EXTRACT FOR
White Slave To A Black Master
(Author Unknown)

    

Chapter 1

    

    My name is John Marks and I inherited a small building company from my father who had insisted on me undertaking first an apprenticeship in carpentry followed by a degree in commerce.  He had explained to me that unless I understood the complexities of carpentry from its basics up, to the rather more sophisticated realms of commerce in all its ramifications, I wouldn't have much behind me to take over and develop what he had started.

    I thought it sage advice and worked hard at both these training modules but spending weekends and holidays working with him and watching the way he ran various building construction projects at the same time.

    When I finally graduated with a bachelor of commerce degree and joined him, I was quite prepared to work under his auspices for many years before he retired.  Little did I know that he was suffering from a chronic heart problem that took him from us after only a couple of years working with him.

    As his only son, and indeed his only child, I inherited the business but he had provided well for Mother and she stayed on in the quite nice house he had provided for her and I stayed on with her as I hadn't yet found a lady to share my life with.  But if the truth be known, I had so much thrown myself into work that I didn't really have a great deal of time to spend on courting girls.

    But here I should admit to my father's two great faults and which he passed on to me either by inheritance or simply because I so much admired his other qualities.  He was racially very much anti the black races who now made up a very significant proportion of the resident population of the United Kingdom, believing them to be substandard mentally and good only to work with their admittedly generally well-developed muscles.

    He was also highly critical of and antagonistic towards gay men and women, losing no opportunity to label them as misfits, queers and creeps and he was even more public in his condemnation of them than of blacks.

    And these values he passed on to me.  While he wasn't backward in speaking out on his beliefs at home, he was very much more circumspect outside it, aware that his opinions went very much against the grain and so of course I followed him in this way, too.

    What neither he nor I bargained for however was that our black servants, whom he and I treated as third class citizens, spoke amongst themselves below stairs and apparently weren't backward in airing their dislike and fear of him.  Not that he actually abused them; rather that he simply didn't in any way try to hide the contempt he held for them as a race.  And of course I followed his suit, so without me even being aware of it, they loathed and detested me as much as they did him.

    Mother was quite different from the pair of us, not for one second believing her husband's assessments of the coloured people of the world and she tried her best to treat them all as fairly as she could and they all loved her for it, I know.  Or at least, I know now.

    

    What I inherited was a small to medium-size building company that was capable of running about five projects at once.  But in my mind, I had been planning a very much greater business operation involving acquiring land, subdividing it and building houses on it as a single operation.

    This is a business enterprise that can be fraught with problems if one doesn't know what he is doing.  My training as a carpenter had fitted me to understand the intricacies of building a house within budget; while my commerce training gave me an understanding of the bigger picture involving larger scale business operations and I saw now the wisdom of Dad's insistence on me acquiring both skills.

    You may think that after he had died and me now very much more under the influence of Mother, I might have relaxed my racial bigotry?  I didn't.  Whether it was because it was too heavily ingrained in me already, or that I was just too busy running the company to be bothered with thinking about it, I don't know.

    I was to regret that failing in spades!

    Over the next ten years, I was successful in building the company to become one of the major developers within the United Kingdom.  By then, we had half a dozen major projects going at once and all of them extremely profitable but delivering high-quality homes in a beautiful environment that we created in each of the estates we developed.

    For such projects to be very profitable, the houses must be sold long before they are finished and to do this, your estate must be popular enough to boast services such as a shopping centre, sports and cultural facilities and of course lovely green parks to make them attractive.  We were careful to ensure that our estates were the best on offer anywhere in England.

    By now I was in my early forties and had at last found a lady to be my wife and partner.  Emily Brookfield had joined the firm as its in-house architect and she was particularly good at designing houses that were attractive, well-designed in a practical manner and boasted all the latest mod cons, all for a reasonable price.  She and I had spent many hours together talking about and investigating various possibilities and I slowly came to the realisation that I was attracted to her in an amorous way as well as for her undoubted talents as an architect.

    To cut a long story short we were married and then set up house for ourselves.

    She and Mother had similar ideas and got on very well together but every time she raised the question of my racial bigotry I just shrugged it off and told her I was too busy to worry about such things.

    But Emily was and is a very wise person and knew that if she persisted in trying to change my rather ridiculous views it could very well damage our marriage and so she and Mother simply turned off whenever I spoke of them.

    Our new house was even bigger than the one Dad had bought for Mother and it of course also required servants.  Dad had believed that blacks were very much suited to this class of employment as being within their capabilities and so of course, so did I and we employed a butler, housekeeper, maid and gardener, all of whom were blacks and I regret to say that I treated them all the same as I had those in Dad's household.

    But I was supremely confident that Dad had been right in his opinions of the intelligence of the black races ??" a rather remarkable conclusion for an intelligent person when one considers some of the achievements of so many of them in countless positions all over the world.  I now know that the black and Asian races of the world are no more and no less well endowed with intelligence or any other attribute for that matter than are the Caucasian peoples.

    

    The fateful day came a year or two after Emily and I were married.  In fact, it was only a week or so after our son, Alexander, was born and I had gone to bed with Emily at ten o'clock as was our wont on most nights.

    I woke up cold and shivering, stark naked and curled up on the stone floor of what appeared to be a cell in the dungeons of an ancient castle.  Not only was the floor made of stone flags, but so were the walls and the roof.  The cell was only a couple of metres wide and perhaps three or four deep and it had no windows, the only entry being an iron door made of rounded steel uprights and flat steel bars holding them in place.

    Because I am a thinking person, I didn't immediately start screaming but took stock of my surroundings.  They didn't tell me much except that I knew of no jail anywhere on Earth that still housed its prisoners in such conditions.

    There was no sound that I could discern and the only illumination came from the reflected glow from lights somewhere up the corridor.

    I had been lying coiled up like a foetus in the womb, hugging myself for what little warmth I could gain from my own body but then I got to my feet and approached the door, looking up and down the passage for any sign of life.  There was none, at least not for quite a few minutes and then I heard the clop of shoes coming down the passage and backed away from the door.

    What came into view then had me recoiling in fear.  This may surprise or even shock you for I believe I have given the impression of being a leader and a rather successful one at that and such people are rarely of a fearful nature.

    But what now stood at the door leering in at me with contempt and triumph, had to be the biggest human being I have ever seen in my life.  He was quite definitely well over two metres, (and that's just over 6' 7" in the old scale) tall and as he was wearing nothing but a leather codpiece over his apparently enormous genitals, I could only stare at the magnificence of his near-naked body with both awe and terror.

    His face was in proportion to the rest of his body and yes, he was black.  Coal-black and his skin gleamed with a lustre that bespoke extreme good health and virility.  His neck was like a column of black marble and his shoulders, boulder-like.  His arm muscles were extremely well defined and clearly powerful but not overdone.  His chest comprised two, slab-like plates of muscle while his abdominal array was comprised of what is often called an eight-pack that was extremely prominent and well-defined.

    His genitals were nothing short of enormous.  That much I could see from the size of the leather codpiece that covered them but later when I was to see them exposed, that initial opinion was vindicated and even exceeded.

    His thigh muscles and buttocks were also extraordinary examples of the perfectly developed human male and as I took in all of this together with the malevolence clearly visible on his face I cowered back in near terror.

    Cowardly of me, you think?  Perhaps it was, but the sheer stature and enormity, not to mention the almost total lack of clothing, of this true giant made me understand that whatever had happened to me to land me there in that cell, I was now going to be punished for the views I had harboured all my life on the inferiority of his race.

    At that point, this was based solely on the physical perfection and enormity of his body; later I was to find his mind was every bit equal to mine and perhaps stronger still as I was to discover he was going to be the vehicle by which I was going to un-learn those concepts that had been part of me since birth and his intelligence and the way he marshalled his arguments had him running rings around me.

    But that was only going to be part of my 'correction'.  The mental education was going to be accompanied by painful punishment for the slightest lapse on my part.

    But this first confrontation was a perfect example of how my mind was going to be dissuaded from its so irrational, bigoted and appalling attitude to a people who had been exploited and downtrodden for centuries before they began to emerge from under the yoke of white supremacy and take their rightful places as equal partners in the whole brotherhood of man.

    Not that this concept had yet entered my mind.  At that moment I was still simply gobsmacked at my naked state in that horrible cold stone cell and now the arrival of a human being who was clearly far superior to me, at least in a physical sense.  It didn't take very long after he began my 'education' for me to realise that he was eons ahead of me mentally as well.

    But of course all of that took time.  At this point I was still in a state of shock at my nakedness, my incarceration in this so inhospitable cell and finally the stature and clear malice of my captor.

    He stood looking at me in this manner for quite a few minutes while I stared at him with the same silence but eventually, I plucked up the courage to ask him where I was and why.

    He replied to me in extremely good English.  Not that terrible upper crust Oxford drawl, but a clearly educated Englishman.  "You are now on another version of Earth, Marks.  On this version the black races are absolutely the superior and ruling race and over the last few centuries have first enslaved and then colonised the Asian and Caucasian races all of whom now occupy subordinate positions much as you often and loudly proclaimed in front of your servants that we blacks were good for in your society.

    "Over the years, many of the whites and Asians have been freed from their slavery and permitted to take their place as citizens but the vast majority remain slaves and will do so for as long as we deem them unworthy of full citizenship.

    "As slaves, they are as much chattels to be bought and sold as you treated the blacks on your planet up until the end of the nineteenth century.  And so here, right now, you, John Marks, are of course nothing but a slave.  It is my duty and function to attempt to correct your errant ways and I may be aided in that by a number of associates.  Whether we jointly decide that you are worthy of being returned to your own planet will very much depend on your ability to convince us that your so repugnant ideas have been totally expunged and replaced with more worthwhile ones.

    "As a slave, you will be kept naked.  It is my understanding that your so-called superior white races clothed their black slaves.  We don't agree with this lenience and permanent nakedness as well as nudity (which in our parlance means that you will be permanently stripped of all facial and body hair) is a basic requirement of all slaves, Asian and Caucasian."

    As he spoke, my mind was in a whirl.  Could this be true?  If so how had they managed to move me from my world to this so-called 'other version' of our planet.  What about that concept, anyway?  I had never heard of any such possibility except in the realms of science fiction...

    But one thing was paramount in the midst of all these comings and goings of random thoughts: whatever I had to do in order to persuade this huge man and his as yet unknown associates that I had permanently and truly abandoned my racial bigotry and was now a reformed character, I would pursue with more diligence than I had ever shown in my theoretical studies of carpentry or the lectures on commercial subjects.

    For a start, I had already realised that this man was so superior to me that I couldn't imagine anyone except those geniuses on our planet like Albert Einstein who might be his equal.  An enormous overreaction on my part, you think?

    Think again.  Apart from his enormous stature and perhaps the finest physique I have ever seen on any person on my planet of any race whatsoever, with every word he spoke, I began to realise that here was an intelligence far and away superior to mine.  It was not so much the words he used as I have written them here, but the way he spoke them; the calm manner in which they were delivered but even more importantly, I am sure I was receiving from his mind alone other concepts of racial equality and the like that were attacking on all sides my, to that point, ironclad opinions about the black races of the world and their inferiority to us whites and Asians.

    You are shocked?  I'm not surprised.  So was I.  But even after that first half hour or so, he had already begun to undermine and to erode those values and already I was beginning to doubt them.

    But don't think for one second that this was going to be sufficient to let me off the hook.  No indeed, I didn't know it then, but I was facing many weeks of vicious punishments and rather spare meals that would truly exhaust me.

    

    He unlocked the cell and strode in while I cowered back against the back wall.  He came within a metre or so of me and then ripped off the codpiece which I now saw was held in place by metal clips around the root of his genital organs, thus revealing the enormity of both his penis and testicles.

    The former had to be at least twenty and perhaps even more centimetres long and fifteen in circumference, while his testicles were at least the size of duck eggs and hung low in a dangling scrotum, swinging freely back and forth as he approached me.

    I stared up at him in both horror and fear ??" a totally new emotion for me.  I had always been a leader from my schooldays onward; now I stood there against the back wall staring up at this magnificent but terrifying creature and wondering how my correction was going to start.

    I should have taken as a clue the fact that he stripped off the codpiece so flamboyantly for yes, my first introduction to his superiority over me was that I was going to be forced to submit to him sexually.

    This too was something I had abhorred all my life, again under the influence of my father who for some reason I never discovered considered homosexuals as contemptible as the Negro races of the world and of course I followed his suit in this, too, as I did with most things.

    Now I have no idea how much of his influence over me was inherited and how much passed on during my upbringing but I suppose the question is moot anyway.  The point was I had gained them from him and probably all the more so because I loved and respected him so much.  That still does not excuse me from considering them rationally, talking it over with my friends and teachers and coming to my own conclusions.

    For heaven's sake, by this time, well into the 21st century, both racial and sexual bigotry had been largely eradicated and yet here I was, a true reactionary at least on those subjects.  Well now, it appeared I was going to pay for those views.

    The giant had not yet identified himself but continued to stand over me staring down at me with the same malice and triumph written all over his admittedly rather handsome face.  And just to underline his superiority over me he began to flex his muscles, assuming the classic biceps pose while I stared up at that pair of so perfect, tennis ball shaped muscles in absolute awe and then he successively rippled his chest and belly muscles and then his thighs and buttocks and finally erected that huge weapon at his loins (without even touching it) until it stood straight up his so flat and muscular belly now nearly thirty centimetres long, I am sure.