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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 hoping that St. 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 reading a newspaper. It was 1829. I looked down at my body. However this time, I was not a boy or girl. I was a man. That’s good. 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 1839.

My wife died and I had one son who was 13. 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 was looking at Alice. She had this small brown dress that was too 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, but it fell 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, and 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 I was ashamed of Robert. Robert was on his knees with a big black cock in his mouth. I could hear the black boy calling him 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 it’s 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 saw him ram that cock into my son’s pussy ass. You could see that Robert was full of pain and ecstasy at the same time. I could see my son’s 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. 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 which is 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 feel her cunt. The slave 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 and 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. 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 were naked. I could see that her kneeling down by the 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 choke 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

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 her 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 plough in and out of her. 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.

Sometime 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 they were blank. 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 her cheek. I wonder did slaves have feelings? Did she feel like she was an animal or human?

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 some way 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 cocksucking 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. 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 his 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. 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.

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 could 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. 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 my 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.

It’s 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 who was remembering that 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 humbly 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. I took my finger out of Alice.

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 dark 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 saw 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 hoping 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….9 years old. The year was 1992.

This strange man was pulling me away 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.