Right thinking white women of impeccable breeding, education, and money were chosen by Jesus Christ to direct the lesser peoples into doing what was best for everyone. White men ruled the business and politics, white women ruled the social and familial order.

I had ran into my niece Kirsten in the mall, and she was all over this dark Hindu boy. He was running his hand under her skirt, openly playing with her in front of the restaurant. It was a disgusting display, even if they took pains to make it deniable enough to keep from getting arrested.

I called my sister Becky to tell her I was coming over to talk to her about her daughter. Becky told me she was away, but that I could come over to talk to Kirsten myself, she was spending the night at home studying.

I used my key to let myself in, and found Kirsten on her knees, not before god, but before Arjun, worshiping him with her mouth like somehow this whorish performance was holy not harlotry.

I ran in and pulled her face off, slapping her.

"How dare you debase yourself with this WOG, as if you would allow his Hindu seed to enter your pure white body! You kneel before Christ, not before some foreign heathen."

It never occurred to me that she would turn on me. I mean, she was the liberal one, the "black lives matter" protester. The hippy peace girl. She wasn't supposed to hit back.

She moved like a snake and had me pinned in an arch chest up as she bent me backwards helpless like a bow.

"You racist twat. You think I debase myself by taking Hindu seed in my mouth? I am honored to take it in my womb, in my mouth, and my only true baptism is when Arjun sprayed me with his blessed seed to mark me as his property. Once you feel the divine touch of his hands, his tongue, and by the thousand names of god, the power of his holy uncut Hindu cock, you will beg for his piss let alone his seed"

I tried to fight her, but as I was helpless, Arjun leaned down and looked into my eyes, and told me simply.

"Your god made you dead inside, so you strike out at any who show a love for life, but your niece has asked me to heal you. I will bring your body back to life, and teach you how to give thanks properly"

His eyes were so soft, like twin pools of whirling darkness my rage drowned in. His kiss drew a squeak from me, but soon I was panting into his mouth and didn't notice when Kirsten let go my arms to begin unbuttoning my blouse.

When he bit my nipples and left his marks in them, I came in my panties. He drew three more orgasms from me with his fingers before he let me beg for his Lund, his huge Hindu cock. Hooded like a cobra, an uncircumcised serpent from the garden of eden, once he stretched my poor married pussy to take the hot throbbing length into me I knew I would do anything to feel its touch again.

He fucked me until I was unable to think, to speak, to do anything beyond make small animal noises, but he would not cum. I wanted it, to feel his seed in my fertile white womb, I NEEDED IT.

Kristen slapped me, and told me I was not worthy of his seed, but if I begged, he might grace me with his cock's lesser gift. If I proved I honored that gift with love and devotion, he might pass me around to his Hindu friends to see if they might bless me with Hindu seed.

Now every day I kneel after work in my best clothes, and drink his piss. Then I watch him fuck my niece in every hole. I get to kiss her mouth, suck her pussy, and even eat her ass if I wan‘t even a second hand taste of Hindu cum, but if I keep pleasing master Arjun, he will give me to his Hindu friends.

I have learned my Christian duty. I will be a good whore for Hindu men, or a good toilet. Whatever they choose to bless my unworthy Christian racist self with.