Nothing mattered, not the thought 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 terrible need, she was to intent on getting to the kennels, to get relief, any kind of relief she could manage.
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 body. 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 face flushed along with her neck and chest, the need to be taken, to be forced to submit, so strong that the blood in her body, pounded through her veins, out of control.
Finally getting the door open, she found herself in a long hall, with barred cages 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 door, she was crushed to find it had a lock on it. Tears came to her eyes in her frustration, but still, her mind frantically searched for an alternative.
Finally she pulled up her dress in the front, and pushed her mound against the bars, almost collapsing with the first thrill of the dogs tongue on her flaming red cunny lips. She pressed in hard, her body holding the dress up, and her hands grasping the bars so hard her knuckles turned white. Her head leaned in to rest against the bars, and moaned uncontrollably as the dog continued to lap at her. She spread her legs wide to allow him to get to her bottom, as well as the full length of her slit, with its bloated cunny lips, 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 body, her belly was convulsing, and her juices began to drip down her inner thighs. She clung to the 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 waves coursing through her body, she stayed upright, and the dog continued to lick her. The feeling was so wonderful; she thought she would die of pleasure.
That is how Molly found her when she entered the room, clinging to the bars with her legs spread, and her back arched, forcing her mound against the bars. Unaware of Molly’s entrance, she continued with her ragged breathing, mumbling incoherent sounds to the dog. Watching her from the side, Molly drank in the sight, knowing that Kathryn was truly her slave now, and that she would obey her in everything for fear of being denied the dogs if she didn’t.
Soon she would have the extra leverage she wanted. With Kathryn thinking she was pregnant with puppies, she would be forced to obey her. After all, what could she do about it…? The thought of the black babies her little white slave was going to breed 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 dress fly back and cover her face. As she struggled with the dress in a frantic attempt to get free of it. Molly continued to harangue her. “HOW DARE YOU COME HERE WITHOUT PERMISSION? GET UP… GET UP NOW, YOU SLUT”. Scrambling to get her dress down, and get to her feet, Kathryn was frightened more than she had ever been before in her life. She pleaded, “Please Molly… I’m sorry… please; I just needed… something so bad… I… really, I… I didn’t think it would hurt anything… please don’t punish me… please Molly”. Looking down at the small white girl, and could see she was frightened to death.
Deep inside, Molly was elated to hear the plantation owner’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 time she was caught.
Grabbing the girl by the front of her dress, she pulled her over to the empty cage across from the dog, opened it, and pushed Kathryn into the cage. Slamming the cage door shut, she then locked it, saying. “If you like the kennel so well, you’ll live here until I say different. You love the dogs so much; tonight I’ll breed you to them. How long do you think it will take them to fill your belly with puppies 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 dogs. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she clutched at the bars, 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, hard, so hard she whimpered, unable to conceal her shame.
Molly stared at Kathryn with a slight smile on her face, and said, “You will do what I tell you anyway, your promises mean nothing, you can promise something only if you have free will. You don’t have free 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 door, leaving her poor little dog slut locked in the cage shaking with fear, and God help her, a terrible excitement in her loins. There she sat, her eyes wide, unable to look away from the sight of the large red cock on the dog across the hall, wondering if he will be the one.
Leaving the Kennels, Molly tried to find her brother Ben. He needed to know what the plan was for tonight. It didn’t take her long to find out that the overseer had taken Ben and the other dogs to catch a neighbor’s runaway. She had to think hard. Would it be safe to leave Kathryn in the dog kennel, or would the overseer find her. Talking to several of the old people that were left at the slave cabins to putter around the best they could. She discovered that the overseer never went in the kennels. He hated dogs, and besides that, he was always eager to take one of the young slave girls to his cabin after the excitement of the chase.
The best 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 huge shaft buried deep inside her, watched by a dozen men on horses, as they laughed and jeered at her about how she should enjoy herself. It was a much deeper shame to learn that she could feel such pleasure from what was happening to her. She had vowed never to have a man or a dog and feel so helpless to control her body again.
Making her way to the mansion, she gave all the housekeepers and the cook there orders 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 food as the dogs. After all, Kathryn was going to have a belly full of baby soon, and she needed good nourishment.
One of the housekeepers said that a messenger had come with word to expect the Master home in about six or seven weeks, and he was bringing company. The news disturbed Molly greatly, reminding her that she had so little time to accomplish her goal. There was barely had enough time to get Kathryn pregnant, and then see if she had succeeded in her plan. It terrified her to think that she could fail, and might lose everything she had gained so far.
Ben and the dogs didn’t get back until the early morning hours, and when he did, he was surprised to see Kathryn sleeping in the kennel. Putting the other dogs back in their cages, he made his way to his sisters’ room in the mansion. Waking her, he asked what was going on. Molly put a finger to her lips and motioned him to follow her back to the kennel.
On the way there, she explained about the master, and that he was definitely bringing home a suitor for Kathryn, so there was no time to waste. Kathryn was fertile, or at least would be in the next day or so. She outlined her plan, and Ben couldn’t help becoming aroused, having to adjust himself in his trousers. He had dreamed of breeding Kathryn for years 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. Thinking 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, kept Kathryn’s stomach in knots, her body on the edge, with unwanted desire, and an embarrassing wetness between her legs.
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 have seen her sleeping in the cage. Her anxiety increased with each moment, until, to her shame, she was shivering from excitement. She was startled when dhe finally heard the door open, and two sets of footsteps came toward her. Looking up, she saw Molly and Ben looking down at her. Finally, Molly said, “ It’s time for your breeding Kathryn.”
Kathryn felt her breath catch in her throat, knowing that soon, the very thing that most terrified her was about to happen. 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 nothing she could do… She had to obey, even as frightened as she was of the outcome.
Her heart was racing in a panic. There was sweat on her forehead and upper lip, glistening in the lamplight. A sickening, helpless feeling in her chest spread its tendrils throughout her body. It quickly grew into overpowering feelings of want, and the painfully delicious feelings of sexual arousal that made her ache deep in her belly. Her nipples were painfully erect, and her cunny lips were bloated, flushed a deep rose color. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her clit, feeling it throb, each pulse bringing her closer to helplessness.
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