Marcus started to tell his story “I wish I could say that I was a natural from my very first time. Men today can be sloppy their first time, but before the virus it could be an awkward mess. My first time was all nerves. There was so much pressure to perform… I don’t even remember her name.” He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s a moot point, since I can’t talk about it anyways, so I’m going to start around the point I got some game; my senior year of High School. I was about a year older than the others, since I spent a year abroad in Saint Margaret, France. It was a place unusually friendly to ‘the Cause’ and proved a pretty good place to foster skills that I’d need in the future.”

“Before I get into it, I just want to make one thing clear. More often than not, I was the villain of the story. Short of forcing anyone, I used whatever underhanded tricks and tactics that I could think of to spread my seed.” He got the disclaimer out of the way and paused for a moment “I didn’t care about looks, family wealth or social position at first. In the early days, I looked for targets of opportunity.”

******

6 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE

They met at the mall. She had a big fight with her Dad and wanted to piss him off as much as possible. Marcus saw her storm off and smelled an opportunity. Peggy-Anne and her family were considered the local trailer trash. Some of the meaner kids called her ‘Piggy-Anne’, but Marcus liked her thick body. As long as she could bear his children, it didn’t matter. He watched Bayan escort her fat ass bounce in tight stretchy shorts with ‘juicy’ written across.

Marcus saw her storming off in a huff and picked up a tray with drinks on it. He intercepted her and acted shocked when she smashed into him and spilled the drinks all over him.

“Ah!! Fuckin’ shit!” She yelled.

“Ohhh no! All over my new clothes!” Marcus feigned his reaction.

“Peggy-Anne! Where you at?!” Peggy’s Dad looked around the mall trying to find her. He had a mean look and didn’t seem to care if people heard him raise his voice to his daughter.

Peggy took Marcus’ hand and led him to the bathroom “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The two dodged her Dad. The Ladies’ room had a line, so Marcus looked in the Men’s room “No one in here.” He even put an ‘out of order’ sign on the door.

Peggy reluctantly ducked inside “Thanks, I can’t stand that man at the moment… What are you doing?”

Marcus removed his jacket and shirt to reveal his athletic body “We are still washing out my clothes, right?”

Peggy reached for his clothes, but her eyes lingered on the shirtless near-stranger “My Daddy would kill me if he caught me in here alone with a nigger boy.” She said matter of fact. Marcus had never heard a white person use the N-word so casually. It was almost amusing.

She started to wash his clothes. “Why is that?” Marcus played dumb.

“Because all of y’all just be wantin’ one thing.” She looked back to stare some more at his sexy chest and abs, but was greeted with a generous outline against his pants. Marcus always wore pants that would ‘show him off’ for such occasions. This time she started gawking.

Marcus continued to play dumb and moved forward “You look mighty fine washing my clothes. Like a good woman.” The water just ran as she stared back at him. He got so close behind her that his solid erection pressed against the back of her ass so she could feel it “What one thing?”

She was left speechless. Her lip quivered and Marcus just ran his hands along her hips. He boldly pulled her stretchy pants down and started playing with her soaked pussy.

No protest, no words, only groans of pleasure. Marcus pressed his advantage, by quickly sinking his black cock deep inside of her. He kept thinking she’d stop him or say something. He faked his confidence with aggression and it paid off with a pure animalistic mating. She pushed her ass back on him to get more cock.

From there, Marcus just bent her over and pounded her hard into the sink. By the end, he yanked her hair back hard and unloaded his young black sperm into her body.

8 MONTHS LATER

The two were in the exact same position. Marcus took her hard from behind. This time they made her trailer park home shake and rattle. This time the chubby white teen was much, much bigger.

At this point in his life, Marcus had become a teen father several times over. The ensuing scandal would cause the girl’s parents to move them away or prematurely end the pregnancy, so Marcus learned to choose his targets and not shit where he eats. Peggy was one of the first to stick around.

Marcus fucked her like a bitch, but ran his hands all over the beautifully swollen curves of her body. Both hands gripped her tits. He thought his hands were too small for the task. He squeezed them hard and milk shot out onto the bed. Soon they’d feed his young. His hands moved down and worshiped her enormous round belly. He imagined his twins growing every day; transforming her little by little. The image made him groan and he flipped her over to shower her belly with his black cum.

Marcus generally liked to leave as soon as he finished. He had no interest in actually spending time with Peggy. She was about to say something when the door shot open.

Peggy’s father stormed in “What the FUCK!” his voice was filled with rage.

“Daddy! It ain’t what it look like!” She pleaded.

Her father wouldn’t hear a word from her “A fuckin’ Nigger did this to my baby girl?!!” He grabbed a nearby shotgun and aimed it straight at Marcus’ face. He pulled the trigger and the gun made a harmless *CLICK* sound.

Marcus shot him a smart grin and ran out the window he had opened for just such an occasion. He ran off through the trailer park laughing. He felt so smart unloading her father’s shotgun, but he didn’t think that he hid ammo all over the trailer. The enraged father loaded up, despite his daughter’s protests. He ran outside and took aim from a distance.

*BANG!*

******

Marcus recounted the story with a smile that showed time healed the pain “I must have ran 3 or 4 miles, before I felt it. One in my back and one in my ass. The doctors got the one shotgun pellet out of my back. I never saw her again after that. I can’t imagine her life went well.”

Gianna nodded “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that story. Why does she hold a special space in your memory? Is it that she was the first one Escort brave enough to bear your children openly? The consequences must have been the most dire for her.”

“Maybe… Or it was the fact I got fucking shot!” Marcus laughed. “Oh wait, I’m not supposed to cuss. Sorry about that.”

Gianna shrugged it off “Don’t worry about that. This documentary will certainly be for adults only.” It was time to move on “So we’ve established that you got off to a somewhat rocky start. How did you ‘refine’ your technique?”

Marcus thought for a moment “You can’t get good at anything without practice.”

******

5 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE

Marcus’ family stood around the kitchen table and sang. He felt the warmth of the nineteen candles before blowing them out all at once. Cheers and applause soon followed. It was a pretty typical birthday celebration until he got a card from his parents. He opened it up expecting cash or some big present. A look of disappointment came over him for a moment when he didn’t see anything inside.

The card read:

You’ll thank us later.

Happy Birthday!

-Mom & Dad

His parents gave him the same smile that they did when he learned to ride a bike; the kind of look that said ‘our little man is growing up.’

The party eventually winded down and everyone went to bed. Marcus couldn’t sleep. The note left him restless. His bedroom door opened and closed quietly.

Marcus sat up in bed and soon recognized Aunt Ashley in a bathrobe. A jolt shot through his cock. His body knew instantly what his mind suspected and prepared itself for with a stone hard erection hidden under the covers.

Ashley was truly a second mother to most of the children. This time, her nurturing smile hinted at something more “Somehow I knew you’d be awake.” She sat on the bed right next to him.

Young Marcus couldn’t help but feel excited, despite the almost motherly bond “Do my parents know that you’re here?”

“Who do you think sent me?” She slipped her robe off her shoulders. ‘Aunt’ Ashley always wore a slim black choker, but it was now replaced with a thick black leather slave collar with a D ring at the center. Her wrists had matching cuffs. Her left cuff had ‘CINDY’ embroidered on it and ‘DEREK’ on the right cuff. Other than that, she wore nothing at all. “Don’t think your parents haven’t noticed your little ‘biology’ project with every dumb teeny bopper that you can get your hands on. They don’t exactly approve, but if you’re going to knock up half the town…” The bedroom door opened and yet another woman walked in the door “We want you to aim higher.”

Marcus instantly recognized Annabelle. One of Tyrone’s many illegitimate children that grew up in Marcus’ home. She often got teased for her skin tone and called ‘Albino Annie’. The other children teased her about her looks and her commitment to ‘the Cause’. She’d had a crush on Marcus for years, because he refused to make fun of her. The half black, half white young woman had a skin tone that was only one shade darker than the typical white woman. Despite her skin color, she did have some black girl characteristics like plump lips, and a thick booty. She was a little younger than Marcus and had short, dirty blonde, curly hair. She walked around the bed and sat to Marcus’ right.

Marcus thanked the Lord “This is the best Birthday present… EVER!”

As soon as he said it, Ashley brought him back to reality with a light slap to the cheek “This is no gift, it’s a training opportunity.”

Marcus suddenly felt a chill of fear run down his spine at the thought of being denied his first threesome. “Ummm OK, I’m all ears. I want to learn!” He said eagerly. His eyes wandered up and down Ashley’s chest.

Ashley liked to see him get nervous. It was totally a gift, but she wanted him to work a little for it. “Good. Up until now, you’ve been successful with the… how do you say this delicately?… dumb whores around you. We want you to target and succeed with ANYONE that you want. So, you’re going to have to up your seduction game.” Ashley smiled and moved the covers off of him. Marcus slept naked so the blankets slowly, but surely revealed his athletic, young, black body with his painfully hard black cock reaching past his belly button.

Now it was Ashley’s turn to ogle “Mmmm mmm this body sure makes your job easier, Sweetie.” Ashley checked Annabelle’s face to see the same look of simmering anticipation.

“First thing’s first. There are two kinds of women. The bad girls and… The girls that don’t know they are bad girls yet. Your job is to bring that inner slut out of any white woman that you find.” To hook Marcus in, she started rubbing her stomach “Plant your seed, fill our bellies, convert us to ‘The Cause’, use our bodies to make more dirty, horny Niggers!” She paused to let her words sink in, his breathing got heavier. “What type of girl am I? Do you think your Father won me over the night we met, because he was nice?”

Marcus took a second to get a hold of his thoughts “No fucking way… He saw what kind of a slut you were and took you from your white bitch boyfriend.”

“That’s correct, I’m a bad girl and know that I want a thug nigga to just take what he wants.” Ashley purred.

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