Location: American South during a time when slavery was still legal

Actors: Bill (at ages 15, 22 and 42), Esther (34), Sarah (19) and Rebecca (16)

This story is divided into three scenes, each taking place during a specific point in Bill’s life.

Scene 1: A room at a local inn (Bill is 15, Esther is 34)

The room was small and sparsely lit by two candles, one attached to the wall and one standing on a small table in the middle of the room. The wooden interior reminded him of his own room at home, only a bit shabbier, cleaned less often. To the far end from the door was a bed of standard size with commonplace linens. However, besides the bed stood that which made his body tremble and his mind go numb. Beside the bed stood Esther, the slave women who was going to make him a man, wrapped only in a thin white common sheet.

 This whole situation was his father’s design. William Smith Sr. was a man of principles, firm but gentle and fair in his dealings with all things in life. He had always taught his son to show proper respect to all slaves but similarly to teach them about their proper roles and what they were obliged to do for their masters. It was the natural way of life that slave women should spread their legs for their proper owners. Every person had his or her place as God intended for them. William Smith Sr. was a strongly religious person and as such he was not going to let his son be with any of the slaves that he had already been with himself, for God did not look with favor upon such relations. Instead his father had made a deal with Mr. Edwards, who owned a farm closer to town, that in exchange for his son spending a night with one of his slaves, Mr. Edwards could spend a night with one from the Smith estate. Mr. Edwards had recommended Esther, whom he had said was not likely to object and who, unlike so many of the other slaves, was not only properly submissive but also seemed to take more pleasure than most of them from what was done to her. Even better, Esther was new with child. Although whether the child was her husbands or her master was unknown, this would at least spare Bill from the possible hazards of producing a bastard slave child so early in his life.

As he closed the door behind him his eyes met Esther’s, and there was something warm in them that he could not explain. It was as if her eyes could see his nervousness and she smiled hesitantly towards him. Though there was something about her that made him feel safe in this queer situation, his body still betrayed him and he could not even put one foot in front of the other and walk towards her. She soon must have realized his condition, for she approached him gracefully, still barely covering herself with the sheet.

“Does young master want to see me?” she asked gently. All he could must was a slow nod.

Esther let the sheet drop to the floor. Beneath it Bill saw the most beautiful, and most terrifying, sight of his life. The skin was not as dark as slaves could be, nor as bright, but a rather much like the brownies that he loved so much when he was younger. The breasts were ample and just looking at them was enough to make him feel all warm inside. She stood so close to him that he could hardly see between her legs, jet the little piece of hair that he could see terrified him at the though that it was there that he had to go, in under that bush was hidden pleasure, manhood and his fathers approval. And yet he was scared. As much as his body urged him to become hard, his member still hung loose as a worm between his legs.

“Maybe young master wants me to remove his cloths?” asked, and he could hear the faintest hint of teasing in her voice. He only nodded in reply and let her strip him of his garments. The shirt went off quickly enough he knew that he was fairly athletic in his shapes, so he had no regrets for showing her that part of himself. However, when she started to undo his pants he was gripped by a sudden panic. What would she do when she saw that he was not hard for her. Was she the kind of slave who dared to laugh her master in the face, or cry because she thought he did not find her attractive, or worse, pity him for his inabilities?

However, as his trousers fell to the floor, Esther did not laugh, or cry, or look at him with pity. Instead she made a devious grin and looked up at him.

“Maybe young master needs to feel a women’s body and embrace to lift his spirits?” she asked now with such teasing in her voice that even the most simple-minded child would understand it. She did not wait for a reply but pressed herself against him as she gave him a strong but sensitive hug, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples touching just under his. Mentally his anxiety was giving away to a lust that he had never felt before. Jet his body still betrayed him.

Planting a seductive kiss on his neck, Esther sucked his skin gently. He took not tell why but it felt heavenly as she did it.

“Is it so that young master is a romantic man? Is it that you want my tongue in you to give me what I want?” Before he knew it, her lips had merged with hers and her tongue was circling his in a motion that was even more enticing than her sucking on his neck. While he felt a little sting of humiliation at being teased so brazenly by a slave, this was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced and he was grateful that she was leading the way. His member even started to awaken, getting some small involuntary spasms pressed against her hairy mound.

“Young masters cook is getting ready. I think I will take my mouth somewhere else” Esther said seductively after parting her lips from his. Kneeling on the floor she grabbed his penis with one hand and gave it a light kiss with her mouth. He could feel his member swell by the second now and soon Esthers kisses had been transformed into her taking his the edge of him in her mouth until soon she ad let go of her hand and was taking him completely I her mouth to the point where he could feel the point of his now fully erect shaft bounce against the wall of her mouth. Without slowing her pace she took his hands and placed them on the curly hair on the back of her head as she motioned her to push her head deeper upon his cook. As she took of her hands he continued the motion, but never harder than she had done. All of a sudden he felt her hands on his bum, motioning him to push himself harder into her mother at the same time as his hands pressed her mouth deeper onto him. She never let go of his ass but continued to increase the intensity of her thrusts until he felt like his shaft penetrated something in her throat. He did not know what he had done but it felt so incredible that he could no longer hold of the rush that he felt inside. Pumping her harder and deeper than ever, he felt something flow through his body and out of him into her throat, along with a feeling of excitement, release and rejoice that he had never before felt.

As Esther withdrew her head from his manhood she gurgled, spat and grasped for air, but when her eyes finally meet his her whole face was smiling radiantly.

“Such a load young master has” she said greedily. “But we can’t have this limp her, can we. If myoung master wishes it I will make it hard again” she said, but awaited no reply before starting to lick and strike his flaccid phallus. Although he felt sore, her tongue and hands seemed to work magic and soon he was hard as a rock again.

“Young master is quick to regain his strength” She said seductively. “Now follow me to the bed so you can become a real man within me”

As she dragged him by the hand onto the bed and quickly laid herself out under him and spread her legs he looked into her eyes and knew. He knew that although he was the master and she the slave and he was the man and she the woman, all the power was on her side and he was following her every command without question. He also knew that being so obeying to a slave should make him ashamed, but he couldn’t help but feeling that his very subordination was making the whole experience even more intense. He was her pawn and he liked it. He could also see that she was enjoying it, that the reversal of roles was exciting her. Although he had been with no woman before, he knew she could not fake this, not the glimpse in the eye that betrayed her feelings of power and pleasure.

“Now young master” Esther said in a voice that was situated playfully on the line between begging and demanding, “I want you to take that cook of yours and put it here between my legs”. She guided him in between her hair until the top of his penis was placed at the edge of her entrance. “Enter me young master, I want you inside of me”. He obeyed willingly and by her light moaning he knew that he had done something right. “That is it young master, now go deeper in me. She was slippery and he had no problems following her orders, every little bit feeling better than the last. “Now young master, withdraw and drive in again” He did as she told him and his mind went temporarily blank at the pleasure that the motion was giving him. “That is good young master“ she told him in a voice that was beginning to be interrupted by moans “now do it harder and faster, pump your slave”. And pump he did until soon he could not take it any more and he felt his pressure being released in her as he finally became a man, his seem filling up a woman for the first time.

However, Esther was not finished with him. After yet again stroking and licking him hard she withdrew a bottle that he had not seen in the dim light from the stand besides the bed. As she poured a few drops on his shaft he could smell, even among the many perfumes of their bodies, the familiar scent of oil. As she applied the oil to his manhood he felt it getting increasingly slippery. Kissing him deeply again, she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“Now young master I want you to take me in another of my whole. Once you have tried it you will want to fuck all of your little slaves there”. She turned around atop the bed and got down onto her knees and arms. Only once she took his erect and slippery penis and pointed it at her bum hole did he understand what she meant. He hesitated, but she pressed him harder against her backdoor. “Young master don’t be shy, it will feel good”.

Although feeling slightly repulsed by his actions, he obeyed Esther’s wish and pressed himself into her. It was tighter than anything he had felt before and the moans from her sounded more painful than pleasured. He wanted to stop but she urged him to go on and soon he was doing it all on his own forgetting all things around him at the pleasure that each new stroke, harder and deeper within her bum, was giving him. It took him longer than before, but finally he came for the third time in his life and during that evening and he did so filling her backroom with his eager seed.

After this he thought that he would not be able to muster another erection during that evening. After much play, in which Esther took his flaccid manhood in her mouth and did her magic to it, soon he was hard as he ever was.

“Young master I want you at least one more time” She laid down on her back again. “Please, young master, take me in my wet hole again”. Although her voice was begging, her eyes told him that she knew he would not reject her. And so he obeyed, her hole so slippery that he could get all the way in on the first stroke. This time though he was not coming easily but he pressed on for minutes, under which time Esther’s moans got louder and louder, until she started to talk, or rather shout, to him in a voice that displayed her proud pleasure at dominating this young white boy of a master.

“Pump me young master, pump me hard. Imagine that I am a young little slave girl whom you are giving her first task of a man, making her your slave woman on with your proud manhood. Yes, spill that fertile seed of yours in her ripe little womb. Make yoyr bastard child in her, young master, do it. Do it now!” the last words she screamed in ecstasy as her hole tightened around him and her body spasmed below him. Feeling the tightness of her closed walls he had no choice but to release himself in her, filling her up with a last shot of him man juices.

And so Bill had learnt another lesson in the proper relations between a slave and her master.

Scene 2: A secluded part of the small forest on the Smith’s estate (Bill is 22, Sarah is 19)

He knew he was doing something that was wrong, but Bill did not care. It wasn’t that he was doing it with a slave girl that was wrong, in fact that was what was expected of him. Since he had made his first experience that night at the inn, he had had a enjoyed the pleasures of a few young slave girls, his father graciously letting him have all the girls that came of age on the estate. It was why he did it that was wrong. He was in love with Sarah and he knew that he ought not to be. None of the others that he had been with had enticed him as she did, no one else made his heart pound like here. The others had been dutiful slaves and fairly good in bed, yet none of them stood any chance beside Sarah when it came to his favor.

Business had been going good for the Smith’s the last decade or so and his father had decided to buy some more lands. To cover the needs for more hands to work the new fields they had bought a handful of new slaves and among them where young Sarah. She had known men before, both masters and fellow slaves, but when she had entered the Smith’s service she had been given to Bill and to care for his needs. Sarah was darker skinned than most other slaves and she had a very cute look about her, at least as Bill perceived her, with large full lips and attentive dark eyes. To begin with Bill had made pleasure with her as with any of his other slaves, but he soon learnt that unlike the others, whom he mostly felt did what they did out of duty or else lacked the wit to treat him well, Sarah seemed to genuinely care for how he felt. Although she was no stranger to men she had been a little shy as he first approached her. Yet she had allowed him entrance with a smile and afterwards she had held his hand or even drag his hands around her so that he embraced her from behind. And when she spoke she showed wit like few others. Although she had never gone to school she listened with great interests to his expositions on all matter of subjects that he talked with her about and posing challenging questions back at him. After only a few months he found himself teaching her to read and write, skills that she had taken up fairly quickly. While they still got under the bed sheets as often as previously it seemed they spent more time talking than not. Even the pleasure that she gave was greater than that of other slaves. He found himself doing things to her that he would not do to the others. He kissed her around her whole body, he let her climb on top of him and control their rhythm and he even found a pleasure in exploring her wet area with his tongue. He came more and more to think of it as love making and, different from the more instrumental acts that he enjoyed with the other slaves. And love was indeed the feeling that was growing in him and he knew that it was wrong.

He was supposed to reserve his love for a proper white woman whom could become his future wife and give him lawful offspring, heirs to the estate that his father would leave him as the oldest, and only, trueborn son. Yet the young white ladies whom had been presented to him had all fallen into one of two categories. Either they were a bit cute but shy to the point where he could hardly make out if they even had the gift of speech or they were snobbish and all too well aware of their high statues in society, speaking as though they had contempt for all and everything below them and showing of their latest fashion garments as though aiming to climb higher on that imaginary ladder. The first group were generally better than the second, for although their silence sometimes intimidated him, at least he was not repulsed by their actions. Still he could not imagine spending his life with such lack wits by his side. How could a woman produce good offspring if she could not even convince him that she knew the difference between meat of pork and meat of beef. However, the second group repulsed him and while meeting them he would often dream about giving them over to the firm hands and unhindered lust of the slave men. That might teach them a lesson in humility.

Kissing her down the her throat and onto her boobs, sucking tentatively at them as he felt his erection manifest itself between his legs. The birds in the little forest were flying around and singing happily in the afternoon sun. He had laid her down on a soft patch of grass and was making his way down her body with his tongue the way he knew that she liked it. Taking in all the shapes and curves of her body he soon reached his goal, the pot of honey between her legs. As he liked away at her nether lips and sucked on that little knob of hers she started to moan those sweet little moans of pleasure that he found so enticing. The smells and tastes of her made him nearly delirious and yet he had the clarity of mind to withdraw before she started to shake and scream. He wanted the peak of her pleasure to come as his cook was inside her.

Without a sound he placed himself on top of her and directed his spear cautiously inside of her. As he started to thrust himself rhythmically inside her he lowered his lips onto her and kissed her gently, like he should kiss a proper lady, and not in the greedy, uncareful way that one kissed a slave. As his pumping became more intense and he felt his release getting near, he suddenly had a vision. Out of nowhere he suddenly knew that this was it, this was the day when he would father a child. He knew that it was impossible to actually know which of the many times that one deposited ones seed in the womb of a women that that seed would become a child, only God knew that. And yet, as though given clarity by the Father himself, Bill knew that this was the day.

That insight only made him more eager to release his seed within Sarah. He did not know if any of his previous encounters had given him a little bastard and to tell the truth he did not care much. He had not cared much about their mothers, so why would he care about them. However, with Sarah it was different. Yes, the child would still be a bastard, but a loved one. Just before he was about to let go, he leaned in to her ear.

“Give me a child, Sarah” He whispered into her ear. Apparently that was enough for her to reach her peak and her walls closed around his cook just moments before he came with a force he could not remember ever having before. As they caught their breaths they looked each other in the eyes and started to roll around on the soft grass, blissful as only the young couple can be that have just sent their first child into the making.

Nine months later, missing with only a handful of days, Sarah gave birth to a healthy boy. Unfortunately, by that time his mother had gotten ill and he had come to realize that he had a responsibility to marry a proper lady to continue the family. As he did not want his new wife to be jealous of his love for Sarah or the boy, and hence try to harm them in any way, he felt it was safer for the both of them not to be on the estate. He therefore chose to send them off to his aunt, a woman who lived alone in a small cottage further up the state. His aunt had always been a bit of an outsider, especially due to her abolitionist political views. However, he knew that she would treat Sarah and the boy well and, as he would still supply funding for their clothes and food, he knew that they would have all what they needed up there. Still, it was one of the hardest days in his life when he had to say goodbye to Sarah and cuddle the baby the last time. Half of him wanted to go with they, to escape all responsibility, but he knew that could not be. His father had taught him that all men and women had their roles in society and the rich could escape their fates just as little as the poor. And so he saw the carriage carry away his loved one and his son while he did all he could to hold back the tears.

Scene 3: Guestroom in the Smith’s Mansion (Bill is 42, Rebecca is 16)

The day had finally come. Bill had waited for this for a long time. Four year to be more precise. Rebecca had grown up on his farm all her life, but it was not until she was about twelve that he started to notice her as more than just a slave child. By then she had started to develop womanly features, features that had only grown more pronounced as she matured. He had longed wanted her, but decided that she was too young. She was of an age with his own daughter Susie, and he knew that he would never let a man near her at that age. But now he could wait no more. He knew how the male slaves had started to put their eyes onto sweet Rebecca and he knew that he had to be her first, to teach her that her masters needs were always more important than that of her fellow slaves. Besides, his cook bounced everytime she went pass him and he could no longer endure the tension.

As Rebecca stood besides the bed in her servant clothing, shyly looking down at her feet with her dark straight hair covering her face, Bill was reminded of why he liked this particular girl so much. In many ways she was the perfect slave girl. Not only was she excruciatingly beautiful but she also behaved like a proper slave should. She always smiled when she saw her master, she never talked back or tried to refuse an order and she did everything that she did with diligence and care. Not a year ago he had taken her off the fields and put her as a servant for his younger kids, both to take her away from the lusting looks of her the slave men and for him to always have her near, unwittingly teasing him day in and day out. Today he was finally going to have that waiting pay off as he was going to take this young girls ripe cheery.

Standing in the middle of the room, Bill ordered Rebecca to come closer to him. With her head still tilted towards the floor she obeyed him. However, when she stopped about two feet from him he put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her towards him, until her head was so close to him that he would not need to bend as much as an inch to kiss her beautiful hair.

“So your mother has told you about today and what I want you to do?”

Giving a slight bow of her head she uttered a nearly inaudible yes.

“And you have never been with another man before?”

Her no was almost fainter than her previous yes.

“Are you afraid?”

This time there was no answer, only a light sob.

“Oh Rebecca, it is nothing to be afraid of” he said as he embraced her tightly, feeling her breasts squeeze inside her cloths. He had made women of a fair number of slave girls throughout his days and by this time he knew how to handle them. Comforting them in their worries and taking it slowly usually made them easier to mend. He would never let them escape their duties, and for a few of them he needed to use a bit of force to remind them of their place, but usually he found that if he went slow and carefully he would meet little resistance.

“What we are about to is just natural. It is what God intended for us to do. Infact, I will take of your dress, that will be a good first step” he said softly. As he pulled her plain dress over her head and tossing it lightly on the floor he revealed a sight that he had long craved to see. She had no clothing under her dress and her body was just as splendid as he had imagined. She was much lighter in her skin than most slaves. Indeed, any lighter and her color could have been mistaken for a tan. Her breasts were well developed and larger than many women much older than her. Her body was well proportioned, with a slender waist with just that little hint of roundness around her belly and hips that would fill any man with lust. In her figure she was a true woman and today he would make her one in spirit. He let his hands run down the side of her arms as he heard another sob coming from her.

Without a word he took a gentle hold of her chin and pushed her face upwards, her dark hair falling to either side of it and reveiling her tender features, so filled with innocence and tears. Leaning in he softly kissed the tears that were trickling down her cheeks. As he did so she stopped to cry and he knew that this was going good, she was beginning to bend to his will and accept her destiny.

“Now I want you to undress me. It will make you feel better it we are both without our cloths. Take your time” he said as though to calm her. Making the girl feel that she had a little bit of power, that she was able to set the pace sometimes, made them less frightened. As she slowly pulled of his shirt he knew that it worked on her. While being very methodical about undoing all buttons and removing it with great care he could feel her occasionally letting one of her hands drift onto his body, either stroking his skin lightly or resting against him for a brief moment. Her curiosity was showing its face and although it was far from as strong as her fear, it would make her much easier to control.

As she unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor she let out a gasp of shock. She truly has seen no erect manhood before, Bill thought to himself. This will be a true delight, he thought further as he grabbed her hand and put it on his penis, bending her fingers so that they encircled it.

“Feel this” he said, squeezing her hand a little tighter around his shaft. “This is what God gave me to put into you. Tonight I am going to let you feel it and how good it can make you feel. Tonight it will make you a woman for real. Now stroke it gently for me”. Rebecca complied, beginning to strike him with the softest strokes he could remember, however slowly, and probably unwittingly, closing her hand tighter unto him until her grip was quite firm. Still, her strokes were excruciatingly slow and so he took hold of her wrist gently and motioned her to move faster.

Soon he had to tell her to stop, as it was making him feel too god and he knew that although he could get his first erection as easily as when he first began, age had made the second and third much more laboring and he did not want to spend himself so early in the evening. Instead he lead her by the hand onto the bed and sat her down next to him. Then he took a steady hold of her face, pointed her towards him and leaned in to kiss her. As the distance between their lips closed, Bill forced his tongue into Rebecca’s mouth. At first she tried to resist, but soon she gave after and it did not take long for her to move her own tongue delicately around his. Bill smiled inside as he thought of how little resistance this young slave was putting up.

After a long and pleasant session of kisses, Bill figured it was time to go a step further and so he placed Rebecca on his lap, her back towards him and her legs spread over his. He began to lightly grab on to her bobs, fondling them carefully as he gave sensitive kisses around her neck. Then, as he pinched her nipples between his fingers he heard her first sweet moans. Encouraged, and filled with lust beyond belief, he tiled her to the left, bent himself down and took her nipple in his mouth. It felt so good introducing this girl to the pleasures of her own body, gaining more and more control over her as he introduced her to feelings that were unknown to her. He did not care whether the pleasures were voluntary or not, she moaned all the same and the pleasure would hinder her from making any further resistance. He had done this before and he knew the signs.

After letting his tongue pleasure her nipples for a good while, occasionally adding a little sucking to increase the effect, he let go of her breast and straightened both of them up. Then he put two of his fingers on his right hand together and pushed them to her lips.

“Open your mouth and lick my fingers. I want you to make them as wet as you can” Bill whispered encouragingly in Rebecca’s ear. She obeyed with an enthusiasm that told him that he had soon broken any resistance she might have had. Indeed, from the way she was handling her tongue on his fingers he knew that her mouth would be useful for other tasks. However, soon he found that his finger were sufficiently wet. He withdrew them and replaced them directly with his tongue while wasting no time before putting his fingers down at her opening. Kissing her deeply he started to gently rub her down there, taking care to only touch her sensitive bud slightly at first. He found that he own fluids had already started to come out and she responded well to his treatment so he began to rub her more and more intensely. He loved to give pleasure to his slaves with his hands. Some of them wanted it, submitting willingly to his fingers and fervently moaning and screaming as he brought them to the edge. Others resented it, feeling violated and ashamed of their inabilities to resist the pleasure as their bodies betrayed them. He could not tell which he liked best.

He detached his mouth from hers and placed it again around her right nipple, both so he could hear her moans better and so he could give her more stimulation. He then shifted his hand into the position that usually was able to bring most girls and women over the edge, placing his palm over her knob as he folded two fingers inside her hole, pressing them up against his palm. Rubbing her this way did, as he had expected, make even more of an effect judging by her moans, which were soon accompanied by screams. Biting and sucking hard on her nipple he soon heard her scream out uncontrollably and felt her body being rocked by involuntary shakings. By the strength of her orgasm and the total lack of any attempt to hide it, Bill knew that Rebecca was his, that he had now broken her so that she would never deny him any pleasures, whatever acts they might entitle.

“Did that feel good?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes master, it felt very good” she said as she draw breath.

“And now you will make master feel as good?” he asked rhetorically.

“Yes master, I will” she replied and the obedience glimmered in her brown eyes.

With her submissiveness established there was less need for Bill to be gentle. Therefore he wasted little time in laying her down on the bed and, although she would have done it willingly had he asked her, spreading her legs with a fair bit of force. Laying himself on top of her with the top of his shaft buried in the little bush of hers, he looked into her eyes and although he could sense a bit of fear in her she put on a brave smile for her master and although cautious, her eyes begged him to take her. He was eager to grant her that request.

“Now I will make you a woman. It might hurt a bit at first, but you will take it like a brave little slave. Both girls and women feel pain, but only a girl would let that hinder her from giving her master pleasure. Endure the pain and it will soon feel better”. With those words, Bill thrust his cook inside Rebecca. The first thrust hit the barrier but did not brake it. Therefore he made sure to pump even hard the second time and that did the job. She screamed out and this time her screams were in pain and not in ecstasy. This did not stop Bill from pumping her with thrust after thrust and soon her screams turned into moans mixing both pain and pleasure. Without giving her any warning as his pleasure reached its maximum he let his potent liquid flow over in her young womb.

“You are a woman now” he whispered gently in her ear before grabbing her unnecessarily hard by the back of her head and drawing her in to a passionate kiss. He let his manhood remain in her body as he kissed her for minute after minute. Slowly but surely he was able to regain his strength and as he did so he gently started to pump her again. Looking into her eyes he saw joy and anticipation. Rebecca’s figure and assets, along with her rightful and willful obedience promised to make her one of his favorite slaves even.

“I am going to take you once again tonight and many times after this. This is what good intended between a man and a woman, and between a master and his slave. And if it is God’s will that you bear a child by me than I want him to give him ample opportunity to manifest this. That is why I am going to give you more of my seed in your ripe body and do it over and over again until you are with child and thereafter to ensure that the baby is healthy” He did not think that she needed the religious angle to willingly accept him. However, there was something deeply profound about pronouncing that one was doing the Lord’s work as one did it. He had come to appreciate how his father had become such a man of faith.

As he felt himself give his second load of seed to her waiting body, he felt himself hoping that God would grant him many a child with this beautiful and submissive little slave woman.