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A man gives his son a slave girl. How will the son treat her? Does the father really care? Would you?
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Back to Hell Part VI MDCCCXXX
Suddenly,
Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting
stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That
Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a child witch,
and I was back in through this time Tunnel.
I
opened my eyes.
I
was sitting with a newspaper. It was 1830. I looked down at my body.
However this time, I was not a boy or girl. I was a man.
That’s good. No rape or sex from pedo’s.
My
memory that I was once a pedo and being forced through time by St Peter
disappeared. I now had the same memory as the gentlemen that I now was in 1830.
My
wife died and I had one son who was 12. He was standing before me and I
gave him a slave girl that I just bought for him. It was hard to see that
she was a black slave, as she was just as white as he was. But the papers
said that she had a black mother. She was nearly 8 years old and was a
birthday present for my son
“
This is Alice. She may look white, but she has black blood in her. I just
purchased her at a market She is your personal slave. It’s very
important that you do not treat her like a human. She is black and is your
slave. If she does not do what you want, or if she misbehaves then it is
important that you whip her.”
My
sons name was Robert. I could see him looking at Alice. She had this small
brown dress that was to big for her, so it fell over one shoulder showing
her flat nipple. She must have been shy about it, as she kept fixing her
dress, only that it would fall down after a few minutes.
I
could see that Robert looked at Alice and wondered how she could be a
slave. He was unsure if he liked the ideas of slaves, having heard a
preacher some time ago saying that they were equal. When he gets older, he
will understand that slaves are important for our economic survival.
“
How could she be a slave, she is white?” He said
“
Because either her father or mother was black, so she has black blood in
her”
“
But she is half white then, why is she a slave?”
“
That’s just the way it is, and she can clean up after you, get you meals
and drinks, wash your clothes, help you take baths. She is your slave, you
decide. But like if she was your pet dog, you have to take care of her,
and feed her.”
Robert
was not hoping up and down. He did not want a girl slave. I know he would
have been happy with a boy slave, and let me tell you how I know this.
A
few weeks ago, I was walking on the farm and he was playing with one of
the slave boys. What I have seen disgusted me and I was at the time
ashamed of Robert. Robert was on his knees with a big black cock in his
mouth. I could hear the black boy shouting cocksucker and get it all in
you faggot. I felt like flogging that slave right there and then, but
looking at my son on his knees like a submissive cocksucker meant that the
slave was right. The black cock went in and out of his mouth, and I could
see that Robert was enjoying every second of it. He was moaning and
rubbing the slaves black balls. After a few minutes of seeing my only son
being a cocksucker, I could see the black cock squirt his cum in my son in
gallons, and my faggot son was drinking it up. I went back to our mansion
with the images of my cocksucking son and tried get them out of my mind
with some good brandy.
Last
week I was riding among the cotton fields seeing if the slaves were doing
their job. It was important that they worked as hard as they can to get
all the cotton in.
I
saw Robert call on a teen slave that was glistening with sweat after he
has been working in the sun for hours. I saw Robert call him over to some
bushes that was in the corner of the field. The overseer looked and just
nodded his head. I rode my horse to a mound where I could see them, but
they could not see me, as they would be looking at the blinding sun.
The
black slave started immediately stripping Robert so you can clearly see a
white boy and an older black slave standing there. The slave took Roberts
head and pushed it down towards his oversized black cock. Like a slave
himself, Robert did not struggle but starting sucking the black cock.
First he was licking the balls and the sides of the cock, and then he
slowly started putting more and more of the cock in his mouth. Once again
I felt ashamed that not only was my son a gay faggot, but with a slave
boy.
The
Slave boy laid Robert on his back and lifted his legs over his shoulders.
Then I seen him ram that cock into my sons pussy ass. You could see that
Robert was full of pain and ecstasy at the same time. After a while the
pain was becoming more to pleasure and I could see my sons ass move to try
to get as much of the black cock in him. At the end I could see the black
slave raise his head. I knew that he was pumping his cum into my son.
The
overseer stood beside me and told me that my son enjoyed having sex with
the black boys, and he was known to them all as the white gay missy. This
made me mad. I ordered the overseer to whip the two blacks that I have
seen and if any of them thought they could get close to my son, they would
also be whipped.
Sure
if I got him a boy slave, he would have been overjoyed. But He got Alice!
The
next few days were hard for both Robert and Alice. Robert noticed that no
slave boy would come close to him, as they knew they would be whipped if
they did. Of course he did not notice this. So he hung around a lot in the
mansion. He didn’t tell Alice what she should do, and really didn’t
take any notice of her, so she sat most of the day in a corner. Quite a
waste of a slave if you ask me. But it was better than if he started being
a fag slut for all the slaves
To
make sure that he did not sneak any slaves into his room, I made a peak
hole into his room. Once in a while I would see through it to make sure
that no black slaves were trying to corrupt my son.
I
thought after a few weeks that it was a waste of time. I was thinking of
moving Alice into the Kitchen to help Big Mama. As I walked into my
son’s room to give him the message, I saw him play with Alice.
Robert
was taking off her thin dress, and telling her that he never seen a naked
girl before. Alice looked confused. It was obvious that she didn’t want
to see him naked, and at the same time, she didn’t want to be punished.
My son was like he had seen a treasure when he looked at her body. I am
sure he was thinking that she still looked like a white girl, and no one
would ever have imagined that she was a slave.
I
saw him put his finger in her cunt. A part of me felt like whipping my own
son, but she was just a slave. And she was a girl. I stood there watching
Robert feeling her cunt. The slave was just moved her head back. I knew
she wanted to close her legs. I imagined that his probing finger both hurt
her and gave her sensations that she never knew.
Then
he lowered his lips and started licking her virgin cunt. This was a better
sight, my son licking a girl. Exploring her hidden cave. It was much
better than Robert sucking on some black cock.
Just
when Alice was shaking and begging, Robert saw me standing at the door. I
just told him when he was finished; I would like to speak with him.
After
seeing that scene, I walked into my office and smoked a cigar. The memory
of my son licking that pitiful slave’s cunt was going through my mind. I
was proud that he finally was interested in a girl, of course it was a sin
in the Lords eyes, but it was also a sin for him being a sex toy for the
black slaves. I knew when he came in that he will be worried of getting a
canning for what he did with Alice.
Robert
came in. He looked at me with his head sort of bowed down. I explained to
him that I was thinking of moving Alice down to the kitchen, but realized
that I cannot take away a present that I have given. That was the only
thing that I said about Alice, and I could see by his face that he was
confused.
Then
I started talking about the work, and trying to explain to him what
responsibilities he would get one day. He sat with me, doing the accounts
and I must admit that he was very good when it came to numbers. He also
suggested that slaves should gather so much cotton a day before they are
allowed to rest. It was obvious that my son was beginning to see what
slaves should be used for, and they were our property and not the other
way around.
Things
became different after that day that he started exploring Alice’s’
body. Robert now knew that
she had to service him in more ways than I said. She was not his sex toy.
The fact that I did not get mad at him or scolded him confused him at
first. But it seems as he figured out that I had nothing against it.
One
evening I heard moaning from inside the room. I decided to Spy on Robert
through the spy hole.
Both
Robert at Alice was naked. I could see that her kneeling down by her bed.
She had his cock in her mouth. It was a sweet scene, because a tear was
running down her cheek. Robert was an excellent master and kept her head
in place and making sure that she could not escape his cock. A cock that
was too big for her small mouth, and made her coke and gasp after air when
he deep throated her. At the end he would be shooting his cum in her
mouth, and at the same time telling her that she had to swallow his whole
load.
As
you imagine, this went on for some time. I must admit that I wanked when I
saw my son making the slave cocksucker service him
Then
you must have imagined when one night I heard her cry. I opened my spy
hole and seen him spank her. He was calling her a no good for nothing
slave whore and she was to do as she asked. It was obvious that he wanted
her to do something that she did not believe in. I soon found out what
that was.
Robert
turned her around on her back and lifted her legs above his shoulder. He
threatened that he would lock her in the dog pen if she tried to fight
against him.
As
his legs were above his shoulders, he did his best to stimulate her cunny
by rubbing it and whispering that she was the sexiest slave that he ever
seen. Then without a warning, he thrust his cock in her cunt. I could see
that he was pushing it through her tight walls. Robert did not give up. He
pushed as far as he could, until her virginity was split with a scream.
This surprised him and excited him at the same time
Robert
was now fucking the slave girl. She was crying and shouting and begging
but Robert just continued to plow in and out of him. While I knew this was
a sin, and I should punish my son, I was also proud of him. I know it’s
a sin to use a slave girl as a sex toy, but she was his property and he
could use her the way he wanted.
Robert
was a different boy now. Every night I could hear his bed rocking and I
could either hear Alice begging him to stop or crying. If she cried or
begged too much I would hear him slap her face and say, “shut up
slut”. When he walked through the cotton fields, he no longer looked at
the older boys. They were afraid to even look at Robert, because they knew
they would be whipped.
Alice
was now dressed in clothes that were very slutty. Robert liked that he
could see her skin, and I admit, so did I.
Some
time later, I was walking around inspecting the horses and their stalls. I
was about to enter one of the stalls when I heard some voices. It was
Robert and two of the neighbours that lived next door
“
She can’t be your slave” one of the said.
“
She is. I got her as a present from father”
“
But look at her, she’s white”
“
I know, either her Ma or father is black, so she is a slave”
“
Lucky you. You have a slave. But what can we do with her?”
“
I’ll show you”
Robert
ordered her to take off her dress. The other boys were surprised when she
did this without complaining. I looked into her eyes and noticed that she
didn’t want to do this. I could only imagine that she felt like a whore
when three boys were looking at her hairless pussy. I must admit that I
thought her pussy looked great myself. I wouldn’t mind a bit of that!
Robert
went up and without asking he started rubbing her pussy. He told his two
friends to feel. One of them was hesitant, saying that Alice reminded him
of his sister. How could he say that a slave looks like his sister? Alice
had black blood running through her. Maybe she was not black on the
outside, but she was black on the inside.
The
three boys were feeling Alice’s pussy, flat boobs, shoulders, ass and
everything. Alice just stood there with hands hanging down and a tear
going down he cheek. I wonder did slaves have feelings? Did she feel like
she was a cattle?
Robert
showed them how to finger her pussy. I could see her slightly spread her
legs as they did this. Either it hurt and she was trying to remove the
pain or the slut liked it. I thought who cared as Robert was teaching them
how to finger her ass. I could see Alice’s eyes close and her mouth was
wide open. This was a site. I wish there was someway I could make this
image last.
Then
Robert shoved her to her knees and said, “You know what you have to do
cocksucker”. Then she moved to one of the boys and started rubbing his
trousers. The poor boy was groaning as the experienced slut was feeling
his cock through the trousers. Then looking into his eyes with a pleading
look, the slut took his cock out. Knowing that he will not let her off,
she surrounded the cock with her mouth. I could see her cheeks sucked in
as she went back and forth on the cock.
The poor boy was on another planet praising the cocksuking slave
saying the feeling of her mouth and tongue was unbelievable. After a few
minutes of this, I could see the boy’s eyes close. He stood like a
statue for a minute and then closed his eyes. It was quiet except that you
could hear Alice chocking as she struggled to swallow the boys cum.
Alice
did not get a long time to get used to the taste. Robert gave her a sign
that she knew. She got on her hands and knees. Then Robert told the other
boy to fuck her. Imagine the boy didn’t even know how to do this. After
some basic instructions from Robert, the boy took out his cock. It was
quite big for his age. He stood behind Alice and charged the cock in her
cunt. I could hear her grunt, as it was bigger than she was used to. He
started fucking her quicker than a dog would. You could nearly hear the
watery sounds as his cock went in and out of her pussy.
At
the same time my son took her long black hair and lifted it towards his
cock. Now the slut was being fucked and sucking my son at the same time. I
was quite proud of myself. Alice was a good purchase. It was nice to see
her give her body to my sons and friends. At the end she was full of cum
from both sides.
A
few days later, I was walking down the stairs. It was time for my
afternoon cigar. I saw Alice sitting on the bottom stairs. I demanded to
know why she was there. She explained or whimpered that she was waiting
for her master and didn’t know where he was. I told her to follow me
into my study.
She
stood before my chair, shaking a small bit. She most likely thought that
she did something wrong.
I
started feeling under her dress. It was true, Her pussy was as smooth as
baby skin and she quickly got wet. She started to moan as my finger fucked
her pussy. The expression on her face was priceless. It was like a “why
again” look. I could see that she was also confused, as she didn’t
know what the feelings were in her.
Without
being asked, she went on her knees. It was like it was a habit for her
now. She started feeling my cock through my trousers. Her eyes became very
big and she said that my cock was very big. This made me smile with pride
as I took it out so she can see just how big it was. She started licking
it and giving it small kisses. Then she started nibbling it with her
mouth. This small play made sure that the cock was standing to attention.
Then came the part that I have been waiting for it. She took it in her
mouth. I pushed her head into the cock as far as possible. Robert trained
her good. This slut knew how to deep throat. She started fucking her mouth
with her cock, and I didn’t have a better blowjob like this since a
former slave I had used to do it. At the end my cum flowed into her mouth.
She just swallowed it. Without any emotion she stood up and wiped what
sperm escaped off of her chin.
My
maid came in and said that Mrs. Oliver was here. She was a widow that
lived close to town. As she came in, Alice was facing her. I was fingering
Alice from behind. The fact that I was fingering her while grumpy Mrs.
Oliver didn’t notice was turning me on. I had to explain to her that
Alice was not a relation, but she was a slave. She had black blood running
through her. Mrs. Oliver suddenly could see that Alice was black. How
people loved to be politically correct. A few minutes before, she was
looking at Alice with kindness and like she was any other white girl. Now
she knew Alice was a slave she looked at Alice as if she was invisible.
Its
good I do not have guests that often. Mrs. Oliver talked and talked,
gossiped and gossiped. The only comfort I had was my finger exploring the
insides of Alice.
Mrs.
Oliver suddenly thought it was hot. She ordered my maid to get her slave
so she could be fanned. This made my heart drop. It meant that she would
be here for hours.
When
the slave came in, I nearly fainted. It was Kathy. That was the slave that
I used to have sex with. I stared at Kathy figuring out when we had sex.
It was 8 years ago. How time flies by.
The
next thing that happened surprised me. Kathy started to cry. This made
Mrs. Oliver of course get mad at her, and slap her in the face. Kathy
being humbled explained that it was good to see Alice, who was her
daughter. This made Mrs. Oliver both mad and curious
“
Are you telling me that you were a whore with a white mean”?
“
Yes mam. He lives very close” and then Kathy looked at me.
Then
it dawned me. Alice was my bastard child
That
night I could hardly sleep. Alice was my daughter. That explained a lot. I
had to decide if I was going to accept her as a daughter or let her be a
slave. Her looks made me want her as a daughter, but could I ever accept
the black blood going through her?
The
next morning I walked into Roberts’s room. I fainted to the floor and
started screaming and crying. Robert had hung himself from the ceiling. My
only son had committed the greatest crime. He had committed suicide. He
ended his life. As I looked around, I saw Alice in a beautiful dress. She
was on the bed surrounded by a pool of blood. At the end of the bed there
was a letter. With trembling hands, I tried to read my sons last words,
“
Father Dear,
It
was with a black and evil soul that I write this letter. By now you will
find my sister and me dead. It is up to the Lord to judge us. I could not
live with my sins without being judged.
Yesterday
after being out on the fields, I came into the Mansion. I was about to say
hello to you as I heard that slave woman say that Kathy was her daughter
and her father lived close by. I seen the way the slave women looked at
you.
Then
memories of the same slave woman filled my mind. She used to take care of
me so many years ago. It was then I knew that Alice was your daughter and
my stepsister.
Father,
do not be mad. What started as innocence ended in sin. I have abused and
raped Alice. I have had sex with her. She was my whore.
Realizing
the fact that I was involved with incest made my soul shred. How could I
live with this?
Father,
Pray for me and your daughter”
My
son…
My
daughter…
Gone.
How
could I live with myself?
Suddenly,
Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting
stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That
Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a grieving
father, and I was back in through this time Tunnel.
I
opened my eyes
I
looked down at my body again. I was now a boy. I was 9 years old. The year
was 1972.
This
strange man was pulling way from my mother as she was crying. He was
saying that the prophet wanted me to live with him.
I
realized that I would no longer be living with my parents, but a prophet
that claimed that he was Jesus’ best friend.
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