Black Tide: The Etiquette of the Black Emperor Cult

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Within the Black Emperor's cult, Li Qiang was considered the most successful among the Chinese. To join, a Chinese member had to have cuckolding tendencies. He personally

handed his wife, Dong Xuerong, over to Black men as a sex slave. As an undercover agent, Li Qiang sacrificed his wife, Dong Xuerong, witnessing her being gang-raped and "trained" by Black men. Simultaneously, he secured a position next to Howard.

Occasionally, when the Black Emperor's cuckolds gathered, they would watch videos of Black men having sex with Chinese women. The Black men's massive penises ravished the sexy women, providing them with even greater pleasure than if they were doing it themselves. Especially the former feminist leader Yao Jingting, whose large breasts and plump buttocks had been fantasized about to fall asleep countless nights. This tall, sexy, and incredibly attractive woman was once considered someone only Black men could satisfy. Therefore, everyone found it very enjoyable, as if a millennia-old monster had been judged and punished by God.

Howard's taming of Yao Jingting was a textbook example in the industry. From initially teasing her with his tongue, to offering hope, then giving her an out, claiming she had other reasons for not wanting to leave, he gradually wore down her spirit through physical intimacy, used cryogenics to whet her appetite, and finally waited for her to willingly submit to him, causing her physical surrender. His five days and five nights of intense, almost tear-jerking training were perfectly timed, with perfect intensity, rhythm, and atmosphere.

Ultimately, Yao almost gave up, desperately seeking out Howard, the extent to which he aroused her uncontrollable desires.

Li Qiang said that the attraction of a black man's large penis to a woman is like the attraction of a woman's large breasts to a man; it's no wonder these women couldn't resist temptation. He told everyone that he was chastity-bound, forced to watch his wife being gang-raped by black men while his own penis couldn't get erect.

During his wife's initiation ceremony, she personally locked herself in the chastity belt, the key hanging around her neck.

A Mediterranean man said his wife, Chen Xiangqin, had also been "trained" before, but he didn't know it until someone used Black King Cult rituals to manipulate her.

"My wife is half a year older than me. She has a very gentle personality, a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and an outstanding, graceful demeanor. She's clearly well-educated. But when I first met her, she was just handing out flyers. After a few dates, I discovered she seemed to have amnesia; she only knew her own name, never mentioning her parents or family, not even her identity." "

Finally, I got her legal status and we got married. But I unexpectedly discovered a bat tattoo below her breast, wings outstretched from the lower edge of her breast to her navel, and a number tattooed under her left armpit: blackkingxxxx."

"I asked her why, and she said she had been hurt and didn't want to talk about it, hoping I wouldn't ask. She said if I disliked her, I could divorce her." "

She looked so pitiful; how could I bear to see her sad? She must have been hurt in love, just another girl with a story. That's what I thought at the time."

"But she's so beautiful. She's 175cm tall, with skin as white as a porcelain doll, all white, and her feet are so delicate. She likes to wear a ring on her left toe, set with diamonds and rubies, and a red string tied around her ankle, making her legs look even smoother and more refined. It's a good thing she has that tattoo, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to touch her," the Mediterranean man said with a smile.

"Actually, I'm not very sexually active. You know I work with computers, and I'm losing my hair. I don't have the energy for that anymore. My wife understands."

"But at the beginning of last year, a foreign student joined my company. I saw he was Black, and after a few questions, I knew he must have been wasting his time studying abroad and didn't know anything."

"But this Black subordinate was quite adept at understanding Chinese customs. He came to visit us a few days later, bringing gifts."

"The moment he walked in, his eyes were fixed on my wife, and she got a little embarrassed. That day, she was wearing a plain pink short-sleeved knit top and fitted white cropped trousers. She was about to go out on an errand, wearing pink Ochirly shoes—a mature, professional look. To keep cool, the armpits were a bit slit open. I think she was worried about her armpit tattoo being seen, so I told her to hurry up and run her errand."

"Hey? Sister-in-law, why are you leaving so soon? Are you trying to get rid of me?" my subordinate said.

"No, I'll sit with you for a while. Wait a moment. I'll pour you some tea." "Thank you for

your trouble, sister-in-law. Your shoes are really beautiful." "

Really? Hehe." My wife smiled awkwardly but politely.

That guy's eyes never left my wife. When she poured the tea, he stared even more intently, as if he wanted to bury his eyes in her clothes. He picked up his teacup, and I noticed that he also had a ring on his hand, the style and workmanship of which were very similar to my wife's.

What a coincidence! Could it be a certain brand?

"Sister-in-law, do you have a dog?" The black subordinate waved his ringed hand at my wife. Why did he say that?

"Me? I don't," my wife blurted out, initially a little surprised, but after seeing the ring, her face instantly turned several shades red. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, revealing a straight and deep cleavage. "It's so hot." She rubbed her breasts together, making her F-cup breasts sway, then reached behind her earlobe with one hand and pressed the other against her flat stomach. She licked her red lips, her teeth nervously biting her lower lip.

There was a hint of teasing in her voice, and it was his wife teasing him; he'd never seen her like this before.

"I'm itchy..." she whispered, making sure the black subordinate sitting opposite her on the sofa heard her. But he was sure he hadn't misheard; it wasn't "I want a dog," but "I'm itchy!

" "I want a dog too," the black subordinate said, beckoning to his wife.

Suddenly, she knelt down, crawled over, leaning forward until her breasts almost touched his knees. He was momentarily surprised; this was too much hospitality.

"Sister-in-law, your shoes are so beautiful. May I see them?"

His wife respectfully took off her shoes, held them above her head, and offered them to him. This wasn't treating guests, it was practically offering it to the emperor!

The black man took it, looked at it, and even smelled it. Then, he stretched out his right hand, and my wife did something I'll never forget. She rolled over and extended her right foot. In the blink of an eye, her soft, boneless, white foot was in his hand. Their coordination was so perfect, as if they'd rehearsed it countless times.

The black man held my wife's foot, examining it closely, especially the ring, turning it over and over, looking at it from top to bottom several times. His other hand slowly moved up her fitted trousers, almost touching her thigh.

"Ahem," I reminded him, "You're my subordinate. If you act like this in my house, I'll tell the boss tomorrow and fire you."

They acted as if I didn't exist. The black subordinate even pressed my wife's bare foot against his face and blew on it. Although it tickled, my wife forcefully endured it, not daring to pull her foot away.

"What's going on?" I said, but they pretended not to hear me, treating me like I wasn't there.

The Black man withdrew his hand, and only then did his wife slowly retract her foot, squatting in front of him. He picked up a pink high heel and waved it in front of her; her chest heaved violently, and she seemed to be struggling to breathe.

He put the high heel aside, and her breathing became rapid. Her breasts, unbuttoned, swayed, and she clasped her hands together, raising her heels like a puppy.

Seeing her raised heels, the Black man grinned wickedly, then used his knee to pry open her knees, forcing her legs apart in front of him. He put his fingers in her mouth, played with them for a while, then picked up the high heel and shoved the heel directly into her mouth, moving it up and down. He then inserted another heel.

Good heavens! My beloved little mouth was being messed with like this by him! This black man is so reckless. But why doesn't my wife resist at all?

The two of them are like they're possessed, and I was so shocked that I didn't react for a moment. I didn't stop them.

After about half a minute, he took out his high heels and put them in his bag. After taking a couple of steps, he seemed to remember something, came back, rolled up my wife's trouser leg, found the red string, took out a small knife, cut the red string, and took it with him.

He looked at me mockingly. He smiled smugly and said "bye-bye." I didn't know what was going on. How come my wife's shoes were confiscated and the red string was cut? When I turned around to help my wife up, I found that she was limp, and there was a wet stain on her trousers.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Honey, I'm sorry," my wife said apologetically. "Our fate may be coming to an end."

"What?" I listened to my wife's detailed explanation in surprise.

It turned out my wife was a saintess of the Black Emperor Cult. The Black Emperor Cult is a sect that worships the Black Emperor as a god, Black people as its masters, the Black Emperor's son as its leader, and Asian women as sex slaves. A saintess is simply a discarded slave of one of the powerful figures.

At the time, I wasn't quite clear on this, but my wife continued, saying she was a sex slave of the Black Emperor Cult, formerly Howard's exclusive sex slave, 004. Howard had perfect requirements for the bodies of his sex slaves, so my wife's figure was undoubtedly exceptional. She was voluptuous, with a slender waist, long legs, and skin as delicate as a porcelain doll—her most striking feature was her large breasts, wide hips, slender waist, and long legs.

Because of her weak personality, she was bored and given to another envoy codenamed Bat. Bat tattooed his mark on my wife's breasts and then abandoned her.

My wife thus became a saintess. All sex slaves have foot rings; knowing the island's secrets means they cannot betray the island. Otherwise, their entire family will be wiped out, and their death will be gruesome.

At this point, my wife began to explain the Black Emperor Cult's doctrines regarding sex slaves.

The Black Emperor Cult believes that the head represents wisdom, breasts represent desire, buttocks represent the source, and feet represent the root. The training of sex slaves inevitably involves submission from head to toe, with high-ranking slaves being thoroughly developed in every aspect of etiquette.

For example, the head symbolizes wisdom and status. Sex slaves, however, do not need wisdom; it is a part that needs to be suppressed, so they generally bow their heads.

The head-touching ritual, where the holy hand touches the slave's head, requires the slave to kneel in reverence, signifying that wisdom is suppressed after loyalty and piety—a gesture of goodwill between the two.

The face-stepping ritual, or head-stepping, rebukes the slave for being too intelligent or not loyal enough.

Furthermore, breasts represent desire. The Black Emperor Cult prefers women with large breasts, representing strong desires, making them more easily overwhelmed by reason and easier to control. Even sex slaves whose breasts are not particularly large to begin with, like George's canned sex slaves, are transformed into large-breasted sex slaves. The Black-Yellow Cult possesses rich experience and methods in dealing with large-breasted submissives, boasting over seventy different props and a plethora of theories on torture and positions involving breast abuse. Howard, in particular, has his own unique insights into training and seducing large-breasted submissives.

The most basic is the "breast-stepping ceremony," where the submissive presents her breasts to her master, who can then pinch or stomp on them. This signifies that the submissive is offering her desires to her master, who can then decide whether to enjoy them or subject her to harsh treatment. Repeated training and manipulation can undermine the large-breasted woman's self-confidence. Much of a large-breasted woman's confidence comes from her breasts, and being forced to offer this source of confidence to please her master and be treated as a plaything is an effective blow to her self-confidence.

The most terrifying method is the simultaneous squirting of five orifices, namely the mouth, breasts, vagina, and anus. The submissive is given a false pregnancy beforehand to induce milk production. Then, during each training session, the rhythm is carefully controlled, and at the moment of orgasm, the large breasts are kneaded to induce milk squirting. After repeated training, the victim's breasts and uterus resonated, reaching a point where they couldn't orgasm without milk spraying. Then, the breasts were locked shut to suppress their desires, left to dry for several days. They were then given enemas and their mouths plugged, the plugging being deep enough to cause difficulty breathing. Simultaneously, intercourse was performed, creating a synergistic effect of mouth, breasts, vagina, and anus, with multiple layers of sadistic sensations intertwined. The sex slave was firmly controlled by desire, unable to think. As desire overflowed, the breast locks were released, the slave's tongue lolling out as they were reborn from suffocation, their milk spraying out as they were relieved of their fullness, their anus spraying water for a strong sense of release, and their vaginal discharge for an ultimate orgasmic pleasure. Multiple extreme levels of comfort and pleasure stimulated the slave, making them feel as if they had gone from hell to heaven. However, sex slaves who were played with in this way developed psychological trauma, lost their personality, and suffered irreversible damage, ultimately becoming broken. Fortunately, only Howard knew this technique of training sex slaves, and Dong Xuerong and Chen Xiangqin, after being played with in this way, underwent drastic personality changes, having been played with to the point of losing half their souls.

The most common types of nipple ornaments include nipple studs, nipple locks, nipple rings, and nipple chains.

The buttocks are considered the source, representing the source of life and desire, and therefore need to be well cared for. The Black and Yellow Cults prefer women with large buttocks to inherit their genes. Women with large buttocks have enormous potential for desire; with proper training, they can become lewd creatures wagging their tails and begging for mating. This is exactly what the Black Cult desires—to develop the latent desires of women with large buttocks and use their lewd buttocks to receive their offspring.

If a woman wears a red string around her waist, it means the Black and Yellow Cults have ordered her to be impregnated, and the Black people need to take special care of her and take turns fucking her.

Finally, regarding the feet, they represent the root, the foundation of humanity, the foundation of status, and the foundation of the slave's wisdom. Standing firmly on the ground with both feet provides confidence and a sense of security. Once a woman becomes a sex slave, the first thing to do is sever her roots; she must be stripped of her confidence and sense of security. Sex slaves must always keep their heels raised, never touching the ground, representing the removal of their roots and the abandonment of confidence, self-esteem, and status. This is also the origin of the tiptoe salute. The arched instep, with its sexy curves and taut toes, is an embellishment of orgasm. Sex slaves torture their feet to please their masters, their steps unsteady, their bodies even more empty, their hearts restless. They can only follow the hand of the holy ring, the chain around their necks, and can only grasp the massive penis between the black man's legs, only then can they feel the meaning of life.

Sex slaves whose penises have been severed are like eunuchs in ancient times. Their plump figures can only touch the ground with their forefeet, walking unsteadily, and their actions and words are more submissive and obedient. However, due to the inconvenience, sex slaves wear high heels and use artificial penises instead of real ones, submissive yet sexy. Even Yao Jingting, who is already 196cm tall, still wears high heels. High-class private slaves always perform the tiptoe salute to show their determination to sever their penises. The thoroughness of tiptoeing is a crucial factor in judging the quality of a sex slave. Unlike breasts and buttocks, which are largely determined by genetics, tiptoeing is purely a matter of training. High-level private slaves always tiptoe, signifying their constant awareness of their master, their feeling of being deprived of their "root," and their yearning for the master's full "root" to fill them. The sex slave is always ready to be penetrated. If a private slave accidentally touches the ground with their heels during a party or banquet, it would be a source of ridicule. Therefore, George even resorted to injecting atrophy injections into the heels of his sex slaves to force them to tiptoe.

Ballet orgasm feet. The sex slave removes their shoes, their feet are extremely tense, only their toes touching the ground, revealing the arch of their foot. This is the sex slave implying their rootlessness, their extreme emptiness, and their desire to be filled by the holy ring or the holy root. It's a form of masochism. "

Rootless" boots, such as those worn by riding boots, are excellent for foot torture, allowing the sex slave to display their primal desires.

The wife said that the black subordinate she had just met was a special envoy of the Black King's cult, and his ring proved his identity; he was qualified to be the Holy Mistress.

The envoy waved his holy ring, intending to get the wife's attention, and asked if she was a sex slave of the Black-Yellow Cult, and whether she could understand the code. If she was a master-servant slave, she would touch her heel and ankle, all the way down to her thigh, and pat her forehead, meaning she had a master, but he wasn't around, and she still had reason and dared to act like a human being. The wife, however, touched her breasts and earlobes,

resting her chin on her hand, meaning that desire had overridden her reason, she was not a slave, and she was willing to succumb to him. The Black subordinate beckoned again, to show the envoy's status, and the wife had to kneel down to show her subservience, otherwise she would be stripped of her sex slave status, which would mean facing being silenced.

The Black subordinate said, "Sister-in-law's shoes are really beautiful," which was a demand for the sex slave to remove her shoes and reveal her true face. No sex slave could refuse, even those with a master-servant slaves, and the wife was no exception.

The wife respectfully removed her high heels, held them above her head, and offered them with both hands.

The Black subordinate looked at the high heels; they were his wife's disguise. Before removing the disguise, she was a respectable person, but after offering the shoes, she had to tell her master that she was a submissive slut.

The Black man took the shoes, signifying the cessation of consciousness, that the divine hand would guide him.

The Black subordinate reached out again, this time with his right hand, the Holy Ring, the meaning unmistakable: to feel the submissive's jade feet. The contact between the Black man's right hand and the submissive's right foot was the most sacred, akin to divine communion. The wife carefully sat on the ground, extending her jade feet.

The foot ring, also called the slave ring, represented obedience, while the wedding ring symbolized love. The black, blue, and red gemstones represented the factions of Howard, Smith, and George, respectively. Belonging to a particular faction meant unconditional obedience. The ring band had one to three rings; the more rings, the more thoroughly she had been trained. A gemstone ring with diamonds around the setting signified that she had been a private slave of one of the three powerful figures, their most favored and beloved, having undergone advanced training, knowing all manners and positions. Chen Xiangqin was such a person. Furthermore, the patterns and thickness of the ring indicated the sex slave's appearance and level of training. The back of the ring would have five holes, some filled with small diamonds, rotated counter-clockwise to indicate whether the sex slave's oral, nipple, vaginal, anal, and foot orifices had been developed.

For a subordinate to see his wife's feet was equivalent to seeing her entire body—skin, breasts, even her vagina and anus.

This level of exposure would be considered sexual harassment by most, but in the Black Yellow Cult, it was the privilege of the envoy. Even slaves with masters had to remove their shoes and be touched.

However, the union of the holy ring and the slave ring was called divine communion. The two were no longer simply an envoy and a sub-slave, but rather the sex slave demonstrating loyalty to the Black King. Having her jade feet held and her body perceived was a sacred moment; the sex slave could not withdraw, as it would be a great disrespect to the Black King. She could only withdraw after the holy ring actively released her. Her feet were smooth, with beautiful curves, soft and boneless, all wantonly played with. During this time, she had to obey any questions or demands. Even rape was not an option to resist.

The black subordinate stared at his wife's feet for a long time, kneading them, then slowly touched her legs with his other hand, until he reached her thighs. His wife dared not resist; her breathing became rapid.

The black man put his feet down, and his wife hurriedly pulled them back. She had been away for too long, and this sudden encounter left her somewhat overwhelmed with excitement.

At this moment, the union between the slave and the Black King had ended. If she didn't want to be violated, she should immediately demand her shoes back, meaning she wanted to continue using her fake penis as a disguise and retract her lewd true self. If she demanded them back, all would be well; if she refused, it meant telling the sex slave, "Your fake penis has been taken away; you are now rootless. Take off your disguise and appear before me with your lewd face. I will fill you with my penis." For a slave with a master, this was a blatant challenge to their ownership rights. The sex slave could tell their master and ask for their shoes back. If she were to ask for it herself, she would have to be filled with the envoy's penis, from head to toe, and thoroughly played with.

The wife didn't ask for the high heels back, and the black subordinate, seeing the ring on her foot, knew she was Howard's abandoned slave, now ownerless, and he was sure he could take her.

The wife was squatting on tiptoe, whether intentionally or unintentionally, but the message was clear: "I'm rootless now, I need a root to fill my body." This might have seemed like loyalty to her master, but for a woman an ownerless sex slave, it was a clear slut's implication, and the black man naturally wanted to play with her.

Playing with her tongue meant to confuse her, you slut.

And shoving the high heel back into her mouth meant to trample on her dignity, to make her lose her senses, to play with her until she was delirious.

"And what about cutting off the red string at the end?" I asked, increasingly excited.

"Abandoned slaves usually wear red strings on their feet, signifying a return to a normal life, a place in their heart, a boyfriend, a husband, but that person isn't qualified to be their master. It's just adding a lingering attachment to their former roots. Even if their bodies are used, they hope they won't lose themselves again, that they have someone to care about."

"And when he cut my red string, it meant he wouldn't allow me to have any more attachments. Only a master can give such an order to a slave, meaning he's willing to become my master." "

Honey, I need to go wash up and welcome my new master. We might not see each other again."

"You, you're so horny. I really want to fuck you."

"Do you like me like this? I'm sorry, darling, you can't be fucked by an Asian man on the day you're baptized by the holy hand."

"Then what the hell, if he touches your feet every day, you can't fuck me every day?"

“Yes, not only that, just now, as long as his hands didn’t leave my feet, even if he stripped me and did it to me, I couldn’t refuse. Even a master’s slave can’t refuse, because at that time he represented the Black Emperor, and it was only natural for him to enjoy his slave.”

“Then wouldn’t a master’s slave be cuckolded?”

“Even if she’s cuckolded, she’ll be cuckolded by the Black Emperor. A master’s slave can use the envoy’s penis to fill the private parts of one of his slaves. Seeing the envoy’s penis is like seeing the envoy himself, which means that this is the most important slave, and he has already filled her. As long as she holds the envoy’s penis tightly, she can have dignity.”

“Darling, I don’t blame you. I… I actually have some of those fetishes too.”

“Cuckoldry fetish? I think you do.”

“It’s good that we can be frank now. Can I go with you to take a look later?”

“I’ll report to my master.” She didn’t know when, but a black subordinate had stuffed a phone number into her cleavage. She took it out and made a call.

“Okay, he wants you to pick out some clothes for me. Take me with you.” The wife said excitedly.

"Aren't you wearing shoes?"

"My shoes were taken away. I can't wear them."

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