Feature Writer: Dauphin Baby

Feature Title: BACK TO HELL: Peter’s Verdict / Judgement day for a pedophile

Contact: dauphinbaby@outlook.com

Story Codes: Mg, Mb, Rape, Religious

 

Back to Hell:

Peter’s Verdict / Judgement day for a pedophile

Back to Hell – Part 1

I was a man that was respected in my life. I had a wife and children that have grown up to be very successful. I had a good marriage. I had a good job. I was financially secure. It was time to retire and enjoy the last years of my life.

I was just after celebrating my retirement at the hotel with some girl I paid to come and pleasure me

I was now going back to my wife. There was no sex life left in my marriage. It was just a friendship. She knew I had affairs, she just didn’t know how young my affairs were. Or if she did, she turned a blind eye towards my many young lovers. I smiled, as I thought no work to disturb me now. No pressures. I can just devote all my time to my secret lusts.

My mind was in a daydream, thinking about the future ahead of me. The suddenly I felt a pain that I never felt before and everything went black and then silence. There was no pain and there were no feelings. It was only blackness.

The next thing I knew was that was sitting on a huge cloud. I was on a chair and all I could see below were blue skies. Ahead of me was an old man with a white beard and a white robe. He was sitting behind his own desk. Behind him were two golden gates. OK, this is just too much. It is like you would see in a Hollywood film. I pinched myself and that hurt. I tried to get of the chair, but the man with the beard said in a loud voice:
Saint Peter (P): My name is Peter. I wouldn’t stand up if I were you. It’s a long way down. Let me explain what is happening. You are dead. It is my job to see if you are going to heaven or if you are going to hell. You will notice that there is a TV on the cloud over there. This is evidence and will show some events in your life.

Me (M): How did I die?

P: When you were thinking of little girls, a bus drove over you.

M: How unoriginal.

P: Yes. Well now you’re dead, and looking over your life, things do not look good.

M: I was a responsible human being. I went to Church, raised a family, paid my taxes and gave money to charity.

P: Do you think that Child molesters get into heaven?

M: I doubt it

P: But are you are a pedophile.

M: I wouldn’t say that

P: Then what are you?

M: I love children

P: You know what I think? I think you are a child molester and a pedophile. You should be burnt in hell.

M: No. I don’t think I am. I just love children

P: There is a difference between lust and love. You might as well admit that you are a pedophile. It will make your death much easier, at least easier for me.

M: I don’t want to go to hell. I will only admit that I loved children.

P: Then let’s look at one of the last children you loved

TV: The TV screen turned on. It showed me sitting in my office. I was a talent agent for children. You could say that this was heaven in itself. I could be together with children every day. I could manipulate them and their fame struck parents to do anything with and make the excuse that it is the price of fame.

The screen showed an eight year old girl with her mother. Her mother was some posh woman without the money to be posh. The daughter was a shy little girl with nothing special about her. She did not have that special factor that would make her noticed.

However, this was a girl that I could love.

The TV screen showed that she was sitting in my office. I told the mother that we would have to take a photo shot, and this meant that she had to wait outside. The mother not being suspicious of anything told her daughter to do whatever I wanted. I loved when parents said that.

We went into the photo room. I told her to put some thongs on. You can see that she was very uncomfortable with these thongs on, especially when it had the word slut in the front. I don’t know if she knew what it meant, she most likely heard it, and knew it was rude. But didn’t know what it meant. She would soon learn.

I had her sitting on the bed with her legs far apart. She had no top on; as she was flat as the day she was born. At the start she tried hiding them as the pictures were being taken. This was so cute. Afterwards, she noticed that the thongs were a bit baggy in the front and I could see her pussy. Without complaining, she tried to cover everything. But she only had two hands. She hardly knew where to put her hands.

I turned the video on and went to her bed where I started caressing her. The tears started coming to her eyes as she pleased in a small voice to stop. I ignored her and started feeling her all over. The more I did it, the more she started crying. The baby I thought, she had to learn how to be loved.

I quickly tore off her thongs, and she was naked as the day she was born. She just lied back on the bed and tried to cover her face in shame. I took out my dick, and looked over at the camera to see if it was on…

Then I just lifted her legs over my shoulder, and said being a model means lots of hard work. It started here. Many people would be happy for this video and she would be a famous Lolita. But she was to keep this a secret otherwise she would never get famous and her mum would hate her. This usually worked.

Her legs were over my shoulder, and being eight, she had no clue what I was about to do. But when I plunged my dick in her baby cunt, she knew. It tore through her virginity and buried deep into her. She cried and screamed, saying that I should leave her alone, and it hurt so much. I just told her to shut up. She would learn to love it.

She was so tight that it was unbelievable. I could feel her muscles surrounding my cock, and I could hear her cries. I was in my own world. Before I could cum, I pulled out of her. I opened her mouth and thrust my cock into her mouth so she can taste my cock mixed with her cunt juice and a bit of blood. This was too much. I spermed in her mouth and she looked like she would vomit. She started to spit it out. Tears and her face looked like she lost her soul.

I cleaned her up and said to remember not to tell anyone. Amazingly she did not bleed that much, but she would be in pain for days.

P: You remember that girl, don’t you?

M: Yes

P: What was her name?

M: I don’t remember.

P: Yes, there were so many children you had to show your love to. Her name was Molly. She didn’t love you. She didn’t enjoy being raped. On the way out she told her Mum that she didn’t want to be famous. Your rape will haunt her for the rest of her life. Is this what you call love?

M: Listen, maybe I did molest her. But my childhood was not that happy. That’s where I learnt that children could be loved.

P: Yes…. Is that what you remember, that some nice man loved you. Let’s turn back the time and see what you really experienced:

TV:  The TV was on once again. I could see myself on a scout weekend. I was 7 years old- Wow, I looked very small. I forgot all about the innocence and joy I felt as a child. I remembered this day. I was in the forest looking at spider webs; they were so cool and so beautiful. I was thinking that humans couldn’t make them, and think they were so delicate, but could kill insects and everything.

Then Sam, who was a middle-aged scout leader, came up and stood behind me. He was telling me about spiders and other insects. Suddenly I could feel his hand on the back of my shorts. He was rubbing up and down. It felt nice, but it also felt wrong. I wanted him to remove his hand and leave me alone. He couldn’t hear my thoughts and the next thing

I knew was that his hand was in my shorts.
He found my ass, which he called boy pussy. I didn’t understand what this meant, but I knew that it hurt when he put his finger in my ass, I felt sick. He was sticking his finger there where my shit came out.

He kept on telling me how a nice faggot I was. What was a faggot? Why was he doing that with my butt? Did he not know that it hurt? Did he not care that I was asking him to stop and I was crying?

He told me turn around and all I could see was his long dick that looked like a big huge snake. I didn’t have that much time to look at it because he shoved it in my mouth. He told me not to bite and said to pretend it was a Lollypop. I was nearly choking to death and once again wondered did he see the humiliation and pain in my eyes. Did he not hear my muffles so he would stop? Obviously he didn’t because all he said was, that’s it. I knew you were gay….. You’re such a cocksucker… that’s it…. You like it…. If you don’t like it, I don’t care…. I’m cumming now.

He pissed some white stuff in my mouth. It was so thick and salty. I felt like I was going to vomit. I spat and spat, trying to get it all out.

He just stood there smiling and said that if I ever told anyone. They would know I was gay.

P: Did he love you?

M: No you can see that. He was a perv. He was a molester.

P: In fact you sucked him many times and you became his fuck toy?

M: Yes

P: So what is the difference between you and him? You both molested children!

M: I do not molest boys. I do love girls. That makes me a child lover. Not a child molester.

P: I call a child lover a pedophile, and someone that rapes children is a molester. When children are in pain and do not want to have sex, then they are being raped. Do you remember the first girl that you “loved”?

M: No

P: Well most people remember their first love. Then again you have been in “love” with many. Let’s remind you of your first love. In fact, there was just not one girl. There were two girls.

TV: I was nineteen, and there were two twins that just moved next to me. I got a hard on every time I seen them. They looked like the Olsen twins. I spoke to them quite often and I would get an extra hard on when we spoke or when they smiled. I was sure that they liked me. They were both seven. I knew they weren’t my age, but I loved them.

I had a plan
Christmas eve, I waited until their parents were in bed. Then I snuck up to the parent’s room. I went in very slowly and then put a chloroform I found at home under their noses. I was afraid the one would wake up while I did the first one, so I knocked out their father first, and then their mother. If the house fell, they would not wake up.

I was wearing a Santa uniform and found the twins room. They were delighted that I was there. They didn’t recognize me. They were asking for their presents.

“I have a present for you, but it’s only something that I give to very special girls.”

“What is it?”

“It’s some cream that I make. I put this cream into you and when you have this cream in you, it means that you are my girls and next year you get the best presents.”

“Cream tastes good. But how does it come out of you.”

“You have to take off your clothes.

“No then you will see us naked”

“I said take off your clothes or you will be on my naughty list forever”

They slowly took off their clothes and I could see why I loved them. They were so sexy. I told them that they could start by kissing each other. First they looked at each other as if they would say no way. Then they thought that Santa told them. They started kissing, I told them to use their tongues and explore each other’s mouths. This was so new for them. They thought it gave them nice feelings as well as forbidden feelings. I laid down and started licking one girl’s pussy while my other finger was fingering the other one. The first one laughed a bit and said my beard tickled. Then they both asked me to stop because they thought it was gross.

I was just starting. I took the first girl and told her to open her mouth. She was so stupid, she probably thought I was going to take a spoon and put the cream in her mouth. But she must have been shocked when my cock plunged into her mouth and I started fucking her mouth. While I was doing this, I took the second girl by the back of her head and started kissing her. This was what I wanted to do for a long time.

The cocksucking girl obviously did not want a cock in her mouth. You could see the tears flowing from her eyes. Her mouth felt good on my cock and the tears didn’t bother me at all. While kissing her slut sister that didn’t even notice the fake beard because she was so afraid.  I didn’t care. When my cock touched the back of her throat I knew that this plan was great. These girls would soon become my cumsluts. Within no time, I started cumming in her mouth. Her face looked like she just has tasted lemon. She hated it and started spitting out. I said my ho ho ho and told her that she now was Santa’s favourite girl and she should kiss her sister while I recovered.

You can obviously see that they did not like kissing, especially with the taste of cum in their mouths. This turned me on more and I started to feel my cock go hard once again.
Then I took the second sister and put her on her back. I told her that this might hurt, but it was the only way I could get my cream in her. She closed her mouth as much as she could, thinking I was about to do the same as her sister. Instead I pushed my cock in her pussy, past her virginity. She screamed high. It was good that her parents were out cold. She kept on pleading to me that I should stop, but her crying made these pleas nearly sound like Russian. I started fucking her despite the pain that she was in.

Her little sister had compassion. She started hitting me. I hardly noticed it, as she was still a small girl. Once again I was feeling the soft pussy surrounding my cock. It was so tight that I thought that it would squeeze my cock off. Within no time, I was starting to cum in her. She closed her eyes every time she felt me sperm in her.

P: Do you notice that you never remember the names of the girls?

M: So

P: That what you call love. Those two girls hated Christmas ever since you raped them. Is this love?

M: I thought they would learn to love

P: But they didn’t. In fact they have kept away from any sort of relationship since. They hate anything to do with sex.

M: Is that true?

P: Can you tell me any girl that accepted your love for love and not rape?

M: I had a mistress once. She had a daughter that didn’t cry or anything.

P: Yes, you controlled yourself there. You didn’t make her suck you or you didn’t fuck her.

M: I just helped her in bed.

P: She was eleven. I am sure that she could have go to bed by herself

M: She had nice tits that were just starting to grow, and she had a nice pussy. I bet it wouldn’t hurt if I did fuck her.

P: Listen to yourself. Look at the examples that we have given. Admit that you are a pedophile, a child molester, and a child rapist

M: Maybe

P: admit it, I no longer have patience

M: OK. I am a pedophile. There have been pedophiles since the beginning of time. Sometimes it has been acceptable in society. You just have to look at the old Greece or some cultures, when it was acceptable. You didn’t hear these cultures complain and threaten with hell. You didn’t see anyone complain about heaven and hell. It was just accepted. Because people now disagree with it, and it’s unpopular, then it’s a sin!

P: I see you will continue to make excuses for being a pedophile. Let me tell you what you will experience. You will experience hell. Hell is not fire and brimstone. Hell is where you learn the pain that you have given to others. It is where you realize the sins that you have done. Where you have to live with these

You will be sent back through history. You will see if being a child that was abused then was good or not. You will see what it feels to be a child. You will experience the hell that you put many children through

Enjoy your hell.

There was blackness once again. I could see shooting stars flash by me; it was like I was going through a huge tunnel. I was flying through this tunnel thinking of the trial. I didn’t understand what hell he was talking about. For the first time in my life, I was afraid. I was afraid of what was happening to me.

I hit the ground

When I woke up, I was lying on the ground. I blew at long hair that was covering my nose. I was freezing. The ground was so hard to lie on. I looked down. I was naked except this thin piece of deerskin around my pussy. What?….. My pussy? I looked over my body. My boobs were just large nipples and there was no hair on my pussy. I was a little girl.
Looking around again, I could see that I was sleeping in a cave. Not only was I a girl, I was a cave girl. Peter sent me back to the cave ages

Back to Hell – Part 2

Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting stars flash by me. I was flying through this tunnel thinking of the trial with Saint Peter where he said I was a pedophile and my hell would be the hell that I have caused to many children. I didn’t understand what hell he was talking about. For the first time in my life, I was afraid.

I hit the ground

When I woke up, I was lying on the ground. I blew at long hair that was covering my nose. I was freezing. The ground was so hard to lie on. I looked down. I was naked except this thin piece of deerskin around my pussy. What? My pussy? I looked over my body. My boobs were just little nipples and there was no hair on my pussy. I was a little girl.
Looking around again, I could see that I was sleeping in a cave. Not only was I a girl, I was a cave girl. Peter sent me back to the cave ages.

I got up and walked around the cave. People were huddled against each other. The men looked strong and very big. They looked like bodybuilders but very hairy. They also snored a lot.

The women on the other had looked like they were from Africa. They had just deerskin or some other type of skin that didn’t cover much, and it looked like they didn’t care. They looked a lot older than they actually were. Prehistoric times were much harder than the modern day, and makeup was not invented yet.

The girls and boys just had some Tarzan like cloth on…. The same as me. The problem with the girls is that that their tits were not covered, and you could see their privates below. Funny I didn’t become aroused and wanted to have one big orgy right there and then. This was most likely because I was a girl. I was about nine years old. It didn’t make me feel funny when I saw the boys either; I just thought they were gross.

The outside of the cave looked like it was a scout camp. There were deerskin and other types of skin all over the place, as well as a fire in the middle of it with glowing wood. In one corner of the camp, I saw a pile of bones.

I walked up to the fire and started warming my hands. I was so cold after sleeping on the dirty floor. But this woman, who I instinctively knew she was my Mum, told me to go to the pond and get washed. I walked instinctively down to the pond. There were a few other children they’re bathing naked. I looked down in the water. I had long brown curly hair and was quite small for my age. If I were my former self, I would think that I was extremely hot. I was the most beautiful girl there.

The thing was when I looked at the other girls, I didn’t feel like raping them and I didn’t see them as a sexual object. It was now that I had respect for the verdict of Saint Peter. A big lust has been lifted from me. I can now enjoy being a human without thinking of lust and desire. I can play and enjoy life. I can be a child, even though it was back in the cave ages. What would I do without TV?

Wow, I noticed every second that went by, I was beginning to think more and more like a child.

The other children and I went back to the camp, where everyone was sitting around and eating some mush from wooden bowls.

We had to sit in a circle. The mush tasted like burnt mush. It must be the same as Oliver Twist tasted, and it needed sugar. But I suppose they had no sugar at that stage. I had a problem eating because we had to keep the bowl on our knee, and I was very conscience that people were looking between my legs. I knew that my nipples were showing, and at least they didn’t bulge out. But I saw some of the older men look between my legs when they were opened. So I tried closing them as much as possible. I thought they were pervs. Think that I used to be like them.

After breakfast we had to do some chores. The young boys were practicing hunting and the girls were washing food and making some sort of flour. At one stage this boy came by me and pinched one of my nipples. I told him to fuck off. He called me the hairless princess, and said he hoped the chief’s horn would make me a woman soon. I didn’t have a clue to what he was saying, but laughed. I was probably the first person in history that used that curse.

After some lunch, which was some half raw meat, I felt like walking around. I started exploring the cave; it was interesting that these people slept in a cave. Think if they saw what a bed was, or a TV, or a kitchen. They would all get heart attacks. Luxury for them was some leaves on the ground that they used as a bed.

On the wall I saw that there was someone that started drawing some animals. They looked cool enough. It reminded me of an art museum. I remembered the books I read where people would see these pictures thousands of years later. So I decided that I would fool St. Peter.

I took some chalk and started drawing the Mona Lisa. OK, My Mona Lisa was not as nice as the real Mona Lisa. But if this picture lasted a few thousand years, people would that that De Vinci had stolen the idea from me. In no time, I forgot that I was pretty much naked with a piece of deerskin that was the smallest mini dress I ever did see.

As I was drawing my Mona Lisa, I suddenly felt a hand raise my deer skirt and touch my bum. I tried to pull away, but the other hand held me there. I could hear a voice and recognized it as the voice of the chief’s son.

“What are you doing? You know that you are not to draw on the wall, and you are not to draw people. You will steal someone’s soul. You will be punished for this. Do not move away from me. I will not defile your baby pussy. That will be later. I will just play with your butt. I know you will like it.”

I said nothing. I was so afraid. His finger suddenly and aggressively went into my ass, and he started finger fucking me. I tried to pull away but he just held me close. He kept telling me that he loved new flowers and he was so happy that the Clans slut would soon be his.

I didn’t think much about this, but could feel his fingernails scratch the inside of my ass. Tears were rolling down my eyes. Images of all the girls that I have molested and cried to my delight flew past my mind. I didn’t moan or grunt like a slut would. I tried to close my legs and beg him to stop. It took him a long time before he would.

After he was done, he took his cock. I was afraid what he wanted me to do with that. I felt a sigh of relief when he started pissing on the painting, destroying my work of art. Then he turned suddenly when he was pissing and started pissing in my face. He told me that this would wash any evil spirits out of me that was there because I was painting something forbidden. The piss smelled strong and I could hardly breathe, as some of it went into my mouth.

He dragged me by my neck and led me outside. Everyone gathered around while he told them what I have done. They all frowned at me. He removed my deerskin. This was embarrassing, as I stood there naked. I was no slut. This punishment that Peter had given me has made me a girl, and in many ways, I was innocent as a girl. Despite what I did with them before I met Peter. It was now me that was the girl. I tried to cover my privates, but everyone just stared anyhow,

The chief came and started getting mad at me. He said that I had to learn my place. I was not allowed to draw humans, and because I was a girl, I was not allowed to draw. I had my chores to do and my duties to men, as well as taking care of my body. This was so sexist that I felt like shouting at him that girls could draw just as well as boys.

I didn’t get the chance; he put me over his knee and held me there

WACK. This surprised me and I taught civilization a new swearing word.

WACK WACK. I clinched my teeth thinking this was so humiliating. Everyone was seeing me get spanked.

WACK. Tears were coming to my eyes. This was now starting to sting me and embarrassing.

WACK. Tears were flowing from my eyes as I seen the other children close their eyes every time I got one.

WACK WACK: Ok, now I was crying. I was no longer brave.

WACK: This man really liked doing this. Pain and tears were running down my cheeks, as I knew that I would never draw again.

The Chief stood up, and I knelt down and said quietly that I was sorry. He didn’t smile. I bet his hand hurt. He told me as a punishment for me and the pleasure of others, that I would be naked for the rest of the day. This bought more tears to my eyes. I felt like begging him, but I was afraid of him. If I begged, he would just spank me again.

I went over to my Mom that was stitching some skin. I laid my head on her shoulder and asked her did she still love me. She said yes, but hoped that I have learnt something. She said when she was my age, she started eating before the hunters, and this was also forbidden. She got the same punishment as me. I felt sorry for her, and thought that all these regulations and rules were a bit stupid.

Suddenly I saw a naked girl that was about 11. She was also naked. I was going to ask what she did, but decided not to push my luck. I was also concerned with all the boys and men that came by me. You could see that they all started developing hard-ons, when they could see my pussy exposed to them. Of course, I knew what they wanted to do. I just smiled at them, as nothing was unusual.

This girl, that was called Bitch, of all names, was walking around. Then this dog came to her and stood in her way. Instead of telling the mutt to scoot, she just went on her arms and legs. In the middle of the camp, we could all see the dog lick her pussy. She was groaning with some tears in her eyes. I just stared and was totally in shock. Here I was afraid of being naked and this girl was letting a dog lick her. How gross was that?

The show wasn’t over, and the dog suddenly climbed her. I could see that his cock was about to enter her pussy…. The poor girl. Not bad enough having a cock inside her, but a dogs cock, and everyone staring. You could see that she could hardly kneel there as the dog was fucking her for all that he was worth.

This was making me feel warm and tickly inside, and I felt like playing with my own pussy. The girl was both shouting that it hurt, then she would shout go faster and she would shout that she loves him. She loves a dog??? The thing was that some people walked by as if nothing was unusual. And some just called at her asking how her life as a bitch was? Suddenly, you could see a relief in her face; obviously the dog gave her all his sperm. The dog turned around, but the cock was still knotted in her.

Mum looked at me and said, “Her boyfriend will stay there for a long time. She was a very popular girl, and was supposed to marry a hunter. But she said no, and then she was told that if she didn’t want to be a loyal and faithful wife to a hunter that can provide for her, she could be the dog’s bitch. That’s what happens when you say no. Remember this, my dear one.”

How unfair! Women and girls had no rights in this cave society. Have they never heard about the United Nations human rights? I suppose not, that would not come for thousands of years. Despite this, I thought what rights did I give to girls when I raped them in my earlier life?

OK Peter, I have learnt my lesson. Take me back now!

Later, the Chief called my family deep in the cave. That’s why my Dad was home early from hunting. We walked to the back of the cave, it was a bit dark and you could see the water dripping down the walls. We knelt before the chief. His son was there. He must have been about twenty, but looked like he was 40. He looked scary.

“It is about time you give your daughter to my son.” The chief said

“Yes, nine seasons has gone. She looks like a girl yet.”

“My son will give her the medicine crème of womanhood that he has in his cock, and she will be a woman. As princess, she will deliver the future chief of this clan”

“We agree, let the ceremony start tomorrow”

What, get married? To that monster? I was only nine years old and he wanted me as his wife. Was the idiot so insecure that he couldn’t find someone his own age? This was wrong! Nine year olds should not get married.

Then I remembered what happened to the girl that said no to the hunter, and I had no intention of being any dog’s girlfriend. I didn’t answer. I just spread my legs so he could see my pussy. Maybe if he saw it was a little one, without any hair, that he would think of someone his own age.

However the chief looked and smiled, “Your bride is showing her baby jewels to you. She is presenting her body to you as your own sex toy and her mind as your wife. This is a great day for us all. Let the presentation start tomorrow at dawn and at evening the ceremony and gratitude to the Gods”

That night, I slept with my parents. Mum’s tit made a perfect pillow, but I sure did miss a mattress. Sleeping on a floor was no easy thing, and no wonder why the older people looked like they were grandparents, Even though they were only twenty or thirty. A bath wouldn’t harm them either. It was hard to sleep, because you could hear some people moaning and groaning. It was obvious what they were doing, but doing it while others could hear it and even see it in the shade of the moonlight? That was a bit too much. But after all the events of today, I fell asleep.

I did remember to pray to God, asking for forgiveness for my past life, and saying that I now understood. Maybe he would save me.

He did not. The next morning; I woke up on the same dirty floor. Mum said that we had to get prepared for the presentation. We went down to the cold water with a few other women. They started washing me over. They washed my hair with some creamy milk they got from some tree. They explained that it would make my hair clean and smell good. OK, this was not that bad. Mum was telling me of what a wife should do. It was hard to concentrate, as I was watching the woman rub me with flowers and feeling them fix my hair. I did understand what Mum said. It was my job to be my husband’s slut and do whatever he said. How hard can that be to remember? Remembering is one thing, complying is another thing.

We were lead to the camp, and there was a pole in the middle of it. It was decorated with these white flowers. It looked so pretty. For a short moment, I was getting interested in getting married

I did say for a short moment. Before I knew what was happening, they tied me to the pole on my knees. Then they removed my deer mini skirt and once again I was naked for the whole world to see. Good job there was no TV; otherwise they would have broadcasted this.

Mum looked at my confused face and explained, “You will now be presented to the whole camp. They have to see what the Chiefs son is getting. This will make your status higher, as they will be jealous of him. They will feel you and bless you with their cream of life.” Cream of life? That’s a nice way to describe it. I would call it group molestation.

The first man that came was the chief, He started feeling my hair and saying that it was very soft, and it was the best hair he seen on any child bride before. In fact, he wished that I would be his child bride.

Then he felt my pussy. I couldn’t move away, and just closed my eyes as his fingers probed it. He started finger fucking me, and despite the strange feelings of pain and also the nice feelings, I was doing my best to keep my tears back. He was telling me that I would make a good cum whore for my husband, and he would love to see it. I am sure that he would.

He stood up and told me that it was honor to bless me with his seed of life. Again, I thought I am sure it’s an honor for him, but he didn’t ask me what I thought. He took his cock and started pointing it towards my mouth. It was big and smelled a bit like piss. I was a bit slow to understand what he wanted, Even though I forced many girls to do this in my past life. He had no patience; he took me from the back of my head and forced it in. I was suddenly afraid. I felt like throwing up.

My teeth scratched his cock and he jerked my hair a bit saying to be careful of my hair. The cock went in and I could feel it touching the inside of my cheek. Then he started fucking my mouth while I struggled to breath. It felt so hot and warm. The worse thing is that there were people standing around saying that I was a born whore. If I weren’t tied up, they wouldn’t say that!

I felt this salty and very thick sperm that was like snot in my mouth. Some went down my throat while I let the rest of it flow out. This didn’t please the chief as he explained that I had to swallow the seed of life. Some men are hard to please, but I just smiled and said that I will try my best. The chief smiled after hearing the audience say that I was a good cocksucker.

I wanted to ask my mum for a drink, but this went on all day. Men would come up to me and I would suck them and at the end I would eat their cum. I felt like there were liters of cum in my stomach at the end of the day. I had enough seeds of life to populate all of Asia. Not that they even knew where Asia was.

My mouth was tired, and so was my pussy. It was both tired and it hurt. I felt like that I could sleep for a few days. But was that part of Peters Punishment? No!

The wedding ceremony started in the evening. There was a lovely sunset, and the holy priest said that this was a good sign from the Gods. I wished it would rain, then it might wash some of the dried off cum that was on my stomach.

I stood there once again naked. I heard two old women commenting on my body, that I still had the body of a six year old. But I doubt that they would do anything to save me from this marriage.

A few words were said, and we were married. There was some dancing around the fire. I suppose you could say it was an earlier Indian dance. I was allowed to have a rug around me because it was getting so cold.

Then the chief’s son stood up and lifted me as if I was a little baby. He carried me into the cave and laid me on some fresh leaves and flower petals. It was so soft. Then he took off whatever clothes he had on. He really did look like a bear. This was not love. It was lust.
Slowly he started kissing my cheek, saying how blessed he was to have such a goddess as a wife. I wished that I could have a better-looking husband, maybe twenty years from now.

His kissing continued to he started thrusting his tongue in my mouth. It felt like a huge slimy worm. I was like a statue. I was afraid and I hated that he was molesting me. I hated him because he was a pedo. I don’t think they even knew what a pedo was back then.

He started kissing my small nipples, and this felt nice. I let out a few moans as he caressed them with his tongue.

His tongue worked his way down to my pussy. At first I clamped my legs, but he spread them and started licking my pussy. It was like a bolt of electricity hit me. I was so confused. I remembered the dog licking that girl, and the dog looked nearly better than this man. At the same time, there were electricity bolts going up my body and I was moving my head, wishing that he would stop and at the same time continue. I didn’t understand anything. Deep down I knew what he was doing, but the girlish innocence in me was saying that I was not ready for this.

Then he lifted my legs up. I started praying to Peter to get me out of here. His cock rubbed up and down my pussy and I knew that Peter would not rescue me. I closed my eyes and waited. I could feel the head of his cock ram into my pussy, and I let out a scream that cave people miles away could hear. He told me that I was no longer a virgin, and I felt like saying no kidding. But didn’t have the energy as he started fucking me. It felt as if he was tearing me apart. There was no room in my body for his cock.

But no matter how much I screamed and cried, he just continued. “You will learn to enjoy this, my cum whore, my child whore, my cocksucker, my cum depot. I don’t know why you are complaining, as I am not all the way in. You are not big enough for that yet.”
You’re darn right; I am not big enough for any of this I thought as I felt his thick warm rod squeeze in and out of my pussy. Then I felt something warm, and I knew that he was now cumming in me. He stayed there for a bit and then withdrew.

He put the deerskin over me and had his big huge hand on my nipple, playing with it. Soon he was snoring and I was lying there with cum around my legs, and sore as hell. That’s right. This was hell. Then it hit me. I told St Peter that having sex was fine, because it was done throughout history. Then I thought that it hurt a child thousands of years ago than it hurts them now.

And did I ever think of this when I molested all the girls in my previous life,

Suddenly, everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting stars flash by me. I was flying through this tunnel thinking That Peter finally heard me and was saving me. I was no longer a cave girl, and I was back in this time Tunnel.
I opened my eyes

I was on a carriage, once again tied to a pole. I looked down and could see that I was wearing a white tunic. I had long hair once again that went to my shoulders. But I could feel that I was no longer a girl. I was a boy. A young boy, I must have been around 11 years old.

I tried to look behind, even though it was hard. I could see a young girl that was also tied to a pole. She was about 9. Instinctively I knew she was my sister.
I could see soldiers marching in front of me with huge banners. The people were cheering, but something told me that they were not cheering at me. After all I was tied up.

In front of me, I could see this huge white courthouse like building. It was there I realized where I was

Peter did not save me. He sent me to Rome

Back to Hell – Part 3

Suddenly, everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting stars flash by me. I was flying through this tunnel thinking That Peter finally heard me and was saving me. I was no longer a cave girl, and I was back in through this time tunnel.

I opened my eyes

I was on a carriage, tied to a pole. I looked down and could see that I was wearing a white tunic. I had long hair once again that went to my shoulders. But I could feel that I was no longer a girl. I was a boy. A young boy, I must have been around eleven years old.

I tried to look behind, even though it was hard. I could see a young girl that was also tied to a pole. She was about 9. Instinctively I knew she was my sister.

I could see soldiers marching in front of me with huge banners. The people were cheering, but something told me that they were not cheering at me. After all I was tied up.

In front of me, I could see this huge white courthouse like building. It was there I realized where I was

Peter did not save me. He sent me to Rome.

As I was being paraded through Rome, My memories of my cave girl experience was being eliminated and replaced by memories of me growing up in a small village in England, where my dad was the local king. All the pain and agony that I had as the cave girl was gone and replaced by happy memories of being a prince in Southern England.

Memories of the Roman soldiers that attacked us suddenly sent thrills down my spine. They were so well organized and our warriors had no chance against them. I had seen them kill my dad. I was huddled next to my sister Fiona. We were hidden in the hills above the village. We could see the Roman soldiers tearing the clothes off the village woman and raping them. I never saw a woman sucking a dick before or being fucked. I felt my little cock growing as I seen this brutal events. I didn’t know why this was happening. I covered Fiona’s eyes, as I didn’t want her to see the raping and the killing after. I didn’t want her to experience that Mum and Dad were being raped and then a sword through their hearts. I loved my sister, and wanted to protect her.

Something told me that we had to run and escape. We could go the nearest town and my cousin would take care of us. Maybe he would be able to find some soldiers and fight off the Romans. Maybe he could take care of us. We ran and ran through woods and fields to the village. As we entered the village, everything was quiet. We ran to my uncle’s wooden house and it was dark inside. The door closed behind us and suddenly there were two Roman soldiers that were holding us. My uncle confirmed reluctantly that we were the prince and princess of Southern England.

“I am now the King, as you killed my Dad.” I said bravely, trying to stop my legs from shaking.

The Roman soldiers laughed and said that this was even better.

They took us to a tent. There was a Roman general there. He was reading some scrolls and hardly looking at us. He was telling someone else that it was time to go back to Rome. He would take the spoils of wars with him so that all Romans will see how successful this campaign was.

“These two will be our prize processions,” the general continued, “Give them baths, and put them in white Tunics, and Greek crowns. Make sure that the tunics are very thin so they are nearly see-through. When we parade this two through Rome, my political career will be secure.”

Now we were being paraded through Rome. The citizens were jeering at us and throwing things at us. Some were surprised that we didn’t look like savages, and I could hear some say that we looked like angels. I wanted to disappear. I didn’t like to be on display as a trophy that was won in some stupid war.

We were lead up a lot of steps where Caesar stood. We were of course in Chains, which was a bit confusing, as what could we do? Fight the whole Roman senate and army with our bare hands. I looked out at the thousands of people that were looking at us. They probably thought that we were strange, as we had blonde hair, and we looked so innocent. We were innocent! Our society was one where we pretty much like you live today. We had morality and taboos. What I didn’t know is that Rome didn’t have morality.

Sex was very important for them. They had no taboos. What I didn’t know was that while a few may have sympathized with me or my sister, the vast majority seen us as slaves, that would be lovely sex toys. They were looking at us with lust in their eyes. I didn’t know this look, as I never have seen lust before, and didn’t really know what lust and sex was.

Caesar started to speak. From the few weeks that it took us to travel to Rome, we learned enough of their language to understand them.

“Citizens of Rome,” He shouted, “Here I present to you our long term enemies. They thought that they were better than we are. They thought they could spit on Roman culture and the Roman Empire. This is the Prince and Princess who are now symbols of the defeated nation. They are now the slaves of this nation.

I first present to you the princess. She could be a sex Goddess; she is so nice to look at. While the Gods gave her the looks, they did not make her Roman. She deserves to be a child whore at one of the temples that we have. The once powerful princess will now be the princess of all whores. I will now show you citizens that she was made to be a whore.”

With that, Caesar had torn Fiona’s clothes off. I tried to move to protect her, but some laughing soldiers stopped me and said that they would hit my face if I continued. I could see tears in my sister’s eyes, as she stood naked before the Romans.

I saw my sister naked before, and never thought about it. But this just seemed wrong. Everyone was looking at her as if she was some animal.

Caesar lifted her on a big table. She was put on her hands and knees like a dog. This made me feel a bit better, as she was not that exposed, although it was a humiliation of being made kneel like that.

Fiona seemed to smile when a dog came out. Through her young innocent mind, she thought it was a gift for her. I thought it looked a bit weird. Both the dog and her had the same collar and leash on.

It didn’t take me that long to ponder over this fact, as Caesar led the dog on the large table where Fiona was on her hands and knees. He then said that this is her new boyfriend. She looked confused, asking herself who is her new boyfriend? She soon found out as the dog started licking her behind. My eyes were wide open as I seen the dogs long tongue lick back and forth across her ass and pussy. It looked so wrong, so strange, so perverse, yet my dick was getting hard. I felt so sorry for her, but I couldn’t control my body.

Fiona was confused. There were tears coming out of her eyes and sometimes she would groan at the strange feelings the dogs tongue was given her. The crowd was jeering and calling her dog slut and whore and little puppy. Fiona couldn’t do anything as the dog licked her. After a while she was in her own world as if she was enjoying the dogs tongue whole she was forced to do it.

The dog mounted her. His long dick was now pink and sticking out. I looked closer as he started jabbing her. I was confused what the dog was trying to do. Was he trying to stab her like it was a knife or what? Suddenly she let out a huge scream that seemed to please the crowd. I looked closer and seen the dogs dick go in her pussy. This was totally perverse; the dog was treating her like his girlfriend. He was having sex with her! The crowd cheered, as they knew the dog raping her stole my sister’s virginity. Now I knew why they had the same collar on.

Fiona was crying and screaming as the dog pounded her. I could see the dog dick go in and out, nearly forcing her small body down. The Romans without any morality or compassion stared at her calling her princess bitch. Her crying became less and less and there was a bit of moaning as she felt some sensations that she never felt before. I prayed that she would not groan so much that the Romans thought she was enjoying having sex with a dog. I didn’t know much about dogs, but later I was happy to find out that the dog did not knot in her. The dog calmed down and Fiona slumped to the table tired, embarrassed and exhausted.

While my sister was getting raped, I didn’t have time to think about what would happen to me. Neither did I have time to look or even attempt to go to console my sister. Caesar took me and stood me before the Roman crowd. My clothes were stripped and this long beautiful dress was put on me. Like the other one, it was lightly see through and but a bit expensive. I could feel them tugging at my long hair and fixing it. At times, it was like they were pulling my hair. I stood still with a dignified face. The Romans were not going to see my cry. I owed my father that much respect.

Caesar then stood beside me and shouted, “We have seen the only daughter, the princess of our great enemy show that even at a young age, she opens her pussy for any cock….Even a dog’s cock. Is this what our great enemy does? Are their royalty bitches to dogs? They shout and beg for more cock? Our Princess will now serve at the Temple of love, where her Pussy will be a temple for many a cock, men, boys and dogs…..Maybe even pigs.

Now look at this Prince. He stands before you looking brave and royal. I am sure that his dead father would be so proud of him. But the spirit of his father cannot see what we see. We see this small boy, who actually looks like a girl. It amazes me that this nation has been our enemies for so long, when their sons look more girlish than their daughters! Maybe this explains why their daughters please the dogs. This boy is not a prince. He is a princess of all sissies. Now he will show you all what a princes in his country are made of.”

With that he pushed me on my knees. I looked around me expecting to see the dog or even a bear or monkey. Lucky there were only Romans looking back at me. I turned around towards Caesar only to see that he opened his Tunic and his large cock was sticking out. It was just before my face. I looked at it confused. I could feel my heart beating quickly. What did he expect me to do? He didn’t expect me to do anything with the cock? I mean I was a boy, and he was a man. He should be doing this with a woman. But from what I have seen of Rome, I knew that nothing was impossible.

His cock moved towards my face and hit my cheek. It felt warm and soft but hard at the same time. I was never so afraid in my life. Then he pushed it against my lips. I closed them shut, as I did not want to do anything with another man. I knew enough from my upbringing that it was wrong. Being gay was simply wrong.

But Caesar shoved his cock through my lips. He was stronger than me. I could feel the side of his cock sliding against the side of my lips. I felt like throwing up, as the idea of another man’s cock inside my mouth was too much to understand. He was thrusting it back and forth, calling me a cocksucker. I understand enough what this was to understand it, and tears were rolling down my eyes as I realized that the comfortable days of being a prince was gone. I was now a cocksucker. I was the worse sinner and bought shame to my ancestors. Everything was my fault, as I could just have bit the cock off.

I didn’t know if I liked it or not, as there were so many thoughts going in my head. I could hear Caesar grunting and the Roman crowd calling me the royal faggot and royal cocksucker as they seen the huge cock going in and out of my mouth. Within no time, I felt this thick cream shoot in my mouth. I felt like I was choking to death and tried to spit it out. I swallowed it and felt it sink into my stomach.

It has been several months since that happened. I never did see my sister, but heard what she was doing. I will tell you about that later.

After we were presented to Rome and been humiliated and made into the whores of Rome, my sister was taken to some Temple. The Romans had so many temples. They had a God for everything. I secretly believed in my own God. It was the only thing that the Romans could not take from me.

Caesar decided that he would like to keep me as a personal slave. I heard him tell the others that he has never seen such a beautiful creature than me. I should have been born Roman. He boasted to his friends that I would give him many pleasures. Even though I was walking with my head down and quietly, I was proud that he thought I was so pretty. Even though being called pretty made me sound like a girl. I had the weird feeling in my stomach. I was now to be a slave.

The first few days, I didn’t feel like a slave. I was given my own room with servants. Their job was to put these slutty tunics on me, make sure my hair looked long and soft, make sure I was clean and smelled like flowers. They were also a bit strange. They would try to convince me that I was a sissy, a faggot, and a cocksucker. I should have been born with a pussy and not a cock, which they didn’t think was very big anyhow. After a few days I was confused. Was I a play toy for the Caesar? Should I have been born as a girl?

After a few days later, Caesar told me to come to his room. He was lying on his bed naked. I saw that his cock was big… The same cock that went in my mouth. Then I noticed how strong he was. He had a lot of muscles. I think that my jaw dropped as I started admiring them. I wish I was as strong as him one day, but then I heard the voices going through my head that I had a very girlish body. I could hardly ever look like a man when God made me this way.

He told me to come to the bed. His big hands were going over my body. His hands were making love to my skin. His hands were a bit rough and even though he did it because he liked me, I was thinking did he like me or did he like my body? I was confused because he said he wanted me to be like his son, and he wanted to show me how much he loved me.

He started kissing the bottom of my lip. My mind was telling me that the servants were right. He thought I was more of a girl than a boy. My mind was spinning with confused thoughts as his tongue dived into mine and started exploring. I was trying to breathe, as he done this and that was hard. His tongue was everywhere my mouth. He was becoming more excited, as he was tongue kissing me. (I wonder what they called French kissing in the Roman days…).

Then he told me that I was a great cocksucker, and his cock has missed my pussy mouth. I looked at him pleading that I didn’t have to do it. But this is who I was now. My body was no longer mine. I slowly started licking the top of his cock. There was some clear stuff there that I found out was pre-cum. I looked up and seen Caesar smiling at me. I smiled back, not because I liked this, but because I wanted him to be happy. His cock was once again in my mouth. I no longer felt human as it went in and out.

While I was concentrating on wrapping my tongue around his cock and making the most powerful leader in the world feel good, I felt no more than an object, alive because I looked like a girl and let others use my body in the most perverse ways. Sometimes I felt like I was going to choke when he pushed my head down and it went down deep in my throat. He told me how to breathe when it was so long down.

He spermed in me when it was in my mouth so much, that I was forced to swallow it. After he cleaned my mouth, he told me that he loves me and I would learn how to like his sperm. I put on the sweetest smile I could. Deep down me knew that I would never like the taste.

So I was now Caesar’s slut boy. I visited him when he needed to get rid of his sperm. My job was to be his cocksucker. While his name would go down in history, mine wouldn’t. He was wrong, I never did like cum in my mouth, and every time I seen his cock or swallowed it, I feel like I was going to die.

Otherwise, he treated me like his son. I had enough food and entertainment. My clothes were a bit sissy like and showed a bit too much. I wore jewellery and even flowers in my hair. The servants kept on reminding me that my purpose was to please Caesar with my body and do whatever he wanted. They reminded me that I had the body of a girl and I was a slut, a pussy-boy and a cocksucker. Maybe it is because they said it a few thousand times, but I started to believe them.

I did miss Fiona, my sister. I had to find a friend that would tell me how she was doing.
When Caesar was doing his work, he would have me sit on his lap. He would present me as the prince of Southern Angola that was now the most important Roman slave. He would praise my looks and my body. He would boast to the others that I was a slut of a boy, that I loved giving my body to other men. I was Prince faggot. I didn’t dare shout up and say that this was not true. That I hated when his hands caressed me, I hated when he kissed me that I hated when I had to suck him. But he usually had a finger up my ass when he was boasting about me. This often hurt and was so degrading. I must admit that there were also some pleasure, but it would have been better if he clipped his nails.

After a few weeks, I was led into his room. Everything happened like it usually does…..the feeling and the kissing and his finger exploring my ass. I started sucking him as I usually do. It was now just a routine for me as I felt his warm cock in my mouth. My mind was another place. I would think about the times that Fiona and I would be playing in the fields. She was always so happy and talkative. She was always full of life. Sometimes when trying to remember these episodes, I would be saddened, as it was getting harder and harder to remember her face.

Suddenly he told me to stop sucking. This confused me as I usually sucked him until he came in my mouth. He took me by my waist and turned me around and put me on my back. He told me that he was going to make me to a real queer. Amazing how many words they have for one thing! Then he put my legs over his shoulder.

“Wow, my dear prince faggot, you look so slutty when you lie there, waiting for me to make you into a gay little sissy. You look so pretty. The Gods bless Rome that you are here to serve us”

What did he mean that I was waiting or implying that I was looking forward to it?

Ouuuuch!

I experienced the largest pain that I ever had in my life, as he stuck his cock in my ass. He was doing the same that the dog was doing to Fiona. I screamed and cried as hard as I could. In a way I hoped that my father would hear me in the afterlife and come and save me. It felt like he was killing me. He would push his cock in me, and I would feel like I was being split alive.

Then a relief when he would withdraw it. But the ordeal would not end; he wanted to push his cock back in me. I was crying, and gasping for air. I was hurting and images of the dog with Fiona were going through my head. No wonder why she cried and was in pain! I wonder what she was doing now, was she praying to some statue or was she experiencing the same that I was. I missed her, but thinking about her could not take me away from the pain that Caesar s cock was doing to my ass.

He was changing my ass to a pussy. I was now a girl. I felt something warm in my ass. He was squirting his cum in my ass. Then he pulled me out and left me lying on the bed exhausted and in pain. He didn’t ask how I was, or if I needed something. He just drank wine and ate some grapes.

My servants helped me in my room and cleaned me up. They seemed so proud of me that I now was truly Caesar s whore. What’s to be proud of?

This was now my life. Every morning, I would go into Caesar and suck his cock.

Sometimes he enjoyed me sucking another cock of some general or someone that has done a good job. I was the reward for doing something good for Rome, and it surprised me that people would rather have a chance to fuck me or let me suck them and not titles or half the Roman Empire. These Romans, I would never understand them.

The pain of being fucked slowly disappeared, and at times, I admit that there were nice sensations. But I will be honest when I say I never liked them. I felt like I was being molested and someone was stealing part of my soul every time. This meant that every time a general or guest came in the house, I would get the flowers in my hair and smell like flowers. They started putting a hint of make up on my face. Then I knew that I had to give my body to some stranger.

Once I was allowed to see Rome. I was in this carriage lifted by 4 men. Of course I had the flowers in my hair and a nearly see through tunic on. I was going through Rome looking at the people rushing around trying to do their daily jobs. They just wanted to eat, and that made me think…. would I trade the luxury and the easy life I had, despite the sexual abuse and humiliation? Yes I would. I wanted to choose when and was I fell in love and whom I gave my body to.

I saw some graffiti on walls. I asked the servant next to me what they were. They looked like a girl being fucked by a man.

The servant explained, “They are actually graffiti against Caesar. You see they show him fucking you. Most Romans think that you are very pretty and look like a girl, and the joke is that Romans think that he cannot keep a woman happy, just you. I mean why did he pick you and not your sister?”

“I want to see my sister”

“I don’t think that will do any good. I mean your sister is at a temple.”

“It has been months since I saw her. I miss her. I want to see her.”

“She might not be the same”

“Doesn’t matter, I want to see her.”

We arrived at the temple where my sister was. Everyone knew that I was Caesar’s special slave, and according to the graffiti, his girlfriend. They led me into a small room full of hanging satin sheets. The floor was full of flower petals. I looked in a corner, and seen Fiona, but I didn’t smile. I told my servant to leave us alone.

She was sitting there, hugging her knees. She was wearing this tunic that was so light that a breeze would have blown it away. Her head was buried in her knees. The life, soul and happiness she had were gone. She looked like a shell, like a ghost. She looked at me slowly. She didn’t even smile. She just sat there without saying a word.

I sat next to her explaining that it was I, her brother. I told her how much I missed her and that I loved her as a sister, she was my family and It really hurt me to see her so sad. There was no response. I didn’t know what to say. I started to cry, thinking that she has forgotten me, or that she hated me because we were in Rome.

I started talking to her about what I experienced. I said that I was basically a boy whore, and everyone thought I looked like a girl. That Caesar made me have sex with him and that I had to have sex with all his friends. I told her that I tried to convince myself that it felt good, I felt like a sex toy, put here to give my body to anyone in Rome.

As I told the story, I started seeing her tremble, and after some time, a tear went slowly down her cheek.

“Oh my dear brother,” She said humbly yet softly, “I thought you abandoned me. They told me I was now on my own, and that you were living in a world of luxury. I am so mad at myself. I was so mad at you. I shouldn’t have believed them. I know you all my life and I know that you would protect me.”

“There has not been a day when I did not miss you,” I replied, “I miss you so much. I miss our games in the fields. I miss our lives with our parents. I know that you are very important here in the temple. But I see you are sad. Tell me, what can I do?”

“Remember when we came into Rome. I was crying so much. I mean we were in a strange land, and I saw you tied to that poll being paraded through Rome. Then he stripped me and everyone could see I was naked. I was embarrassed as I am not yet a woman. I am flat as I can be and I have no hair. Yet they looked at me with lust in their eyes. Then I was put on that huge table. I was so happy when that dog came out.

He reminded me of the dogs I played with so much at home. But then he started fucking me and I never knew what sex was. I tell you brother… that it hurts so much. I thought his cock would come out my stomach. I was so afraid. I was bleeding and everything. The worst part was that at the end, it started feeling nice. That was so humiliating. I liked being fucked by a dog, and enjoying it as all of Rome looked on.

Then I saw you suck his cock. I never seen this before, and thought his dick would get stuck in your mouth. I could see that you hated every second of it. I was crying for our ancestors to save us. Why we were not killed?

They bought me to this temple. It is a temple of some goddess, where we have sex to give her glory. The Romans are so strange.

The first night, I was told that from now on I was the whore of the goddess. They said that I was a cum baby, and I would learn to love any cock that I saw. I shouted no, but after being whipped again and again, I lied and admitted that I loved cum and I have always been a slut and that’s why I should be the whore of this goddess.

I was presented in a room where there were 10 naked men. I stood naked as they started chanting praises to the goddess. Their hands were all over me. Their hands were going in my pussy and my ass. It hurt so much and I wanted to die. Then they laid me on the temple altar where they all started wanking. After a few hours, I was covered with their cum from head to toe. Oh my brother, I know you know what cum is and what it tastes like. I know they treat you like a girl. So you know how I felt!

The evenings were full of these ceremonies where naked men and naked girls would be having sex with each other. I could see that the other girls had no life in them, they were just walking corpses. They no longer loved life and their body was sacrificed to some Roman Goddess. I tried remembering you and my previous life, and that things would change. But the more time that went, the less I believed in it.

We would have to suck their cocks. Sometimes I would be on my knees while someone had their cock in my pussy. After a while that didn’t hurt but I hated every second of it, I hated when they spermed in me. The more sperm in my body, the more of a slut I was. I was starting to believe that they were right, that I was really a slut. While I was sitting on his cock and he was fucking me, another one would have his cock buried in my mouth. I am a cocksucker, just like you. While I was being fucked and sucking, I used my spare hands to wank off two other guys. It was so hard to concentrate.

Then there was sperm in me and on me. I become one sperm slut. These evenings go on and on. I am passed around from one man to another man. I try to look at one spot on a wall and think of my former life. The problem is that my past is a problem. Everyone wants to have a piece of a former princess.

Sometimes, it is like a drama. Where I am on stage and they bring out the dog. I am ashamed to say this, but I love him. I know that he is not like the Romans; he thinks that I am offering myself to him. He thinks that I am his bitch. I enjoy sucking his cock and letting him fuck me. I have given him your name, my dear brother; I hope that you do not mind. But he is the only thing besides you and my parents and homeland that I love.

Once I was on the stage, and they bought in this black girl. She was about my age. I was told that she was also a princess. I didn’t know what to do, so we just sat on the stage. But she knew what to do. She started undressing me, and kissing me all over. The sensations of another girl overwhelmed me and I was in heaven. It didn’t hurt and she was so gentle. We kissed with our tongues for a long time as the men came closer to the stage and then started wanking.

Then she told me to lick her pussy. I thought this was gross, but I had no defiance left. I did as I was told. I lowered my head to her pussy, and started licking her pussy. I could taste all the juice that came out of her pussy and I tried to slurp as much of it as I possibly could. The men just wanked and called me dyke and lesbian.

So you see brother, I have let our family down; I am a disgrace to our dear Mother and Father. I am now a whore. A lesbian, a dog fucker, a cum slut. I understand if you hate me.”

“I could never hate you. These are terrible experiences that you went through. None of which is your fault. Oh dear Sister, how can I help you?”

“I have one big favor of you.”

“Tell me.”

“Let me join our parents in the afterlife. Let me be happy again. Take my remaining spirit from my body.”

“You mean kill you?”

“Yes.”

Before I had time to answer, some soldiers broke into the room and took my sister and me to another room. Caesar was sitting there. He looked mad.

“Is this how you repay me? I have given you both life. I have given both of you luxury. I have let your kind have as much sex as you wanted. I wondered why the gods gave both of you divine bodies, and this must be because you were meant to be whores and not royalty. Now you have disappointed me. Meeting each other and I bet that you were planning your escape.”

“No master” I replied, “I just missed my sister. I love her and wanted to speak with her. We will not escape”

“LIES…..If you really love your sister so much, then I am sure that Rome will get some entertainment from seeing this.”

The next day, Fiona and I were led in the middle of the coliseum. This is where animals usually ate people. My sister looked happy. She could get her life and enter the afterlife and be united with our ancestors.

Caesar spoke and said that we were Royal Brats. He said that our race have always boasted of being morally superior to the Romans. Yet while we were in Rome, we have had sex with anything and anyone.

He announced that Rome would now see how moral we were. He ordered me to have sex with my sister.

Thoughts went through my head. I knew what my sister experienced, and I would not be part in treating her like a whore or a slut. She was not that, she was a gift to earth that has been abused, she was a flower. It’s a shame that the Romans destroyed this gift. I would not allow anyone to destroy her.

At the same time, she moved her lips. I knew what she was saying. She wanted me to end her misery…..to kill her.

I picked up a stone. I was crying uncontrollably. But I looked in her face and the old Fiona I knew was there. She was smiling and said that she would be forever grateful. She knew how hard this was for me. I was about to kill the person that meant most in my life.

Everything went black when I started hitting her head with the stone. I don’t know how many times I hit her, but at the end I seen her on the ground. There was a pool of blood around her. She was dead, but she had a smile on her face.

I could hear the Romans start jeering, and it was obvious that they were upset. I didn’t care if they were going to lynch me. I was both happy that my sister was now in paradise and at the same time, I was mourning. Her love and compassion could have made the world a better place.

The crowd was not mad at me. They were mad at Caesar, as they realized what has happened. We have shown love far more important than the sex and perverse life in Rome. We have shown them true love

Then everything paused. My full memory came back. I remembered that this was a punishment from St Peter, I was a pedophile in my life and this was part of his way telling me how wrong I was.

Peter appeared, “You decided to kill your sister. That is a sacrifice that I call true love. Yet when you lived on earth, you would not have hesitated to rape her. You would have fucked her long and hard.”

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 Roman slave, and I was back in through this time Tunnel.

I opened my eyes.

I stood in this medieval town outside some castle gates. I looked down. I was a poor girl around ten years old. Before me stood this girl that looked identical to me. She had a beautiful dress on, and it was obvious that she was a princess.

She told me to trade clothes with her. My memory of who I really was slowly disappeared and I remembered that I was a poor girl and met the princess. She wanted to go out and meet her kingdom. I remember the deal that we made; I would be a princess for a week. My old memories were going away and I remembered this was a punishment. Did I not hear this story sometime before?

Back to Hell – Part 4

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 St. Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a Roman slave.

I opened my eyes.

I stood in this medieval town outside some castle gates. I looked down. I was a poor girl around 10 years old. Before me stood this girl that looked identical to me. She had a Beautiful dress on, and it was obvious that she was a princess.
She told me to trade clothes with her. My memory of who I really was slowly disappeared and I remembered that I was a poor girl and met the princess. She wanted to go out and meet her kingdom. I remember the deal that we made; I would be a princess for a week.

We quickly changed clothes and the nice dress she had on was totally different that the piece of dirty cloth that I had on. The dress was so smooth and clean. It felt nice against my skin. I felt sorry for her and didn’t understand why she wanted to put my clothes on and see what poor people do. She told me that she would meet me here in a week’s time at the same time.

I rushed into the castles garden. Think that everything was so clean and there was so much space without the smells and dirt that was in the streets where I came from. I went around smelling flowers and looking at the butterflies. I couldn’t believe it – this place was like heaven.

Then someone tugged at my clothes. She was shouting and asking where I have been. I didn’t have a clue who she was. I just could see that she was a plump woman and had an apron on. She must have been my nanny or something like that.

She dragged me in the castle to what appeared to be the biggest room that I ever seen. She started mumbling things as she took of my clothes.

Then she started washing my body. Her hands were a bit rough as she washed everywhere mumbling all the time. When she touched my pussy, I moaned a bit as she rubbed my pussy. It was like a lightening jolt went through me. The Nanny noticed this and said, “Aye my little princess, Even though you do not have any hair and are flat as a boy, your skin is so soft and as white as snow. Your long red hair is the envy of many. You are a little princess slut, and men would love to play with you. You must be clean when you go to the king. You see my flower, one day you will be married off to a prince in another country. This will help our country have a powerful ally. Being a princess is no more than being a national whore.”

I was red in my face, as she was talking rude to me. Did the real princess have to listen to this every day? Then she would believe it at the end. I knew what a whore was. They were those women in pubs that had sex for a few coins. I was not old enough for that. Come to think of it, I knew that they had sex, but I didn’t know what it was. I felt very stupid about this, but was afraid to ask. What if the real princess already knew? She must have known because she has all the nice clothes and people to tell her. I just let this maid talk and mutter as she washed me. She spent a lot of time doing my hair. They wanted my hair to look soft and shiny and smelling good. I was thinking that when I was home, I would just get out of bed, and throw on my old dirty dress and threw water on my hair. That took 10 minutes. When a princess had to get up, it took an hour.

After my hair they put my clothes on. I saw inside the wardrobe and never seen so many lovely clothes than I did there. It would be so fun to spend hours trying them all on. But I didn’t even get a chance for that. They picked out this white dress that was simple. It was fluffy around the sleeves and at the bottom. There were some ribbons in the sleeves and bottom and around my stomach.

I wondered why they didn’t put any undergarments on me or tights. I looked into the mirror, and I could see that the dress was very thin. You could see my nipples through the dress and you could nearly see my pussy if you looked very close.

“Can I not have another dress on?” I asked my nanny.

“Why?”

“Well look. You can see through it.”

“Why are you turning red? His Majesty demanded that you wear this dress. He said it is very important.”

“It just doesn’t feel proper. It feels nasty. It feels sinful”

“A princess does not sin when she works for the nation or God.  It might mean that you have to dress so people can see your treasures, but it is in service of your country”

I didn’t know what to say. Was I expected to go through court with this dress on? People will know who I was, and they would think I was cheap and a slut for wearing these clothes. They would wonder why I didn’t wear one of my pretty dresses. This was so embarrassing.

I walked through the cold castle halls. The people we seen along the way would bow. I could see the men’s eyes silently look up. I knew what they were looking at. They were looking at my pussy. I could just have well gone through the halls with no clothes on. I felt like I was a slut, a sinner for showing my body like this. I felt like their eyes were glued to me. They were looking at my body and didn’t care if I was a princess or not.

We entered the king’s room. He was an old man with a huge white beard; He was laying in his bed with a sheet around his privates. He had a glass of wine in his hands while telling the others to leave him and me alone. I could see the Queen look at him with a pleading look. She was ordered to go out. I wondered why she was pleading. When she went out, she looked at me in a funny way. Did she know that I was not her real daughter?

The King asked me to come and lay on his bed. He had a very deep voice. I was a bit afraid speaking with him. He was so big and fat. It was obvious that he did not starve like my family often did.

“My dear girl….” He started, “I see that you are dressed with your nice summer dress. You are big enough to start serving your country.”

“Everyone is saying I have to serve my country. What does that mean?”

“You were born a princess. You cannot be the king. That will be your brother. You cannot be a knight as you are a girl. You cannot be an advisor or run the country as you are a woman, but look at you. You have a sexy body. Many men like girls that do not have tits or does not have hair on your pussy. Your face and hair is like an angel. You can serve your country and your king by giving your body. This will mean you will offer your body to our allies and people we want on our side.”

“Do you mean sex?”

“What do you know about sex?”

“Nothing except when a man and woman are together.”

“What do they do?”

“I am ashamed to say I don’t know.” My heart was skipping now. What if he told the real princess? Why couldn’t he talk about other things… Like how the flowers are pretty in the garden, or if I had enough toys? Not talking about my body and sex. It was too embarrassing.

He whispered that he would teach me what I need to know. Then he lifted my dress off me and put me on the bed. It felt so cold. I looked at the bedposts. It must have been hours to carve the lions and other things that were there. I would hate to sleep in this bed and wake up and look at the tigers staring down at me and wanting to eat me.
This couldn’t keep my mind off the fact that his hands were crawling up and down my chest. His hands were hard so big. I didn’t understand why he was doing this. Was he trying to make me feel good or what? It felt a bit creepy.

He was starting paying attention to my nipples. When he twisted them it hurt and a pain went through my body. When he licked them with his tongue, it felt nice and I held my breath so I wouldn’t moan. It was a strange feeling. It felt nice, but it also felt wet and wrong. Deep in my heart I didn’t want the king, who was supposed to be my father to do this.

Then he started circling his finger around my pussy. I couldn’t stop it now, but I had to moan. I didn’t want him to do it. I felt that it was disgusting, but my body was cheating me.

He was feeling my clit and must have thought that I liked it because he continued and called me names like slut, royal whore and sexy girl. I felt funny when he was fingering me and calling me these names. It was like I was no longer myself, and I was expected to surrender my body to him. He spent his time feeling my pussy and his finger went more and more in, as if it was like exploring a cave, my mind was spinning with different feelings and confusion. Why did I ever agree to trade with the princess? I bet she wasn’t being molested where she was.

The king stopped and even though he was breathing heavy and his finger was still going in my pussy explained, “ We need you know to do something for your country. The Church and the government have disagreed on several points, and I cannot afford to have the Pope speak against me. It will give our allies an excuse to hurt us. I have spoken with the Cardinal, and he agreed he would speak to the Pope. He wants to teach you religion. Do you understand?”

“Will he play with me like you played with me now?”

“No. He is a man of God. If he did that, then we would have the extra ammunition that we could use against the Church. He will just teach you about the Bible and religious things.”

“That’s fine father. I love listening to stories in the Bible.”

After he did that, he took the cloth from his privates and showed me his big cock. It looked like a huge log. It was throbbing a bit. He told me it was time that I learnt how to pleasure a man. I looked at him confused. What did he mean please a man, and how was I to please a man by looking at that thing?

He laughed when he seen how confused I was, and said that I was to lick it. It was to go in my mouth. When he said this, I felt my breakfast coming up. Did he want me to suck that thing, where he peed? The problem was that even though I traded with the princess; I couldn’t see the king as my father. He was the king that had to be obeyed.

I was shaking a bit as I lowered my mouth to his cock. I could see it was wet at the top. This made me gulp in disgust. I licked the top of his cock, and it was a bit salty but didn’t taste of much. Then I could hear him moan. This encouraged me to put more of his dick in my mouth. I could feel how big it was. It felt a bit strange. Like there was some skin outside a bone. I quickly learned to hide my teeth, as he didn’t like that. I concentrated on moving my mouth in and out. It was a bit hard as saliva kept coming out of my mouth. The King liked it; He was groaning and calling me a good cocksucker.

I thought it was hard having that thing in my mouth, and didn’t know when it would be enough. I tried pulling out once but he pulled me by the back of my head and pushed me back.

A few minutes went, and then I could hear that he nearly stopped breathing and he suddenly stopped. Then it felt like his cock exploded. Thick piss that was very thick and salty exploded in my mouth. I choked on it and felt like vomiting when some of it went down my throat. The thought that it was in my stomach combined with the fact that there was so much of it and his cock was so big made me want to vomit. I pulled out and spit it out while I was coughing.

I quickly put on my dress, and was escorted to the Cardinals office. He was sitting on his chair. He was wearing all these robes that were red and looked so lovely. He told me to sit on a chair.

“Your highness looks different.”

“Do I? How?”

“I don’t know. Your hair has grown a lot since I saw you a few days ago and your face looks a bit thinner.”

I started to sweat. Did he know that I really was not the princess? I never thought that my hair was longer than hers. But he was right.

“Your lips look different to” He continued, “It’s like you had something in them that you liked. It doesn’t matter. I like your dress. I can see that it shows you are still a young girl, but a pretty girl. What do you think, should we talk about the Church and what is good and wrong?”

I was sitting on the edge of my chair. Did the Cardinal just flirt with me? I couldn’t believe it. I calmed down as he started talking about the 10 commandments and what God says we should do and not should do. It said that we should honour our parents that made me feel a bit better. Even if I didn’t want him to play with me and be a cocksucker, I did what the commandments told me to. I honoured what he told me to do. So it couldn’t be all that bad.

That night, I didn’t sleep so well. I was twisting and turning around in bed thinking of what the king has done with me. I was also thinking what the real princess was doing. Did my parents know that she wasn’t me? Was she starving?  Did she enjoy being poor. Would it help her to be a better princess?

The next day, it was time to get my religious instructions. I was escorted to the cardinal. I was wearing a new dress. This dress was like an old Greek dress. It was plain and was held by some ribbons over my shoulder. When would I be able to wear the pretty dresses? The guard told me that the cardinal would meet me in his chambers today. This was strange, but I just nodded my head.

When we got there he told the others to leave us alone. He was not as friendly as he was yesterday. He was not wearing his lovely clothes, but a huge robe.  He told me to take off my dress. I looked at him confused. I was not wearing anything under this dress.

Then I could see that his face got red. “Listen, Last night I listened to you. Yes you were sleep talking. I know that you are not the real princess. This means that you will do as I say from now on.”

I tried to open my mouth not knowing if I should deny or explain. But he told me to shut up and continued, “So I sent my secret police out. Unfortunately I have bad news for you. Your family was killed in some robbery. The princess escaped and no one knows where she is. This means you have to be the princess for life. The thing is that now you are mine. I need your body to achieve something. You will give birth to my son that will be the future king.”

My emotions were building up in me. I felt like crying, screaming and fainting. “You killed my family!”

“It’s a case of National security. You should have thought about that when you played this trick on the king. If he finds out, he will kill you and all your friends and what family you have left.”

“Even if I have your baby, he won’t be king. The Prince will be the king”

“You mean your brother? He is sick and he won’t last as a king that long. Then you will be next in line and then your child. Enough said. Now take off that dress”

I took off my dress and let it slide to the floor. I was standing before him a naked as God had created me. I didn’t know how he would put a baby in me. To be honest, I was scared. Everything he said and the fact that he killed my family…..

I didn’t have enough time to think about my parents. The Cardinal pushed me on his huge bed. Imagine that one man needed such a big bed to sleep in! The bed was so soft, that I could feel myself sinking in the bed. He tore of his robe. My eyes were glued to his cock that was standing up.

He was on top of me and started kissing me. His long slippery tongue entered my mouth and starting moving it inside. It was like he was wrestling with my tongue. I think my eyes must have looked wide as it was hard to breathe with his tongue in there. I was also afraid that I would be squashed as he was on top of me. He was not that fat but he was big. As he was kissing me his hands were squeezing my nipples and twisting them a bit.

This didn’t help me to stop crying. Did he want me to cry?

He moved his head down towards my nipples and started licking them. I looked at the window and could hear a bird singing. Was the princess Ok? Where was she? Was she—
Ouch, his finger jammed up my pussy. I didn’t expect that. The Cardinal was acting like he was an animal. I shouted and begged him to stop. He was breathing too hard and told me he waited many years to do this with the real princess. Now he could do it with me and get away with it. If I ever became queen, I would cut his head off. I hated him.
Without asking, he lifted my legs up and started licking my pussy. I gasped as I felt his tongue touch my private place. It actually felt food. It was like I was in heaven. My body made me shake and moan. The tears going out of my eyes and the sorrow I felt over my parents made me sad that it wasn’t someone that I loved. His evil wet tongue was feeling in all the sensitive places, and making electricity go through my body. I closed my eyes and thought that it was angels giving me this pleasure.

Then it stopped. I heard myself say no and begging him to continue. This made him laugh and said I am a true slut. He lifted my legs over my shoulders and moved closer. Then I screamed in pain as I felt something enter me. It felt like a huge knife was tearing me open.  I screamed in pain as he grunted and told me that I was so tight, that I was nearly cutting his cock off. I could hardly hear him as I tried kicking with my legs and hitting with my arms. His cock plunged its way into me, and then he took it out again. He just held my hands down and continued fucking me, saying that I was no longer a virgin. The Church has now owns my soul and my body.

After a few minutes my pussy got used to the cock going in and out. The pain didn’t get worse, neither did it go away. After a while, I felt something squirt in me. It was his babies coming in me. He called it his holy sperm. I called it something else that I won’t write here.

After that things went black. I think I fainted from the pain and experience of getting raped. Some monks carried me back to my room where I slept most of the day. My nanny waked me. She was washing my pussy. I could see there was some blood on the clothes and I could even see some tears from her eyes.

“I have raised you like you were my own daughter” She said, “You look so different in the last two days. I can’t say why it is. I have prepared you for this day since you were born. It saddened me saying you would be a whore to the nation and a slut. I dreaded that this day would come. The pain you felt in your body is the pain that I felt in my heart and will always feel.”

I got up the next day. This time I was in a pretty dress. I smiled about that. When I looked in the mirror I looked at my stomach. Did it look bigger? Was there a baby inside it? Nanny must have seen me and then she laughed. She told me I was not fully a woman yet and it would be a few years until I was ready to be a woman. I was confused. If it was a few years until I could have a baby, why was he starting now?

After all my lessons in Latin and how to be a lady, I walked around the castle gardens. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I walked close to the place where I met the princess, but there was a guard there. The Cardinal must have put him there to stop us from meeting each other.

I just went around and started smelling flowers looking at birds and things. Then this older girl shocked me. I recognized her as the princess’s cousin.

“Nice dress you are wearing today” She said

“Thanks”

“It’s much better than the slutty dresses you have been wearing the last two days.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone could see that you were not wearing undergarments. We could all see your flat, flat boobs and you hairless slit. Everyone was calling you slut. What, did you want all the men after you, or maybe you wanted me!”

My eyes opened as she dragged me into some bushes. Then she lifted my dress and started feeling my pussy. There sure were a lot of people that wanted to feel it over the last few days. Her touch was different. It was soft and more with love. Maybe it was because she was not forcing me. Maybe it was because she was nearly my age. But I let her feel and even spread my legs.

She smiled and said I was a lezzy. I blushed and put my arms around her. My legs were getting weak. Without thinking about it, I gave her a kiss on the lips. Not that rude kiss that the cardinal gave me. I just kissed her lips and moaned as she starting feeling me.
Then she lowered her dress to one side so I could see her tit that hung out. She was not that much older than me. She pushed my head on her tit and I started sucking. I felt like a little baby and the pains and humiliation that I felt during the last few days disappeared. Her tit was so soft and so comfortable. I could have stayed there all day sucking it.

She grew weak and fell to the ground. I lifted her dress up as she commanded me to lick her pussy. I thought it sounded disgusting. But it couldn’t be more disgusting than sucking a man’s cock.

I started licking it. I would lick it upwards in one stroke then we would both giggle. I continued and we both became hornier as I just licked and licked. I tried pushing my tongue more and more in. It was like a treasure place. I couldn’t get enough of her juices.

She kept calling me lezbo, and I started believing that I was.

After some time we both collapsed in each other’s arms.

Then she started speaking, “I was standing outside the door when the cardinal raped you. He said you were really not the princess. No I know that’s true, as I often tried doing this with the princess but she would never do it.”

“I can explain”

“No. I love you and I love the princess. After you went, I heard the cardinal tell some soldier to find the real princess and kill her. We have to do something about it”

“I will tell the King and the Queen the truth”

“No. The cardinal has them drugged. They are just vegetables now. The King is in bed all day abusing little girls and boys and the Queen does not even know who she is. Why do you think that she did not even notice that you were her own daughter?”

“Then we have to find the princess and save her”

“It’s not safe for you or for her. You have to escape and find her. Then you have to go to Scotland and the court there will take care of you”

After that, the cousin showed me a secret tunnel out of the castle. I was now in the streets. I walked and walked until I came to my own neighborhood. Every time I seen a soldier or a monk, I hid.

At last I saw this girl sitting in a corner. She looked very dirty and sad. I rushed to her. It was the princess. She didn’t even say a word. I started crying and said that we must clean her up. I helped her to the river where I washed her and made her look like a princess again. We changed clothes and it was like she was herself again

“I thought I would never see you again” She said, “When I came out as an ordinary girl, it was so fun. I learned a lot about how people suffer and what makes them happy. Then one day these men came into your home. You parents and family were killed. I was on my way home from the market and could see it and hear the screams. I am so sorry I didn’t help them. I ran and ran.

After a few days, I was starving. Then this man said he would give me money if I sucked his cock. I said no, I was really a princess. He just laughed. If I wanted to eat, I would have to suck him and many others. That’s what I have become. I have become a child whore. I swear when I tell father, such things will be outlawed.”

I told her that her father abused me and the cardinal wanted to have my baby and the castle was no longer what she thought it was. The cardinal was in control of everything.

Just as I finished, some monks grabbed us. We were screaming as we were taken back to the castle to the Cardinals room

He looked at us, amazed at how much we looked alike.

“So now we have two princesses. That is one too much. This is what will happen to you.

The pauper princess will remain as princess, and she will give birth to my son that will be the next king. As for you, my real princess, you will be sent to a convent far away. It is a special convent that services many rich men. It helps the Church get some money.”

I could see that he was going to fuck me again. All hope was gone.

My memory came back. I remembered, as I was a pedophile sent to experience the abused children by St Peter.

OK, St Peter. Now I know that sexual abuse is about power. It is not the child’s choice. Take me out of her. I have learned my lesson

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 Royal Whore, and I was back in through this time tunnel.

I opened my eyes.

It was 1699. I was in a small village. I could feel the heat. I looked down and could see I was a ten year old girl. I was being burnt. They were saying I was a witch. But how did I get here?

Back to Hell – Part 5

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 Royal Whore, and I was back in this time Tunnel.

I opened my eyes.

It was 1699. I was in a small village. I could feel the heat. I looked down and could see I was a ten year old girl. I was being burnt. They were saying I was a witch. But how did I get here? Once again, I was forgetting everything that happened earlier, and I just had the memories as the ten year old girl.  I remembered my name as Ashley, and I was being burnt here because they thought I was a witch.

We lived in a small town. I had a big brother, a mum and dad. We were poor and lived in a one roomed cottage. I was a very happy girl, Even though my dress that used to be white was now grayish and was torn. We wore no underwear. I was always afraid people would laugh at the tear in my dress just below my butt. I was torn when I was playing on some trees. Mum got mad at me and said I just had to live with it, until I grew so they could buy a new dress. I think I grew a lot because this old shaggy dress was too small. It was above my knees and the material was very worn down. I hated when it rained, and you can guess why.

Some people in town had all the money and most like us, had none. Sometimes I got jealous when I saw the rich people, especially my cousins. They had a nice house, even with wooden floors. They had nice clothes and lots of food. It’s not fair that some people in the same family could be rich and others like us could be poor.

My family was poor. We believed in God. In fact everyone in our town was religious. God meant everything. If things went fine, it was God that was happy. If things went bad, it was Gods fault. The Bible was the most valuable procession we had in the house, and the priest was the most important person in town.

My troubles began a few weeks ago. I was sitting on my bed, which was a mattress on the floor. I was staring at this spider crawling across the ceiling. It was boring and I had nothing to do. It was raining and mum was out helping our rich cousins with housecleaning. In other words, they were treating her like a maid. She would clean all day and then they would give her some money so we could eat something. Dad was out working on their farm. My uncle was his boss. He owned our cottage too. He wouldn’t put any tree floors down though.

So it was just my brother and I. He was fourteen and was carving something from a piece of tree. He looked at me and then smiled. I smiled back thinking that he was a fool. Out of all the brothers, I had to get him. He never wanted to tell me stories or read or things like that.

However today he was strange. He kept on staring at me and smiled. Then he laughed and said that I was showing my pussy. This made me blush and I immediately closed my legs.

“You might as well keep your legs open.” He said.

“No, you can see my privates, and that is a sin”

“I already saw them, so it’s not a sin anymore.”

“I don’t care. I am not going to show.”

“Do it or I will tell Dad that you sinned with your flesh.”

A chill ran down my spine. I was afraid to spread my legs, as it was a sin. If he were looking, he would also be sinning.

The experience was very embarrassing, and I felt so bad at him staring between my legs. I don’t know why. It didn’t have the bush of hair that Mum had between my legs.  That afternoon was just me showing my pussy to him. He just sat there and raped me with his eyes. I expected him to do something, but didn’t know what. I just felt these two eyes staring at me, and I felt like I was on display.

At last Mum came home. She was tired but looked very happy. She said that our cousins would take us for a picnic tomorrow and swimming. I didn’t smile that much. I knew that my cousins were being forced by their mother to do this. The Bible says that the rich should help and be nice to the poor. The rich has just changed this that it should be a few days a year.

The next day, I was getting ready. Mum spent the night before trying to wash the dirt and stains out of our clothes. She even sewn were it was ripped on my dress. My brother really didn’t care how he looked or what my cousins thought of him. He was just looking forward to what food they bought with them

As for me, I started to panic. I was going around looking for panties. I had to wear them if we were going swimming. After yesterday when my brother was just staring at me, I didn’t want to swim naked. Mum seen me and asked what the problem was. I told her what it was.

She thought a few minutes and then opened this small cabinet in the corner. It had our baby clothes. She took out one of our diapers. Remember in 1699 they didn’t have pampers so it was cloth. I stared at it when she took it out. Did she expect me to wear a diaper? Then they would laugh at me. I started crying but mum explained that it was up to me. I could swim naked or wear this if I didn’t want to be naked. I lifted my dress and she helped pin the diaper on me.

The picnic went fine. We were with my two cousins. Amy was 13 and Justin was 14. They had beautiful clothes on. I kept staring at my cousin’s dress. The cloth was so nice and clean and it looked soft. The food was also nice. We usually ate the same food every day. We never head cream cakes like the ones that they bought along.

After we ate, they suggested that we should swim. The two boys quickly took off all their clothes. I stared at their things, which later I learnt was a cock. They were so big and looked like they were branches that were just sticking out. Justin seen me staring and laughed saying that I should get ready to swim. I looked at his sister. She already had her dress off. She had these long knickers on as well as a top. So she only looked half naked.
I started to take my dress off. It didn’t mean anything that I didn’t have a top, as I didn’t have any boobs. I was flat as the boys. Luckily the boys were splashing in the water. So I just ran into the water, looking like an oversized baby with my diaper on. The others seen me run towards the water and they started to laugh. They called me baby and asked if I was wet. I told them of course I was wet as I was in the water. Then they started calling me pissy pants and all that.

After a while, they forgot it, and we had great fun splashing around. But the problems started when I came out of the water. The others were lying in the grass. I was sitting close to Amy that was brushing her hair back. She changed her underwear to some new ones that she bought with her. I felt so bad just lying there and I didn’t have any clothes to change into. I just had my diaper on. It was wet, but I didn’t want to take it off so everyone else could see how young I was. It was difficult. I looked like a baby with a diaper on and I still remembered the way that my brother looked at me yesterday.

Amy was suddenly nice. She told me I could lay my head on her lap. I did that wondering why she was so nice. Maybe rich people have hearts after all. I laid on her lap and she starting combing my hair with her fingers. I felt so much at peace for those few seconds. I always loved someone stroking my hair. I looked up at her and could see her smiling, yet there was something strange about her smile.

“You are very brave,” she said, “To be wearing a little baby’s diaper today. I think little baby needs something to drink.”

Then she raised my head to her boob. I couldn’t explain that I had no panties then she would just laugh. My mouth was against her boob and instinctively I started sucking her boob. Of course I didn’t get any milk, but it was so nice and soft. I just closed my eyes and pretended that no one could see me. Of course it must have been a ridiculous site to see, me a big girl with a diaper on and sucking my cousin’s boobs. I could feel my face going red as I thought about this and I thought she was doing this just to humiliate me. I pulled me head away because I was not going to be humiliated, no matter how rich she was.
Then she ordered me to suck, saying if I didn’t that she would tell everyone that I was wearing a diaper. I felt so mad and yet I knew that she was such a bad person, that she would tell everyone in town, and they would believe her.

I started sucking her again and felt her tit go in my mouth. I thought she would get tired of this after a while. Her hands started feeling my flat chest and were pinching my nipples. I felt like biting her tits every time she did that, but she was stronger than me, so I just moaned and thought about something else.

Her hands moved down towards my diaper and under it. I was a bit cold down there as it was drying after we have been in the water, so her warm hand seemed to be a new sensation that I never experienced. Then I did something that I shouldn’t have done. I spread my legs and let her hands caress my pussy. I gasped and groaned as it felt so weird and I admit it was nice.

Then she laughed and told the others to look, “Look at her, she’s a baby and a lesbian.

She she likes when she sucks my boob and my hand is touching her pussy in her diaper. She is just like a baby. No boobs or no hair”

“Wow. I bet that she is not just a lez, I bet she is a slut,” Justin said. He came and sat down next to me. He was obviously interested in what his sister was doing, because he took my diaper off and started joining his sister in rubbing my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but he just spread them.

Things didn’t get better when my brother came over and started pushing his finger in my pussy while the other two were feeling my chest and even my bum. I was crying, thinking that this game has gone far enough. It was time to stop. It hurt when his long finger was going in and out of my pussy. I didn’t even know why they were doing this.
Then I saw Justin stand behind me. He was naked. I looked up and seen his cock. It was awkward, because I was lying over Amy’s lap on my back. Then he told me told kneel on my hands and knees. I did this straight away thinking that it would stop my brother from sticking his finger in and out of my pussy.

When I moved myself on my hands and knees, looking like some dog, his dick was pointing towards my mouth. He pushed it forward and it charged in my mouth. I felt like he was going to kill me, so the tears were running down my face. He started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt my cheeks spread every time he done it. The tears continued to flow out, as I was confused and didn’t know what was happening. Did this mean I was a slut, and why was he saying that I was a good cocksucker?

Just as I was getting used to his big cock in my mouth, I had a pain in my pussy that I never experienced before. It felt like it was being split op by a knife and that it was exploded. I pulled my head back and looked back and seen my brother there. It was hard to see what he was doing, but I guessed that his cock was in my pussy. Once again I was confused, why was he putting it in me? He used it to pee. Now he was using it to jab my pussy. I thought I would faint or even die, but Justin took me by my hair and forced his cock in my mouth. I don’t remember how I survived, or what was going through my mind. I don’t know how or why I was letting the boys do this. I was in another world. I remember blackness, pain and them calling me slut and cocksucker. I was aware of things again when I felt Justin shoot his white stuff in my mouth. I was choking and coughing when I felt my brother squirt in my pussy.

They were quiet. I knew from that day that my life would never be the same again.

On the way home my brother said nothing. I was hoping that he was feeling guilty about fucking me, as he called it. I could see that he wasn’t that upset. Maybe he thought everything was my fault

When I came home, Mum wanted to hear all the details. I don’t think that Dad really cared; he was just tired after a long day’s work. Maybe he was thinking of the days when he could be at the river and just take a day off fishing.

We didn’t say much except that water was a bit cold but the food tasted great.

Then Mum said she would help me take the diaper off. I raised my dress. When she took it off, I lowered my dress and could see that there were tears in her eyes. She told me to sit on my bed and then took my brothers arm and marched out the door with my diaper. I was so worried. Did I pee in them or something? Why was she crying? Where did she go?

After an hour she came in and told my Dad to come out. I was left alone in the cottage. I could hear some crying and shouting outside. Why were they fighting outside, they usually fought inside. I felt so alone in the cottage.

Then they came in. Mum sat on her chair and Dad told me to stand up in front of him. My brother was standing in the corner. Suddenly he took my dress and lifted it over my shoulder. I stood there naked not saying anything or doing anything. Once again I was confused.

“So it’s true” My father said, “You let me take of your dress and you are standing here naked without any shame. Are you a slut?”

“I – I- I don’t know.” I said starting to shake

“I will ask again, are you a slut?”

“I don’t even know what a slut is.”

“Your mother has seen blood in your diaper. This means that you have been a slut. Your Mum has been over at your cousin’s house and we heard what happened today. You acted like a baby and starting sucking your cousin’s tits, do you like being a baby?”

“I didn’t mean to she just lifted my head-“

“Shut up. I know what you did. Your cousins and brother told mum. After that you opened your pussy to them and sucked their cocks. This is what a slut does. So I ask you once more, are you a slut?”

I didn’t answer and then Dad pushed me down to my knees and once again I seen this cock before my mouth. I leaned my head forward and started kissing the top of his dick. I honestly didn’t know what he wanted me to do, maybe if I did this, and then he would not spank me.

His cock smelled as I started kissing it, and it was very big, much bigger than my cousins and brothers. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to see how my mother was looking at me or look at the cock as it went more and more in my mouth. I starting sucking it, thinking that if I did a good job, he would forgive me and then we can get back to our normal life. I think he liked it as he clenched the back of my head and held my head in against his cock. Sometimes he pushed so far forward that it went all the way down my throat. This really hurt and I could not breathe.

Once again tears went out of my eyes and I was going to die with a cock down my throat. It took a lot more time that it did with my cousin, and my mouth was getting tired and I was getting bored, but I could hear that Dad was getting more excited and he was breathing harder. He warned me that he was about to cum, and that I was to swallow it all. I had my mouth open and put my tongue out and then his cum exploded into my mouth. I felt like I was going to vomit, but I closed my eyes and tried to swallow it. The problem was as soon as I swallowed some, he squirted more out. The good thing about this was that I was getting used to the taste.

Then he rose me to my feet again and showed my mum the cum that was coming out of my mouth.

“It’s true, I put your daughter on her knees and without telling her, she opened her whore mouth and sucked my cock like she was the devil herself. Now we know. You are a slut. You have no respect for Gods laws or God. Your body is just the devils toy that leads men astray. Now I ask you again and you cannot lie as you have shown your true colors. Are you a slut?”

I looked at Mum while I was whipping the cum from my mouth. Then I looked at my brother and remembered what he did to me. I didn’t ask him to do it. I was so confused. Why was it my fault?

“I – I am a slut”

The days after were dark and confusing. I was being called Slut and whore and made felt like a demon. I thought and thought about it, was it a sin that I seduced my Dad and my brother and cousin? Was it wrong of me? This question went through my head again and again. The way that they looked at me convinced me that I was right.

At night my dad would feel my pussy with his fingers while he smoked his pipe.

Sometimes he or my brother would fuck me. It was at these times I just stared in the fireplace, tried not to moan or show I liked it and just waited until it was over.

I think my cousins told everyone, because all the other children looked at me funny and asked if I was wearing my diaper. Then some rude boys would lift my dress and see my pussy. Some would finger it and ask was it better than a cock or would I prefer it in my mouth. They all thought I was the town slut.

One night when I was at home, Dad had one of their friends there. He was black. I don’t even know why dad was his friend.  They were drinking a keg of beer. They were talking about farming and if it would rain to early or too late. I sat down by my dad’s legs like a little puppy.

Then the man said that he heard I was a slut and everyone was saying it. Dad told him to ask me, not him.

“So are you a slut little girl”?

“I don’t know”

“Well you like men’s cocks in your cunt and your mouth”

“It hurts a bit but not so much anymore, sir”

“That’s not what I heard, your legs and mouth open wide every time you see a cock and when a cock is in you, you beg for them not to stop”

“I don’t mean to, sir”

“Well some girls are just sluts and whores.”

Then he asked my Dad if I was a whore. My Dad said to give him some coins and we could find out if this is true. So the man gave my dad some money and took out his cock. It was so big and so black. I couldn’t believe how black it is.

I walked over to him and stood before him. He pulled the dress over my head and started looking at my body. His big black hands started going over my shoulders and through my hair. He was telling my Dad I had lovely hair and my body was so sexy. Then he put me on his knee while he leaned back so I can sit higher on him.

“You are very sexy little girl, do you know that?”

“Am I? I don’t really know what it means.”

“You know what you are sitting on, don’t you”

“Yes….you.”

“And what can you feel?”

“Your cock. It’s all hard and warm”

“Wow the slut even calls it a cock. Do you know why it’s hard?”

“No sir”

“Because you are seducing it! You want me to fuck you. You want to feel my black cock deep in your little cunt. You know I paid your father for it, so you want it to happen so that you are a whore for Dad.”

“If it makes daddy happy.”

He turned me around while I was facing him and without any hesitation plunged his cock in me. I was used to other cocks by now, so this one should not have mattered, but it was far bigger than the others. I screamed as it entered me and by looking at the smile on his face, he didn’t care. He just plunged it in and out. I didn’t really understand what a whore was or what a slut was, or why this was a sin, as it made my body feel nice
My father couldn’t take it anymore, he started wanking his cock as he stood and watched his daughter get fucked. He could see the cock touch put an outwards dent in my stomach every time the cock went in.

I was moaning and groaning and crying. I was getting used to the cock and fucking and tried to concentrate on the nice feelings that I received from it. It didn’t take so long before the black man’s cum filled my womb. I heard myself begging for more
I was about to get off his lap and go to my Mum, when the black man held me in place; He said He wanted to stay knotted in me. Of course I did not understand what that meant.

Dad came over and stood beside him and me, and said I had another hole. Then he aimed his cock towards my mouth. I knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth and let it in. I licked the tops and then the sides. I was now used to when it went too far in my throat and learned how to breathe. I also moaned a bit because I knew that made him excited and that he would be finished sooner. After a while, he came in my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to swallow it all.

The next few weeks, Dad often had a friend home. It would always be the same. I would give them a blowjob or they would fuck me. Sometimes he had more than one friend over. It was always sex. I would end naked in a corner. If I tried to get Mum to console me, she would just say to rest in my corner.
I was so sad and confused. Everyone was saying I was a slut and a whore. They said that I seduced men and liked being fucked and a cocksucker. I felt like an animal or toy

One day two of the mayor’s guards came to my door. They were really soldiers that made sure that no one did anything bad in town. I was afraid thinking they would take my Dad away.

They told my parents that I was to be questioned by the priest. Mum started to cry and asked why. They said that I was a witch. I thought witches were old women that cast spells on others. Then Mum took me by my shoulder to the jail and told the guards that she knew it all the time that I was a witch and to take me away and see if I was a witch.

I was locked away in the town jail, which was really a hole in the ground; they would throw down food at me and call me names, like the witch slut. I was so afraid. I thought I would be there for the rest of my life. The only thing that consoled me was that I did not have to have sex.

Then the trial came. They changed my dress so it was sleeveless and one side always fell down so they could see one of my nipples. The dress was very short. If I sat or bent down, everyone could see my ass and pussy. I felt embarrassed with this dress and thought the whole trial was stupid. If I were really a witch, I would just click my fingers and change it to a princess dress.

The priest started

“Gentlemen….. The devil is among us and we have to guard ourselves against the devil or he will corrupt our town and us. It is up to us to cleanse the devil and his servants from our town.

This girl might only be ten. But she is a slut and she is a whore. She is the devils servant where she seduces and fishes men to have sex with her. By seducing men’s cocks in her mouth or cunt, she is damaging their soul.

I ask you to look at your children. Which of them would lust after a man’s cock? Which of them would want men’s sperm in their mouths or cunts? This is not normal for a 10 year old, unless she is a witch for the devil.

Slut witch, so you cannot see who is testifying against you, you are to sit under the table just before me.”

I wanted to hear who was calling me a witch. I didn’t love the devil. I adored Jesus. I crawled under the table and knelt in front of the priest. His cock was out. I thought that was strange. He was wanking it a small bit while my cousin and Dad and brothers and all the others told what I did to them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was making the priest horny.

He lifted his legs and put them around my back. Then he forced me closer and closer to him. I thought maybe he wanted me to suck him so he would let me go home. So I just started kissing the tip of his cock, and tried to stick my tongue in his pee slit. I could feel him jump a bit and then put his hand around my hair. I heard him ask someone then if my hair was unusually nice for a child to have. I just continued working my mouth down his cock and using every trick I had learned. Making sure it went deeper and deeper in my throat. His cock was now thumping as he felt what my mouth to offer. I don’t think he ever heard what the others were saying. I didn’t mind. I was thinking that it would save my life.

At the end he came in my mouth like they all do. But I never seen anyone came as much as him. I tried to swallow it, but most of it went down my chin.

Before I knew it he raised me to my legs and everyone stood there looking at his cum dripping from my mouth. They all looked shocked, Even though I could see tents in some of their pants.

“This is proof that this girl is indeed a witch for the devil. She could not just sit quietly and wait to people had their say. Her devil cock-sucking lips attacked my cock so the devil in her could taste holy sperm. This is the proof we needed, but if there are any in doubt, I will present to you the proof that she is a cock loving witch.”

Before I could say anything he led me to the front of the table before where everyone sat. He told me to kneel on the floor like a dog. I was afraid that everyone would see my pussy. I knew they could. Then there was silence and I heard this tip tap tip tap across the floor.

I groaned loudly as I felt something lick my pussy and ass. It continued licking my pussy, trying to get its tongue deep in my pussy. It felt much better than anything else I experienced and I moaned and whispered for more. The priest asked me did I like it. I admitted that I did. Then he told everyone I was a bitch

Then I felt this thing crawl on me. I looked over my shoulder and could see it was a dog. I cried and begged for them to take the dog away, but the priest just teased me and said I liked it.

It didn’t take long before the dog’s cock found my pussy. It was not as fat as other cocks I tried, but he was so fast. I could hardly keep on my hands and knees because he was so aggressive fucking me. I cried but moaned at the same time. Of course the others thought that I liked the dog fucking me. It hurt but I concentrated once again on what felt nice.

The priest kept asking me did I like the dog’s cock in me. I kept on saying no. He kept on asking why I was letting a dog fuck me. I didn’t know. I was made to. How could I tell the priest this? He kept on asking me if I liked dog’s cock and at last I said yes, the dog came in me.

After the dogs knot was down, I was convicted as a witch.

I could feel the heat. I was being burnt. They were saying I was a witch. It was not my fault? Do you think it was?

Then Peter showed his face and said, “Which hurts more, the fire or the rape you experienced?”

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 the time Tunnel.

I opened my eyes.

I was sitting with a newspaper. It was 1829. I looked down at my body. However this time, I was not a boy or girl. I was myself as a man. That’s good. No rape or sex from pedos.

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 I now was in 1830.
My wife died and I had one son who was thirteen. 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 eleven years old and was a birthday present for my son

Back to Hell – Part 6

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 thirteen. 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 neighbors 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 cock-sucking 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… nine 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.

Back to Hell – Part 7

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 from 1829; I was back in 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 1992.
This strange man was pulling 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.

We were a normal family just months before. The story how we joined The Sacred Church is one that I heard over and over. My parents were very religious. They were not satisfied with the churches they were already members of. They could not feel God there.
One evening they were going for a walk in the park where they met this couple sitting on a bench reading the Bible. This was quite strange.  You expect to be mugged in a park or just walk around. You don’t expect to see two lovebirds discussing the Bible.

My parents of course started talking with this couple and a few months later they were friends. They did everything together, especially prayer meetings. These started with the usual reading from the Bible and listening to a letter from the prophet. After they had fun.  Years later I learnt what this fun was. It was having sex. They were sharing each other’s in what looked like one hungry orgy. This was a great way of getting members in the church.

I mentioned the prophet. He was a man that claimed to hear God’s voice and in that way he knew what God wanted him to do on earth. Like at one time he said it was OK for a man to have 4 wives. Lately he said God changed his mind and said that a man can have seven wives. Everyone adored him. Every time he sent a letter, people were so quiet when it was read up. Sometimes people would faint. People loved him, Even if they never seen him. He was Jesus right hand, and Jesus loved the prophet more than anyone.
My parents became a member of the Sacred Church. I just turned nine years old.

Our lives changed. We no longer owned our own house; sometimes people would share our house. The House always smelled funny. Many years later I found out that this was because they would be smoking weed so they would feel closer to God.

Anything that my parents owned would have to be given to the prophet. We would be given drugs and food so we can survive. That meant my parents could concentrate more and more on entertaining weird people that were staying at our house.

I was not totally a full believer. It was at times embarrassing being in the Sacred Church. As my parents did not have money for anything and everything was given to us that also meant my clothes. They were all girls’ clothes, but the prophet explained that even Jesus wore what we would consider a dress today, so it was fine if boys wore girl clothes. So at the tender age of nearly 9, I was told to wear dresses and panties. My hair was getting long.

Thankfully, I did not have to go to an ordinary school. The sacred Church educated all the children. To be honest, I wondered how this school was ever approved. We had special lessons about the Prophets teachings and what he said to us.

The day came when we finally met the prophet. He suddenly came to our church. He gave a fiery speech about hell and what it was like to be in Hell. He also explained that the only way we could get into heaven was to get people to join the Sacred Church. We needed as many followers as we could to make heaven a paradise.

Then he asked all the children to come up so he could bless them. This reminded me of the politicians that kissed babies so they looked good. The blessing was easy; he placed a hand on our head and said may God and the prophet bless us.

When I came up to be blessed, he stopped a looked closely at me. He asked if I was a boy or girl.

I said boy

Then he said that he liked my white dress, I truly looked like a bride of Christ. I was about to ask him how a boy could be a bride of Christ when he blessed me. Then I rose and was about to return to my place when he said I could sit on his lap for the rest of the service. This must have made my parents very proud, as they did not complain.

I sat on his lap, and then he fixed my dress so that my panties were on his cock. I don’t know how he did it, but his cock was out, because I could feel it against my bum.
As the others were praying, he put his hand down my back and started pulling my panties down. It is hard to explain the emotions that I had.

He told me to move back and forth slowly on it. I did this as confused as I was I could feel this hard cock under my ass. It felt so tickly, as if something inside me wanted more to happen. I don’t know what it was, but I just felt like pressing my ass against his dick. At the same time, I knew that this was wrong. It was probably a test from him and I failed. I was now letting this old man abuse my butt and I did not tell him to stop.

I don’t know how he did it, but suddenly I could feel his hand on my ass. At first he just rubbed my ass, and then he started fingering my ass. His finger explored every crevice inside my ass. It’s hard to tell how I felt. I had a living finger up my ass. It was like a little worm trying to find a home. There were some sensations that I never had before. Deep in my mind, I thought this was wrong. I was sitting with this white fluffy Church dress and this way older man was putting his finger up my ass when everyone was praying or acting holy like they should.

After a while, the prophet raised me up on my feet. Then he stood up and started shaking. Everyone thought that he was in some connection with God. Everyone’s hands were waving in the air praising God. As for me, I thought that he needed a nurse or even doctor, and I was only nine. His shaking continued and he collapsed to the ground. It actually looked like the man was having a child. This show or contact with God went on for about ten minutes. At least no one saw me trying to fix my panties because they were all looking at him.

Then he rose, with sweat on his head and looked very tired.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have just have had an inspiration from God. He has said something that has somewhat shocked me. This young boy here, who at the moment looks like a bride of God, is to be given a special place in the Sacred Church. My dear followers, while I before have said that open sex between pairs is God’s gift, and even between human and animals. The Sacred Church has always been open about love and we do not see it as a sin. I have said is that Children should look sexy but not touched.

There is no place for pedophiles in this church.

That’s what I thought.

Now I have had a revelation. This young boy that looks like a girl is to be my bride. He is to be in a holy relationship, not a homosexual relationship or a pedophile relationship, but a divine relationship.”

I was white as a sheep. How can I be a bride when I am a boy and I was only nine years old?

I just stood there waiting for my mum or dad to say no.

Only a man spoke out of turn asking does the prophet’s revelation tell that it was an adult’s responsibility to teach children about sex. The prophet just nodded.

My parents said nothing.

That night two men that looked like the Mafia came to our door.  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 boy wife.

As the car drove by, I looked out the window. Mum was crying and Dad was in a daze. When you join the Sacred Church, you no longer own your money, your house, your freedom or your children. I think that it was only now that my father realized this.

We finally entered this big house that was hidden in the middle of some forest. The forest looked haunted if you ask me. The house was also big enough for one man.

As I came in, it looked like heaven. The furniture was so nice and everything was so big. I could get lost in here. I started running around pretending I was a plane. The church men came behind me and tried to catch me. But I was a special plane; I could go beneath the chairs and the furniture.

They did catch me at the end. Then they lead me up to a big bedroom. The bed was in a shape of a heart. I never felt something that was so soft. It was all pink and red and there must have been a thousand candles lit in the room. Over the bed was a picture of the prophet. He was smiling on the picture. That smile made me afraid.

One of the two men told me to take my clothes off. I shook my head refusing. Why should I? They stole me from my parents. Then they held me down and stripped me naked. I was shaking. Not just because I was cold, but I was afraid they would beat me.\

One man held my hand down and took out a black wallet. He took out a needle. I hate needles and I tried to fight, but to no avail. They held me down and put the needle in my hands.

Then the men let go of me, and I decided just to lie there. Realizing the sheets below me was so soft and nice. I just sang a song while I waved my hands against them, you know like when you make an angel in the snow. I looked up at the ceiling and could see these pink bubbles like things floating across the room. I tried to reach for them but I couldn’t.

This shadow was sitting next to me. He was totally dark. I tried finding my eyes to rub them, but my hands were and heavy. It was the prophet

“You have a pink bubble on your shoulder” I laughed

“I see that you have had a shot”

“Yes those bad men gave me a shot. The needle hurt”

“Well you should be happy they have. You will be getting them quite often. They are so you can relax and in time believe what I say. I might as well tell you now, as you most likely won’t remember it. You will be brainwashed to being the Sacred Churches boy whore and you will like it.”

The words kept going through my head and suddenly the pink bubbles where no longer fun. They looked like pink tears.

When I was thinking about that he lowered me to my knees. I was looking at his cock that was smaller than dads but quite fat. I just stood at it watching the pink tears floating around it. Without thinking, I wanted to see what a pink tear felt like. I tried to catch one, but forgot if I wanted to taste a pink tear, that his cock would go in my mouth. I tried to take my mouth out but the prophet just kept it there. His cock was a prisoner in my mouth. He started moving my head back and forth, while he called me names like boy whore and cocksucker. I didn’t want to be any of these, but every time I moved my head back, he just slammed it in. Then I could feel the hot sausage like thing. As I moved my tongue around it, I could feel its skin and bones and how warm it was. Why was he doing this to me?

After what seemed like a lifetime of being a cocksucker, he squirted his white stuff in my mouth. I don’t care who thinks it’s nice, it was gross, and I was doing my best to spit it out.

After I did this, he was very silent. I thought that I must have done it bad.
I looked at him resting on the bed and asked, “Does this mean I am your bride”

“Everyone else will think that. In reality you are my boy whore, my sex toy, something that I desire”

He went to sleep

I missed my parents

The next few months at the prophets were something that I experienced, and yet it was like a film. Every morning he would drug me. Then he would ask questions, like “Are you a faggot? Are you a cocksucker? Are you a boy whore? Is your body for the Sacred Church”?

At the start I would not answer these questions, but slowly I started answering them. Maybe it was because I was starting to believe it all. I mean the truth was there. My mouth sucked the prophet several times a day and the police that he wanted to blackmail. This was a special job I got.

The police were becoming concerned about the Sacred Church and started stooping around. I was told to go out and suck the sheriff. I didn’t ask why, I just knew that I was a cocksucker; I mean who else would have done it.

So I put some panties that had pictures of blue flowers in the front. I figured that this would have turned on the sheriff. What I didn’t know was the he was no pedophile.

I walked up to him, and he looked at me. He tried to walk around me but I kept blocking him.

“What do you want boy”

“I want to show you something in the shed.” We walked in the shed. What the idiot did not know is that is where the prophet has set up a hidden camera

“Do you know,” He started, “That you are wearing girl panties”

“Are they? How could they be girl’s panties when I am wearing them?”

“Because this cult wants all boys to be sissies”

“Why?”

“Maybe they want you to act like girls and satisfy men. Tell me boy, do they ever make you do something that you don’t want to?”

“Do you like my body”?

“I-I think you could wear more clothes. Now answer my question, do they sexually abuse you”

“It’s too warm to wear clothes. I don’t suck any cocks here if that’s what you are saying, but I would suck yours.”

“You faggot! I do not want any ten year old sucking me”

“Are you sure?”

With that I started feeling his cock. The man was totally breathing hard and looking at the roof saying to himself that he could not believe what he was doing.

Then it was like all the common sense that he had left him. He placed me on the table and yanked the panties off of me. The smile was wiped off my face because I didn’t know what he was doing. I was just going to give him a blowjob, and this has nothing to do with a blowjob.

He raised my legs over his shoulder while he was shouting that if you want to be a faggot sissy then I will treat you like one. He told me that I had a pussy, and then he thrust his cock in my hole. I screamed. It was like I was going to tear apart. He was thrusting his cock in and out, saying that I was now his bitch and he would be breeding me. One thing is having a cock in your mouth, but having it in your ass is a different matter. There was a smudge of oil on the wall, and I started at that. Experience showed me that at some stage, he would blow his come in me. He did that.

The door burst open. It was the prophet. He shot the sheriff shouting that my virgin boy pussy was made for him. The Sheriff ended in a pool of blood. He was dead. I didn’t have the energy to scream.

He dragged me out of the shed. I saw these military jeeps leave. There were so many of them.

The Prophet led me up to his house. It was the houses in the compound. You could see the jeeps arrive at each house and then open fire on the members of the church.

“This is your fault.” He said to me, “You were only to give him a blow job so we could blackmail him. Not seduce him totally. Now we have killed a sheriff and within hours, the whole FBI will be here. I have sent my men out to kill all our members. We will not let the FBI destroy our souls. Today 800 members have been killed. Our paradise will be in heaven.”

He turned on a surveillance TV. I saw that on the screen my family being slaughtered.
Then He told me in ten seconds, the whole house would explode, along with him and me. He will see me in heaven.

He was right. 868 people were murdered, we were killed in an explosion, but our paradise was in hell. Because St Peter has given me these experiences through time, I knew that my time in hell would be agony. I knew I was going to repent a lot.

THE END