Simply Too Many

There we just simply too many. Too many useless men. Too many beta losers.

The white race was coming to a close just a few years after the BNWO had been established. There were many versions of disposal in the origional plan. First the disposal centers opened, where white women could schedule their husbands/boyfriends/fathers and sons for execution. Those men were considered the lucky ones.

A handful of private disposal centers opened also, where walk-ins were welcome. But even with all of these options they were busy constantly. Several iterations had developed over time.

Mark sat in his basement on his cellphone placing his order for the latest version. The “snuffbag". He thought it was kind of a stupid name but it would serve the purpose of ridding him cleanly from his wife's life. The Snuffbag would be shipped to his house and contain a large (8ft x 3ft) black vacuum bag, two sets of ziptie cuffs, a mouth gag, and a disposal pickup label..

Mark had seen his neighbors just last week. A black bag with the outline of his neighbor Larry right by the waste bins. A truck came, scanned the label and loaded him in the back and ran the crusher. His other neighbor joe his wife did him up right on the curb. He had the gag in and was lead from the house by Jamal, his neighbors wife's new black stud. They zip tied his wrists and feet, zipped up the bag and ran a vacuum to a port. It quickly sucked tight to his form. After his wife disconnected the hose, her and Jamal rolled up the extension cord and put away the vac. All the while the black bag was bucking and thrashing..

A few minutes later and his wife peeled the label and stuck it right on him... er the bag. Mark remembered his useless Clifty moving in his chastity cage. He heard his phone beep and the confirmation email had been recieved.

Mark thought This method was fairly clean and simple. It offered some modesty, of not being visible like a clear bag. Sarah came downstairs and asked if he completed the order and the mandatory donations to the BNWO. Sarah was showing again, several months along in her pregnancy. This would be her second black baby. Mark nodded, as he wasn't allowed to speak.

Sarah said “good boy". Turned and went back upstairs. Flicking the light off Mark was plunged back into darkness for another night alone, sleeping on the concrete floor.

Two Days Later

The box arrived and Sarah ran to get it. Excited to finally be able to do away with her stupid husband. Mark heard her coming down the stairs.

“Let's go, no delays" she said plainly. Mark was worried that she was pushing to quickly. He didn't move.

“Get the fuck up you stupid fucking loser!” His wife screamed. Mark shot to his feet and moved quickly to the stairs and followed her up. Right in the living room the bag was layed out, vacuum by its side. Mark opened his mouth tonsay something and Sarah shushed him.

“Kneel" she commanded and Mark followed her instruction. His mind was racing.. why. Why is she rushing this. Shouldn't i at least get a last something..

“Sarah, wait" he meekly said, she turned around enraged.

“Did I say you could fucking speak!?” Her fist came crashing into his face. He fell backwards and rolled over onto his belly. Sarah moved quickly on top of him. Mark felt his left wrist pulled behind his back, then his right. Sarah popped each wrist through the zip cuffs and pulled on the tails. Mark felt his wrists squeezed hard, and he began to cry.

“What a fucking loser, you couldn't even die properly". Sarah muttered. Mark was staring at the carpet, feeling so completely lost. How had he gotten to this, he asked himself..

Then it came in front of his face, it was a black dildo gag. Mark closed his mouth tight, not wanting this anymore. Sarah laughed, stood and kicked him hard from above in his balls. His metal chastity cage pinched his balls and he began to scream. 

Sarah knelt and quickly shoved the dildo into his mouth and began working the strap around his head.. he coughed and choked slightly on the fake black dick in his mouth.. The humiliation was worse than ever. His head and balls were throbbing. How could she be so cold, he thought.

Sarah pulled him onto his side and then to his feet. She guided him by the gag strap to the bag which qas opened on the floor. She had him stand in the middle and then kicked him in the back of the knee, he fell hard to both knees. She pushed him face down into the bag. His face touched the cold rubbbery/plastic material. It smelled awful, like a chemical. He winced. 

Mark turned his head to see his wife leaning down to get the ankle zipcuffs. Even pregnant her ass looked fucking amazing. His dick throbbed once in his chastity.. No final anything. He hadn't cum in months. His chastity had been pierced on shortly after his wife discovered black God cock. His ankles were now secured as Sarah stood and looked at him one last time.

Sarah spoke clearly and calmly.. “your entire existence is a crime. You disgust me. I never loved you or your pathetic clitty dick. In a few moments you will run out of air and suck your last dick as you rightfully get eliminated. In time even I will forget about you. Noone will ever remember you. You... fucking... loser.”

Sarah zipped the bag up quickly. Mark was once again plunged into darkness.. He sobbed quietly while breathing around the dildo in his mouth. He carefully drew breath in and out, not wanting to breath through his nose because of the smell.

A small click came from near his feet and a second later the vacuum roared to life. Mark began breathing rapidly and he felt the cool air being pulled out from all around him. He took a deep breath and held it as the material closed around his sides and eventually his Head. 

Marks ears popped, as if changing altitude. The material sucked tighter and tighter.. and he had to exhale. He breathed out one last time and tried to replace the air in his lungs. He got nothing. The material sucked tight around his head, face, and his whole body. He could wiggle a bit, but that was it. The bag pushed his gag even deeper into his mouth and he found himself reflexively sucking the dildo in his mouth. His Cltty moved desperately in its chastity.. and his mind and lungs began to scream.

This was it.

The vacuum stopped and he heard Sarah opening and closing the closet. Her words replayed in his head. I am a loser he thought. His vision began to creep darker. Sarah wasn't even staying with him as he wiggled slowly dieing. He vaguely heard her voice as she made a phone call. 

She giggled. Marks vision collapsed his last memory a combination of the smell in his nose, the taste of the dildo gagand Sarah giggling on the phone.

Sarah looked over the counter from the kitchen. The bag had finally stopped moving. She was on the phone with Maurice and she asked him,

“Can you help me take out the trash?”