Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2008 12:57:15 EDT
From: Ecnelis133803912@aol.com
Subject: A History of pre-bellum South -- 7

Many faculties in universities around the world study Ante-bellum slavery in
the Southern States. The following stories are pure fantasy, but based on
events that really happened: academic studies document similar events in the
ante-bellum past. Many are published in internet. The author does not require any
copyright. Within Nifty's guidelines, anybody can copy the following invented
story, without mentioning the author's name and reference. The author does not
condone slavery that was common until the Civil War in the States ended it,
and he deeply regrets that such infamies could happen. Comments are welcome.
Person names and documents are purely fiction.
For your information, please note that $1 of the year 1800 could purchase
what is equal to about to-day's $30.

Chapter 7

The author of this "History"  thought to be unable to continue to report
what happened after the end of the  previous chapter. Any further pages of Jacky'
s diary were thought to be lost.  When, by pure chance, in an old chest of
drawers three handwritten copybooks  were found: they were the continuation of
the so much looked for diary. The  following text is a tentative to reproduce
the atmosphere existing in those far  away chronicles, by paraphrasing in to-day'
s language what happened then (first  half of the 19th century).
Entries in Jacky's  diary:
More than a year has passed,  and I did not have time to write down the many
events that happened. I will try  now to bring my diary up to date.
You may remember that my  first covering of the beautiful blond wench, which
I received as my birthday  present, resulted in spurting a big load of my
sperm, my very first, while I  broke into her thus losing her (and mine)
virginity. Boy was I happy in  succeeding so fast, also encouraged by the two blond
slaves, my big (18 years  old) athlete and his (eleven years old) kid brother.
The latter did introduce  his tiny but very hard cock into my anus, thus
increasing the pressure toward my  faster and copious ejaculation.
What I would like to  emphasize was the very exciting surprise that I felt,
when I, for the very first  time, felt the contact between the nudities of my
body and the skin of my  slaves. I had never thought how erotically exciting
would be the feeling of this  suavely caresses. The velvety soft skin of my
wench, quite different from the  hard but smooth muscular limbs belonging to my
Herculean Teutonic male, both  gave me the thrill of my life. Never in my dreams
did I expect that touching and  squeezing these bodies, would arouse and
harden so fast and independently my  sexual desires. I became an addict of the
deep contact with my anniversary  presents: penetrating them, and being
penetrated became a daily habit. Moreover,  when Goldenkopf (= Goldenhead in  German,
so I named the male of my German twin slaves, while his twin wench I  called
her "Goldenbrust" = Goldentitties  in German) encouraged me to mount also my
parent's black slavelet, I recognized  the different but hotter excitement of
sexually touching black flesh. Goldenkopf  became an excellent teacher in
everything connected with my sexual activities.  And several times he encouraged me
to ask my parents to allow me the purchase of  some Negro adolescents. He told
me that the darker, the hotter they would be,  thus enhancing my sexual
pleasures.
I had to believe him. He had  such a vast experience, having been used by his
former owner (of the Blackhot  breeding farm) as hot-blooded stallion. He
told me of the many wenches he did  mount and submit to his most youthful
sexuality. He was very proud to have sired  so many cubs, mostly males and generally
blond, but with skins of various  shades, depending from the color of his
bitch. The fact that he was athletically  muscular, with a perfect body and such a
pretty, almost childish (quite a  contrast with the so well evident
masculinity of his limbs) face, induced his  master to submit to his assaults the best
looking females of quite different  shades. Some were even virgins and very
young wenches (the youngest was a deep  black 14 years old).  And Goldenkopf
emphasized: the blacker, the hotter, giving him a more complete sensual
satisfaction.
Now I want to record in this  diary the great event that happened about three
months ago. Both my octoroon  half-sister and Goldenbrust gave birth to a
male cub. They looked healthy and beautiful. You may remember that my
half-sister was deflowered, raped and impregnated by Goldenkopf, while I did the  same
on top and between Goldenbrust's legs (boy, was  she screaming and
hollering!), her thighs well separated and tightly clasped  around my hips, while I
enjoyed my pitiless hard penetration and my first  spurting of creamy seeds.
Well, the result has been  the birth (couple of months ago) of my first, and
of Goldenkopf's 10th (or may  be more, since he lost counting them) cub, both
males. I was very proud of my  success; after all to have produced a baby
slave when I was only 14 years old  was quite a confirmation of my potency. I can'
t deny that after the first month  of continuous mounting and penetrating our
wenches, and having had confirmation  of their respective pregnancies, I was
beginning of being annoyed of what had  become a routine. Thus I asked
Goldenkopf what he could suggest to alleviate  this tiresome situation. After all his
many years as handsome stallion in a  breeding farm should have given him
enough experience to solve such a  problem.
Well hereafter his  reply:
«I  had been enslaved in the Blackhot farm already for two years, and since
one year  I had been put to stud work, fecundating quite a number of pretty
wenches. Thus  I thought that my situation was well established. One day I was
called in the  show room, where usually the slave merchandise was offered to the
most  important, thus very wealthy customers. As it was the norm in such
cases, I had  to parade entirely naked in front of the guests. I thought that
probably I would  have asked to mount a filly or to let the customer stroke my
cock to verify the  potency of my maleness. But no, the gentleman was here to
purchase some young  males to add to his stable he used as bed warmers. He looked
at me: I was afraid  that he could purchase me, something I did not want. I
was so used as stud, that  such a change would have completely disrupted my
happy life (after all life as  slave in the South states was not much worst than
discipline in the Prussian  army or in the German schools, were obedience and
whipping punishments where  daily routine). He told to my owner that I was
already too old for his taste.  Mr. Blake was not discouraged: he ordered to
bring in a few 10 to 12 years old  slavelets.  The gentleman's choice  felt on two
very dark Negro kids, after having carefully fingered the whole  bunch of boy
slaves. He explained that he did not like to have in his bed  inexperienced
catamites, although he liked them young, just before beginning  adolescence.
He requested that I  should impale them two or three times, so that he could
judge how satisfactory  they would be in his bed. Of course a client is always
right, even if his tastes  may seem a bit peculiar. And Mr. Blake took me
apart, and ordered me to rape the  two children. I, in my innocence, asked how? And
he answered: "in the same way  as you would mount a wench, but from behind,
doggy like".
I  could do nothing but obey. I looked at the two black kids; they looked at
me,  and there was a moment of common indecision. Suddenly the slavets
realised what  was forthcoming for them. They tried to escape, but I was faster, and
with a  plunge I reached them and grabbed them both by their ankles with my
two hands.  With a slight effort I through them on the floor, not caring at all
when they  started to whimper and cry. I fell on them with all the might of my
muscular  body. They were compelled to lay under me while I began to insert
my right hand  middle finger into the ass hole of one child, while I was
keeping down the other  guy with the other hand. I could not avoid the hardening of
my cock. I was  discovering that the feeling of my body against the very black
skins, so smooth  and hot, enhanced a suavely enjoyable happiness, causing
the fast hardening and  arousal of my male sexuality.
Remember  that I was ordered to impale the two kids. Orders are orders, and
any  disobedience would result in a painful whipping. Therefore I was trying to
put  the crown of my wood-hard cock into the anus of the black slavelet under
me; but  he was tight and I was afraid that by forcing the entrance, which
with my  muscular power would have been quite easy, I could cause some
irreversible  disaster. Luckily, just one instant before my final push, the wealthy
customer  screamed: "Stop, I want to keep them virgin for my future pleasure!"
But  you know how I loose control of my behaviour, once I am thrown toward a
rape: my  cock becomes quite independent from my wishes, jumping up and down,
big, hard  and thick. Somehow I had to get a fast relief toward a complete
spurt of thick  creamy abundant seed. So in frenzy I left my hold of the child's
buttocks,  grabbed with both my hands the heads of the two slavelets.  What
did attract me tremendously,  besides their smooth oily skin, so hot and silky
under which I could feel their  preadolescent already developing muscles, were
their mouths, with their thick  fleshy purple lips that, when they did smile,
revealed perfect tiny white teeth.  I was in an uncontrollable situation,
where only my sexual excitement had taken  over my personal actions. In this
condition my main aim now was to reach the  lips of my two partners. And I took
advantage of my passions by holding the head  of one boy against my groin, and on
the other I did put my lips against his  lips. The result was the
introduction of my stiff hard penis in the mouth of one  slavelet, while my tongue pushed
between the lips of the other child. The result  was that the screams and
whimpers of the two slavelets were silenced, my cock  started to erupt with a
copious sperm flow that was to much for the slavelet's  mouth, oozing down on his
chin while I hungrily sucked the tongue of the other  guy, feeling his hot
thick lips against mine. My sensation was of an  overwhelming satisfaction.
Moreover I heard my owner's client saying: "What a  perfect show!  I admired the
powerful action of your blond Hercules in submitting my two slavelets to his
sexual burst. The contrast between his muscular blond body and the glistening
 skins of the two niggers is very erotic. I am now really anxious to bring my
new  purchase at home, and to start their service in my bed. I will carry
them in my  coach, naked and heavily shackled. As always, chained catamites
enhance my  desires."
On  one side I was happy that my action helped toward the positive conclusion
of the  slavelets sale. But also I felt now the compulsion to start sparring
with young  Negroes, forecasting quite healthy fucking. The heat of their
skins surely would  enhance my libido. And I strongly desired a repeat performance
with well  developed Negroes.
I  explained my problem to the young son of the farm's owner (the one who did
 purchase me and my family from the Hamburg bank). He quite understood my
predicament, and immediately thought how to take advantage of my new taste. "I
will organize" he told me "a sexual fight between you and two of my well
endowed  black adolescents. I am sure that you will enjoy it. At the same time I
will  have a few customers looking at the show, who will surely appreciate. The
 consequence will be a raise of sales, and probably also a price increase,
all to  the advantage of our financial results."
Oh,  master, how did I enjoy it!  And I  would hope that you will follow my
advice and ask your parents for a visit to  the Blackhot  farm».
Well,  I really followed his advice. After all he was quite experienced;
therefore I  tried to convince my parents to allow me some further purchases. I
was  astonished how quickly they approved, but I understood, because there was a
 quite unexpected condition to my approach.
When  I met my grandfather (he is the one in the family who has the money) he
replied  at once: "We were expecting your request. When I discussed the
matter with my  son and my daughter-in-law, they told me that for sure a youngster
like you had  to have some relief, while his wench was pregnant. But your
mother pointed out  that she was thinking that it should be all right, but also
she should get some  pleasure. Your blond stallion did impress her quite a lot,
and your father had  reached an agreement to allow her to be mounted by such a
gorgeous muscular  blond athlete. If she would remain pregnant, it would be a
nice addition to the  herd of our slaves. And I think that he would be quite
happy to enjoy sometime  the beautiful Teutonic body, although it is your
personal property. Do you  agree? If so, there is no obstacle to allow your visit
to the Blackhot farm. I  will go with you, since I did enjoy my previous visit
to so charming and  hospitable farm owners".
You  can imagine that I did agree at once, and so a few days later we all
went there.  Everybody came with me: my grandfather, my parents, and I brought
also  Goldenkopf, because I would not have liked to miss his advice in judging
slave  male flesh, especially if of a very dark skin.
So  there we were, all of us right in the show-room of the Blackhot breeding

farm.  We were received by the owners, Mr. Blake father and son.  They
allowed us to sit comfortably  around a rectangular table. Mr. Blake explained us
how he would proceed. "First  of all" he said "before asking your preferences
and the aim and size of your  purchases, I would like you to play a little
game. On this table I will line up  fifteen slaves, mixed males and females, thus
three for each of you. They will  be of different colours, and between 9 and
11 years old. They, although quite  naked, will be completely covered with a
grey cotton blouse which will hide  entirely their bodies. Thus covered and at
this age, it will be quite difficult  for you to deduce their sex. Each of you
has to figure out if the slavets are  male or female. After your decision, the
only way to confirm your guess is to  introduce your hand under their blouse
and find out, by carefully feeling them  between their legs, what they really
are. If you win you will receive a nice  present".

To be continued only if somebody is still interested.

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