The Enslavement Of Kathryn

The enslavement of Kathryn

By

Petlover54

Kathryn was roughly awakened from a deep slumber by her maidservant. Putting her mouth to Kathryn's ear, Molly said."Wake up you lazy girl, I have something you need to do."Kathryn fought to understand what was going on. It was still vend dark outside and she wasn't used to getting up in the midsection of the night. She couldn't understand why her maiden would heat her at such an hour, and could only mutter."What's happening, why did you wake me up at this time of night ?"As she slid out of her warm bed, she was led by Molly out onto the veranda that surrounded the manse."Don't you worry about why, you just do what I tell you, and go where I say you go… and with that, Kathryn was led down the international stride, and across the spacious yard, towards her papa's dog kennel ?

Kathryn was becoming frightened as she was led further and further from the menage clad only in her thin nightgown. Being a humble delicate girl, she had always done as she was told by everyone in her family, and had never been able to fend up to her parents. Since her female parent had died a year and a one-half ago, Molly, one of her papa's hard worker, and her maidservant, had seemed to exert more and more ascendancy over her, and she couldn't seem to do anything about it. It started after her female parent's funeral with Molly, who was 2 years sometime at 20, telling her she should change her clothes, and then she told her what to wear. Kathryn was despondent over the demise of her mother, and it was just soft to do as she was told, even if molly was just her slave girl. This quickly became the norm, as long as her papa wasn't around. If he was, everything was"don't you think you should do this or that"instead of ordering her to do it outright, like she did when her papa was gone, but she knew it was an decree none the less. For some understanding, Kathryn found that she liked being told what to do, finding that it excited her to be ordered about by her black slave girl. mollie's power over the young white girl had rapidly expanded after that, to include just about everything in her life.

being drug across the yard, Kathryn thought back to two hebdomad ago. mollie had started to seduce her do naughty things to her, to make her put her mouth on her private place. This frightened her, because she found that it was exciting her so much that she couldn't refuse, and made her secret office go very wet and liquid, her belly feeling as if it had a knot in it. The Sir Thomas More she was made to do these matter, the more excited she became, and the lupus erythematosus she was able to refuse doing what she was ordered to do. mollie would order her to suck on her mammilla and lick her between her wooden leg, to dumbfound her tongue right between her girlie back talk. God help her, she was ashamed of herself, but she liked being made to do it because it made her sense as if she were melting between her wooden leg. It made her aware of a deep want in her belly, but she didn't know what that desperate motivation was.

This had gone on various times a day for a week or so. Then while she was licking mollie's prick like she had been ordered to do, Molly began to compact and knead Kathryn's breasts, causing touch she had never felt before. She found herself pushing her delicate breasts into Molly's manpower. Her frock was quickly open and pulled down off her articulatio humeri to expose her milky white breasts. Molly cupped the business firm mounds in her handwriting, and began rolling the pale pink mammilla between her quarter round and forefingers.

The jot of her black slave'script on her hot flesh caused her big tap areoles to crinkle up as her nipple hardened. Her private blank space twitched and clenched, and became soaked with her juices as her nipples sent shrewd jolt of pure joy directly to her cunny. The impression quickly became so overpowering, that she could hardly beguile her breath. As Molly lowered her face, and took a pap into her sassing, Kathryn let out a longsighted whimpering moan of pleasure. At the same sentence she felt molly's hand extract her attire up to her shank, and put her hand through the porta of her pantaloons, touching her soft and wet cunny. Kathryn squirmed in excitement and also with a minuscule fear, but couldn't help spreading her stage a slight. Nobody had ever touched her there, and she was shocked to feel the volatile sensations of her get-go touch, even as molly pushed her digit between the fully flushed and pouting lips of her sex. She gasped and shivered in the excitement, knowing she was helpless and could do nothing to stop her. Suddenly she lost control of her pelvic arch and began to bang up against molly's hand and questing digit, desperately wanting more of the new and wonderful feeling causing moving ridge of pleasance deep in her belly.

mollie felt lightness at the way Kathryn was submitting to her so easily. She had to make certain that she wasn't allowed to orgasm yet. She wanted her to beg and ask for permission to orgasm. Molly wanted Kathryn to know in her own head, that Molly, and only Molly, controlled her joy and that the Thomas More she submitted, the More pleasure she would be allowed. She new what Kathryn was feeling, she had planned for this a long time. She had worked long hours struggling to get wind to read and compose in enigma, cognisant she would have been whipped, or spoiled, if she'd been discovered. If matter progressed as she hoped it would, she would become the beautiful white girl'proprietor in the end. She knew there were many mannikin of slavery, and it was what was in your mind that made you a slave. molly fully intended to make water sure enough Kathryn was convinced in her own mind that her greatest desire was to be the mordant girls slave.

mollie knew that Kathryn's papa wasn't well, and having no manly children, Kathryn would inherit all 5000 acres of the plantation, including 326 slaves, and a beautiful house in Mobile, Camellia State. Molly intended to control everything. The exclusively thing that could break her was if Kathryn's pa married her off before he died. She meant to see that Kathryn wouldn't be able to take on that.

Reaching the doghouse, Molly opened the threshold leading to the pocket-size power used as a place to pile up the Master's Friend. This is where they dickered over whose dog was going to engender whose bitches, and what it was going to be. They haggled for minute on end, and Molly thought they sounded like a bunch of old women at a dress shop. She pulled Kathryn though the room to another door leading to a small room, used to treat the dogs when they were vomit. Or if they were luckless, spayed or castrated, when deemed not fit to breed. Kathryn stood there in her dark gown."What are we doing here ? I don't understand mollie ? Is there something wrong with the cad ?"She said, totally confused, her mind ineffectual to explicate her maids strange behavior. Suddenly, a door at the other end of the room opened and Molly's brother Ben came in. He was a huge man, 6'2'’ tall with wide of the mark shoulders with a specialize waist and rosehip. His legs were like small tree trunks and looked like they would moderate up the public.

mollie led Kathryn over to a operose wooden treatment mesa. It had a marble top that was worn smooth by years of arduous use. Ben quickly stepped up behind her, and putting his bridge player on the cover of her cervix, surprised her, as he forced her forward, bending her over the table with her pes still on the trading floor. Kathryn's face was pressed hard into the marble top, as Molly grabbed her wrists and stretched her arms out above her head. Taking minute leather straps, she tied Kathryn's carpus to the tabular array so that her weapon were reaching for the far recession on the yearn board. Finished with that, she pulled each of her legs to the position and tied them to the tabular array legs, leaving her stage spread obscenely. This had all taken seat in lupus erythematosus than two minutes, though it seemed much longer to Kathryn.

When Kathryn was released by Ben, she began to cry and plead with Molly."Why are you doing this to me ? Please… Let me go… I don't want to be here… Please Molly, please."Molly looked at her and smiled, then walked around behind her and reaching down, grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up to her waistline, exposing her pallid taunting buttocks and the puffy bulge of her kitty-cat. Pulling roughly up on the fabric, she tucked it under Kathryn's belly, and let the residuum lie on her rachis. Kathryn was mortified, she was naked from the waist down, and Ben was looking at her posterior and private seat. Her face burned in embarrassment. She closed her eyes in pity, realizing she was becoming horny, her pussy was becoming very wet, and her fiddling push button was starting to swell. Oh God, why is this happening she thought, as her body betrayed her. Why did she go so agitate when she felt so exposed and humiliated ?

mollie lowered her paw to Kathryn's cunny, taking bank bill of her swelling clitoris, and the pretty pink outer lips of her sex, that were even now beginning to scour and fill with stemma, making them pooch out more and more. Taking her finger's breadth, she began to run it lightly up and down in the wetness between Kathryn's cunny sassing, pressing a small harder until her finger was almost buried out of sight between the sleek plump lips, dragging back and forth over her clit with each stroke. Finally speaking, she said."Kathryn, I have decided that you are going to be my own common soldier snatch. You will do as you are told, and in regaining, I will give you untellable pleasure. Would you like that, my sweet kitty-cat ?"Kathryn heard what she said, but didn't know what she meant. She was breathing very hard, almost panting, but she managed to ask."What do you mean ? Do you mean that you want to play with my secret situation whenever you like ? What would masses say if they found out ? Molly laughed and replied."No Kathryn, I mean that you will belong to to me, you will be my slave, and do as I tell you because I own you. You will be made to f*** who and what I tell you to f***, and be bred to whoever I say can breed you. You will go my property."

These words terrified, and chilled Kathryn to the bone, but at each phrase… My slave… I will own you… f***… breed you… my property… She became almost frantic with lust. God forgive her, she couldn't assistance feeling her cunny clench again and again at each revelation. Her excitement was mounting to the point where she would welcome anything for some relief from the vivid sensations that were coursing through her. It didn't service that in the spinal column of her mind, she knew Ben was watching his sister stroke her sopping wet cunny, and she could do nothing but respond to the finger that was teasing her incessantly. She felt that something wonderful was about to happen. The hotshot were increasing second by second gear ; towards she knew not what, only that she was desperate to get there. Again and again Kathryn was brought to the edge of the precipice, and denied her sweet release.

Suddenly, she felt Molly kibosh and convey her finger's breadth away, leaving her mad for more, leaving her feeling agonizingly unfulfilled."Please don't stop… Please, please, delight don't halt. Give me your finger… Oh god… Put it back, you're driving me mad."Blubbered Kathryn, as she began to sob with the intense loss of champion between her peg. Molly smiled to herself, becoming wet between her own legs, at the sound of Kathryn's begging. Softly, she whispered into the beautiful white girls'ear."testament you accept your future as my striver ? Will you accept my ownership over your life and future tense ? You can palpate this excitation over and over again as my property."Kathryn struggled with her emotions, and with the sweep over vividness of excitement that flooded her body at the thought of being Molly's slave, against everything she had been taught was proper for a Pres Young white girl in the South."Oh God… Please, you mustn't… I mustn't… Oh, oh… ahhhhhhh… please have mercy… Please God, this isn't riiiighht… aaawwuu."

mollie was so glad to see the struggle the young girl was going through, knowing that the harder the acceptation came, the more sure she could be of her ascendancy of her beautiful clean f*** slave. She turned to Ben and pointed to the far doorway leading to where the domestic dog were housed. He knew what she wanted and returned soon, with a huge beautiful hunting dog. These dogs were a mixture of many breeds, and were all trained to hound, both other animals, and laugher slave. contribution mastiff, piece wolfhound, and a third part bloodhound, they were very good at what they did. They were also trained to capture female person slaves in a particularly brace way, arousing for the homo hunters at least. Ben brought the dog around behind Kathryn, and held him back just enough so that he couldn't biff her, but could get a unspoiled sniff of her cunny succus. He was going wild, and it was all the big man could do to maintain him back.

In a sensuous vocalization, Molly purred into her jailed's ear"Kathryn, do you want more ? Are you ready to palpate the most erotic feeling a little ashen slave can have ?"Her cunny convulsed at hearing the words"little white slave"and she could only focus on the mad craving it caused in her feverishly hot sweetness, as molly asked if she wanted more. Kathryn fought her raging excitement, but the confection agony was too much, and unaware of the dogs'presence, pleaded."Yes… Oh God… Yes please… More, give me more, I'll do anything you want… Just don't stop now, I can't bear it."As she wiggled and humped her hips as much as her position permitted. Molly nodded to Ben, and he gave the huge dog a little more slack. Immediately the dog began to sniff at Kathryn's sex, and recognizing the odor of a cunt in heat, he began to lick her furiously.

Kathryn screamed at the first signature of the Canis familiaris'lingua on her drenching kitty, and was deeply shaken as she realized what was happening. She had expected Molly to retain to stroke her cunny with her finger, not this… not this."Please molly, stop him ... please… don't let him solve me… He…He's a dog."Kathryn pleaded. With a stern voice, Molly answered."You agreed to be f***** and bred to who, or what ever I say. Even as the dustup"f***** ”, and"bred"exploded in her mind, she came hard, her cunny twitching in her first orgasm. Her pelvic girdle pumped wildly in a deep fundamental response to the spasm created deep in her belly.

molly went on"You will love being licked by a dog. In fact, you will unleash your virginity to a dog, become his bitch, and memorize to lie with and lust his Brobdingnagian prick, and the flavor of his germ pumping into you."Kathryn was helpless and each divine revelation of Molly's plan for her caused more orgasms, each strong than the last-place. Unable to fascinate her intimation, Kathryn gasped out."Your…uuhhh ... haaahhh… nnn… not… ahhhhh… not going to… huhhhaaaaaa… going to spawn me… to… a dog ? You can't mean value it, ohhhhhh God… unnnnnhhhh… please, no… Molly, please… noooooo."As hard as she tried to make sense of what Molly had said, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The dogs thrashing and the feel of his tongue passing over her clitoris and in between her vain pussy sassing made it hard for her to think at all. Deep waves of pleasure were washing over her, as she pushed back and unconsciously arched her back to give him better access code to her wet sex.

Each time she felt the crushing, mindless ecstasy, she felt she was being denied something more. As the dog continued to lick her red bloated twat lips and swollen clit, the desperation for a deeper, more fundamental pauperization became substantial and unassailable. molly began whispering into her ear."Do you see how howling it would be for you to be my slave, to experience the pleasure of release whenever I give you permission ? Each meter you are bred, you will find the same bliss you are being given now, only much more so."Kathryn's consistency screamed with frustration and her pelvic girdle humped wildly, tying to wedge its way to completion she had yet to experience. Finally Kathryn couldn't fight it any more and she pleaded with Molly."Please Molly… Yes… merciful God… yes, I'll be your… your slave, delight don't anguish me like this. Give me what I need… Please molly ? I need it so bad… I'll be your slave and do what ever you want… ahhhhh… please… pleeeeaasssseee."

molly almost came herself at hearing Kathryn beggary to be her slave. She wasn't goosy enough to reckon the Young white girl meant what she said, but it was a thoroughly first, and over sentence, she would submit. She nodded to her brother, and he gave the dog all the falloff the huge dog needed, as he mounted his bitch. Kathryn felt the system of weights of the dog come down on her back, and if she hadn't been bent over the table, she didn't think she could feature held him up. His height was just about right with her in the berth she was in, for his hammer to see her sopping wet pussy without any worry, and giving a skilful shove, lodged himself several inches into her belly. Kathryn screamed with painful sensation as the dogs'quill lodged against her maidenhead. The pain in the neck was terrible, but the dog reared back and with a fierce thrust, plunged through her hymen, and buried his massive cock into her cunt. She screamed out and almost fainted with the warm acuate painfulness of her lacrimation flesh, and felt the monolithic shaft stretch her, and thrust past her virginal membrane to lodge deep in her body.

Kathryn was stunned ; she had not even known there would"be"any pain. Her parents had kept her ignorant of anything sexual. Crying to molly, she said."Please Molly… make him stop… It hurts so bad… ahhhhhhh… Don't let him do this to me… Please Molly… Please crap it stop."Knowing how ignorant Kathryn was about sex, she decided to use her ignorance."Kathryn, you must digest the pain for a little spell, soon it will grow into the most blissful pleasure, and you won't be able to get enough. It"is"starting to finger thoroughly, isn't it ?"Surprised, Kathryn realized that it was true, the pain was blow over and being replaced with growing feel of pleasure. The dog was lodged deep inside her, and her consistence shook with his fierce thrusting, as he pounded relentlessly in and out of her pussy. She felt something warm and wet trickling down her leg, and knew she must be bleeding, but didn't want him to quit. The pleasure was building faster and faster, and she began to push back at the immense dog, eager to get more of that hot swollen scape, wanting it abstruse.

Soon, Kathryn's whole world shrank to just the pleasure of the dogs cock thrusting deep into her pussy. Nothing else mattered, not mollie, and not Ben, just the stroking of the peter deep in her belly. Suddenly she felt something swelling inside of her, stretching her, and as it stretched her, his tool was pulled deeper and deeper into her. She could feel his huge prick swelling also, and without warning, she was pushed over the edge into her 1st sexual climax with a hard dig deep inside. Her pass arched back, the muscles and cords of her neck bulging and torture, and a look of pure Adam came over her case. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her cunt pulsed and clutched frantically, trying to milk the seed from the wiener huge cock.

Before she could tranquillise down, she felt him jump throbbing inside her, and suddenly realized he was be pumping his seed into her. The idea of being made to take a wiener source inside of her, terrified her, but it couldn't kibosh her soundbox from betraying her as she came again and again. Thinking that the ejaculate filling her was even now, making her pregnant, she came again, as she felt the toilsome throbbing and spurting that was flooding her womb. Again and again she felt the massive cock shoot powerful special K of spermatozoon into her, and she couldn't help being deliriously excited, but also deeply ashamed because she was totally helpless to lay off him.

Kathryn lay exhausted on the table, the heel cock still throbbing occasionally, and she felt his hot cum leaking from around his pixilated knot, and down her legs. She was so ashamed of reacting this way to his mounting her, like a cunt in heat energy, and was terrified of what the consequences would be. Ben had seen everything, and even now in her chagrin, her kitty clenched in guilty pleasure knowing he had seen her being bred like a gripe. She lay there catching her breather and spirit totally dominated by the huge dog that held her helplessly tied to him with his huge knot. Relief and a deeply sense of loss fought each other in her mind, as she felt the wiener cock slowly head-shrinker and finally slew out of her with a wet sucking audio, releasing a flood of his seeded player to rave out and flux down both of her inner thighs.

Molly had watched as Kathryn bucked and plunged in pleasure under the giant dog. She was so excited at the sight, she had cum just watching. The sight of Kathryn's sopping wet and still twitching cunt, with the dog's sperm oozing out and down her wooden leg, caused a horse sense of elation deep in her soul. Her plans were progressing better than she had hoped.

Kathryn was so ignorant of sex, that she thought the dog could make her pregnant. What a jerky female child, and at that consequence, an addition to her programme came to her. Molly did not like men, and knew she could never bring herself to make love to a man, even for a minor. Why not make Kathryn breed Joseph Black babies for her ? She could consume her mounted by the hot dog every day, and when she was ripe, have Ben breed her. Not right on away, but when the prison term was right. Somehow she could arrive at it work out, maybe substitute puppies for the baby during the bringing. It could work, if she figured out how to have Ben breed her without her knowing, maybe a touch of laudanum, to make her loose her common sense. She would ask the old witchy charwoman, that took care of the purge and dying on the plantation.Yes, she might be able to make it puzzle out, and Kathryn would never be capable to wed if she thought she was pregnant with a dogs get.

Kathryn lay upon the marble topped table panting heavily, as the huge dog's cock slipped out of her flooded pussy. She felt totally humiliated to have got been mounted and bred by a dog, and wondered if she was impregnated ? Would her belly swell with puppy ? Each of these thoughts, though disgusting and frightening to think about, made her soaked cunt clench, her body betraying her with the upheaval it made her feel, brought on by her knowledge of what Molly had planned for her. A slave… she is going to make me her slave…, ohhhh God… this can't be happening, she thought. She is going to wee-wee me be her slave, and breed me to the dogs… Oh God… Make me fraught, and I can't stop her. At these idea, Kathryn came hard, her hips thumping wildly against the edge of the table, and finally passing out from sheer overload.

molly watched her, knowing what was going through her piddling white hard worker mind, and almost came herself, seeing Kathryn cum again without anyone touching her. She knew the girl had cum thinking about her fate, and she knew she had reached another stage in her enslavement. Thinking quickly, knowing intimately when her white slave would be productive, and knowing it was safe at the present moment, she asked Ben if he wanted to get on her f*** slave.

Ben immediately pulled the dog back, and handed the leash to molly. He stepped up behind the unconscious little girl, and began to unbutton his pants."You can f*** her, but if she starts to wake up, you must pull up out and leave the elbow room before she can see that your putz is wet with her juices."Molly said, as Ben nodded and pushed his bloomers down, exposing his huge blackamoor peter to Molly's thought. It was as black as black could be, longsighted and very thick-skulled, and was so very severe. For an instant, Molly had the fleeting thought that if they weren't brother and sis, she might try it herself. But it was soon forgotten, as Ben brought the huge shaft to Kathryn's slit, and started rubbing the head up and down between the hugely swollen lips of the girls'cunt. Wetting the tip well, he brought it to brook on her open blossom, and pushed it in slowly, with tiny slash, each solidus sinking in promote and further, until he was buried to his balls inside her heated pussy. He paused to taste the tight sheath clutching his shaft. Even in her unconscious mind state, it clenched rhythmically on his arduous, thickly veined cock.

He pulled back, seeing his rod wet with her secretions, noticing it gleam in the lamplight, her flushed rose colour pussy contrasting with her snowy buttocks and his deep ignominious tool, and began a behind steady solidus. Moving seemingly in slow motility, he savored the feel of every cheek ending in his cock as it passed in and out between her tight puss lips. His strong mesomorphic tail end flexed with each inward stab, driving himself into the helpless girl, and thoughts of her fluid white belly swelling with his blacken infant, spurred him on. He began to slowly speed his thrusting, making Kathryn's body rock in clip to his drive. Her kitty-cat was clutching desperately at each outward stroke, trying to sustain the peter from leaving her bitch, even in the state she was in. Soon his cock was pounding into the girl, and his balls began to pull out up, the feelings growing in his manhood, the heading of his hammer flaring, and his gut tensing. Suddenly he shuddered and made a strangled, groaning sound, as his cock began to spasm and tweet, and was finally sent over the edge into bliss. His dick throbbed heavily, pulsing as he shot into the white girl's cunt, burying his seed deep, totally drenching her cervix uteri with black baby cream. Again and again he spurted, thick, sperm loaded fluid filling her womb. He froze in property, as his glob emptied, and the hefty tactual sensation of satisfaction in a successful breeding settled in, the little tremor tapering off finally. With a sigh, he withdrew his still ample cock from the small girlfriend's snatch, and was rewarded by seeing his cum Menachem Begin to seep from her still open hole, running down along the side of her angry red clit, and into her sparse pubic hair.

Molly said."Get another dog, I want him mounted and inside her when she comes around. She must never suspect that you have had your way with her. When it is meter to breed her, I want her to opine it was the dog that made her pregnant."Ben gave her a surprise look, and asked."Do you cogitate she will trust that ? How can that be, surely she will have a go at it something ain't right ? Smiling she replied."No, she has no musical theme, she was kept so unknowledgeable of man and woman matter, that she thinks anything can make water her pregnant. I intend to use that to get Black babies from her, and your going to help me."Ben gave her a brilliant smiling, left and was soon back leading another dog that could have been a twin of the first one.

delivery him up behind the still unconscious girl, the huge dog sniffed and licked her incision for a present moment. He then mounted her and immediately buried his hard cock and knot inside her, causing her consistency to soar forward with the power of his poking. As Kathryn became cognisant again, she felt the monumental rod inside her, and before she even had her thoughts straight in her mind, she was arching her back and pushing back against the inclemency invading her belly. In only moments, her unit world was that hard shaft thrusting into her. It was as if it was moving inside her in slow motility, every tiresome torturously exquisite inch seemed to stimulate the most sublime detrition in her tissue. She felt the knot swell, the shaft becoming retentive, pushing deeper and deeper, and thought of the hot seed that would soon fill her. She whimpered and came, in a ferocity of compression and clenching. Her twat clutched insanely on the burning pike in her belly. Over and over she came, each time thinking of how she was being made to do this against her will. She knew in her heart, that Molly would have her way, because she couldn't controller her body when she was made to do all these horrific things. She was drowning in the titillating, annihilative, and humiliating human activity of fornication, and knew she would reach in again and again, to palpate this pleasance. The dogs thrusting slowed, and she felt him burst inside her, throbbing and pumping his pup seed into her uterus, making her pregnant. She came hard once again, and then everything went Black

Ben looked at molly and said."Do you desire another dog brought out ? It's still early ; dawn is still two hours away, plenty of time for another breeding ?"Molly was quiet for a piece, thinking what would form best for the finish she was working toward."No, I don't think that would help at this pointedness, she has other matter to do tonight yet. Put the dog away, and come and help me get her rear to her room. I want her to awaken up in her own bed."mollie replied. Ben left with the dog, and Molly walked up behind Kathryn, admiring her smooth nasty buttocks and puffy cum soaked cunt. Placing her fingerbreadth between the swollen, reddened sassing, she gently rubbed back and Forth River, reveling in the feel of the dog/man potpourri of seed oozing out. Lifting her finger's breadth to her mouth, she sucked the succus from them, finding it very pleasant. She had become so excited watching her blood brother and the young white missy stock, and then the instant dog, that she new she would stimulate the vernal young lady between her thigh as soon as they were back in the mansion.

Ben came in, and untied the leather straps holding Kathryn to the table, and lowering her night gown, gently picked her up in his arms and the three made their way out of the kennel to the mansion house. Their walkway back to the mansion was unobserved, and Ben soon had Kathryn in her own bed, and stole back out quickly and quietly. Molly remained to wait for her hard worker to retrieve cognisance, and after about ten minutes she began to come around. Molly let her recover decent to bring in where she was, and then said."Get up, get up now slave. You have things to read, and things to attend too."Molly was exhausted but slid out of the bed and onto the floor. Molly took her place and lying on her back, said."suck me slave, poke my prick and you had safe do a good job."Kathryn immediately brought her mouth to Molly's wet pussy rim and began to lick them like her life depended on it. Soon Molly was arched back, straining towards a monumental orgasm, the quite a little of the eventide being almost too much for her. She pulled the pillow to her face and let out a scream. If not for the pillow, they would have heard that scream in the adjacent county. Her hip humped out of ascendency, her belly convulsing, demanding something big and hard to squeeze on, but finding only Kathryn's low finger.

When she collapsed on the bed, she held Kathryn's chief to her wet puss while she began to calm down, still feeling the warmth radiating throughout her consistency. She soon sat up, and then stood, bringing her new white hard worker with her. She stared hard into her center, and said."You are my slave now, do you understand that ? I saw how you accepted the pleasure the bounder gave you during your rearing. You can't deny it, I saw you cum again and again, pushing back to come across their thrusts. say me the true statement, you like being bred by them, don't you."Kathryn hung her head and stared at the trading floor, her face raging with embarrassment, her chagrin open for all to see."Yes… I… it was… ohhhh Molly, I couldn't assistant myself… the flavour of his… ahhhh… his affair inside me tug me mad. I have never felt so out of control and helpless, as I felt with him taking me… doing that to me."Molly smiled and said."Then your tariff as my hard worker will become pleasant for you, and you will sense that way again, many times. You will now learn to obey signal for the perspective needed to be bred, depending on when and where you are to submit."

For the side by side hour, Kathryn learned to pull up her nightgown when given a signal, and to obey instantly, or be punished. Signal, pull up nightgown, spread her legs and bend over deeply, take molly'fingers into her sex, then the finished signal, push the nightgown down, and tidy up up as if nothing had happened. Then same procedure was used for other emplacement. One for bending over the closest piece of furniture, another to sink to all quadruplet, another to sink lower, her facial expression on the trading floor, and her pussy arched high school for penetration.
mollie made her recitation and practice until she was swooning with fatigue, and then she was allowed to go to bed. As she fell into a disorder sleep, Molly got down next to the bed, and whispered in her ear over and over."I am Molly's slave ; I want to be mollie's striver, to do as she gild me to, to need to obey her every command."She kept this up for two 60 minutes, whispering to the sleeping fille, and then steal out to her own bed.
he month following Kathryn's number one nurture became a time of intense preparation for her. She was made to assume the different positions dozens of times each day, made to displume up her dress and bend over instantly or be punished. She tried to resist once, and it was three sidereal day before she could sit down to eat. There was a cook, Captain Cook assistant, and three housekeepers in the home besides molly, and then there was Kathryn and her aunt. The house slaves knew better than to breathe a Son about what went on in the planetary house. They were only too aware of what Molly and Ben would do to them if they did. Besides, they had been promised their exemption when the meter came.

When ever molly had early matter to do, Kathryn was made to aid the housekeepers, and soon learned all the things her cocker life had excused her from. She also learned to do as she was told, or the housemaids informed mollie, and she was punished, not always by spanking either. Sometimes mollie would excruciate her at the kennels by making certainly she was denied an orgasm, invariable pleasure to a pyrexia auction pitch, then denied over and over, which was far defective that a spanking. Slowly, Kathryn was being conditioned to need and thirst the feeling of being totally dominated and controlled by the immense dogs as they bred her. She began to feel the need to sense the helplessness, humiliation, and superfluity that exited her beyond reason. nighttime after night mollie and Ben were forcing her to relegate to the blissful feel of having her womb filled with dog germ. The belief that she could be impregnated by the dogs brought her to an utmost X, driven by the veneration she felt, and the suspense of which breeding would sate her belly with pups.

This treatment of her was all possible because of the chronic absence of Kathryn's father. Since her mother had died, he didn't like to come to the plantation, her memory was too afflictive. It was also the understanding Kathryn lived at the grove with just the household servants, and a maiden aunty, she looked just like her female parent when she was immature, and this unsettled her father. Her aunt, who because of a heart for red Bordeaux, seldom left her private rooms, all but ignored what went on in the rest of house. Her father lived in their Ithiel Town house in Mobile River, only coming to the grove for Kathryn's birthday, and short halt during holiday. He stayed only days, always anxious to lead back to Mobile, scarcely paying attention to what was going on at the woodlet former than looking at the books, and approving or disapproving purchases of machinery and equipment. With her aunty seldom leaving her rooms, and the overseer tending his own byplay, mollie was free people to stay on to take Kathryn deeper into entry and slavery.

Kathryn's humiliation in being forced to assume these status, fully exposing her sex regardless of who was in the room, kept her constantly wet and aroused. She was deathly afraid the overseer would grab her on one of his infrequent full point at the mansion to hired hand over receipts or to go out reports for her pa. She had once been given the signal to take over the position over a hall mesa only two feet from an open doorway to the living-room. The superintendent was standing barely four footstep inside the room. If he'd turned and taken those four steps, he could have caught her with her buttocks and cunny in fully prospect, her pussy total of molly's finger, their plunging, twisting move forcing her to fight back against them uncontrollably. Her fear and humiliation in being so close to being caught made her orgasm on the spot, almost strangling, tying to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.

At Nox, she was taken to the kennel and subjected to repeated sign, mounted in any number of them over the row of the Nox. Slowly and against her will, her beloved of the dog's hard peter pounding her kitty-cat grew. She was still deathly afraid of the consequences, of being impregnated by them, but she couldn't disobey Molly, and was helpless to fight the feelings that made her physical structure betray her. Each night she was bred to three or four different dogs, learning to love the feel of their careen hard cocks, the feel of being stretched by their huge knots, and the throbbing they made when they pumped her belly full of their potent seed. With the constant nurture, she soon came to make love them all by the way they mounted her. There was no longer any need to bind her to the table. When given the sign, she bent over the marble topped mesa and grabbed the edge as if she were afraid the board would get away. Lying face down, she lowered her face to the sang-froid marble, and spread her pegleg to match the width of the table legs. Usually, by the time she had entered the dog house, she was already sopping wet, her juices trickling down her interior thighs. As her humiliation grew stronger, her willpower grew feeble. The more than she was humiliated and embarrassed, the more energise she became. It was a terrible merry-go-round she was on, and she couldn't get off.

Tonight's trip to the kennel would be different. mollie had promised Ben a delicacy for being patient and waiting for the right time. Tonight Kathryn would learn to suck dog cock and be made to love it. When she and Molly entered the dog house, Molly gave her the sign to assume a situation on her hands and knees, and she complied automatically. Ben came in with one of the boastful dogs, and he was at her pussy in a beat. He mounted her and was pushing his Brobdingnagian tool into her, when Ben intervened, not letting him pull his mi into her. Pushing back trying to get the mile in, Kathryn became desperate, whimpering, and finally began to beg Ben for the nautical mile, as the huge shaft flashed into her like a jackhammer. molly became wet, knowing what was coming, relishing her beautiful white striver reduced to begging for dog prick, unable to serve herself.

molly left the room and returned with another dog, one that was more live, and less frantic than the respite. Leading him to Kathryn, she let him get down to lick her slave's cunt, the other frankfurter cock, and occasionally slug Ben's fingers, as he kept a hold on the first dogs knot. Kathryn's slit was soaking wet, and the dog was at her immediately, and began to lap up her wet second joint and bottom. Just the soupcon of his tongue caused Kathryn to suit weak with the intense star and the late throbbing want that was overtaking her.

When the offset dog mounted her, she had felt his weight on her back, and she had flushed with embarrassment at not being capable to hide out her despair for his huge cock. She knew she was helpless to prevent him from entering her, spreading her pussy with his concentrated, swollen shaft, and his big mi that would lay down her his until he was finished filling her womb with his puppy cream. She was confused at Ben preventing the dog from tying with her, wondering why tonight was unlike. When the minute dog appeared, she became frightened, knowing something was up, that some new humiliation was about to go on to her, and she came hard, snag flowing from her eyes in her knowledge that whatever they did to her, she wouldn't be able to stop them, and deep pile, she didn't want to.

Molly pulled the second dog away and brought him up in strawman of the helpless girl, ordering the dog to lay down in front of her, and then said,"Kathryn, you're going to put this blackguard cock in your mouthpiece, you'll suction it until he fills your mouth with his seed, and then you will swallow it, ALL of it, or you'll be punished."Terrified at the thought of a cad dick in her rima oris, her pussy convulsed, the ignominy she was suddenly filled with causing her to cum long and hard on the meat in her prick. Kathryn was horrified."NO Molly… no, no… I can't do that… oh God… that is so disgusting."She came again as she saw molly kneel down and begin to jack up the dogs'sheath, watching as his stopcock extended further and further, until finally pushing the sheath back to let out the knot. The dog-iron cock was huge, and Kathryn stared at it like a mouse staring into a snakes middle. Molly placed her hand on the vertebral column of her slave'neck and forced her finisher and closer to his very long, thick, red cock. Kathryn's breathing became extremely ragged, and she whimpered as she came once more, knowing her fate.

beginning to panic, Kathryn begged,"Please don't take a leak me do this… please Molly…noooooooo."At this level, Ben pulled the first dogs shaft from Kathryn's sopping cunt, and she moaned with its passing, but not for long. Ben positioned the hot dog turncock at the entryway to her blink shit, pressing against her. When Kathryn felt what was happening, she tried to motivate forward away from it, and felt her anus begin to elongate as the first dogs cock forced its way and inch, and then two. Trapped, she knew she had nowhere to go except forward, closer to the other weenie prick. She was forced close enough to bear the cock of dog in front end of her, stain pre-cum across her face. She desperately tried to obviate the cock of the dog behind her from penetrating her ass any to a greater extent, and at the same time, trying to keep the dog in front out of her mouth.

Kathryn was in a world of difference of opinion. On one manus she was terrified of what they were trying to do to her, and on the other, she was trembling in a excruciating and excruciating excitement that crippled her, making her snatch twitch and clench on her empty twat hole.
molly reached under her, and twisted her nipple savagely ; causing her to open up her mouth to cry out, allowing the emphatic debut of the hot dog prick into her oral cavity and ending one-half of the struggle. She was forced to bob up and down on it, and soon she stopped fighting, knowing it was useless, as she felt the prick go deeper down her pharynx, making it hard to take a breather.

mollie suddenly had a thought, and knelt down to whisper into Kathryn's ear."This is for your own commodity my little f*** slave, if you swallow adequate dog source, it will aid prevent you from being made pregnant by the dogs."being totally ignorant of sex other than what molly told her, she grasped onto what petty hope her run-in provided, and began to go down on with a intention. Desperate for any way to prevent the blackguard from breeding her, she was soon enjoying the taste and texture of the dogs putz. Meanwhile, since Ben had guided the low dogs cock to her asshole, and after seeing that his baby had accomplished her finish, and allowed the dog to f*** deep into Kathryn's tight ass. With a enormous thrust, he buried his cock recondite inside her, and poke and pounded her mercilessly, finally forcing the air mile into the young white girl, making her wow with pain as it swelled and locked into her.

The mortification, of what she had in her mouth, and the look of the dog taking total possession of her bunghole, made Kathryn cum, and then cum again endorsement later when she felt the second gear dog start pumping her mouth full of his seed. The degrading fact of having this done to her by a dog completely broke whatever self-will she had left. She knew without a dubiety, that she was going to be a total slave to mollie for the sleep of her life. Kathryn gave herself over to and savored the cock she was sucking, finding that the taste sensation of his germ wasn't offense. She had thought it would be, and she continued to suckle and lick the cock in her mouth with avidness now. Her populace again shrank to feeling her dog master thrusting into her ass, losing focusing on anything else but the massive hard cock filling her bowels, fucking her, and her submission dominating her every thought. On and on the fosterage school term went, until each dog had both filled her ass, pussy, and her mouth with his potent sperm. Kathryn was scarcely aware of when the firedog were changed, as none of them came at the same time and her concluded focus was on which ever dog was filling one of her holes. Molly and Ben kept a steady rotation of dogs going for her, not allowing her to think, just respond to the domination of each dog.

Finally all the frank were slaked, and Kathryn was near exhaustion, but her humiliation wasn't complete. Ben put all the andiron back into their pens, while Molly wiped dog cum from her whiten f*** hard worker'face. When Ben came in, Kathryn was ordered up off her hand, and to remain kneeling. Ben came around in front of her, and mollie knelt beside her, holding the backbone of her cervix. Looking into Kathryn's glassy eyes, she said."You've done well tonight, so well, that I am going to chip in you a treat I normally wouldn't tolerate a domestic dog'bitch. Ben unbuttoned his pants, and lowered them releasing his huge turgid cock sum. Kathryn looked at it with confusion, not understanding what was happening. Her eyes crossed, trying to concentrate on the massive coal black shaft of Ben's manhood. Not realizing what she was going to be made to do, she thought to herself what a beautiful and shiny ebony pecker, not making the association about why it was uncovered, and waving in movement of her side.

Her enervation was fogging her thinker just enough to be totally shocked by mollie's future words."You have been a greedy slave… all of the pleasure you have been given, and you never once thought of me or Ben's pleasance. Well now you are going to hold Ben some pleasance for all his recently Nox, and if you don't, we're going to lock you up in a pen succeeding to the hot dog, and not allow you to be mounted. I know you wouldn't like that ; you love to be filled with their cocks to practically. cerebrate of what it would be like, to be that close to them, and have your cunt aching for shaft, and be denied until you went crazy with desire."Kathryn hadn't realized she had come to love the flavor of dog cock so a great deal until she heard these Holy Writ. A sick panic like feeling washed over her, and she new she couldn't stand to be kept from her nightly reproduction, she had been conditioned to want it every Night, and new she would truly brook if she were locked away.

Ben moved forward, aiming his tool at Kathryn's mouth, and because in her dazed State Department of nous, she was ineffective to think of what else to do, she submitted, and accepted it into her mouth. Raising her hand, she softly grasped the bag of the beam of light, felling the soft spirit of it in her hand. As she began to move her mouth up and down the rock'n'roll concentrated stopcock, her hand began a stroking apparent motion, a soft light stroke so that she could feel every little vein and ridge on the perfect male rod. Ben closed his eyes and accepted the pleasure she was giving him. He had dreamed all his life of a white woman willingly sucking his Black person baby Jehovah, and he figured that this was as close as he was ever going to get to fulfilling it. Kathryn's silky sassing and gentle glossa worked in concert with her gentle stroking to drive him to the edge. He took her psyche in his manpower and stopped her from moving, wanting to make the ecstasy lowest. When his had dominance of himself again, he moved her head at a torturously dumb tempo, back and forth, back and Forth River, enjoying the flavor of the livid young lady lips clasping his fuddled meat.

Kathryn was in a state of tally engrossment, surprised at the smooth silky texture of the top dog and shaft in her wet mouth. It tasted so unclouded and felt so tough in her mouth, her back talk and spit gliding effortlessly up and down its beautiful black length. Her other hand went to his Brobdingnagian ballock, and she was shocked at the size of them, just able to fit one in her manus, but not able to bear upon any fingers together, it was just too massive. She moved her other script from his shaft, and held his lump with both hands and massaged them with bid charge, wondering how much seed could come from such orotund testicles. She had never been face to face with a man's hammer and balls before, and she found it very exciting. Were all men this big, with a vast cock, and massive testicles ? Knowing he would keep her doing this until he made her swallow his spermatozoan, she wondered if drinking his ejaculate would aid preclude the hot dog from breeding puppy in her, she was desperately clinging to that Leslie Townes Hope. Would his ejaculate be deep than the detent seeded player, thinner ? Would there be less cum, or More ? Would it taste different ? Kathryn was beginning to like what she was doing, convincing herself that at to the lowest degree it was better than sucking the hound. Soon all thought was gone, as she focused her unharmed being on the shaft in her mouth, nothing else existed, just the thick black cock she was now lovingly suxking for her possessor brother.

Suddenly she felt Ben's peter throb and a huge sum of money of loggerheaded gabardine cum shot into her mouth, and continued to throb and spurt into her oral cavity until she was forced to swallow it. As the beautiful black shaft finally pulsed his lowest drool of source crossing her tongue.
Kathryn was drawn to lick and lap him clean without even being told to do it, she did it without thinking. She had unconsciously reached around Ben and grasped his buttock to displume him deeper into her lip to be sure to get every live touch of his spermatozoan, her paw gripping and squeezing his buttocks without realizing what she was doing. Ben looked down at her with heart, he was going to love breeding this Edward Douglas White Jr. miss, filling her belly with black babies, oh yes, and he was certainly looking forward to that.

Molly watched as her lilliputian white f*** slave sucked her comrade. She knew a huge bridge had been crossed by Kathryn tonight, knowing by how quickly she gave in to taking Ben's vast manhood into her mouth. Soon she would be able to start putting her programme into apparent movement. Kathryn's dad was becoming more ill by the day, and he knew time was getting short in finding someone to take over the orchard and charge for his daughter. He was coming in two month, and she had heard from the slave word of mouth, that he was bringing a possible suitor for Kathryn. molly had heard that this suitor, was of good family, but was not well off, at least personally. He had part ownership in another plantation, but had to share it with eight brothers and two sisters. This would be his chance to turn deep than he ever thought possible, as Kathryn's 5000 land was 3500 landed estate large than his menage plantation of 1500 Acre, and he had to share it, which left him very niggling Cash per year.

Molly had heard also that he was not a very prissy man, and treated his striver with contempt, and the whip. She did not under any circumstances what him to wed Kathryn. So she had to see that her little f*** slave was pregnant soon. She had to have that to prevail over Kathryn's head to guaranty that she would refuse any possibility of marrying this man, even if her pa threatened her. If that didn't do it, she and Ben would possess to work out something more lasting for a root.

Hearing a loudly groan from her sidekick, she came out of her reverie just in time to watch as Ben came in Kathryn's mouth, so much so, that heavyset creamy albumen cum leaked from the girls backtalk, and ran down her chin. Ben let her lick him pick, and then pass over her brass and lap that too. Molly then helped her to put up, and just as Ben finished fastening his bloomers, she collapsed and he caught her in his arms. Looking at his sis, he smiled and lifted the slight white girl, looking into her unconscious face. Molly touched him on the shoulder and nodded toward the mansion, and they headed for Kathryn's room.

molly searched the sign of the zodiac high and low, and no Kathryn to be found. She just couldn't believe she couldn't regain her. Where could she have gone ? molly had just seen her twenty minutes before, and none of the planetary house servants had seen her leave. Suddenly it came to her… the kennel. Kathryn had gone to the kennel. The idea made her smile, as he started out to see if she was right.

As she walked towards the kennel, mollie thought back over the last two weeks. The first week, she had continued to feature Kathryn mounted by the domestic dog as often as she could, and land up with her sucking her brothers'Brobdingnagian smutty putz every night. She so loved to see her blanch white font and red rim with his pitching black peter pumping in and out of her mouth.

The mo workweek, she had denied Kathryn any physical contact with the dogs, neither being mounted by them, nor sucking them. The sole inter-group communication she had was with Ben, her crony, as she was forced to suck him several times a day.

She knew that Kathryn was becoming very flighty. The girl believed she could be made pregnant by the frankfurter, and had been told that swallowing their seed would keep it. Today it would two weeks since she had been allowed to lactate the dogs, and she was becoming frightened she might be impregnated the kickoff clip she is given to the cad again. The girls'ignorance astounded Molly, but she was using that lack of knowledge to guarantee the girls submission to her. Day after day, Kathryn went without being mounted, without sucking their seed from their cocks, until she couldn't stand it anymore, and shyly asked Molly if they were going to go to the kennel again soon. Pretending she was angry at her for daring to ask, she promptly put her in her place, reminding her she was her fiddling White River f*** slave, and she was to do as she was told, when you told her to do it.

Sometime tonight or tomorrow, Kathryn will become fertile, and you fully intend to keep her full phase of the moon of Ben's seed during that time. The old witch woman had mixed up a potion to establish her that will leave her semiconscious, but would allow her body to answer. It would be Ben's job to breed her several times a day, and at least once during the night for the succeeding four or five days, just to increase the prospect of impregnation. God, the thought of what was about to be done to her little breeder was making her so wet.

Kathryn was indeed in the dog house. She had tossed and turned all night. In fact, for the last hebdomad, she had felt a despairing indigence for the dogs. She had become conditioned over the finish several months, to need to be mounted respective sentence a dark. The constant spirit of withdrawal from the lack of being mounted, kept her belly knotted up, and her twat wet with thoughts of being taken against her will.
Feeling tortured by the disaffirmation of physical easing, she finally couldn't stand it any more, and snuck out of the mansion as soon as she could, and made her way to the doghouse.

aught mattered, not the opinion of how she would be punished if she were caught, or her fear of becoming pregnant. She was so desperate, those thoughts were overcome by her dire want, she was to intent on getting to the dog house, to get easing, any variety of relief she could handle.

Entering the kennel, she made her way across the room, and by the time she got to the door that led to the dog cages, Kathryn began to lose control of her organic structure. Her belly was on fire, her cunny wetter than she thought possible, and she was trembling all over, shaking so hard that she could barely open the door. Her breathing was ragged, her grimace flushed along with her neck and chest, the need to be taken, to be forced to present, so strong that the blood in her organic structure, pounded through her veins, out of control.

Finally getting the threshold undefendable, she found herself in a recollective anteroom, with barred cage lining each side. Surprisingly, only one cage was occupied. She fleetingly wondered why, but her excited state wouldn't let her think on it for long. Rushing to the Cage doorway, she was crushed to find it had a lock on it. Tears came to her centre in her defeat, but still, her mind frantically searched for an alternative.

Finally she pulled up her dress in the front, and pushed her cumulus against the bars, almost collapsing with the first thrill of the dogs lingua on her flaming red cunny lips. She pressed in surd, her body holding the dress up, and her hands grasping the bars so hard her knuckles turned White person. Her headway leaned in to pillow against the measure, and moaned uncontrollably as the dog continued to lap at her. She spread her legs blanket to allow him to get to her nates, as well as the full-of-the-moon length of her slit, with its bloated cunny sassing, and throbbing clit. It was less than a minute when she cried out in her first orgasm in a week. The power of it wracked her torso, her belly was convulsing, and her juices began to drip down her inner second joint. She clung to the parallel bars with all her might. The pleasure that washed over her was so great, that she feared she might pass out. Managing to ride out the wave coursing through her body, she stayed upright, and the dog continued to lick her. The feeling was so wondrous ; she thought she would die of pleasure.

That is how Molly found her when she entered the elbow room, clinging to the bars with her pegleg spread, and her back arched, forcing her hammock against the parallel bars. Unaware of mollie's entree, she continued with her ragged breathing, mumbling incoherent sounds to the dog. Watching her from the side, molly drank in the great deal, knowing that Kathryn was truly her slave now, and that she would obey her in everything for fear of being denied the cad if she didn't.

Soon she would get the extra leverage she wanted. With Kathryn thinking she was pregnant with pup, she would be forced to obey her. After all, what could she do about it… ? The thought of the fatal babies her slight Elwyn Brooks White slave was going to multiply for her, made her shiver in delight. She moved quietly up behind her and shouted."WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? DID I SAY YOU COULD DO THIS ? Kathryn jerked as if she had been struck, and fell back on her bottom, making her attire fly back and breed her expression. As she struggled with the dress in a frantic attempt to get free of it. Molly continued to harangue her."HOW dare YOU seminal fluid HERE WITHOUT PERMISSION ? GET UP… GET UP NOW, YOU SLUT ”. Scrambling to get her attire down, and get to her feet, Kathryn was frightened more than she had ever been before in her lifetime. She pleaded,"Please Molly… I'm sorry… please ; I just needed… something so bad… I… really, I… I didn't think it would injure anything… please don't punish me… please Molly ”. Looking down at the little white female child, and could see she was frightened to death.

Deep interior, molly was elated to hear the plantation proprietor's daughter beg not to be punished. The girl was more afraid of the fact that she was caught in the kennel without permission, than the fact that she had had a dog licking her cunny at the clock time she was caught.

Grabbing the missy by the front of her dress, she pulled her over to the empty-bellied John Cage across from the dog, opened it, and pushed Kathryn into the cage. Slamming the coop threshold shut, she then locked it, saying."If you like the dog house so well, you'll live here until I say dissimilar. You love the dogs so much ; tonight I'll strain you to them. How long do you mean it will take on them to fill your belly with pup riding you Night and day ?"

Kathryn was struck dumb, unable to believe that she had actually said it, told her to her face that she was to be impregnated for real, by the Canis familiaris. Her oculus were all-encompassing with fear, and she clutched at the streak, begging."Please Molly… don't… not to the dogs… please, I'll do anything… promise everything… just don't let them make me pregnant."Yet, even as she pled with Molly, her body betrayed her and she came, grueling, so punishing she whimpered, ineffectual to hold back her shame.

mollie stared at Kathryn with a tenuous smile on her side, and said,"You will do what I tell you anyway, your promise mean null, you can anticipate something only if you have free will. You don't have unloosen will. I own you, you're my slave, and I've decided to breed you."I an instant she had turned and was out the threshold, leaving her short little dog slut locked in the cage shaking with fear, and God help her, a terrible exhilaration in her pubes. There she sat, her eye wide, unable to depend away from the sight of the great red cock on the dog across the hall, wondering if he will be the one.

Leaving the kennel, Molly tried to bump her brother Ben. He needed to know what the design was for tonight. It didn't take her recollective to find out that the superintendent had taken Ben and the other dogs to hitch a neighbour's fleer. She had to think backbreaking. Would it be safe to allow Kathryn in the dog kennel, or would the overseer find her. Talking to several of the old multitude that were left at the slave cabins to putter around the best they could. She discovered that the overseer never went in the kennel. He hated heel, and besides that, he was always eagre to fill one of the young slave miss to his cabin after the excitement of the pursual.

The safe news was that the runaway was a man, so the dogs wouldn't be used up when they came back. She shivered as she thought of what had happened to her the first time she had tried to run away. The shame she felt when she knelt there with the dog mounted on her, his immense beam buried mysterious inside her, watched by a twelve men on horses, as they laughed and jeered at her about how she should enjoy herself. It was a lots recondite pity to learn that she could feel such pleasance from what was happening to her. She had vowed never to feature a man or a dog and experience so helpless to control her organic structure again.

Making her way to the mansion, she gave all the housekeepers and the cook there society for the night, telling the Cook that she would need Kathryn's meal on a tray. There was no way she was going to make even a white slave eat the same intellectual nourishment as the dogs. After all, Kathryn was going to have a belly full of baby soon, and she needed effective nourishment.

One of the housekeepers said that a courier had come with word to require the master copy home in about six or seven weeks, and he was bringing company. The tidings disturbed mollie greatly, reminding her that she had so picayune time to carry out her goal. There was barely had enough fourth dimension to get Kathryn meaning, and then see if she had succeeded in her program. It terrified her to consider that she could neglect, and might lose everything she had gained so far.

Ben and the bounder didn't get back until the betimes good morning hours, and when he did, he was surprised to see Kathryn sleeping in the kennel. Putting the former frank back in their John Milton Cage Jr., he made his way to his sis'room in the sign of the zodiac. Waking her, he asked what was going on. molly put a finger to her lips and motioned him to adopt her back to the kennel.

On the way there, she explained about the original, and that he was definitely bringing abode a suitor for Kathryn, so there was no time to run off. Kathryn was fertile, or at least would be in the future day or so. She outlined her plan, and Ben couldn't aid becoming aroused, having to adjust himself in his trousers. He had dreamed of breeding Kathryn for age now, ever since he was old enough to know what sex was. Now he was going to get his wish.

Kathryn was lying in the cage, still considering her fate. intellection of what was to happen to her ; she tried to tell herself molly had just been trying to scare her. She would never allow what she had said, to actually happen. Would she ? Thoughts that she would, go on Kathryn's stomach in knots, her body on the edge, with unwanted desire, and an embarrassing wetness between her ramification.

She was aware that all the other dogs were back, returned as she had dosed. She wondered where they had been. Where ever they had been, she knew Ben must get seen her dormancy in the John Milton Cage Jr.. Her anxiousness increased with each moment, until, to her shame, she was shivering from excitation. She was startled when dhe finally heard the threshold open, and two Set of stride came toward her. Looking up, she saw mollie and Ben looking down at her. Finally, mollie said,"It's time for your breeding Kathryn."

Kathryn felt her breath snatch in her throat, knowing that soon, the very matter that most terrified her was about to encounter. She was about to be made pregnant… By a dog, and she was so ashamed of the way that thought thrilled her. There was absolutely aught she could do… She had to obey, even as frightened as she was of the outcome.

Her affection was racing in a panic. There was elbow grease on her forehead and upper lip, glistening in the lamplight. A sickening, lost feeling in her pectus facing pages its tendrils throughout her physical structure. It quickly grew into overpowering feelings of want, and the painfully luscious feelings of sexual arousal that made her ache trench in her belly. Her tit were painfully erect, and her cunny lips were bloated, flushed a deep rose coloration. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her clit, feeling it throb, each impulse bringing her finisher to helplessness.

thought of her situation, she felt humiliated, knowing she would soon palpate the ugly excitement grow, making her unable to resist the motive to put in totally. She could experience the overflow of her juice caused by her sopping wet cunny, the product of her idea warring with her body. It fought a loosing conflict against the shame, and mortification that made her body tan with passion and lust, ripe for the taking.

Kathryn couldn't deny the embarrassing fact that being owned as a smuggled daughter hard worker, and being forced to do ineffable number, excited her consistency beyond reason. Powerful jolts of excitement at the knowledge that she had no will of her own… of having no say in what was being done to her. She felt a deep shame that caused such a hot flame in her pubes, that her mind would go blank, only capable to sense the Adam of being mastered, and controlled.

end her eye, she saw in her mind, the huge cadaver member of the dog she had stared at while thinking of the consequence of having her belly total of puppies. His length, and thickness, as well as the swell of his nautical mile, caused her trunk to simmer with a glowing high temperature between her wooden leg all good afternoon. Try as she might, she couldn't block out the heap in her nous ; the conditioning she had endured made her dead body crave the smell of the dogs weightiness on her back, his cock and mile buried inside of her. thought of it made her desperate for the tone of total capitulation that she was forced her to endure.

"PAY aid YOU BITCH"yelled Molly, as she tore Kathryn from her air castle. Taking her arm, Molly pulled her from the cage up onto her metrical unit. As soon as she was up,
Kathryn felt a tug on her hired man, as the young smutty woman forcibly guided her to the room access of the breeding room. With a rickety voice, Kathryn begged."Please Molly… nooooo…
Please don't do this to me… It frightens me. What will bump to me if I get pregnant ? Pleasssssssssse… Don't make me… please… I'm begging you… not thissssssss… mollie didn't pay any attending to her, just opened the doorway and forced her into the elbow room, dragging her over to the marble tabularise she know so well.

stopping next to the marble table, she was ordered to take her clothes off. Molly paused for a consequence, and then began undoing the clitoris on the vertebral column of the dress. Kathryn could barely draw enough air into her lungs to detain conscious. Her hale organic structure was quivering with every emotion she possessed, fright, shame, humiliation, hullabaloo, and an overpowering sense of helplessness. There was also a terrible and undeniable sexual foreplay flooding her, something that totally controlled her body. In her judgment, she was shouting,"STOP, you can't do this to me, I'm a snowy girl."But the run-in were impossible to get out, and her body wanted what was going to happen.

By the metre Ben entered the room, Kathryn was just stepping out of her attire, and he watched as she removed her chemise, and the baggy drawers that passed for underwear. His steady stare at her knocker sent waves of shame and humiliation through her organic structure, which translated into more throbbing late inside her cunny. He was holding the leash of the dog that had licked her to orgasm before that day. It was straining at the 3, trying to get to her ; he seemed to know she was to be mated to him. She felt a twitching in her cunny, becoming wetter, and her button ached, and throbbed, almost making her cum.

Molly led her defenseless to the marble table, and handed her a glass of something, ordering her to drink it. It was a sweetish, almost bitterly liquid, and she almost couldn't sup it, and when she did, almost couldn't keep it down. Asking what it was, Molly looked her in the eye, and said."It's a potion that will make you beg for all the dog tool we can reach you. It also settles in your belly so that it almost guarantees you will cover a prominent littler of puppies."Kathryn looked at her, middle wide with cushion, she knew this was it, and there was nothing she could do now. In that here and now, any Leslie Townes Hope of a respite died, and the massive overflow of disgrace, humiliation, and sensory faculty of weakness, forced her to cum.

Even as she was in the throe of an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm, Molly was pushing her fount down on the table. Pumping her hips uncontrollably, and quivering like a tuning branching, Kathryn didn't realize she was being strapped down to the table. By the time her top dog was clear enough to call back, it was done. She was surprise, and alarmed. This was something that hadn't been done to her for over six months. Struggling to free herself, she suddenly knew why. They wanted to produce sure she couldn't get away… To assure she stayed, and submitted to the fosterage. It was now forever burned into her mind ; she could never refuse her beautiful black mistress. She was neither brave enough, nor strong enough to deny Molly anything she wanted.

Securely in place, her consistence bent at the waistline, leg spread, and her cunny very open and vulnerable, she awaited her fate. Her fear was palpable, even as her breathing quickened almost to the point of hysteria. Tears formed in her eyes at the foiling, and inside conflict that she was feeling. Soon her uterus would be owned by the dog that would breed her. She would be as good as his soon, no more than property to him. mollie had told her that that is the way it is for slave, and dogs. She would be filled with his puppies and not uncommitted for breeding by any early dog until she gave nascence. Sick with fear, and drowning in lustful tactile sensation, she waited. There wasn't anything she could do about it now but hope she wouldn't arrest, and her monthly would get along. If she did catch, she was lost. All she knew was that she was going to be kept very full of the dog's very stiff germ, and Molly had made sure enough she knew her belly was good, and the chance of impregnation was heights.

Ben brought the dog finisher. finish enough that his tongue could lash out and lick her slit. The first off tactual sensation made Kathryn arch her cover, involuntarily releasing a few drops of urine in her fear, and helping him with access to her whole sex. He licked again, cleaning her with his knife, and then continued to lap up her juice as fast as they ran from her inner treasure. Molly meanwhile, was stroking her digit up and down the length of her vertebral column, occasionally stroking all the way down over her ass. She let the dog lick her finger, while she used Kathryn's own lubrication to splay her finger into her anus, and slowly stroked it in and out.

The combination of the finger's breadth stroking inside of her, and the defeat of the dog, were driving Kathryn to distraction. She was beginning to finger foreign, like her body weighed to a lesser extent somehow. The longer she was made to last the sensations rolling through her body, the igniter she felt. Her eyes grew sullen, seeming to glaze over more with each stroke of molly's fingers, and each swipe of the andiron snake like knife. Eventually, she couldn't supporter letting her eye fall closed, and she began to feel as if she were floating.

Kathryn was feeling each and every cheek ending in her body, as they combined to produce a tactile sensation of pure seventh heaven. In her head however, she was floating… floating and get-go to see herself, as if she were seeing a picture on the inside of her eyelid. She saw herself, small, naked, and very helpless. As she watched, she saw her breasts Begin to grow, larger and larger, and her nipples were darkening, increasing in sizing, and length. How could this be she wondered, as she floated above it all ? That's when she realized that her brain was allowing her to see her future.

She saw her belly begin to grow, swelling slowly. Before foresighted, her bosom became huge, and slowed their growth. Her belly continued expanding, beginning to get big and rung, stretching her pelt tight, making it looks placid and diffuse. Soon she saw a grim line forming down the inwardness of her belly. Her cunny lips were swollen, large and slack looking in a beautiful form of way. They were a deeper reddish color, rather than their
normal burnished pinko color. The darker colouration was further emphasized by a very wet and glistening slit between them.

She marveled at what she was seeing, admiring what she looked like pregnant, though in a uninvolved kind of way. Kathryn knew that she was seeing herself growing as her gestation developed, even as Molly responded to dog driving her towards her own ruination.

molly waited until she was sure Kathryn was under the influence of the witch woman's potion, and then took the ternary from Ben, pulling the struggling dog away from his prize. Ben unbuckled his whang, and pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He was totally unaffected by mollie's presence, it was something you got used to on a slave grove, infinite was always a rare commodity.

Molly however, flushed at the visual modality of her pal's magnificent organic structure, his blanket shoulders, narrow waist, and very much to a greater extent than adequate humanness. She slowly pulled the dog with her to the room access ; sorry that she had promised Ben she wouldn't lookout them…
as long as he did this for her. She wished with all her marrow that she would've been able to see her pale, white skinned slave's belly filled with a OK healthy Joseph Black baby. With a terminal longing looking at her bound slave, she went through the room access and closed it behind her.

Ben looked down at the beautiful sight before him. He admired the long smooth line of Kathryn's eubstance, the stretched rear muscularity, the straining limb, and the soft plump cheeks of her spreading open ass. He was so worked up about what he was about to do to her, that he had to be very thrifty not to cum before he could get. He stepped back, and looked longingly at the source of his interest. Kathryn's sex was perfectly formed, with very plump and swollen outer lips, long privileged lips, curving out and around a wonderfully pink, wet, and very candid hole. Her lips continued up until they met at the conjunction of her clit… her very stiff and binge clit, partly free from its confining tough. It was a man's dreaming cum rightful, so undefended and inviting.

Taking his cock in his hand, he placed it just below her clitoris, and drew it up between her bloated lips, spreading the slick juices over its broad head. He circled the head around her opening, in no hurry to complete, knowing he had all the prison term he needed. back and forth, up and down, he swirled the principal of his tool, until Kathryn in her haze, began to frantically assay his spear. Slowly he pressed his prick household, taking very shortstop spark strokes, enjoying the sight of her intimate wetness, making his dick look so disastrous and shiny.

He watched as her pussy spread head widely, stretching to take his cinch, the inner lips beginning to drive in and out with his fortuity. Again, and again he thrust, sinking the intemperate shaft slowly, deeper and deeper into her magnetic core. The molten tone of her giving up physical structure engulfing his, was perfect disco biscuit, and knowing for sure that when he had had his fill, he would pump vast sum of his strong sperm cell abstruse inside of her, giving her his child. He closed his eyes so he could savor every unity nerve ending in his prick, as Kathryn's blotto silklike treasure teased and stimulated his manhood.

On and on he thrust, seemingly to take forever, and finally faster, causing Kathryn to take a crisp inhale, before calming down again, her body rocking in a becalm rhythm matching him stroke for shot. Ben ‘ s hands held her hips, pulling her onto his cock as much as her bindings would allow. Kathryn's breathing time was becoming ragged, and her body was quivering. Her whimpering grew louder and more urgent, until her body was urging Ben to stroke harder, firm, and deeper. As his stokes became abruptly and furious, she began a foresighted drawn out moan, a tormented sound, unlike anything Ben had ever heard.

Suddenly, Kathryn's breathing stopped, her caput came up, the cord in her neck were stiff, and her mouth opened in a silent screaming, as she came hard on his stopcock. Once, twice, and then a third and fourth paroxysm racked her consistency, as torturesome wave of sublime agony washed over her.

Ben was brought to his own shattering orgasm by the good deal of her consistency awash in ecstasy. He buried his cock deep, giving an additional heavy thrust to seat him self firmly in her abdomen, and route out the painfully ecstatic, and tweed hot deadbolt of pleasure shooting through his venter and cock as he spurted his baby cream, filling her pussy, and drenching her neck over and over. Again, and again, his manhood shot his seed, lacing it mystifying inside her, where he prayed for it to do its intended deed.

Kathryn felt her body convulsing, long knockout wave of acute pleasure flowing over her. She was experiencing the hanker drawn out orgasm that had been forced from her eubstance by Ben's virtuoso stroking. All the while, she was seeing herself on all fours, with milk filled breasts, and a swollen pregnant belly, a dog mounted on her as she lay face down on the floor. Kathryn was imagining surrendering with all her heart, as she submitted, her ass in the air, and the dog thrusting frantically into her. She could see his semen overflowing, and seeping from her stretched cunny lip. This was what she thought was happening to her as she continued to float in her drugged state. She thought to herself, that it was so strange to look on herself made pregnant by a dog, totally unaware that it was Ben's thick sinister stopcock pounding, and spurting inside of her.

Ben finally stopped his movements, and sagged for a bit. His previous pairing with other char had never been like this. This rearing of Kathryn had been a lurch experience ; Of grade, he'd never had another woman with the verbalise intent of making her belly big with his baby before either, especially not a white woman. For years he had dreamed of having a bloodless cleaning woman. He dreamed of it every time the master or superintendent took a melanize woman for the Nox. This time it was the black man's turn… He was that black man. The fact that he was finally living his dream was so throb, that he stayed hard inside her, and slowly began a gentle thrusting, continuing until Kathryn began to push back against him again.

mollie reluctantly closed the door to the procreation elbow room behind her. She was shaking with hullabaloo. She was soaked between her legs, and her knocker were swollen. The bare fact of what was happening in the breeding room was enough to make her cum just before she left the room. Even as she closed the door behind her, her idea was swirling with thoughts of Kathryn's belly bulging with a black baby.

Not paying tending to what she was doing, she suddenly tripped on the slack leash, and tried to catch herself. As she fell, she tried to hold her feet under her. The outcome was her falling to her hands and knee joint with plenty forward impulse that her attire flew up over her principal. Stunned for a moment, she grasped a bar to one of the John Milton Cage Jr. to steady herself, totally incognizant of the visual modality she presented to the dog behind her. Trying to clear her head teacher from the unexpected tumble, she reacted too recently to the danger from the excited dog.

He was instantly on her back, his cock searching for her pussy, and finding it almost immediately. His immense cock forced its way deep into molly's already soaking wet orifice, causing her to squeal in surprise, at the sudden unexpected pleasance bother. mollie desperately fought to get away, the sudden mounting and penetration causing her judgement to instantly relive the rapine she'd suffered through six long time before. Struggling as hard as she could, Molly tried to get away, but the dog was much bounteous and stronger than she, and it was a loosing fight right from the start.

The furious thrusting of the animal, forced her to relive her escape attempt six twelvemonth before. She instantly recalled the overseer, and all the white neighbors sitting their horses, watching her ignominy and mortification as the dogs took turns fucking her. They had run her grim and caught her within a few hours. The hot dog got to her first, and had torn her clothes off, just as they were trained to do with distaff slaves. One of the larger hotdog was mounted, and inside of her before the posse comitatus had ridden up. They sat there on their horses, and made stakes on how many times the Canis familiaris would mount, and laughing at her disgrace. She had hidden her face in her blazonry, having to go down on her elbows to do it. That had just caused more scoff, and commentary about how she must really love what was happening to her.

Finally realizing where she was, and there was no one jeering and laughing at her, Molly calmed down a little, at least decent to incur that her consistence was responding to the Brobdingnagian cock and knot filling her. She marveled at the construction pleasure deep in her inwardness, and suddenly realized something that stunned her It wasn't the fact that the dogs had f***** her over, and over that had caused her to deny herself the tactile property of a man for all these yr. It was the disgusting overseer, and the men on hogback, and the shame they forced her to endure as they watched and made vile remark about her.

She had finally collapsed, and they had thrown her naked consistency into a Big Dipper, and hauled her back to the Plantation. mollie had worn chains for the next two geezerhood as punishment. That was the day she began planning, patiently watching Kathryn, and guiding her towards the start day she accepted order from her on what to wear.

molly felt she had been freed of a massive weight. Knowing what had been buried in her deep in her judgement for so long, and having it come out because of what was happening to her now. Everything was appearing in a whole new visible light. She closed her oculus, and concentrated on what she was feeling… real pleasure for the first time in a very long clip, even secure than when Kathryn was made to service her.

molly was soon panting heavily, and lowered herself onto her elbows to film some of the strain off her limb, and to help prevent the animals thrusting from shoving her forward across the floor. Soon enough, molly was whimpering with unbridled warmth. It had been sooooooo long since she had been taken like this. Faster, and faster the dog's tool pounded into her, forcing his knot in just before it would receive become too big to enter. Molly groaned at the remembered pleasance painful sensation of its penetration.

Within seconds, his cock and international nautical mile had begun to swell, stretching her pussy, and filling her completely. She rocked back and forth with the potent thrusting of her lover's rigid shaft. Molly's delight quickly rose to a pinnacle of bliss, until she finally fell into ecstasy on the other incline. The intense exaltation she was feeling as her pussy clamped down as hard as it could, pulsing with a rhythmical clenching that made her head teacher swimming. The dog's shaft began to shoot massive current of hot cum deep into her athirst pussy. Her cunt muscles were trying very hard to wring every stopping point drop of his seed into her womb. They milked his strict shaft in an age old conflict, fighting to suck every g of sperm from his huge chunk, hungry for his simmering hot cum. On and on they struggled in the stroke of passion, violently mashing their bodies together uncontrollably, unable to blockade, until finally both slowly wore down.

There on the level, on her handwriting and knee, Molly tried to recover from the first earth shattering sex with a hammer, in years. The dog was still mounted, still swollen, and continuing to throb and bourgeon spurts of seed into her. She was devastated, almost totally expend. Resting her point on her forearms, resting and enjoying the slowing throb of the wienerwurst cock, she thought of her program. It had to work. She couldn't stand it if something stood between her and having total power over the plantation… mogul over everyone, and everything on it. Soon… She would have sex soon… and heaven help anyone who got in her way.
For Kathryn, the next five days were a combining of erotic dream, and extreme point physical transport, interspersed with visual sense of her dead body mounted by a Brobdingnagian dog that was continually pumping gal of his burning hot seed deep into her soaking cunny. She saw in her thinker eye, her sex was flooded with doggy cream, her uterus sucking up the hot whitish fluid like a sponge. The vision of all that seed assaulting her eggs… fighting their way in, with one single successful sperm for each egg, terrified her so a lot, but the fear only made her more rouse, and made her cum uncontrollably.

Her fevered mind prevented her from running. She had given up the impulse to run, to get away from molly, knowing that it could never materialise. Every meter she thought of getting away, Molly would create her do something that degraded her further, and her eubstance would deceive her with its desperate motivation and desire for the forced sexual button she had become addicted to. The mysterious the humiliation was felt, the more herculean her desperation for a monumental sexual release. She was trapped by the needs of her own body.

Even in her drug fog, she was giddy with fear… The fear of what Molly was having done to her. She was strapped down for her breeding at first gear. She remembered the overplus of being taken in forepart of all the sign of the zodiac slaves, and knew that many of the field slaves must get it on about her by now ... Gossiping about the little E. B. White young lady mollie had made into her doggy hard worker and her shameful reaction when the dogs took her. Losing ascendency of her eubstance, she begged, and pleaded… Groveling like bitch in heat energy, forgetting who watched… Forgetting who witnessed her sexual hysteria, as her thoughts narrowed down until she could think of null but the huge iron knockout pecker stroking so wildly and deep into her traitorous sex.

Molly used Kathryn's own exhilaration and the almost unendurably intense sexual walking on air she felt while being forced to do the most mortifying affair against her. She loved to watch as Ben's hard glistening cock ever so slowly stroked in and out of her clutching cunny, the back talk making it bet as if they were sucking on his Joseph Black gibe with each onanism. Each meter he came inside her, she loved seeing his seed appear around his cock as it oozed out, making a snowy ring around his fateful shaft before finally enough had overflowed to run down over her clit, or the crack of her hind end as the case may be.
Kathryn was never allowed to turn totally conscious during her rearing, but was closely watched and tenderly cared for by both Molly and Ben. They wanted to make sure as shooting of conception, so Ben mounted her three clip during the day, and once again during the Nox, though whether it was for molly's peace treaty of mind, or because she used that opportunity to visit the dogs in their Cage, was out-of-doors for debate.

On the fifth day, Ben gazed at Kathryn's impassioned font, head turned to the side, oral cavity undefended, and her thorax ascension and falling with her ragged breathing. She lay on her back, feet in the air, her legs spread all-embracing, held there by his strong workforce wrapped around her ankles. Looking down, he watched as his glistening Diospyros ebenum quill drove relentlessly in and out of her perfectly formed womanhood. The slew of her inner lips disappearing with each deep thrust, and then reappearing as he withdrew, was to be savored as a rare and beautiful thing. He felt almost faint with the torturing ecstasy of vision and sensation. He could feel the traveling bag of her red and swollen outer mouth, and
powerful internal muscles with every face in his thick stopcock, making him feel as if he could explode at any moment, making him slow the tread of his thrusting, not wanting to cum too soon. This might be his endure luck to ingest Kathryn for a prospicient time. He knew his sister… She wouldn't let him make a habit of taking her young Edward White slave. She would insist on waiting to see if Kathryn was pregnant, and when and if she is, then she wouldn't want to give her anymore potion… zero that could spite the infant, and he understood her thinking. She had the future of every slave on the plantation to mean of, not to note the pipe dream she had worked towards ever since she was caught trying to escape six years ago.

While Ben was meddling in the breeding way, mollie was in the procedure of being taken for the ride of her life history in the kennel. She had let two of the biggest dogs out into the key hallway, and even now, was on all foursome with one of them buried past the knot in her sodden snatch. She was down on her elbow joint, her ass heights in the air, back arched as the bigger of the two pounded her slit like a trip-hammer, causing her to moan in time with his mighty thrusts… Uhffff… Uhffff… Uhffff ... Uhffff ... In a cycle as fulfilling and unbendable as any girl could care for. Her look was resting on her arms, her ample breast swinging back and Forth River, her teat brushing back and forth on the polish floor.

At this here and now, molly didn't want to recall of anything but her own expiation. She desperately needed to take her mind off Kathryn for a while, and the feel of the domestic dog vast, midst dick definitely was doing that. It been a recollective time since she had thought only of herself, and right now she was unable to suppose of anything beyond her union with the beautiful dogs. The dog that was mounted on her had his head on her articulatio humeri, right next to hers. She could see him from the corner of her eye, his tongue hanging out as he panted. His grayback was buried deep inside her, swollen to huge proportions, locking her to him, and had been so almost from the first thrust into her sopping cunny. The mo dog was circling her, waiting his crook, and licking her where ever he could. There was hardly any strait, just the pawl trousering, Molly's devil breathing, and the wet sounds of sex. She rested her forehead on her bridge player, ineffective to think beyond the blissful feeling in her belly, and was happy to ingest only that to think of for now.

It wasn't often that mollie let herself have this pleasure, always afraid of being caught by her brother, or heaven forbid, if it was the overseer. At to the lowest degree she didn't have to occupy about that tonight, he had been called into town for some unknown reason, and knowing how far it was, knew it would take him time of day to get back. Ben would take as long as he could ; this was his last chance to be with Kathryn, for a while at to the lowest degree, depending on how things went.

She knelt there under the big dog luxuriating in the intense feelings caused by the fullness ... The stretched tactual sensation, that lilliputian pleasure/pain that hurts so full, putting pressure on her clit from the inside and causing all variety of maven to sprout through her belly. Her nipples were hard, the ring of color puckered from the stimulation of rubbing on the bland floor creating prickling that reached right down to her sex.

Molly was being forced closer and closer to the edge. She felt the building importunity of her coming orgasm more and more desperately, silently repeating over and over, a mantra in her mind"Don't plosive ... Don't plosive consonant ... Not ... Not now, not yet"timing each word in her mind with her breathing and the poking of the heated prick thick inside of her. Over, and over, and over again, faster and faster it repeated itself in her judgement, until she felt the rush of XTC overtake her, exploding like a starburst in her belly and radiating out to the residue of her torso like ocean wave lapping at a beach. Her eyes clamped shut and her mouth opened, but nothing came out, her lungs were frozen in that instant of total and extremely blissful agony, as she felt her lovers burning seed fill her, it's passion adding to her ecstasy. It was long minutes later before she felt herself begin to come down from a peak so long wait.

She knelt there, slightly dazed and unable to tell how much time had passed as she wallowed in the afterglow of the minute. She was just barely aware of one dog dismounting, and the former mounting her immediately. She moaned in a deeply appreciative tone, as she felt another immense cock spread her slippery sass and advertize its way in deeper and thick until it was buried to the hilt. Quickly, his grayback began to intumesce ; his tool extended in length and became thicker. Any persuasion not connected with what was happening in the here and now for her, were driven from her mind as her new lover began to sour his magical inside of her.

Ben gazed down at an exhausted Kathryn and admired her lovely form as his fingerbreadth grazed over her neck opening, and then moved lightly over her breasts, pausing to pluck softly at each pap. He continued his wanderings, moving his work force to the interior of her second joint as they lay spread before him, loving the soft tender hide there, so pale and silky smooth to the pinch. She looked so free in her drug res publica. Of course he knew she WAS innocent, knew too, that she couldn't helper what her body felt, or how it betrayed her, causing her so much humiliation, and thus extreme excitement due to a oddity in her nature. It was such a heavy upheaval, she was ineffective to hold out. No matter how often she was humiliated, she never lost her ability to sense even thick shame when that agitation was pointed out to her, causing her uncontrollable physical pleasure by what ever, or who ever touched her, especially the hotdog. The more people that witnessed her ignominy, the LE she could moderate what happened to her, or how she felt. Ben found a certain sweetheart in that, almost a love of what she was.

He hoped with all his centre that he had given her his babe, even if Molly insisted she must conceive she is pregnant with puppy. It was life-sustaining to what ever plan she had for all of their the great unwashed here on the plantation. He knew about when she would begin to come out of her doped state, and he was told it was crucial for a dog to be mounted on her, and in her when she realized where she was. She must never suspect that she carried a calamitous valet baby. He was also to time the andiron mating so that at least two were whelping at the time Kathryn was due, so that a seamless telephone exchange could be made to cover the lie. Sighing, he backed away, lowering her ramification so that she would be comfortable, but placing a folded cover under her bottom so that none of his come would leak out. After all, there was no sensation in taking any fortune he thought.

Ben was going to his lowly cubby hole at the back of the dog house, but stopped utter in his tracks when he opened the door and saw his sister Molly there on the floor with two click. He stopped and backed out quietly, leaving the threshold afford a few inches so that he could see what was going on. His centre were just about bugging out of his head at the passel before him. He had come in just as one dog was getting down from molly. He had to put his hand over his own oral fissure to keep from gasping out loud. The bit dog mounted immediately after the former's dismount, and he heard his baby give a moan that would prepare a non-Christian priest hard, and he was no priest.

There knelt his sister, and from what he could severalize, she was every bit as helpless against the dogs as Kathryn was. It didn't even seem as if she cared what the world thought at the moment, she was totally absorbed in what was being done to her, kneeling there in a world of her own. Everything was understood, no auditory sensation except the heavy panting of the dog, and Molly's ragged breathing combine with the wet slapping, sucking sounds of mating. Ben could see her breasts swinging back and forth, not huge, but well formed and worthy with their puckered nipples, moving back and forth so fast they almost seemed to be filled with water. God it was so beautiful, even if it was his sister and he shouldn't be looking. Of course she watched him with Kathryn, but that was unlike in his mind, women weren't supposed to do that sort of matter, at least not HIS sister. As he heard her Menachem Begin to make grunting racket each prison term the dog slammed into her, he slowly back out and began to come together the door, angry for being to weak to stop looking sooner. He soothed his moral sense with the thought that it must let been the shock of seeing her that way ... She had always been certain to look so in restraint or everything. He'd never seen this helpless side of her, and he thought he liked this slope very much. It gave him a new insight into what drove her to get hold of for her exemption so hard. It was so she could make selection for HERSELF, not have them made for her the rest of her life, and the persuasion that she was including every slave on the plantation in her bid for freedom made him suddenly proud of her. Yes ...
pridefulness ... That was what it was, and he closed the door.

Ben went back to Kathryn, and decided another quick sexual union couldn't hurt anything. His sister would be a piece yet. She arched herself up at him as he slowly eased his throbbing cock back into her silky pocketbook, taking the fourth dimension to savor each minuscule boldness ending as he made his way deeper and deeper. He saw touch of his spermatozoan forced out of her cunny as he gently began to rock back and forth. In a few moments, Kathryn's pelvic arch were rising to meet each push. They rocked with perfect ace against each other, neither feeling the urge to hurry, both seeming to know the inevitable result, and wanting it to happen. Bens headland went back and he closed his eye, putting all of his concentration on the feel of his manhood inside Kathryn. The sublime feel of her heat, wet and easygoing than silk inside, and the grip of her sex were like a mesmeric. It seemed reluctant to let him root for out, even for a little while before welcoming it back into her depth with a wiggle and a lurch of her hips.

On and on they rocked, Kathryn being gently urged higher and high, her body becoming aware of its want for firing soon. The more Ben tried to hold her to a slower pace, the more out of control her body seemed to become, until she was humping her hips wildly at him, moaning and making pleading phone. Soon she was making a high keening speech sound as she bucked under him, her face red as a Beta vulgaris, and the brawniness of her neck stood out like small cord. Her hands clutched frantically at his wrists, using them as an anchor for Thomas More leverage to hurtle her hips higher and faster. Try as he might, Ben couldn't custody back, and poured his individual into her belly in slap-up spirt. As the seed laced deep into her, Kathryn choked out an agonizing scream, and exploded in sound and fury, every fiber in her being seeming to be firing in joy, every part of her body frozen but her articulatio coxae, which were wildly thrusting up at Ben. Her ramification were clamped around his hip trying to pull him recondite, needing him deeper, until finally her spasms weakened her sufficiency to collapse to the board, her breathing ragged and uneven. Both devotee were overcome with an almost overwhelming weakness, and Ben fell into her welcoming branch, feeling her slowly grinding herself against him in diminished circles as she began to get along down from the heights.

In her mind, she had just been taken by one of the dogs. Thinking she was to the full of his semen made her shudder with another small convulsion, which was why she was grinding herself against Ben, though he had no idea of the reason. She lay there dreaming she was watching her belly swelling, becoming bigger as she waited to whelp. She could feel her bosom fill with milk, her nipple leaking the sweet white nectar, and tingling with fullness. Soon enough, Kathryn was asleep, still dreaming her dreaming, and wondering about her future life.
Part 7

Weeks went by while everyone waited for trial impression of Kathryn 's pregnancy, hoping with the passionate strength of those who knew there was no Thomas More time to try again. They needed prescribed validation that she was breeding before her father and the man he had chosen for her husband arrived. She was taken three times a day to me mated with the wiener to reinforce and advance the the youthful white slave miss 's impression that she had been impregnated by one of the dogs.

Each prison term she felt one of the big frankfurter virile, pulsating # # # # # throbbing inside her sending his seminal fluid surging deep into her fertile womb, she felt a horrific flood of ignominy and an explosion of sexual desperation almost masochistic in nature. It had such total power over her that her conquered body submitted to the demanding and unending ecstasy of the physical act. Kathryn was deeply mortified that she could possibly enjoy the tone of being filled with hot gruelling dog # # # #, that she come to need it. She was fiercely ashamed, knowing that against her will, she was being trained to crave chagrin. She had no command over her sexuality, her nipples hardened, her # # # # # became wet, the lips bloating and flushing no matter what her head wanted. It was so embarrassing to become so obviously ready to mate, and it was much more so when being forced to rut with the frump in world, in front of the black servants who could see the awe-inspiring truth of her readiness. The terribly depraved things they made her feel and do both agitate her in it 's debauch, and horrified her in it 's depravity.

The personnel of her raw feverish emotions, versus the unrelenting pleasuring of her soundbox while being violently impaled with an iron laborious dog # # # #, made her young body sing like an saint. She was often lost in an # # # # # # # # bliss that robbed her of all idea. Only the feel of her physical self was left. Kathryn surrendered to the inevitable connexion of his sex with hers as he thrust deep into her tricky wetness, despairing to feel him loggerheaded and hot inside her. She could n't finish the tactile sensation of intense pleasure when his rotating shaft stirred deep and unrestricted in her ripe, ready belly. It made her giddy, giving her a frantic, insatiable desire to be filled to capacity forever. The spirit of the animal toilsome throb in the depths of her greedy cunny, and the feelings of lofty entry always overwhelmed her when she felt the dogs liquid heat spurting from his immense prick as he held her helpless beneath him. The moody weight of her fragile emotions came to her unbidden, and combined with the massive waves of physical pleasure she was forced to bear, it left her a slave to both. All of this continued to hap while Kathryn waited to see what her fate was to be. Meanwhile, former events were transpiring on the plantation, events that might upset all of Mollie and Ben 's programme.

A desperate, and lonely char gazed from a window on the upper base of the huge plantation planetary house. Of grade she could n't name to anyone why she felt that way, she did n't know herself. Resting her brow against the sang-froid glass window pane, she watched the steady deluge of rain. The dismal gray Light depressed her, as it always did in the winter months, not that she bothered to bet out very often when the weather was so dreary and bare. The charwoman was always disconsolate this clip of year when she thought of the upcoming anniversary of a past heartbreak. It would have been hard to gauge what the woman was thinking by looking at her beautiful, impassive face as she thought back on that painful disaster. She was Kathryn 's aunt Sylvie, and the disaster was the death of Kathryn 's mother Alexandria.

Sylvie was new than Kathryn 's father by fifteen years and was quite happy to be alone in her suite of rooms, which she shared only with her personal maid. Her room were on the pep pill story of the huge grove sign. She was a quiet char, and purposely promoted the rumors of her often exaggerated dear social function with the claret bottle simply to be left alone. The simple fact was, she stayed away from Kathryn as much as possible for what to her, where very good reasons. It was n't because she did n't screw her, she did, very much. The fact was, that she stayed away for the Saame reason her brother did, she had loved Kathryn 's mother Alexandria, not as a sister-in-law, but as a lover and the love of her life. It was so painful for her to be reminded of her lost love, the lone lover she had ever had. Kathryn was the spitting look-alike of her female parent, whom Sylvie had loved from the here and now her brother had first brought her home to be introduced.

She thought back to that day so long ago. Because of the times, practically the lone option open to a young lady of soundly household was to marry, and though Alexandria had dreaded it, her spousal relationship to Kathryn 's Father of the Church had come to pass. She had had to live with it, and in fact, had had no say in the issue. Her thoughts of running away to a big city in the due north, or daydreams of finding a regulate position fell by the wayside. She had no money, no way to get anywhere, nor knowledge of biography other than her Fatherhood 's plantation, and now, of her husband orchard. The only thing that saved her from a animation of utter wretchedness was meeting Sylvie, and discovering that she had the same passions and physical desires she found within herself. The two young women had became lovers within a few weeks of Alexandria 's wedding night, and their 's became a deep and fulfilling love.

Kathryn 's father had never had a good deal private road for intimacy, he just wanted an inheritor, and was disappointed when he was presented with a girl rather than a son. Of form there were efforts to to have another fry, but they were sleeveless, and Kathryn proved to be the only tike they were able to raise. Her father had often pass meter with her when she was little. It was only when she was about twelve or thirteen, the time when she began to become a young woman, that he began staying away, spending most of his time in Mobile. He could n't cope with the resemblance between his girl and his beautiful, late wife.

He knew that, though Alexandria had been a very beautiful and desirable female child, she had come to the plantation an extremely shy and introverted youth lady. Kathryn was the same, and he could see her mother in her in the way she walked, moved, and most of all, her unconscious mannerisms. He had tried to quench his wife fears when they married, but had failed miserably. He felt bad because he had known from the beginning of their matrimonial life story that she was unhappy. He felt himself, that she was forced into a life she had n't wanted, but he had needed an heir, and he felt his fourth dimension was short. Now that heir was Kathryn and he feared she was not up to the job. So now, he was forced to pick out a married man for his daughter, hoping that he had chosen wisely and she would be happier than her mother.

When Sylvie first met El Iskandriyah, she liked her instantly. She had had to draw her out, and with patience and love, but she succeeded. Once she eventually did, the young girlfriend happily and willingly submitted to Sylvie in every way, even though she was the sometime of the two. It seemed that no affair what Sylvie initiated, Alexandria was incapacitated to refuse. She often dreamed of the matter she had made El Iskandriyah submit to, finding that the more she had pushed her to do, the more aroused the miss became, and the greater the delight for them both. Sylvie introduced her to her low # # # # # # # #, being the first to use her sassing on her beautiful young lover. She was delighted with the delicious wiggling, moaning, and panting it elicited. It took very petty coercion on her part to get Alexandria to reciprocate. After that it was leisurely to up the ante, graduating to other, more wayward goings on. Everything came to a sudden occlusive when El Iskandriyah became gravely ill and died within a few weeks. Her death had almost shattered Sylvie 's saneness, but eventually she came to price with it.

After the funeral, Sylvie had retreated to her suite and refused to come out, and if forced to, she would hold close at her trusty claret bottle and fain intoxication. Her brother soon stopped asking her to add up down, and then later, he was n't around to ask her, he had fled himself. She was seven old age Kathryn 's elder, with long brown whisker ( she thought of it as mousy Brown ), a trim figure with prissy hips, and breasts just right for a womanhood of medium stature. She was NOT a person who liked to suffer fortune of people about, she enjoyed her concealment, ergo the ruse with the red Bordeaux. It was an extremely good excuse not to be sociable. Her brother was very witting of social rules of order, or rather his OWN societal standing, so he left Sylvie to herself rather than hazard being embarrassed before his compeer. This left Sylvie to do the things she wanted to do, namely take retentive walks, rouge, read, and play music to her hearts content. All would have been complete if the love of her life had not died and shattered her nub into a million pieces.

She was n't totally without her rootage of entropy about the goings on in the house however. She had heard little bite and pieces of rumors regarding her niece and the goings on around the house and grounds. She put it all down to gossiping servants, though she had to admit that if the rumors she had heard were true, she would have to rethink her function on the plantation. Sylvie had often seen Kathryn following Molly out at all time of day of the day, very often in the eventide, but had just assumed she enjoyed evening walks. Now she wondered if there was some trueness to the wild hearsay. idea of what was supposedly going on brought about the start frisson of excitement she had felt in year, and determined that she had better investigate.

Quietly roaming the lobby in Kathryn 's wing of the business firm one day, not something she customarily did, she overheard giggling and carrying on in the up the stairs linen pantry.
She slipped quietly up to the doorway, and with a great sight of caution, peeked around the corner. There were the three inglorious house maiden, and her own young personal maid clustered around her young niece. Kathryn had been completely stripped of her wear, and the young black amah were taking advantage of her nakedness. Two of the maiden were holding her arms, forcing her over the laundry fold table while the other two maids were holding her peg spread apart. Of the latter two, one was also pulling a fountainhead formed cheek to one side. The last maiden was # # # # # # # Kathryn 's # # # # # savagely with a smooth wooden dowel that seemed specially made for the purpose. It had a handle and oval shaped tang, with the shaft starting out narrow at the base and thickening towards the middle, then it narrowed again slightly for a few inches before bulging out on the end like a mushroom cloud.

They were taking turns calling her their hard worker, telling her that slaves had to do what they were told, and that since she, Kathryn, was a slave to every black mortal on the plantation, she had to do what they ordered her to do. Kathryn meanwhile, was grunting out"Yes schoolma'am"over and over to each comment like a mantra, pushing back against the juice soddened phallus with increasing ferocity. She was obviously extremely worked up and was so very wet and swell up in her cunny, that Sylvie could hear the intimidating instrument squelching in and out, even over the ragged external respiration of her niece.

She watched for some metre, ashamed that her own excitement was growing to a white hot heat between her peg, so much rut that no amount of concealment contact through the bed of her clothing could give her any easement. The # # # # # # # went on, and on until with a strangled moan and violent shuddering, Kathryn # # # # # # # #. Shortly after that, she was pulled off the table and settled on her articulatio genus, still impaled by the wooden # # # #, while one by one she was forced to lap and suck on each housemaid sopping # # # # # until they came. She did this with enthusiasm, spurred on by their constant quotation to her slave status. The More abasement they heaped on her, the more excited she became. She had an # # # # # # while she was sucking the housemaid cunnys without any visible sign that she had touched herself. Sylvie watched until her own excitement threatened to bring out her front, and she could n't stand the frantic itch in her own souse # # # # # any longer, and then fled back to her apartment where she furiously masturbated again and again, finally falling asleep with her finger's breadth still buried in her soppy # # # #.

Kathryn was incognizant of her aunty voyeurism. Her entire focus was on her black mistress 's and the"penalty"she was being given for not folding she washing correctly. The deliberate fashion they found to chivy her eternal sense of guilt, pity, chagrin, and ultimately her self loathing, left her debile willed, and vulnerable to the physical ravishment they made frequently on her sweetly formed soundbox. Each new attack on her ethics inevitably multiplied the lewd pleasures her body was subjected to. Her tone were of no grandness to anyone but herself. Their add together disregard of her personal persuasion about what was being done to her made her helplessly, and utterly # # # # # # # # while being violated. The more shameful the act, the more powerfully she felt the raging heat energy of total and all hefty bliss deep inside her. Being used by the maiden made her quiver ... made her # # # # slick and easy for penetration, and yearn for each breaching of her sex, each mounting she was subjected to.

The craving for the excitement she experienced with each and every successive thrust of the wooden phallus, or engorged dog # # # # was becoming habit-forming in the extreme. She was cognizant of what they were doing to her. mollie said she was going to twist her into a procreation bitch, and that that would be her life, one bedding material after another. She was to be a whiten slave bitch. Kathryn was both appal, and helplessly aroused by the fate planned for her. She wanted to run away, but she could n't leave, she craved the feel of the weenie inside her to much now. There was no way out, they were going to make her a breeder. Her # # # # # flooded and her belly twitched at the thought.

Sylvie was knowing enough to bide her fourth dimension, and kept watch over the next few twenty-four hour period and Nox. Sylvie 's patience was rewarded when Molly appeared holding Kathryn 's paw, seeming almost to be dragging her, as they walked off toward the dog kennels once more. Putting on her cloak, she quietly went down the outside staircase and followed, making sure to be as quiet as potential, and sure enough, they entered the kennel, Molly pulling the weighed down door closed firmly after them. Skirting the outside of the building, she finally found a low shutter with a spell missing that afforded a persuasion of the dog pens in the back of the edifice. The lamps were brightly lit and she had a good prospect straight down the main hall between the John Cage.

It was only moments before she saw Kathryn pulled into the manor hall where mollie quickly stripped her niece of her dress, letting it precipitate on the trading floor, soon followed by her underthings. Sylvie was stunned, not only because the pitch-dark char was doing such a matter to her niece, but that she was seeing, not Kathryn, but the spitting image of her au naturel lover. She felt a sudden boot of sexual rut explode within her, and when molly stripped off her own apparel, the heat between her thigh became a raging firing in her loins. She watched spellbound as Kathryn 's lovely soundbox was forced face first against one of the dog cages.

Something was said that Sylvie could n't make out, but immediately Kathryn spread her ramification, and one of the dogs in the Cage rushed up and began to clobber between her legs through the telegram. Sylvie had never seen anything like that, not even THOUGHT something like that was potential. She could see Kathryn lean her head back and try to push her pelvis closer to the dog as if she could n't get enough. Sylvie 's dead body to react dramatically to what she was seeing. Her body was becoming red-faced, her nipples growing achingly hard and firm. Her face showed her fevered heat, a ticket sheen of effort forming on her forehead and upper chest. She was wildly exited by what she was witnessing. The wetness quickly gathered between her legs and she forced her thighs together, desperately seeking some slim relief for the florescence ache in her bloating sex, would let been proof enough for anyone.

Though she could n't piddle out what was being said, it was champaign that Molly was in heraldic bearing and Kathryn could not pass up what was being done to her. Molly was whispering into her ear and each sentence she said something, Kathryn 's moans of pleasure increased. Each each time, she gripped the conducting wire of the coop with more intensity and # # # # # # against the wire more fervently. Molly had her naked titty pressed tightly against Kathryn 's back, and her helping hand were on Kathryn 's keister, squeezing and kneading them in time with Kathryn 's panting. Soon Kathryn 's excitement was out of controller and her voice began to rear in delivery until even Sylvie could hear her beg and plead for molly to please present her some stand-in, to"BREED her,"That startled Sylvie for a short prison term until all was explained in the next few minutes.

Just when it seemed that Kathryn could n't stand anymore, Molly pulled her away from the telegram and forced her down on all fours. Holding her firmly by the back of her neck, she reached over and unlatched the batting cage door. Instantly the doorway was forced open and the Brobdingnagian dog bounded out, immediately mounted Kathryn, and plunged his huge red veined # # # # into the slick recession of the Lester Willis Young girls edacious # # # #. The fille screamed out in coalesce relief and pleasure, instantly arching her back to take the dogs burrowing # # # # deeper. It was also readily apparent that her desperate motivation to be mounted by the huge animal was both embarrassing and humiliating to Kathryn, the validation being her flaming red face.

Sylvie almost forgot to breath. Kathryn 's soaking cunny was facing the window and she was overwhelmed with a common sense of sexual thirstiness the like of which she had n't experienced in a very long clip. Her nieces # # # # was stretched tightly around the deep pink # # # # that filled it, the lips being pulled in and out with each speedy stab. The girls # # # # gripped the blackguard huge slab of centre so fuddled that it was obvious the offspring girl was determined to strip every driblet of sperm from the dogs huge balls. Shortly, the immense # # # # failed to derive back out in full thrusts, but seemed limited to a few short inches of movement. Kathryn 's # # # # # was frantically milking the shot with a million year old rhythm, something that she was not consciously doing, but was unadulterated instinct.

affair were more feverish in Kathryn 's brain. Things were being done to her that she had no big businessman over. She thought of herself as a slave now, though she still felt an overwhelming shame in it. Unaware of her aunt 's spotting, Kathryn was out of her mind with pauperization, she was pushed up against the kennel wire, involuntarily # # # # # # # her # # # # # at the dog spit that was lashing her soaking # # # # #. Her pleasure came in waves like the lunar time period, increasing every sentence Molly whispered something into her ear."Your pregnant by a dog."she would whisper as her tongue flicked the pinnace spot behind her ear, which made her aching # # # # cramp."What would your intended say if he knew you # # # # # # dog ?"Another muscular spasm."Your meaning venter is even now swelling."An unconscious and fevered clenching of her # # # # # muscularity."What would your dada say if he saw you right now, with puppy in your womb, and dog # # # # in your # # # #, hummmmm ?"A blissful thaw smell exploded cryptic inside her aching # # # #.

Molly continued."You 're my slave, a breeder now, and I 'll maintain your belly full moon of pup ... thaaaaat 's ... yooouur ... faaaaate."Again Kathryn 's # # # # spasmed in spite of her deep humiliation, her absolute ignominy at becoming so sexually out of control with each scandalous Good Book, because she new it was rightful. She was guilty of being addicted to dog # # # #, of being mounted and # # # # # # by a dogs, it did n't have to be a particular dog, any dog # # # # would do. That made her deeply ashamed, and that shame fed her powerful, involuntary sexual desires. It made her feel an almost unendurable agony of sexual exaltation when she was forced to put forward to being bred by a dog in front of everyone, especially Ben, Molly 's crony. Except for that first time, when he had forcibly held her down while Molly tied her to the table in the procreation room, he had been probably the most kind person to her of anybody on the plantation. A abbreviated involuntary memory twinkling of Ben 's huge bleak # # # # in her mouth, the shaft glistening with her spittle made her # # # # spasm again in unexpected pleasure.

Now when her body forced human face first against the wire dog cage, she was surging towards # # # # # #, reached blindly for her visor, when she was pulled away and forced her to her knees. In seconds Molly had unlatched the dog logic gate and the dog was on her, his inflexible # # # # finding it 's way cryptical into her steaming # # # # # almost instantly. Why would n't it, every dog in the kennel had # # # # # # her time and again, and knew intimately where her # # # # muddle was. A wave of shame swept over her at the blessed succour she felt when the farseeing midst rod spread her # # # # brim in it 's relentless drive into her fulsome deepness. Thomas More shame flowed through her multiplying the sensations felt in the deep and potent poke she had learned to crave. The dogs knot began to tumefy and she pushed back without thought process, making sure as shooting it was seated pissed inside her without thinking. She had learned to hump the feel of being totally filled.

Deep down in her psyche, to her staring humiliation, she loved the spirit of helplessness that overcame her when she was held in a dogs clasp, his knot taking away her alternative, teaching her that she was his bitch until he decided to free her in his own time. On and on Kathryn 's body was rocked by the power of the cad pounding speech rhythm, helpless to intercept him from driving her higher, and in high spirits, closer, and penny-pinching to a heavenly, earth shattering # # # # # #. And then it was there, her body no prospicient hers, a slave to her own exploding nerve endings. She was ineffective to refuse the wave of bliss that washed over her, radiating out to every part of her torso, and knew, to her disgrace, that she would submit to anything to feel it again, and again. The look of nature forcing it 's will on her mind and trunk, the # # # # pounding, and the spurting hot jets of potent sperm filling her, made her melt in mindless response. The liquid heat of his seed was further test copy to her that she had had no choice in her breeding, and she was learning to concede the look of her submission. Despite herself, her mind was beginning it 's acceptance of their right to force over her.

Sylvie 's eyes stared, transfixed. She could n't pull her heart away from the scene anymore than she could deny the raging pauperization in her own belly. Not realizing it, she had
begun to envisage that she was the one that was mounted by that monumental dog. It was HER # # # # being invaded by that thick red slam, and being ravaged. It was HER being violently bred, and in the end, it was HER that watched eagerly for the proof of the dog magnate over her in own opine breeding. Waiting for the sight of the fatheaded white seed that would soon overflow Kathryn/her # # # # to drivel down her widely splayed # # # # lips to finally drip to the storey. Her intimation grew even more ragged as she thought of all that sperm that would be pumped in, so practically that there would be far more than enough to multiply a female even considering the huge amount that would pour out of Kathryn's/her heated sex.

Though she had n't been capable to make out many words thus far, though there was n't any doubt the moan and whimpering from her niece were of sheer unadulterated pleasure. That was made clear by the way Kathryn was pushing back to come across that red slab of essence. That it was n't the first time the young girl had been mounted this way was also obvious. Sylvie pressed her hand between her ramification trying to lighten the growing pauperization building there. Her teat were like bullets. She finally could n't help herself and pull up up the front of her apparel, wiggled her hand into her bloomers and with a sigh of substitute, slid a finger furiously back and Forth in between the back talk of her soaking cunny.

Kathryn 's breeding, for that 's no doubt what it was, went on for some meter, until finally the dog embedded himself deep inside her and paused. Sylvie could see the Canis familiaris testicle draw up and down, up and down, up and down, and then she realized that the dog was filling Kathryn with his seed. She could see the hot dog cream ooze out around the barb, making a spermatozoan hoop around the entire # # # # before flowing down Kathryn 's reddened sex to run down and drool off her in long thick ropes of cum, dripping down and smothering her button in a river of spermatozoan. The sight was almost to very much for Sylvie, and she realized she was jealous of her niece, covetous of the pleasure her niece was experiencing, and green-eyed of that huge dog # # # # buried in her # # # #. The melodic theme of a dog spending himself inside her niece beam Sylvie over the edge and she sank to her knees, shuddering in a mindless fog and then fell onto her slope, drawing her legs up into a fetal position, whimpering and twitching as her # # # # # # totally blanked out any foster thought.

After quite some time, she recovered enough to reel back to the theater and make her way to her rooms. Her mind was racing with possibilities all the way there, and reaching her chamber, she relived the experience in her mind and brought herself off with yet another bout of vigorous fingering, her imaginings carrying her off in rapturous spasms of wet oestrus and delight before finally falling into a dreamless sleep.

The night was not over for Kathryn though. Molly returned the dog to it 's cage and drew out another. She took her Young clean slave to the nurture way where she strapped her to the table and left the dog to have his way with the miss, knowing he would mount her respective fourth dimension over the next few hours. Then she returned and picked out a dog for herself and lowering herself to all fours, giving herself up to her own pleasance, groaning as the dog pierce deep with the foremost virgule, and cuming punishing before he had made more than a twelve strokes. Her own gentility continued and she lost herself in her own imaginings, sometimes even finding herself fantasizing she was watching her Brother huge black # # # # stroking deep into Kathryn 's vulnerable white # # # # again. She could see in her minds eye, the huge dark shaft shining with the helpless young woman juice. She came again, and again, ineffectual to break off herself, the business leader she had over the young girlfriend added to the world power of her # # # # # # # # convulsions. Soon she thought, soon Kathryn would allow her with lots of black baby, and came again at the thinking, her # # # # # milking the thick dog irradiation savagely. Her # # # # # # was so brawny, that unintentionally, she gave up stark ascendency of her mind and organic structure to the dog for the first time since the dog assault she had endured during her escape attack many years before ...