Ben went back to Kathryn, and decided another quick mating couldn’t hurt anything. His sister would be a while yet. She arched herself up at him as he slowly eased his throbbing cock back into her silky purse, taking the time to savor each little nerve ending as he made his way deeper and deeper. He saw traces of his sperm forced out of her cunny as he gently began to rock back and forth. In a few moments, Kathryn’s hips were rising to meet each thrust. They rocked with perfect unity against each other, neither feeling the urge to hurry, both seeming to know the inevitable result, and wanting it to happen. Bens head went back and he closed his eyes, putting all of his concentration on the feel of his manhood inside Kathryn. The sublime feel of her heat, wet and softer than silk inside, and the grip of her sex were like a hypnotic. It seemed reluctant to let him pull out, even for a little while before welcoming it back into her depths with a wiggle and a lurch of her hips.
On and on they rocked, Kathryn being gently urged higher and higher, her body becoming aware of its need for release 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 sounds. Soon she was making a high keening sound as she bucked under him, her face red as a beet, and the muscles of her neck stood out like small cords. Her hands clutched frantically at his wrists, using them as an anchor for more leverage to thrust her hips higher and faster. Try as he might, Ben couldn’t hold back, and poured his soul into her belly in great spurts. 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 hips, which were wildly thrusting up at Ben. Her legs were clamped around his hips trying to pull him deeper, needing him deeper, until finally her spasms weakened her enough to collapse to the table, her breathing ragged and uneven. Both lovers were overcome with an almost overwhelming weakness, and Ben fell into her welcoming arms, feeling her slowly grinding herself against him in small circles as she began to come down from the heights.
In her mind, she had just been taken by one of the dogs. Thinking she was full of his seed made her shudder with another small convulsion, which was why she was grinding herself against Ben, though he had no idea of the cause. She lay there dreaming she was watching her belly swelling, becoming bigger as she waited to whelp. She could feel her breasts fill with milk, her nipples leaking the sweet white nectar, and tingling with fullness. Soon enough, Kathryn was asleep, still dreaming her dreams, and wondering about her future life.
Part 7
Weeks went by while everyone waited for proof of Kathryn’s pregnancy, hoping with the passionate intensity of those who knew there was no more time to try again. They needed positive proof 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 dogs to reinforce and encourage the the young white slave girl’s belief that she had been impregnated by one of the dogs.
Each time she felt one of the big dogs virile, pulsating ##### throbbing inside her sending his seed surging deep into her fertile womb, she felt a dreadful flood of shame 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 rapture of the physical act. Kathryn was deeply mortified that she could possibly enjoy the feel of being filled with hot hard dog ####, that she come to need it. She was fiercely ashamed, knowing that against her will, she was being trained to crave humiliation. She had no control over her sexuality, her nipples hardened, her ##### became wet, the lips bloating and flushing no matter what her mind 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 dogs in public, in front of the black servants who could see the awful truth of her readiness. The terribly depraved things they made her feel and do both excited her in it’s debauchery, and horrified her in it’s depravity.
The force of her raw feverish emotions, versus the unrelenting pleasuring of her body while being violently impaled with an iron hard dog ####, made her young body sing like an Angel. She was often lost in an ######## bliss that robbed her of all thought. Only the feel of her physical self was left. Kathryn surrendered to the inevitable joining of his sex with hers as he thrust deep into her slick wetness, desperate to feel him thick and hot inside her. She couldn’t stop the feelings of intense pleasure when his 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 feel of the animals heavy throbbing in the depths of her greedy cunny, and the feelings of sublime submission always overwhelmed her when she felt the dogs liquid heat spurting from his huge shaft as he held her helpless beneath him. The dark weight of her fragile emotions came to her unbidden, and combined with the massive waves of physical pleasure she was forced to endure, it left her a slave to both. All of this continued to happen while Kathryn waited to see what her fate was to be. Meanwhile, other events were transpiring on the plantation, events that might upset all of Mollie and Ben’s plans.
A desperate, and lonely woman gazed from a window on the upper floor of the huge plantation house. Of course she couldn’t describe to anyone why she felt that way, she didn’t know herself. Resting her forehead against the cool glass window pane, she watched the steady downpour of rain. The dismal gray light depressed her, as it always did in the winter months, not that she bothered to look out very often when the weather was so dreary and bleak. The woman was always disconsolate this time of year when she thought of the upcoming anniversary of a past heartbreak. It would have been hard to guess what the woman was thinking by looking at her beautiful, expressionless face as she thought back on that terrible tragedy. She was Kathryn’s aunt Sylvie, and the tragedy was the death of Kathryn’s mother Alexandria.
Sylvie was younger 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 rooms were on the upper floor of the huge plantation house. She was a quiet woman, and purposely promoted the rumors of her much exaggerated love affair 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 wasn’t because she didn’t love her, she did, very much. The fact was, that she stayed away for the same 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 only lover she had ever had. Kathryn was the spitting image of her mother, whom Sylvie had loved from the moment 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 only option open to a young lady of good family was to marry, and though Alexandria had dreaded it, her marriage to Kathryn’s father had come to pass. She had had to live with it, and in fact, had had no say in the matter. Her thoughts of running away to a big city in the North, or daydreams of finding a governess position fell by the wayside. She had no money, no way to get anywhere, nor knowledge of life other than her father’s plantation, and now, of her husbands plantation. The only thing that saved her from a life of utter misery 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 much drive for intimacy, he just wanted an heir, and was disappointed when he was presented with a daughter rather than a son. Of course there were efforts to to have another child, but they were fruitless, and Kathryn proved to be the only child they were able to produce. Her father had often spent time 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 couldn’t cope with the resemblance between his daughter and his beautiful, late wife.
He knew that, though Alexandria had been a very beautiful and desirable girl, she had come to the plantation an extremely shy and introverted young 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 allay his wifes fears when they married, but had failed miserably. He felt bad because he had known from the beginning of their married life that she was unhappy. He felt himself, that she was forced into a life she hadn’t wanted, but he had needed an heir, and he felt his time was short. Now that heir was Kathryn and he feared she was not up to the task. So now, he was forced to pick out a husband for his daughter, hoping that he had chosen wisely and she would be happier than her mother.
When Sylvie first met Alexandria, 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 girl happily and willingly submitted to Sylvie in every way, even though she was the older of the two. It seemed that no matter what Sylvie initiated, Alexandria was helpless to refuse. She often dreamed of the things she had made Alexandria submit to, finding that the more she had pushed her to do, the more excited the girl became, and the greater the pleasure for them both. Sylvie introduced her to her first ########, being the first to use her mouth on her beautiful young lover. She was delighted with the delicious wiggling, moaning, and panting it elicited. It took very little coercion on her part to get Alexandria to reciprocate. After that it was easy to up the ante, graduating to other, more perverse goings on. Everything came to a sudden stop when Alexandria became gravely ill and died within a few weeks. Her death had almost shattered Sylvie’s sanity, but eventually she came to terms with it.
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