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SOUTHERN NIGHTMARE - A savage bedtime story about over-the-top
Inter-Racial FemDom that deals with shrinking, insertions into various
orifices, men and women being swallowed alive by cruel ebony predators,
other men being squashed and choked to death by the same cruel ebony
predators, and more...  If you know such themes might offend or shock you,
I suggest you leave right now.  If not, I hope you will enjoy this story.
Konkel
   CHAPTER ONE Charles Whitman followed the same daily routine as he had
for the last five or six years.  He walked across his huge estate, and made
notes about anything out of the ordinary, such as the condition of the
various flowers and plants on the ranch, buildings that might be in need of
repair or repainting, animals that appeared to be sick and might had to be
put to sleep, laziness among his eighty-four black slaves and suggested
actions and punishments.
   This day was no different from any other day.  At least not in the
morning when he proudly marched through the cotton fields, passing a few
racist remarks along to the native Africans slaving under the burning sun.
The lowered their heads and cursed him silently, but they all knew that a
loud protest might cost them plenty of pain and humiliation, maybe even
their lives.
   At five minutes before noon, he visited the washing-house.  Four
sweating young women with black skin knelt behind large buckets of hot
water, washing the dirty stains away from the white people's clothes and
sheets.  Charles admired their large, inviting asses from a close distance.
He wondered why god hadn't equipped his pale wife with a butt like that,
and secretly envied the male slaves that got to touch those sexy bodies
every night without feeling any shame.  They didn't have to beat around the
bush, and take precautions so that nobody would catch them in bed with one
of these dark beauties.  Sometimes he felt disgusted after a finished deed,
when he quickly dressed and wiped his shrinking penis with a handkerchief,
thinking about the black men that had done the same, and filled the cunt he
himself had used, with huge amounts of Negro semen.  He wondered if they
had washed themselves down there after taking a black cock's filthy load
only a few hours before.  He thought of how that may contaminate him, maybe
give him some ugly disease.  He wondered how his fine, cultivated young
wife would react.
   But his animal lust always got the better of him.  He reached out his
eager hands and touched the delicate, soft flesh.  He grabbed one of them,
a young one, still a teenager, by the hand and led her to the bordering
room.  He closed the door, locked it and undressed himself.  The girl, her
name was Sayinka, but he didn't even know that, bowed her head in shame and
let her cheap cotton dress fall to the ground.
   Charles greedily touched her shining black body all over.  Such superior
beauty this girl possessed.  He squeezed her small and firm tits clumsily.
She moaned quietly but was too scared to even try resisting.  Her forced
her down on the filthy floor and spread her legs.  The girl stared at the
ceiling and wished terrible things to happen to this awful man.  He
fingered her dry cunt in vain as she pictured herself sitting on his ugly
face until he stopped breathing.  He raged.  Her pussy wouldn't lubricate.
What was wrong with her?  He tried arousing her with his tongue.  She
tasted salty and sweet at the same time, but remained dry, except for his
spit that soiled her pretty labia.
   Stricken by a sudden rage, he violently turned her around and spread her
large, tasty buttocks wide apart with his hands.  He spat right into the
crack of her ass.  And then once more.  Then he smeared some more spit on
his hard cock and steered it towards her shining anus.  She forced herself
to relax her muscles as she felt the head of his stinking penis against the
tight rim.  He thrust himself into her body and began fucking her ass. 
Sayinka cried quietly through the bestial act of sodomy and rape.  She
cursed him again, and prayed that God would strike this man dead this very
day.  All she wanted was to watch him die in horrible pain, watch him beg
for mercy.  She wanted to cut off his disgusting penis and feed it to him,
and then rip out the tongue from his mouth, the tongue he had used on her,
and tasted her unwilling pussy.
   Charles dressed hastily and left the sulking girl in the dark room.  It
was lunch-time already.  He whistled teasingly as he passed the other
washing girls.  Their time would also come.
   CHAPTER TWO The old slave woman, carefully mixed the magical ingredients
in the huge pot.  This was only the second time in her fifty-eight year old
life that she was using her secret powers.  Today there was going to be a
big evening for the white folks.  Several of their neighbours and relatives
was coming for the party.  One of the young white ladies of the house was
getting married with a successful lawyer from the town.  And they were all
going to eat her "genuinely exotic" African dinner for the occasion.
   After the stew had cooked for about two hours, the lady called two young
girls, whom she knew were still virgins, and instructed them to urinate in
a wooden bowl on the floor.  They reluctantly agreed and filled the bowl
with golden nectar.  The woman emptied the fresh piss into the steaming
brew and stirred it once again.  Here dinner was almost ready.
   An hour later, the waiters served the white company the poisonous stew.
The natives watched in silence as the rich white folks swallowed mouthfuls
of the girls' pee.  They waited patiently.  Hours passed.  People became
drunk and noisy and made fools out of themselves.  They danced and
quarrelled and ate some snacks.  The slaves bided their time.
   Shortly after ten o'clock in the evening, people started to feel drowsy.
They fell asleep at the dinner table, in armchairs and on the veranda.  A
quarter to eleven, every single white person was sound asleep.  The slaves
dragged the sleeping masters and mistresses to the grandiose living room,
and started undressing them one by one.  No less than ninety-seven white
adults lay there naked on the floor, in a giant heap of pale meat.  The
children had all been sent off to town, so that they wouldn't spoil the
party.
   Just after eleven o'clock the gathered black crowd noticed the first
signs.  A middle-aged woman with blue hair began to shake uncontrollably. A
few minutes later they could all see her naked, plump body start to shrink.
Then a few of the other unconscious men and women began shudder as well. 
In a matter of minutes, their bodies had shrunk to sizes of between two and
three inches.  The former slaves collected the tiny bodies.  There was
going to be at least two live miniature toys for each one of the blacks. 
They shared brother- and sisterly and broke up in smaller groups to play
with their hated owners.  The day of revenge had finally come.
   CHAPTER THREE Sayinka had been prepared.  She had grabbed Charles
sleeping little body as soon as she spotted it.  She buried him in a pocket
of her yellow dress and started looking for another creature to torment. 
She let here friends have a first pick among the others, then dived in and
picked Mrs.  Moore from the pile.  That evil cow had taunted and spanked
her on numerous occasions.  Tonight, Sayinka would finally get even.
   She ran all the way to her sleeping quarters and undressed in two
seconds.  She lay her two living toys on her belly and woke them up by
clapping her hands noisily.  The two terrified little humans began
screaming simultaneously and the stupid woman fainted.  Charles made a
ridiculous effort to run away, but Sayinka caught and buried him between
her mature thighs and squeezed the fighting spirit out of him.  Then she
turned her attention to the woman.
   Mrs.  Moore awoke and sighed in disbelief as the enormous eyes of the
once pretty little girl stared back at her.  Moore suddenly regretted being
so mean to the girl.  But she had always been the jealous kind, and she
knew too well the her husband rather be with this perfect native beauty
than with her.  She had seen him smiling at the black youngster many times,
surely fantasising about sleeping with her too.  That's why Mrs.  Moore had
taken every chance to punish and spank Sayinka.  She remembered on time
especially clear.  She had heard her husband utter a remark to a male
friend about "picking that girl's ripe fruits", so she made up a story
about seeing the girl stealing food from the kitchen, which was of course a
lie, and dragged her into the same kitchen and spanked her naked ass before
several black slaves.  She still remembered the sensation, the triumph,
everytime her palm hit those lovely elastic black ass-cheeks and the girl's
desperate crying as she was being humiliated in front of all the others for
no reason whatsoever.  -You steal dah food, littal girl.  I see you!  Yes!
Don't protest, you littal bitch.  Sayinka imitated the bitter
forty-something so called Lady with a wicked smile on her lips.  The tiny
woman pleaded and apologised.  She even knelt on the huge teenager's chest
and begged her to spare her miserable life.  -You need to be punished,
bitch!  You need to learn a lesson, Sayinka decided soberly and kissed her
little toy.  -Maybe if you taste good, I won't kill you.  She tossed the
woman into her mouth and tasted her salty skin, as if sucking on a piece of
candy.  Sayinka turned the panicked woman over with her tongue, and took
great delight in her cruel game.  She must be scared out of her mind, the
girl thought and smiled.  Realising the white "lady" was no larger than a
slice of mango, Sayinka knew she could swallow her alive without much
effort.  And the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.
   Then she remembered the awful man trapped between her legs.  She could
see his awe-struck face.  She moved him closer to her pussy and squeezed
him again.  His head and shoulders were imbedded in her dark red, swelling
pussy so he did all the right things when the pressure increased, punching
and pulling her slimy labia, sometimes hitting her gigantic clit, with an
unexpected orgasm as result.  She pushed him further in and forced him to
drink her flowing juices, almost drowning him.  Several minutes later, when
he was running out of steam, she dug her sharp fingernails into his flesh.
That gave him new strength.  Wow.  She had never felt this horny before. 
The second orgasmic wave triggered her swallowing reflexes, and all of a
sudden, Mrs.  Moore was gone.  Or...  she was sliding down Sayinka's
throat, as smoothly as a piece of mango.  The horny girl cursed herself for
the waste.  Until...  she fifteen or twenty seconds later felt twitching
movements in her stomach.  It tickled soooo good, she almost passed out. 
The effort of the desperate man struggling to catch his breath between her
pussy lips and the woman swimming around in her belly sent her into the
finest and absolutely longest orgasm of her young life.  This beat all she
had ever sensed before.  And it wouldn't stop.  Mrs.  Moore felt like a
feather tickling her innards.  So soft, so fast, so eager to please.  What
Sayinka didn't know was that the Moore woman was being eaten alive by her
digestive acids.  The skin was melting, burning...  but she seemed to go on
fighting for ever and ever...
   Dizzy by her predator lust and the wonderful tickling, Sayinka hissed to
her male captive: -You seemed to like getting into my ass, you little
insect.  Now, have a mouthful of this!  She pulled him from her hairy pussy
and spread her ass cheeks with the free hand.  She rubbed his head against
her dry asshole teasingly, and then inserted his ugly head.  She felt the
movements inside her belly slowing down.  She needed some new sensations,
but his tiny head inside her ass didn't do much for her.  It was simply too
small.  So she pushed him further in, and further, until he was buried in
her tight cave to his knees.  Then he really started to please his
mistress. The foul-tasting walls of her ass, pressing against his face and
his entire body, closing in on him, choking him with her superior power.
   The interaction between her two victims, the almost dead woman and the
still very much alive man, gave her a new orgasm, this time even stronger
than the earlier one.  She pushed him further in, sent him disappearing
into her ass, with her index finger, and began stroking her pussy while she
now and then stuck her finger into her anus and sent Charles deeper and
deeper into her feverish body.
   It was an odd sensation, to feel his kicking feet against her own
fingertip.  She rubbed her clit rapidly, slightly disappointed that she no
longer could feel Mrs.  Moore move around inside her stomach.  But Master
Charles more than made up for that, by thrashing around like he was on
fire.
   Sayinka constricted her inner muscles.  It was time to finish him off.
She could feel his tiny bones breaking, as if he was made of papier maché.
Even at this point, he struggled bravely, with nowhere to go, with no
hope...
   The satisfied teenage girl wiped the sweat from her brow and rested for
a while.  Then she decided to visit her best friend and her sisters, to see
how they were doing with their new slaves.
   (That was it, for now.  Want more?  Mail me.)
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