Southern Belle

"How about we try some historical fantasy?"

"Okay, what's that?"

"Well, I have an idea. Start walking towards me."

You do as she says, and as you come closer, everything around you changes. The walls and the floor are now made of rough wood, covered with straw and dirt. The lights go out, replaced by softer lights that barely cut through the darkness. You hear strange noises and smell the overwhelming odor of manure.

But as you put your hands on your girlfriend, you catch a glimpse of your hand. It's now black as coal. You look down, and realize that your entire body is now that of a naked male African, with big chest muscles and a bald head. Your hands and feet are paler in color, and when you feel the inside of your mouth, you realize you don't have a tongue in there anymore.

Your girlfriend has also changed: She's now wearing a big dress that leaves her shoulders exposed and gloves that reach up her elbows. On her feet are sturdy leather boots caked with mud. Her blond hair is in curls and ringlets and her face is covered with makeup, including a bright red color on her lips.

"Oh, Brutus, I love you so, but if my father catches us, he'll take more than your tongue. But I don't care. The Yankees will come marching down, and this cruel war will be over, and I'll be all alone once that greedy bastard runs off with his silver. All I want is to feel you inside me, Brutus." She begins to rub your cock with her silk gloves and you feel it getting hard.

"Take me. Take me and fill me with your seed. We'll have babies and a family and no one will ever come between us again."

Grunting, you pick her up and tear her undergarments away before mounting her directly on your throbbing cock. Her vagina, to your surprise, still has its hymen intact. As you break through, blood seeps out onto the floor.

"Brutus, you've taken my virginity. I belong to you. Ravage me."

You begin to move slowly, but then pick up speed as you gain confidence. Your cock swells up, and when you feel it about to burst, you grab tightly onto Miss Bertha and flood her insides with warm cum.

She directs you to put her down so she can suck on your cock, still hard and stiff. You notice how it pulses and throbs as she stimulates it, feeling the need to cum again. This time, before you explode, you **** her off so the sticky mess goes all over her face.

"My makeup!! Brutus, get me something to wipe my face!!"

You give her the torn underpants to use, and she cleans her face, wiping off enough makeup to cover the whole of the white panties in a colorful mess of red and black. Her face is now plain and even a little pockmarked. When she begins to cry, you gently hold her in her your strong arms.

"Brutus, I'm terrified. How are we going to survive? I know nothing of being a poor man's wife, and you-you'd probably be killed by some bushwhacker just for the sport of it. No one will ever accept us being together."

You wipe away the tears streaming down her face and help her undress so she's completely naked. Her clothes go into a pile of garbage at the far end of the barn, and you pick up a handful of wet mud and smear it all over her body until every inch of her is black.

"Brutus, I know, it would be so much easier if I looked the same as you, but this is how God made me. All we can do is make a life for ourselves somewhere far from here. We only have each other to love, but that's all we need."

You pick her up and carry her over to a wagon pulled by an old horse. Climbing up to the seat, still naked but finally happy and content, you drive her away from the plantation as the enemy's artillery sets the main house on fire. You find an old blanket to wrap her in, and she calmly sits next to you as the life you once knew vanishes like the changing winds.