The Ghost of Hillside Manor

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Title: The Ghost of Hillside Manor

Chapter 1

My name is George Jackson, and the year, I remember clearly, was 1730.

After a bountiful cotton harvest, I built my family's most beautiful new home, Northhill Manor.

Outside, for the future of our family, I constructed a family cemetery, and hundreds of yards away, there was a turquoise lake… a beautiful natural lake, around which I planted pine trees and lush grass like a park. In fact,

I was looking for a nanny to help care for my two children, as well as cook and clean.

I sent Julia and the children ahead to the trading post to buy supplies, while I went to the slave market alone.

After looking it over from beginning to end, I shook my head; I didn't see anything of value.

The first one brought to the auction was a sixteen-year-old black girl with very dark skin.

I noticed severe red welts on the bare back of that tearful girl, some still bleeding, indicating she had just been whipped.

The second to be auctioned was a young Black man in his early twenties, his face weathered by time.

The auction description stated he was an excellent stallion, to be bought and used to mate with female slaves, producing excellent offspring.

When the slave trader laughed and pulled down his shorts, a gasp rippled through the crowd, confirming the description's authenticity.

It was indeed a very impressive reproductive tool!

Perhaps it would be useful to some lonely, resentful women, but in my eyes, it was merely a boring object.

Once I confirmed that the female slaves on the plantation were pregnant, and if it was a girl, everyone on the plantation knew I would be the only one to enjoy her virginity, their blood flowing only on my sheets.

But this wasn't surprising; in the South of that era, which plantation owner didn't do the same?

The last to be auctioned was a Black woman from Cuba, her bulky, barrel-shaped figure repulsive, but judging by her appearance, she would be a good candidate for nanny.

The slave trader ripped off the cloth covering her breasts, and her large, plump breasts bounced and swayed immediately.

Finally, I bought this black maid, who was just what I needed, for the highest price of twenty dollars.

I led her to the carriage and ordered her to sit in the last row.

Not long after, my son Andrew, carrying bags of groceries, returned first. Seeing the trembling black maid sitting in the back seat, he asked curiously,

"Dad, why did you buy this ugly black slave girl?"

I laughed, "Well, I think she could be a good cook. My good son, haven't you always complained about the food at home? Now you can change things up."

"Yes, I... I'm very good at it," the black slave girl answered cautiously, her face filled with fear.

"Very good, I hope so, because I love having someone suck my dick every morning to wake me up. Remember that!"

Hearing my son's words, I burst into laughter. This kid was indeed like his father; at only twelve years old, he already knew how to find amusement.

After visiting the nanny, it was very hot, and my son complained that he couldn't stand it. I took him to the shade of a nearby tree to cool off, telling him stories and teasing him, while the female slave sat alone in the carriage to look after him.

An hour later, Julia and Lisa returned.

"That's wonderful, my dear wife, I bought a nanny for the children too."

"Oh! That seems interesting, let me take a look." Julia glanced at the female slave with disdain.

This female slave was plain-looking and obese; her only asset was her large, plump breasts. I thought my wife wouldn't suspect me of having ulterior motives because of that.

"Daddy, it's so hot, I can't stand it anymore," little Lisa protested weakly under the blazing sun.

"Don't worry, little one, after you get in the carriage, Daddy will hold you and you'll take a nap. You'll be home in a few minutes."

Seeing my noncommittal expression, little Lisa pouted and said, "Daddy, every lady's room should have a mirror."

When a beloved daughter pleads with her loving father, what father wouldn't smile and nod in agreement?

So I gave in to my daughter and promised to help her rearrange her room and lull her to sleep. The family, with smiles on their faces, happily embarked on their journey home.

Henry, a strong black man, was a coachman I liked. Because there were children in the carriage, he slowed down considerably. Along the way, I took the opportunity to admire the countryside scenery.

It was the height of summer, and everything was lush and green, with wildflowers blooming in the fields—it was incredibly beautiful.

And at the very top of the hill was my manor, my precious home.

We entered the estate with the summer breeze blowing, and Henry parked the carriage in front of the house. Surrounded by maids, Julia led the children inside to enjoy the chilled desserts that had been prepared.

"Henry, introduce our new nanny to her work," I said contemptuously. "When I get back, if you do a good job, I'll let you have sex with her, how about that?"

Damn it, I hate these inferior black people!

"Yes, Master Jackson. Hey! You, come with me!" Henry shouted, leading her to the slave quarters. Chapter Two

The next six months went smoothly, and life was ideal.

I heard from Henry that there was a twelve-year-old girl among the slaves who had just started menstruating and was ready to conceive.

The timing was perfect; I was feeling sexually aroused these past few days, with nowhere to release my pent-up desire. So, I excitedly headed to the slave quarters.

Hey! These black people lived like animals.

The filthy environment and the stench made me want to turn around and leave, but I had to resist, constantly reminding myself that I was there to deflower a girl.

Black slaves are not worthy of my bed, not even for a once-in-a-lifetime deflowering. I ordered them to clear out an empty room, lay out clean sheets, and prepare for a young girl's impending loss of virginity.

Henry was ordered to bring her, while I sat on the bed, waiting patiently.

Soon, as I expected, the door opened.

"The girl is here, Master Jackson, and everything else is ready," Henry said respectfully.

"Well done, Henry, you can leave now." I waved Henry away and turned to examine the cute little slave girl.

"Hey! You little bitch, stand in front of me." Under my command, the still-childish girl seemed quite afraid.

"Yes, Master Jackson," she answered softly, her head bowed low.

"What's your name?"

"Marianne... Marian."

"Hmm! Marian, take off your dirty clothes, I'll have Mr. Grant give you a new one later."

"Yes, Master." With trembling hands, Marian slowly untied her belt and removed her thin cotton dress.

As the dress fell to the ground, a tender, youthful body lay naked before me; her developing breasts, like chocolate, were slightly raised, and her hairless vulva bulged as if it had just been steamed.

"Lie down on the bed, spread your legs, and pry open your filthy cunt for me." As I realized I was beginning to get an erection, I commanded in a rough voice.

"Yes, Master," Marian said, suppressing her shame, and slowly parted her dark, moist lips with her fingers.

"Do you know why you're lying here?" I asked deliberately, looking at the terrified young virgin.

"Yes, Master, I'm lying here to be fucked by you!" She stared at the ceiling, stating the truth in a suppressed voice.

My penis swelled with desire, and when the little black slave girl saw my erect genitals, her eyes widened.

"Come here, you little bitch."

"Yes, Master." Marian responded and came to me.

"Kneel down and put my cock in your mouth, suck it properly." I said, deliberately shaking my penis in my hand, showing off its hardness.

Marian didn't dare to say a word and obediently knelt down.

"Suck it obediently, otherwise it will hurt more when I fuck you later, and you'll get a whipping afterwards."

Hearing me say this, she groaned and slowly began to suck.

The rough action of oral sex for the first time had a primal stimulation, and after a few minutes, I felt my lust rising, and immediately pushed her away.

"Lie down on that bed." I commanded.

"Yes, Master." Marian answered timidly, obediently lying on the wooden bed that had been used by countless undeflowered virgins, and voluntarily spread her legs.

"You little bitch, have you ever been fucked by a man before?"

"Really? You'd better bleed in a bit, or you'll regret it."

I climbed onto her body, grasped my hard penis, and guided it to her vulva, to her still dry, tender opening.

Damn! This little bitch is really tight, much tighter than her mother was back then!

Finding it difficult to enter, I simply pulled out my penis and moved it in front of her again.

"Suck it properly, wash it wet, or you won't feel good either."

Feeling the sharp pain between her legs, Marianne quickly put the penis back into her mouth and patiently sucked and licked it.

This time, when I thrust my waist forcefully, the glans immediately embedded itself in the tender opening of her honey hole.

Experiencing the pain of losing her virginity, Marianne's whole face contorted, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. This was what I had to do for these slaves.

Then, I grabbed Marianne's legs, fixing them in place, and thrust my waist forcefully, my thick, long penis plunging in to the hilt.

"Please, Master Jackson, it hurts, it really hurts so much!" Marian groaned in pain, the agony of a newlywed.

"Shut your mouth, you little bitch." A slave had no right to complain. I immediately slapped her, teaching her proper manners.

The movements were intense; my penis thrust rapidly in and out of her newly opened, tender vagina. I lifted her round, beautiful buttocks, pulling her closer for deeper thrusts.

"M-Master," Marian groaned loudly, and amidst her rising and falling groans, my speed increased.

"Oh! Master." The tight, virgin vagina, the unusual pressure, the fleshy walls gripping my penis, sending waves of pleasure through my brain.

Before long, I knew I was about to reach orgasm.

"Bitch, I'm going to scatter my seed inside you. Prepare to receive it!"

"Accept it!" I roared, beginning to ejaculate wildly.

Several ejaculations followed, the semen plentiful and thick.

Taking advantage of the moment before my penis softened after ejaculation, I roughly withdrew it, without warning, pressed the glans against her tender anus, took a deep breath, and thrust in forcefully, deflowering her in one fell swoop.

Amid Marian's cries, I vigorously fucked her small ass until I ejaculated again. Afterwards, I pulled out my penis, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to dress.

I gave a mocking hum, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Henry!" I called to my loyal groom and personal servant.

"Yes, master, what is it?" Henry, who was waiting outside, immediately responded.

"Can you find a young husband for our little bitch Marian?"

"No problem. Master, what do you think of Moss Young?"

"Hmm, bring that young lad to me."

"Yes, sir." Henry said, hurriedly running to find him.

A moment later, Henry brought over a young man.

"How old are you this year?" I asked him.

"Sorry, Master, I don't know," he replied.

This answer wasn't surprising; most of these ignorant black men didn't know their own birthdays or exact ages. Judging from his appearance, he was probably fifteen or sixteen.

I picked up a chair and sat down, ordering, "Mors, take off all your clothes, now!"

Mors initially looked at me, clutching his collar tightly, terrified by the order, but when I moved aside, letting him see the naked female body on the bed behind him, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he began to quickly undress.

Hmm! For a black man, that size was considered small.

"Now, climb onto the bed and, with your black cock, give this little bitch a good fucking," I said to Mors.

"Oh! Yes, Master Jackson, thank you for this honor," Mors replied excitedly. He eagerly climbed onto the bed, spread the girl's legs, and taking advantage of Marian's exhausted sleep, Mors let out a muffled groan and suddenly thrust his penis inside.

This was utterly absurd and laughable!

Seeing these two black men and women fucking so intensely, they looked to me like two cheap, black-furred animals performing basic mating acts.

Leaving the breeding shed, I wandered alone, thinking about the two men's mating, feeling a strange pleasure in mocking a lower race. I pondered this, then burst into loud laughter.

Humming a joyful song, I walked back to the manor alone.

Chapter Three

The house seemed quiet. I walked briskly through the door, still savoring the pleasure of opening that little bitch's asshole.

"Una!" I called the black nanny's name.

No one answered.

"Fuck you, Una, where are you?" I raised my voice angrily.

A moment later, the black nanny appeared in the doorway, furious.

"M-Master, I'm here. What do you need?" Una asked hastily.

"Pour me a glass of iced mint liqueur!" I was a little thirsty after our intense sex session.

"Yes, ma'am." She hurriedly ran inside to pour the liqueur.

"My dear Mr. Jackson, how are you today?" Julia smiled and slowly sat down on the sofa.

"Yes, my dear wife, it's been great! But I'm a little tired now. I just had sex with those black guys, it was disgusting." I said, taking the iced mint liqueur Una handed me.

"Oh, I wish there were some other ways to teach those little girls how to have children for men?" Julia said with a hint of jealousy.

"I can't help it, those black guys' things are too big. I don't want those girls to be bedridden for days, delaying their work in the cotton fields." I gave my usual reason, while downing the ice-cold mint liqueur in one gulp.

"Indeed!" I said, turning my gaze to the window. Not far ahead, the group of black guys were working hard, sweating profusely.

“By the way, Una,” I turned and said, “when was the last time you had a man?”

“Master, that was many years ago.” The black nanny’s voice was tinged with unease, seemingly surprised by our conversation.

“Oh! Is that so? I have no doubt about it!” I said with a sneer.

Julia chuckled beside me as she looked at the nanny’s bloated figure again.

“No, she’s too old. Using her for breeding would just be a waste of a stallion’s sperm.”

“What does it matter? These black guys are just livestock.” Julia’s face showed undisguised disgust.

As we were talking, our daughter Lisa came into the living room and sat down next to her mother.

“Good morning, Mommy, good morning, Daddy.” Little Lisa greeted us and gave each of us a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Good morning to you too!” I smiled.

“Yes! Is there something wrong?”

“So, as far as a stallion is concerned, how did he perform?” Julia asked.

"Ha, it's not my turn to answer, you should ask those mares who've been impregnated!" I laughed, thinking of Henry's busy impregnation and his good fortune with women, and raised my glass to congratulate him.

"Well then, I think you should keep an eye on things, make sure he doesn't have any other women, otherwise his semen will be too thin and it will affect his performance at work," Julia said half-jokingly.

"That's right, my good wife." I nodded vigorously and said seriously, "I'll also be careful not to make my semen too thin, so it won't affect my performance with you."

The two of us were bickering for a moment.

"Daddy, can I go see what mating looks like?" Lisa asked curiously.

My wife and I looked at each other, and finally, Julia said, "Little Lisa, those things are not suitable for a little lady to see."

"But, Mommy, these black men aren't people, they're just livestock!" Lisa said sweetly, mimicking my usual tone.

“They’re livestock, of course, but…” I hesitated for a moment, then said, “I think Henry should be back soon. Lisa, go and bring him here.”

Lisa immediately ran out to find Henry.

“Hmm! I think it’ll be fine. She’s seen horses mating in the stables before, and now it’s just a bunch of black pigs and dogs. I don’t think there’s any difference.”

Wiping away sweat, Julia smiled and said, “Hehe, darling, I love every word you say. You’re always so right.”

After a while, Lisa and Henry came into the house. The former sat back in her usual seat, while the latter came to me with a puzzled look.

“Henry, we’ve decided to promote you and give you a sacred task: help the women of your tribe get pregnant,” I said with a smile.

I felt intensely dissatisfied with this reaction and snorted, “Henry, now stand in the doorway.”

Taking hesitant steps, the young and burly black man slowly walked to the door.

"Take off your trousers!"

Henry looked at me in surprise, glancing at Julia and Lisa, but when he realized I wasn't joking, he finally obeyed.

He unbuttoned them and pulled them down, the tattered trousers sliding down to his ankles, his body completely naked before us.

"Just looking at it isn't enough," Julia said loudly. "Henry, let me see what your erection looks like."

It clearly took a lot of courage; Henry hesitated for a long time before finally grasping his penis with both hands and beginning to rub it.

When the charcoal-like shaft swelled to ten inches, little Lisa looked at him with horror, as if she'd seen a monster.

"Hey! Henry, you've got some skills!" I clapped. "You have a great tool for making a living; you'd better give me some excellent slaves in the future!"

"That makes sense, Henry?"

Seeing Henry standing there naked and motionless, I was furious.

"I'm warning you, Henry, don't forget the pain just because you haven't been whipped in a while. Do it now!"

"Yes, Master." Henry reluctantly agreed and began vigorously rubbing his erect penis.

As he worked diligently, the two women watched with some fear the increasingly large penis.

Finally, Henry let out a painful groan, and thick, white semen gushed powerfully from the charcoal-black glans, a strong and forceful spray that miraculously traveled far, as if in protest, just inches from hitting little Lisa's face.

I said with satisfaction, "Very good, Henry. You'll soon be assigned to a woman to impregnate her."

"Yes, Master, thank you." Henry looked terrified, worried about how he had frightened Lisa earlier.

I certainly wouldn't harm this swift stallion, a commodity with such great commercial potential, over such a trivial matter. I simply said, "Alright, you can go now. Remember to tell the kitchen tonight that you'll have extra lavish meals from now on. Say it was my order."

Henry agreed and quickly left the house, while I called the black nanny back in.

"Una, clean up these things by the door and on the floor."

"Master, if there's nothing else, I'll go prepare dinner."

"That's settled. Oh, and from now on, add extra meat and eggs to Henry's meals to replenish his strength. This is essential for him as a stallion." Having given the orders, I waved the black nanny away and once again turned my gaze to the vast cotton fields bathed in the setting sun outside the window.

I wondered, what kind of woman should I find for Henry to breed with?

He has a magnificent penis and good stamina, so I need to find an equally excellent black woman to mate with in order to produce excellent and obedient slaves!

Chapter Four

That day, while running errands, I happened to pass by the slave barracks, a place I rarely visited. Suddenly, in one of the rooms, I heard a groan.

It was the groaning of a man and woman making love!

I was filled with curiosity and anger. It was work time, and these black devils dared to sneak back to commit adultery. I'd teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget.

I quietly opened the door and entered the room. When I saw the two intertwined bodies of a man and a woman, I erupted in a rage I hadn't felt in a long time.

It was my stallion, the coachman and his nanny! Henry was having sex with Una!

This was an unforgivable crime!

"You two pigs and dogs have truly disappointed me," I said, angrily whipping the air with my whip.

"Please, spare Una!" Henry pleaded for his partner, disregarding his own safety, but this only enraged me more.

"Shut up! You should know that any sexual intercourse between a man and a woman in the manor without my permission is punishable!" I said furiously, while also wondering what was so special about this fat woman that made Henry so infatuated with her.

"No, Master, please forgive Henry!" This time it was Una who pleaded, both husband and wife vying for my forgiveness.

They tried to put on their clothes, but I shouted at them, forcing them to stop. The two men covered their private parts with their hands and followed me outside, naked.

I rang the warning bell; its loud sound carried far, and soon all the black slaves returned from the fields, crowding around and peering to see what had happened.

Standing in the center, I looked at the crowd and declared loudly, "I warned you that you were not allowed to commit adultery without my permission, and now, among you pigs and dogs, one has been caught red-handed in the act of filthy sexual intercourse."

Foreman Grant, a white man, was my appointed foreman; I ordered him to bring a whip, one of his favorite pastimes.

Soon after, Foreman Grant, whip in hand, appeared before the crowd.

"Gran!" After a moment's consideration, I made my decision. This was the time to make an example of them. "Punish these two pigs and dogs. Beat them severely until their souls leave their bodies." "

It's an honor, Mr. Jackson!" The white man showed a pleased expression, even licking his lips with excitement.

"Bullshit, you filthy bitch Jackson! You damned white pigs only treat us like livestock! Save your semen for your wife and daughters!"

Unexpectedly, as Henry cursed, Una glared at me with a venomous look like a ghost from the abyss, sending chills down my spine. Although I was under the blazing sun, I immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

When Henry's voice trailed off, Una said in a sinister tone, "I will curse you, you bitch-born Jackson! I will use my blood to curse your family and this plantation for all eternity..."

The smell of blood stimulated my sense of smell, jolting me awake from my trembling state. I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I turned and went back inside. The piercing sound of whipping and screams still lingered in my ears, but what echoed in my mind was Una's ominous curse.

Looking around, I noticed that the black slaves' eyes held not only their usual anger but also a greater sense of fear.

The effect of making an example of them was successful, which pleased me, of course. However, remembering that Una was from Cuba, her curse made me uneasy.

Inside, meeting my wife's questioning gaze, I told Julia what had happened outside, omitting the curse.

I nodded, "Yes, we are indeed short two useful slaves, but training two more to replace them shouldn't be difficult."

Even now, through the walls and windows, I could still hear the whips lashing and the screams echoing endlessly.

Strangely, in this situation, my libido inexplicably surged, and my penis stood erect.

Holding my wife's hand, she smiled sweetly at me, and we hurried back to our bedroom.

"My dear Mr. Jackson, shall I put your little thing in?" she said provocatively, her warm hand grasping my penis, squeezing it lightly and heavily, bringing intense stimulation.

Seemingly excited by the sound of whipping outside, I was surprised to find her plump vagina already overflowing with fluids as I entered her.

I straddled Julia, kneading her full breasts, forcefully thrusting her to the peak of pleasure.

Even after bearing me two children, her vagina remained so tight and strong; the pleasurable sensation soon left me utterly exhausted.

Shortly after, I collapsed, ejaculating thick semen into my wife's womb, collapsing onto her, both of us laughing and panting.

"You too!"

I teased Julia's nipples, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, smiling contentedly.

The sex was practically perfect, but unfortunately, my wife never sucked my penis. She considered it a dirty thing for animals. Although I promised her I wouldn't force her, I still hoped she would one day suck it willingly. So far, only those lowly female slaves were willing to let me release myself in their mouths.

At this point, the sound of the whip cutting through the air had stopped for a while. I thought, Henry and Una are gone forever.

This was indeed a significant shock, but to make an example of them, it was necessary.

"Hey! Julia, you little slut, I'm going to rape you!"

"Come on! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Amid her lewd giggles, I pounced on my wife's snow-white body, and we made love passionately until nightfall.

That night, I couldn't sleep, looking at my beautiful wife beside me. After a series of intense sexual encounters, Julia had long since fallen into a deep sleep, unconscious.

I got out of bed, lit a candle, and went to the living room, intending to light a cigarette and go outside for a smoke to cool off.

But I immediately realized something was wrong; the voices sounded much more childish. Although they were also the moans of a man and woman making love, they didn't sound like the two of them.

I followed the sound to a storage room and saw a faint glow from the crack in the door, indicating that someone was hiding there.

I blew out the candle, carefully opened the door, and peered through the small opening, holding my breath at what was happening inside.

The lewd scene unfolding before me made me gasp in horror.

It was my son, Andrew, wildly having sex with his sister, Lisa.

I should have immediately pushed the door open and stopped him, but for some reason, the sight before me horrified me. My limbs seemed to be possessed, and I could only stand there, dumbfounded, witnessing this outrageous act.

Andrew was kissing his sister's lips and cheeks, occasionally leaning over to suck on her budding breasts.

Lisa's delicate legs were wrapped around her brother's waist, and she cried out passionately like a little mare, her snow-white buttocks spinning like a windmill with his vigorous thrusts.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that these two children, not quite grown up, were having sex more wildly than Julia and I.

In that instant, a terrifying thought crossed my mind: their intertwined figures, projected onto the wall by candlelight, somewhat resembled Henry and Una when I had stumbled upon them that afternoon!

Unable to stop what had already happened, I could only desperately hope that if they continued like this, God would protect little Lisa from getting pregnant.

Silently closing the door, I quietly slipped downstairs, didn't even light a cigarette, and ran outside, running wildly through the cotton field.

Why did this happen?

Why did this happen to my children?

Is this a curse?

I knelt on the ground, silently crying out to the gods.

Oh! God! How could you treat me like this?!

Hanging in the sky was a strange full moon tinged with crimson blood, seemingly mocking my helplessness mercilessly! Chapter Five

The next day, I decided to go for a drive to forget all the unpleasantness and check on the situation of Steward Gran and the slaves.

Everything went smoothly; the bountiful cotton harvest put me in a good mood, and I slipped away to the city for a night of revelry, temporarily forgetting all my troubles, until on my way back, I discovered two new graves in the black cemetery.

Remembering Una's dying curse, I felt terrible and decided to go home to face and resolve the family problems I had been avoiding all day.

As soon as I entered the house, it was already late at night. I intended to wake my son and daughter immediately and have a good talk with them, but as I approached my bedroom, I suddenly heard a muffled sound.

That voice was all too familiar to me now.

Imagining what lay behind the door, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for any eventuality, and slowly opened it.

On the other side of the door, I saw a scene I would never forget.

Mother and son incest, brother and sister in illicit relations—how horrifying!

I couldn't utter a word. Just like last night, I carefully closed the door and retreated, covering my face as I walked towards the end of the corridor, intending to find a bottle of strong liquor to drown my sorrows.

As I passed my daughter's room, a strange impulse compelled me to open the door. I found my daughter lying peacefully asleep in bed.

I went inside and saw a beautiful large mirror beside her bed—the very gift she had asked for that day.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, little Lisa opened her eyes and smiled at her father.

"Hello, Daddy."

I smiled and sat down beside her, reaching out to stroke my daughter's soft, golden hair, and asked gently, "Have you been sleeping well lately?"

Unexpectedly, my daughter suddenly smiled, not the innocent smile of a child, but a charming, alluring laugh.

"Daddy, without a good man like you to keep me company, Lisa can't sleep." As she spoke, her little hands rested on my thighs, slowly stroking upwards.

"Then...then...what do you want to do?" Noticing my daughter's hands becoming increasingly unruly, I nervously held my breath and asked in a trembling voice.

Bewitched by an inexplicable charm, I unconsciously leaned closer, wanting to kiss my daughter's forehead, but unexpectedly, she suddenly tilted her little face up and offered her cherry lips, giving me a deep kiss.

Little Lisa responded passionately, opening her lips to let our tongues intertwine in her mouth, and reaching out to grasp my penis.

Surprised by my daughter's actions, I was even more shocked to discover that my penis had become incredibly erect!

"Make love with me, Daddy, come and fuck your little daughter!" Lisa laughed, grabbing my hand and placing it on her chest, letting my palm feel her tender breasts.

"What does it matter?" Lisa laughed, "Don't you feel jealous watching your brother fuck your woman, our Mommy, Daddy?"

"I..."

"We're all family. Your brother is too young. Only you, Daddy, are a real man. Come on! Teach your daughter what it's like to be a woman." Lisa smiled charmingly, her eyebrows unable to hide her wanton lust, making it hard for me to believe that this was my little daughter who had been with me day and night for eight years.

I tried to say something more, but I couldn't utter a word. Through the thin clothes, my daughter's slightly raised, snow-white breasts were warm and lovely, making my heart flutter, and I unconsciously tightened my grip.

When I came to my senses from the extreme excitement, I found that my daughter's nightgown had been torn off, exposing her smooth, creamy body.

The immense psychological pressure I'd been under since yesterday was unbearable, and I desperately needed an outlet. Looking at this woman's body, a blend of innocence and allure, I immediately went berserk. Forgetting all taboos about incest, I ripped off my pants, proudly displaying my penis, many times larger than her brother's, before my daughter.

"Fuck me! Daddy, your little daughter is waiting for the favor of a real man!"

I knew it was wrong, but at that moment, my daughter's body was bewitchingly drawing me in!

I pressed myself against Lisa's body, parted her legs, and without a word, thrust my hips forward, my penis accurately penetrating her warm little hole.

The moment I forcefully penetrated, Lisa threw her head back, letting out a long, soft cry, tears streaming down her face as if in great pain. I was astonished; it felt as if I had just pierced through some tough membrane.

How could this be? She shouldn't be a virgin anymore!

The only explanation was that Andrew's thing was too small; it hadn't fully deflowered his sister yet!

"Daddy, congratulations! You've deflowered your daughter!"

Driven by a sense of male and paternal superiority, I treated my daughter like a little mare, galloping vigorously on top of her.

The intercourse was incredibly intense, ten times more so than with Julia. Little Lisa, like an insatiable slut, greedily demanded more, her legs wrapped around my waist, wanting me to go deeper and deeper.

In my eyes, this wanton, moaning eight-year-old girl was sometimes like a pure angel from heaven, sometimes like a bewitching little enchantress under the devil's hand, completely captivating her father!

"Fuck you to death, you little slut! Daddy, fuck me harder!"

Little Lisa's skin felt smooth and tender, as if it could be rubbed raw at any moment, and her little buttocks swayed back and forth, the tightness of her vagina far surpassing anything my mother could offer.

It's ridiculous, she didn't even have any pubic hair yet!

But she was the most comfortable female body I had ever fucked!

Moreover, the wildness she displayed during intercourse, the satisfaction on her face, would drive any man mad, driving him to ravage her body without restraint. In just a few minutes of intercourse, I was already experiencing back pain—something I never imagined.

After a frenzied series of thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate, while Lisa let out a mournful cry and collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted.

I laughed loudly with satisfaction, but suddenly stopped.

My God! What have I done!

I actually slept with my own daughter!

My regained senses were too much to bear; all I wanted to do was back away. My body slumped, and my wet penis was pulled out.

Because I hadn't yet ejaculated, my penis was even thicker and erect, even to the point of grotesque bulging veins, proudly covered in my spoils—a large amount of the young girl's virgin blood and fluids.

This was the evidence of the heinous crime I had just committed!

And then, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned to look at the doorway. My beloved wife Julia and son Andrew stood side by side, their faces beaming with smiles.

The mother and son were completely naked; Julia's hand was even holding her son's penis. They were laughing and joking with each other, looking like a pair of deeply affectionate lovers, or a mother and son deeply devoted to each other. Their peaceful and sweet expressions almost made one wonder if incest was something perfectly acceptable.

Oh my god! What happened to my family? Why did everything turn out like this?!

"I...you..." I stammered, unable to speak.

She pushed her unconscious daughter to a corner, leaned down, and raised her plump, white buttocks, swaying them in front of me.

The meaning was obvious.

I didn't say anything. In fact, because of my daughter's sudden fainting, I hadn't had a chance to release my pent-up desires, leaving me in an awkward, unsatisfied state. All I wanted was to find another hole to penetrate.

Holding her plump, white buttocks, I roughly thrust my penis in, pumping with all my might.

The moment I entered, I was surprised to find that my wife's vagina was much tighter than usual, even tighter than when a virgin was deflowered, gripping my penis so tightly that it was difficult to move.

How could I let her underestimate me? I forcefully broke through the resistance and fucked her relentlessly. In no time, this slut was screaming and moaning incessantly.

After continuous intercourse, aside from a sore lower back, my energy was inexhaustible. My mind was only focused on "fuck, fuck, fuck," and in my heightened excitement, even my penis was several times harder and thicker than usual! The

uniquely masculine sense of conquest made me feel like a maddened beast, thrusting with all my might.

Hey! What does it matter if we're beasts? Our whole family has become beasts tonight!

Perhaps my movements were too violent, because Julia trembled and crawled forward several times, seemingly trying to escape, but I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back, fucking this slut who had seduced my son hard.

The bond between husband and wife still gave me a slight hesitation, but the sounds of her moans immediately dispelled that doubt.

"Harder...doing it with such gentleness isn't manly...even your son is better than you...oh...yes...that's it...oh...good husband...oh...good cock...harder...keep fucking me like this...fuck your little slut to death..."

I was filled with jealousy and indignation, even more determined to teach her a lesson, to let this audacious bitch know what a real man is, and to reclaim my position as head of the family.

Compared to little Lisa, her mother Julia was different. Her

full breasts, even more voluptuous after having two children, a pair of firm, heavy breasts weighing dozens of pounds, swayed back and forth with the movement of her hips, the waves of her breasts undulating. I reached forward and grasped them, feeling their heavy fullness, one in each hand, yet still unable to fully control them, truly a source of pride for a husband.

A beastly act of intercourse, exhilarating and unrestrained, if there was any flaw, it was that Andrew remained standing by the bed, looking at me with a complex expression.

"Ugh...I can't take it anymore...I'll shoot you to death, you little slut!"

Hey! Never in my life have I felt so good!

When it was all over, I was thirsty and exhausted, with no strength left in my body. I was just about to lie down and rest when Julia, still not satisfied, got up, withdrew my penis from her vagina, grabbed it with one hand, and shoved it into her mouth.

I was extremely surprised because Julia always thought oral sex was dirty and would never suck my penis.

When I half-sat up, wanting to joke with Julia, she started to suck my penis while still holding it in her mouth.

In an instant, I felt as if all my blood had frozen into ice, rushing to my brain, and I was completely disoriented.

The woman buried between my legs wasn't Julia.

It was Una!

That eerie, sinister smile was on her face, her mouth full of my penis, as she sneered at me.

Then, dark red blood gushed from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, her face bleeding from all seven orifices, a sight that terrified anyone who saw it.

At the same time, I felt a searing pain, as if my flesh was being eroded, between my legs. My vision went black, and I nearly fainted on the spot.

Good heavens! She really was "eating" my penis!

I was terrified and agonizing, frantically pounding her head, hoping to push that devilish brain away. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move her head an inch, and the evil smile on her face only intensified.

Eventually, my counterattack worked. As the pillowcase tightened, Una's face contorted in pain, and her mouth gradually relaxed.

I didn't dare to be careless, continuing to exert force until Una's body went limp and she didn't move again. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

My groin was a bloody mess. At first glance, I couldn't be sure how serious the injury was, but the excruciating pain that had almost made me faint indicated that the injury was definitely serious. If I didn't find a doctor quickly, I might die soon.

"Hehe...hehe..."

"You..."

Before I could finish speaking, I stared in shock at the scene before me. Andrew, who had been leaning against the mirror against the wall, slowly sank into it like mercury dissolving at the bottom of water. Ripples spread across the mirror's surface until the figure disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, only to find the mirror completely smooth, as if nothing had happened.

The horrifying expression on Una's face, bleeding from all seven orifices, when she was whipped to death; the sinister mockery on Andrew's face as he left—these images still sent chills down my spine. Yet, at this moment, I felt a strange sense of doubt.

Had all of this really happened?

Or was it just my own imagination?

"Oh! God, look what you've done! How could you do this!"

Julia suddenly appeared in the doorway, tears streaming down her face, crying out frantically. I doubted her identity, wondered if this was another illusion, and was even more puzzled by what she was saying.

But then I understood everything.

On this bed, besides myself, there were two other bodies—or rather, two corpses that were growing cold!

Andrew's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't understand why the pillowcase around his neck was so tightly bound, taking his little life. His round, perky little bottom, like his sister's, was a bloody mess, as if it had been violated by a gorilla, clearly suffering inhuman sexual abuse.

My two beloved children, suddenly dead before my eyes, the extreme shock left me completely stunned, forgetting even the excruciating pain in my groin, my whole being empty and disoriented.

And through my wife's sobbing, I gradually understood everything.

Julia said that she was half asleep when she suddenly heard her little daughter crying, so she quickly grabbed her self-defense pistol and ran to Lisa's room. At the door, she saw me violating her daughter like a beast, ignoring little Lisa's screams and struggles beneath me, yet I continued my relentless thrusting.

Julia, witnessing everything, wanted to cry for help, wanted to rush forward to assist, but her body seemed frozen. She could only stand by the door, watching me brutally rape and kill her two innocent children. Tears streamed down her face, but she could do nothing.

Andrew initially screamed and yelled, but as his anus tore open and blood gushed from between his legs, his screams grew weaker and weaker. After I ejaculated, he lay dying on the bed.

When I heard these cruel facts and saw my two innocent children lying dead on the bed, I almost went mad on the spot!

This was a curse, this must be Una's vicious curse!

"I will curse you, you whore born of Jackson, I will use my blood to curse your family and this manor for all eternity..."

I knelt down helplessly, covering my face with my hands, tears streaming down my face.

Julia was also devastated. She seemed to want to raise her gun and shoot me, the cold-blooded murderer who had slaughtered her children, but her hand fell limply to the floor, and she sobbed silently.

Andrew was so bright and clever!

Little Lisa was so lovely!

They were all innocent!

Why did things turn out like this...?

The whole house was deathly silent, except for heavy breathing and low sobs. There was no sound at all until, after a long, long time, I heard Julia's loud laughter. I

looked up and saw my beloved wife laughing hysterically, her eyes flashing with a crazed glint. She picked up the pistol and pointed it at me, wanting to fire, but after raising it several times, she couldn't pull the trigger. Finally, the pistol fell to the ground, and she pointed it at my and the children's corpses, laughing uncontrollably.

I got out of bed, and the moment I stood up, everything went black; I nearly fainted. Excessive blood loss was almost unbearable. Looking back at the bed, the blood of my father and daughters stained a large pool of dark red.

Supporting my nearly collapsing body, I slowly walked towards my wife, who was laughing maniacally. I bent down, picked up the pistol from the floor, and pointed the muzzle at her chest.

Although my reason had collapsed, I seemed to instinctively sense danger. Julia screamed, pushed me against the wall, and ran out the door, disappearing without a trace.

Listening to her crying and laughing voice fading into the distance, I collapsed against the wall, exhausted and sweating.

My poor wife, you lost a chance to be free and die with your family!

BOOM!

Postscript:

Everything should be over. This was wishful thinking on my part. In reality, the moment the gunshot rang out was merely the death knell for another tragedy.

As blood, flesh, and brains splattered on the wall, they also splashed onto that eerie mirror!

I don't know how much time passed before I regained consciousness and found myself trapped inside a mirror, helplessly watching the raging fire outside, unable to call for help.

Through the conversations of passing guests, I vaguely learned some things about what happened after my death.

The sudden deaths of my family of three became a sensational case in the area.

Some said it was a slave rebellion that led to our massacre…

some said it was caused by a sudden and extremely vicious thief breaking in…

some said it was because of a curse that drove me mad and caused me to kill my family…

My plantation was burned to the ground, and the cotton fields and many slaves were taken over by a distant relative living in Michigan.

The fire lit up the entire night sky, and some of the people rushing to put out the fire saw Julia holding a torch, jumping and laughing outside.

Later, Julia went mad. People said she became a madwoman, wandering the streets aimlessly all day, giggling at children, then pulling out her breasts and waving them at them, demanding they call her "Mommy."

Some of the town's scoundrels, lusting after her beauty and taking advantage of her madness, gave her old, worn-out dolls. While she lovingly played with them, they pinned Julia against the wall and raped her.

Oh! My beloved wife, once so elegant and noble, how could you have fallen to such a state?

And today, unexpectedly, I reunited with my beloved wife.

I don't know which man got her pregnant, but she lay in a garbage dump, unwanted. A few homeless men, harboring evil intentions, sold her to a brothel.

The brothel madam thought she was dirty, but it was rare to find such a beautiful white woman in the brothel, so she bought her at a steep discount and started taking customers.

Now, a black slave, once a cotton field worker, is contentedly fucking his former boss's dirty asshole.

"Hehehe...you...are here...hehehe..."

Julia laughed, her laughter both desolate and maddening amidst the rough, labored breathing of the black slave as he ejaculated.

My beloved wife! Is this the sin we have committed?

[The End]

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