After the funeral, Sylvie had retreated to her rooms and refused to come out, and if forced to, she would clutch at her trusty claret bottle and fain drunkenness. Her brother soon stopped asking her to come down, and then later, he wasn’t around to ask her, he had fled himself. She was seven years Kathryn’s senior, with long brown hair (she thought of it as mousy brown), a trim figure with nice hips, and breasts just right for a woman of medium height. She was NOT a person who liked to have lots of people about, she enjoyed her privacy, ergo the ruse with the claret. It was an extremely good excuse not to be sociable. Her brother was very conscious of social order, or rather his OWN social standing, so he left Sylvie to herself rather than risk being embarrassed before his peers. This left Sylvie to do the things she wanted to do, namely take long walks, paint, read, and play music to her hearts content. All would have been perfect if the love of her life had not died and shattered her heart into a million pieces.
She wasn’t totally without her sources of information about the goings on in the house however. She had heard little bits 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 role on the plantation. Sylvie had often seen Kathryn following Molly out at all hours of the day, very often in the evening, but had just assumed she enjoyed evening walks. Now she wondered if there was some truth to the wild rumors. Thoughts of what was supposedly going on brought about the first tingles of excitement she had felt in years, and determined that she had better investigate.
Quietly roaming the hall in Kathryn’s wing of the house one day, not something she customarily did, she overheard giggling and carrying on in the upstairs linen pantry.
She slipped quietly up to the door, and with a great deal of caution, peeked around the corner. There were the three black house maids, and her own young personal maid clustered around her young niece. Kathryn had been completely stripped of her clothing, and the young black maids were taking advantage of her nakedness. Two of the maids were holding her arms, forcing her over the laundry folding table while the other two maids were holding her legs spread apart. Of the latter two, one was also pulling a well formed buttock to one side. The last maid 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 narrower 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.
They were taking turns calling her their slave, telling her that slaves had to do what they were told, and that since she, Kathryn, was a slave to every black person on the plantation, she had to do what they ordered her to do. Kathryn meanwhile, was grunting out “Yes Mistress” over and over to each comment like a mantra, pushing back against the juice soddened phallus with increasing fury. She was obviously extremely excited and was so very wet and swollen in her cunny, that Sylvie could hear the intimidating instrument squelching in and out, even over the ragged breathing of her niece.
She watched for some time, ashamed that her own excitement was growing to a white hot heat between her legs, so much heat that no amount of covert contact through the layers of her clothing could give her any relief. 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 knees, still impaled by the wooden ####, while one by one she was forced to lick and suck on each maids sopping ##### until they came. She did this with enthusiasm, spurred on by their constant references to her slave status. The more humiliation they heaped on her, the more excited she became. She had an ###### while she was sucking the maids cunnys without any visible sign that she had touched herself. Sylvie watched until her own excitement threatened to reveal her presence, and she couldn’t stand the frantic itch in her own drenched ##### any longer, and then fled back to her apartment where she furiously masturbated again and again, finally falling asleep with her fingers still buried in her sodden ####.
Kathryn was unaware of her Aunts voyeurism. Her entire focus was on her black mistress’s and the “punishment” she was being given for not folding she laundry correctly. The deliberate ways they found to provoke her unending sense of guilt, shame, humiliation, and ultimately her self loathing, left her weak willed, and vulnerable to the physical assaults they made frequently on her sweetly formed body. Each new attack on her morals inevitably multiplied the lewd pleasures her body was subjected to. Her feelings were of no importance to anyone but herself. Their total disregard of her personal thoughts 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 of total and all powerful bliss deep inside her. Being used by the maids 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 addictive in the extreme. She was aware of what they were doing to her. Molly said she was going to turn her into a breeding bitch, and that that would be her life, one litter after another. She was to be a white slave bitch. Kathryn was both appalled, and helplessly aroused by the fate planned for her. She wanted to run away, but she couldn’t leave, she craved the feel of the dogs 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 wise enough to bide her time, and kept watch over the next few days and nights. Sylvie’s patience was rewarded when Molly appeared holding Kathryn’s hand, 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 stairway and followed, making sure to be as quiet as possible, and sure enough, they entered the kennel, Molly pulling the heavy door closed firmly after them. Skirting the outside of the building, she finally found a small shutter with a piece missing that afforded a view of the dog pens in the back of the building. The lamps were brightly lit and she had a good view straight down the main hall between the cages.
It was only moments before she saw Kathryn pulled into the hall where Molly quickly stripped her niece of her dress, letting it fall on the floor, soon followed by her underthings. Sylvie was stunned, not only because the black woman was doing such a thing to her niece, but that she was seeing, not Kathryn, but the spitting image of her naked lover. She felt a sudden flush of sexual heat explode within her, and when Molly stripped off her own clothes, the heat between her thighs became a raging fire in her loins. She watched spellbound as Kathryn’s lovely body was forced face first against one of the dog cages.
Something was said that Sylvie couldn’t make out, but immediately Kathryn spread her legs, and one of the dogs in the cage rushed up and began to lick between her legs through the wire. Sylvie had never seen anything like that, not even THOUGHT something like that was possible. She could see Kathryn lean her head back and try to push her pelvis closer to the dog as if she couldn’t get enough. Sylvie’s body to responded dramatically to what she was seeing. Her body was becoming flushed, her nipples growing achingly hard and stiff. Her face showed her fevered heat, a fine sheen of sweat 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 slight relief for the blossoming ache in her bloating sex, would have been proof enough for anyone.
Though she couldn’t make out what was being said, it was plain that Molly was in charge and Kathryn could not refuse what was being done to her. Molly was whispering into her ear and each time she said something, Kathryn’s moans of pleasure increased. Each each time, she gripped the wire of the cage with more intensity and ###### against the wire more fervently. Molly had her naked breasts pressed tightly against Kathryn’s back, and her hands were on Kathryn’s buttocks, squeezing and kneading them in time with Kathryn’s panting. Soon Kathryn’s excitement was out of control and her voice began to rise in pitch until even Sylvie could hear her beg and plead for Molly to please give her some relief, to “BREED her,” That startled Sylvie for a short time until all was explained in the next few minutes.
Just when it seemed that Kathryn couldn’t stand anymore, Molly pulled her away from the wire and forced her down on all fours. Holding her firmly by the back of her neck, she reached over and unlatched the cage door. Instantly the door was forced open and the huge dog bounded out, immediately mounted Kathryn, and plunged his huge red veined #### into the slick recesses of the young girls ravenous ####. The girl screamed out in combined relief and pleasure, instantly arching her back to take the dogs burrowing #### deeper. It was also readily apparent that her desperate need to be mounted by the huge animal was both embarrassing and humiliating to Kathryn, the proof being her flaming red face.
Sylvie almost forgot to breath. Kathryn’s soaking cunny was facing the window and she was overwhelmed with a sense of sexual hunger the likes of which she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Her nieces #### was stretched tightly around the deep pink #### that filled it, the lips being pulled in and out with each rapid thrust. The girls #### gripped the dogs huge slab of meat so tight that it was obvious the young girl was determined to strip every drop of sperm from the dogs huge balls. Shortly, the huge #### failed to come back out in full thrusts, but seemed limited to a few short inches of movement. Kathryn’s ##### was frantically milking the shaft with a million year old rhythm, something that she was not consciously doing, but was pure instinct.
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