****** The Fantasy Godmother by Mkarl ******
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The Fantasy Godmother


Our story begins with a little boy in his room crying. All he wanted to do was
to go play with his friends, but he had not cleaned his room and his mean mommy
had said no to the child. Michael had begged his mommy, please to let him go
play, but she had just been the boss and she even spanked the boy right in
front of his friend, Tyrone, for trying to argue with her.

Michael had never been so embarrassed. Tyrone was the coolest kid on the block.
He was already in a gang even and he had a gun too. Michael knew that his mom
just never liked Tyrone because the boy was black. She said they should not
play together but what did she know. She was probably just a racist.

Michael was not cleaning anything in his room to spite his mommy good. He had
shut his door and just cried and pouted and felt terribly sorry for himself.
His mother had no right to spank him in front of Tyrone. Michael was furious.
His mom just always tried to be the boss of everything. Michael let himself
think what a good laugh it could be if something taught his mommy to never try
to be the boss again.

It would be just too funny to the little boy if it was his mommy that was
getting spanked and even by Tyrone and right on her bare bum too with her
panties down. Michael had to giggle to himself to imagine his mommy with her
panties pulled down around her knees and his friend Tyrone spanking her so very
hard. If his mommy could only get spanked so hard that she cried for a week
then Michael would laugh and laugh. She would definitely have to get spanked on
her bare bottom too so it would be extra teaching to her that she could never
be the boss again. Michael could watch and it would be the funniest thing he
ever saw.

What a wonderful image it was to the child to imagine his mommy with her
panties pulled down around her knees and his cool black friend spanking her ass
so hard that she cried and cried. Michael tried to think so much about his
mommy getting spanked and then, like young boys always do, Michael began to
touch himself. It was with his eyes shut and his pants down that the child
almost had a heart attack when she said...

What are you doing child?

WHO ARE YOU? How did you get in my room?

The boy was so astonished to see the naked woman standing by his dresser that
he forgot that his pants were down and his little cock could be seen by the
mysterious woman. Hush child we don't want your mommy to hear. She wouldn't
like you to have a naked woman in your room, would she?

My mommy doesn't even know that you are in my room? How come you are here...
and why are you all undressed?

I am your fantasy Godmother child... I know what you were just thinking and now
I want to help all your dreams come true so why don't you pull up your pants so
we can plan what to do?

Michael was suddenly so embarrassed. He had never been caught before with his
hand on his dick but the crazy chick was naked and Michael had never had a
naked grown-up in his room either. Michael was old enough that he knew there
was no such thing as magic or 'fantasy godmothers' even if it was kind of
unexplainable how the naked woman was in his room, and than again, just what
dreams was it that this naked-woman going to make come true?

I know why you were crying child. Your mommy was mean to you today. She should
not have spanked you in front of your friend. Now that you are old enough to
get such good dreams it is time for your mom to learn that she can never be the
boss again.

Michael had to be dreaming. It was exactly what he had been thinking, but that
was impossible. There was no such thing as a fantasy godmother, was there? All
things are possible child, for those who believe... Can you believe in me so
that we can have such fun with your mom?

The boy was still wary that he might say too much, but everything was just
crazy enough that he was starting to believe.

Are you going to suck my cock?

Oh no child, that is not for you... What you will want to do is be with your
mom.

My own mom? She would never let me.

Your mommy will have no choice, my precious... We will make sure she can never
say no to you ever again... She will allow you to have cookies for breakfast or
to stay up all night watching TV whenever you like, but best of all will be
that you can finally fuck her as much as you like for at least a few months.

How could we do it?

Your mommy just needs to learn that she can not be a boss anymore and you know
how it is best to teach a girl that... Remember that story you saw on the news
about what those bad men did to that woman in the park last month?

You mean rape?

Yes my angel, I am your fantasy so you have to dream it for your mommy.

Will she really get raped like that woman in the park?

Or much, much worse child... Please dream it now so we can make it all true.

The boy had never dared dream real rape for his own mommy before, and it made
him a little shy as he described what he wanted. Could there be like... three
guys like in the park?

What about twelve guys who could all fuck your mommy in every hole she has?

TWELVE!?

Yes twelve, and they will all be the most special boys of all... I want you to
try to imagine the boys that would be the worst ones ever to fuck your mommy so
she would learn to be totally dirty... Just close your eyes and I will be able
to read all your thoughts and... Yes... You thought everything I needed.

What did I think?

You know what you thought my child... Even though you never allowed it with
your conscious mind... Now we can make it all true, but first you need to clean
your room so we can get you out of the house and leave your mommy here all
alone for her new boyfriends. Think that your room will be clean and it will
be.

The boy had barely heard the godmother's words when it was as she said and the
child was suddenly very much convinced that he was not in Kansas anymore. He
could scarcely believe that his mother would be raped so good as he called her
to let the bitch know that his room was cleaned so he could go out and play at
last.

The mom was so amazed that the room had been cleaned as she had thought he was
trying to disobey her and not do anything but snit, however, what could she do
now that he had listened to her, but let the boy loose to go join his friends?
As Michael stepped to the door, he turned for one look he and let slip a little
giggle of wickedness at his mother's last instants of innocence.

Out in the front yard, it was time for the mundane to end and the fun to begin.
The first order of business would be to ensure that no nosy neighbors would
here any screams and try to spoil any of the party.

Fantasize my child about a glorious cone of secrecy that will shield your house
and all within from the unwanted scrutiny of the nosy neighbors who might try
to interfere with your dreams.

The boy again pictured what was suggested and the fantasy godmother erected the
cone of secrecy so no sounds would escape no matter how loud and no one would
be able to see anything to try to save the mom now. Then the magik was worked
twice as the boys of Michael's fantasies were conjured into reality. Twelve in
their number with purpose in their eyes; the fact that they were black may have
been the biggest surprise. They were without hearts and would show the mom no
pity; with their cocks rock hard, they were totally at the ready. On Jerome and
Mustafa, Deon and Tyrone now, on Jamal and Leroy, Toby and all... enter the
house one, and enter the house two... Enter the house twelve and have your
black fun.

The mother was at the sink doing dishes as Michael watched in the field of
revelry while black number one approach the unsuspecting bitch from behind. "Oh
my god... Owwwwww" Mom tried to scream as the young black panther grabbed her
from behind. The mommy-cunt was surprised but had no where to run; she was now
to be nothing but the black boy's fun.

"Let me go, let me go." Mom pleaded pathetically. It was useless to try to
reason out of her fate as the boys began to undress it was time for mom's rape.

Shut your mouth you little white bitch. Your going to be fucked by every one of
us.

The mom only saw the black youths as she looked through the room. Michael was
safe from his mother's blame in his magical, cone of secrecy. They are really
going to hurt her, right?

Oh yes child and they will beat the fuck out of your mommy just as you dreamed
for me.

It was to be played like a game for Michael's amusement. Every occurrence a
payback for thirteen years of mommy-bossing. The mother was first to be dragged
by her hair like a cave girl all the way from the kitchen up the stairs to her
very own bedroom. Michael had to have a laugh as his mother started to scream.

"OWWWWWww, you bastards! Let me go... please. Why are you doing this to me?
OWWWWwww... let me go, PLEASEEEE!"

Scream all you want bitch... no one cares. We are going to dirty you... do you
know that? You think that all of us are the same but you have no idea. We are
going to beat you into submission. We are going to rape every hole that you
have. You will be our fuck-toy and our toilet. You will be a star in a movie
and you will love it. We are going to own your white ass. We are going to ink
you with our brand but that will be the least you will have to try to explain
to your hubby cause we are even going to breed you.

"Noooooo!" It as the mom's worst nightmare and her child's living wet dream.
The magik blacks were his to direct at a whim, and act-one was to start with a
special divorce.

Michael hated to go to the church. His mom acted so special and all clean and
so good. He knew she loved to be his dad's wife like that was what made her
respectable. It was precious to her sense of identity. Her wedding had been a
thing of great beauty but now the child thought a magik divorce would ruin it
for ever.

The first thing that had to go was the wedding video. There was two copies and
the rape-bringers found both. "What are you doing? Please those are my only
copies," the helpless mom pleaded.

We know bitch, now smile for the camera you cunt.

One of her very own wedding tapes was placed in the family video camera and the
record button was pressed. On the view screen Michael's mother's crying face
would be the first thing seen if daddy ever tried to watch this movie again. It
was so surreal with his mother's hysterics in contrast to the emotionless black
hearted rape-bringers His mother's face read like an open book and Michael knew
he was on the right track and soon she would break.

Open your mouth bitch.

The mommy-cunt was taken by surprise as she had not seen the young ebony youth
approach. The black-hearted bastard held in his hand her very own marriage
certificate. It was all slimy and wet. She saw with despair that the dirty
fuckers had soaked the paper in their filthy cum. Then the helpless and abused
mommy was pulled by the hair, with her nose pinched shut tight, until
finally... she got stuffed with the certificate between her red lips and was
forced to start chewing with no choice to spare. Every bite seamed to bring a
squirt of the sperm fresh to her mouth, but what gagged her the most was the
humiliation of eating her proof of her wedding. To the boy watching his
mother's unique humiliation, it was actually a little disgusting as his mother
started to heave, but the rape-bringers just held her tight as she convulsed
and was sick... The child actually thought it looked a little as if she was
choking to death and wondered how far everything might be allowed to go. To
reassure him the godmother took the child's hand until finally his mommy-cunt
finished tossing her cookies and was dropped unceremoniously to the floor...
but no sooner was she breathing then it was time to continue.

You are not finished eating it yet bitch.

Now, it was Michael's turn to feel ill as his mommy was pushed in her own mess
with a yank of her hair and had to finish chewing her certificate until she
finally choke-swallowed it down.

Now for the ring bitch.

It had been in the family for ages and would devastate his precious mother. A
black bastard had already prepared the toilet as mom was dragged to the scene
for act three. Put it in the shit for the camera so everyone will see what you
really thought of you old marriage.

"Please, my husband will kill me," the mom pleaded through tears. Do it bitch.

"Owwww don't hit me... OWWWWW... WHYYYY?... GOD! You filthy bastards!"

Michael did not feel sorry for his mom at all. Her blackened eyes would be the
least of her concerns as the rape would continue. She was learning so good
never to be the boss again. Michael wanted his mother slapped harder by the
rape-bringer and his wish was the godmother's command.

Why don't you touch yourself child why we watch? You look so uncomfortable in
those tight pants.

Those boys will laugh at what a small cock I have.

Child you will never be as big as a black man, but that is why you love them.
They already know that you are small but they will not laugh... you know you
want to masturbate while your mommy is used and abused.

Michael did want to play with himself, as he watched his mother beaten into
submission. The payoff was seeing the contrast of her clean white hands shaking
as she had to put the ring into the filthy, dark shit. For his mommy to flush
the toilet herself, was the next added bonus and then the magical divorce was
complete.

Stop your crybaby bitch. We know you want marriage so now you get a new one.

Michael had dreamed it one night when he heard on the radio, that some country
in the east allowed rapists to marry their victims. The problem was, in
civilized countries a wife could only have one husband, and dad would be in the
way of some rapists to have married his mom for this purpose. In a country with
such good laws to divide church and state Michael thought, it would be
wonderful for a special religion to allow forced divorces and marriages. The
funniest laugh was, that his mommy was so into her own church, that she might
even truly believe in the legality of such a ceremony.

The mommy still fit in her wedding dress but with the knifed alterations she
was no innocent looking bride this second time around. Strategic cuts showed
off her mommy-tits, and ass, and especially her pretty mommy-pussy as the
wedding-march was put on the family stereo. It must have been confusing for the
mother how everything was happening but than how could she understand that it
was all just magik?

For the ceremony and the vows the family bible was used and when she had been
forced to say her 'I do' a single tear spoke that it was so very real for her.
The marriage had just one last surprise for the helpless little bitch.

You say we are animals anyhow, so this is how we are going to mark you as what
is ours.

She wanted to scream as she was put to her knees but it was all so fast she had
to shut her mouth. The black boy aimed his piss at her forehead to start her
whole face-soaking, while Michael wanked on his own cock about to erupt. The
magik worked again to make the piss special. It lasted for eternally long
minutes until the once-proud mother was soaked in the piss. Her hair was a
mess, her face was all wet and her precious, ruined wedding-dress was
practically see through where it was not just cut open. The mom could not even
open her eyes without feeling the sting of the urine so all she heard was...

Get ready for the reception bitch.

In regular weddings the marriage is made official by a kiss for the bride and
then everyone at the reception gets in on the act during the receiving line, so
now why should the magik wedding be any different. Time had no meaning as they
all took their turns. She gagged and she choked as they got her mouth open. It
went in her eyes, her ears, and her nose; she got covered in piss from her head
to her toes.

Come for me child show your godmother how you like your dream come true.

I am coming fantasy godmother. I wish that I put it on my mom without her
knowing it is me.

Imagine it and all is possible, precious. She will now see you as just one of
these boys. She will not even be able to sense how small your cock really is.
Grab her and laugh while you have your little cum on her wet face.

To the boy it was like heaven as he pulled his mom's hair and aimed his cock at
her face.

I am coming on you bitch. You will never be the boss again. I want my cum in
your eyes and for you to drink it too.

Cum my child... cum on your mother. Now put it in her mouth to show her who is
the new boss.

Mom had to swallow some.

Yes she did sweety, but your load was quite small. Now we should get on to
having her raped for real so she learns what cum really is and can have your
brothers.

My mom is going to get really knocked-up?

Your mommy-cunt's birth control is useless to stop magik babies and they will
all be as black as coal. You can watch as the babies will grow big in your
mommy every day till they get born and then will come years of more of mommy-
lessons learned.

Mommy will not love any of the black babies more then me, will she?

Of course she will child... you know that is true. She can have no abortion so
her fate is now sealed. You may want to keep your father but he will never
stay... we could even need the insurance money so... you better be prepared.

Not my daddy?

Hush child. This is a fairy tale so we can not talk about 'that' but yes is the
answer and please do not cry... this is a happy time because your mom is to be
raped. Now show me your laugh and watch the black breeding.

We got special fertility drugs for you bitch so your precious little pill won't
be saving you. We will probably breed you with five or six bastards the way
these drugs work.

"No this can't be real," the horrified mother tried to convince herself,
desperately. Oh yes bitch you have always thought you were the best mommy in
the world, trying to be such a boss to your son even today. Now you can be a
mommy some-more, only these new babies will never let you be the boss of them,
ever. After you are filled all big in your tummy for nine long months your true
hell will begin as a family-sex-slave.

The needle injected her ass full of the magik liquid instantly seeking out the
pill in her system and erasing it good. Special hormones stimulated her
biological track and in just twenty seconds she was already ovulating.

That boy was joking right... mom can not really have six babies?

You heard on the news child... that woman in England? Some bitches can have
even eight at a time, but don't start to complain now, cause it is much, much
too late and this is all your fantasies anyhow.

Is my mommy... going to have eight?

No my little Michael we are magik so she will have twelve. I have even used my
magik to bend all the laws of time and physics for them to be here today.

THESE ARE MY BROTHERS!?

Of course they are child... you were never good enough to have your mother as
you wanted so with magik we will make her the family-sex-slave she was always
meant to be with the only children that are worthy. With your dad to be gone
forever, she will be kept in her place in a never ending magical mulatto family
gang-rape. Now quiet yourself while your mommy is bred.

Held on the bed she started to cry; tears were now harder, she was beginning to
dry. To know it was her own that was doing the deed; put wood back to Michael
and allowed the act to proceed. It was all his dream this perverted little
scene; even if getting replaced, left him feeling unkeen.

Cum for me bitch. The video is taping. Cum on my black cock for your husband to
be shown. Everyone is getting this video. Your old bag mother will stroke out
to see precious angle taking a black-breeding. Your church will have it up on
the giant screen for 'family movie night.' The Internet begs for this type of
action. Everyone will laugh at the white mommy's breeding. Now FUCKING-CUM, you
cunt, so we can just do it.

The act of child making is magical in itself. Sperm from the stud conquering
the eggs of the bitch. Mixing to produce the next generation. It can be so
beautiful as the fulfillment of true love, or such a terrible ordeal when a
result of rape it is an assignment of eighteen years of living hell. The poor
mom knew her only hope would be not to cum. Why did the sex feel so fucking
good? A girl should never love it like this. To be fair, the mom was at the
mercy of magik, but the panic in her eyes took no comfort in that which she was
hopeless to understand. Then the black youth filled her with his potent seed in
perfect synchronism to her own shameful orgasm. His swimmers guided with all
that was evil. Twelve found the mark and fulfilled that which was destiny, and
as mother and child, finished their fuck, the godmother once again took Michael
by the hand.

Wasn't that wonderful child. She will be a better mom now. We can even let her
know it was you that ruined her.

No don't do that. She will hate me.

Child you love your mother true, but a boy can not have a slave-mother if he is
unable to be honest. A mother will never 'give' any of this to her children.
When kids want their mommies they must be big boys and girls and act with
purpose. Fantasy Godmothers can only do so much, but every boy has the ability
to create his own sex-slave-mom. It is too late for you now because you have
been replaced by your own inability to act. Your mommy was always fated to end
up a rape-toy as are all girls that act too clean and good. She 'will' know it
was you that agreed to allow this to happen, but fear not for any punishment as
your dad will not be back, and as you can see now, your mommy is destroyed.

It was all so true as all twelve of her mulatto son's went at the mom, one
after another, after another until for the very happy ending, one of the
bastards applied the ink that would publicly tattoo her for easy
identification. She was just one of many moms the fantasy godmother would help
ruin as the world was going to become a much darker place.

As always I am Mkarl
Serving a New Millennium
mkarl2000@hotmail.com

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