Thinking of her situation, she felt humiliated, knowing she would soon feel the horrible excitement grow, making her unable to resist the need to submit totally. She could feel the overflow of her juices caused by her sopping wet cunny, the product of her mind warring with her body. It fought a loosing battle against the shame, and humiliation that made her body burn with passion and lust, ripe for the taking.
Kathryn couldn’t deny the embarrassing fact that being owned as a black girls slave, and being forced to perform unspeakable acts, excited her body 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 fire in her loins, that her mind would go blank, only able to feel the ecstasy of being mastered, and controlled.
Closing her eyes, she saw in her mind, the huge stiff member of the dog she had stared at while thinking of the consequences of having her belly full of puppies. His length, and thickness, as well as the swell of his knot, caused her body to simmer with a glowing heat between her legs all afternoon. Try as she might, she couldn’t block out the sight in her mind; the conditioning she had endured made her body crave the feel of the dogs weight on her back, his cock and knot buried inside of her. Thinking of it made her desperate for the feeling of total surrender that she was forced her to endure.
“PAY ATTENTION YOU BITCH” yelled Molly, as she tore Kathryn from her reverie. Taking her arm, Molly pulled her from the cage up onto her feet. As soon as she was up,
Kathryn felt a tug on her hand, as the young black woman forcibly guided her to the door of the breeding room. With a weak voice, Kathryn begged. “Please Molly… nooooo…
Please don’t do this to me… It frightens me. What will happen to me if I get pregnant? Pleasssssssssse… Don’t make me… please… I’m begging you… not thissssssss… Molly didn’t pay any attention to her, just opened the door and forced her into the room, dragging her over to the marble table she know so well.
Stopping next to the marble table, she was ordered to take her clothes off. Molly paused for a moment, and then began undoing the buttons on the back of the dress. Kathryn could barely draw enough air into her lungs to stay conscious. Her whole body was quivering with every emotion she possessed, fear, shame, humiliation, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. There was also a tremendous and undeniable sexual arousal flooding her, something that totally controlled her body. In her mind, she was shouting, “STOP, you can’t do this to me, I’m a white girl.” But the words were impossible to get out, and her body wanted what was going to happen.
By the time Ben entered the room, Kathryn was just stepping out of her dress, and he watched as she removed her chemise, and the baggy drawers that passed for underwear. His steady stare at her breasts sent waves of shame and humiliation through her body, which translated into more throbbing deep inside her cunny. He was holding the leash of the dog that had licked her to orgasm earlier that day. It was straining at the leash, 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 clit ached, and throbbed, almost making her cum.
Molly led her naked to the marble table, and handed her a glass of something, ordering her to drink it. It was a sweetish, almost bitter liquid, and she almost couldn’t swallow 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 cock we can give you. It also settles in your belly so that it almost guarantees you will breed a large littler of puppies.” Kathryn looked at her, eyes wide with shock, she knew this was it, and there was nothing she could do now. In that moment, any hope of a reprieve died, and the massive flood of shame, humiliation, and sense of helplessness, forced her to cum.
Even as she was in the throes of an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm, Molly was pushing her face down on the table. Pumping her hips uncontrollably, and quivering like a tuning fork, Kathryn didn’t realize she was being strapped down to the table. By the time her head was clear enough to think, it was done. She was surprised, 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 make sure she couldn’t get away… To insure she stayed, and submitted to the breeding. 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 body bent at the waist, legs 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 frustration, and inner conflict that she was feeling. Soon her womb would be owned by the dog that would breed her. She would be as good as his soon, no more than property to him. Molly had told her that that is the way it is for slaves, and dogs. She would be filled with his puppies and not available for breeding by any other dog until she gave birth. Sick with fear, and drowning in lustful feelings, she waited. There wasn’t anything she could do about it now but hope she wouldn’t catch, and her monthly would come. 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 potent seed, and Molly had made sure she knew her belly was ripe, and the chance of impregnation was high.
Ben brought the dog closer. Close enough that his tongue could lash out and lick her slit. The first touch made Kathryn arch her back, 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 tongue, and then continued to lap up her juices as fast as they ran from her inner treasure. Molly meanwhile, was stroking her fingers up and down the length of her back, occasionally stroking all the way down over her ass. She let the dog lick her fingers, while she used Kathryn’s own lubrication to slip her finger into her anus, and slowly stroked it in and out.
The combination of the finger stroking inside of her, and the licking of the dog, were driving Kathryn to distraction. She was beginning to feel strange, like her body weighed less somehow. The longer she was made to endure the sensations rolling through her body, the lighter she felt. Her eyes grew heavy, seeming to glaze over more with each stroke of Molly’s fingers, and each swipe of the dogs snake like tongue. Eventually, she couldn’t help letting her eyes fall closed, and she began to feel as if she were floating.
Kathryn was feeling each and every nerve ending in her body, as they combined to create a feeling of pure bliss. In her mind however, she was floating… floating and beginning to see herself, as if she were seeing a picture on the inside of her eyelids. 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 size, and length. How could this be she wondered, as she floated above it all? That’s when she realized that her mind was allowing her to see her future.
She saw her belly begin to grow, swelling slowly. Before long, her breasts became huge, and slowed their growth. Her belly continued expanding, beginning to get big and round, stretching her skin tight, making it looks smooth and soft. Soon she saw a dark line forming down the center of her belly. Her cunny lips were swollen, large and slack looking in a beautiful sort of way. They were a deeper reddish color, rather than their
normal bright pink color. The darker color 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 detached sort of way. Kathryn knew that she was seeing herself growing as her pregnancy developed, even as Molly responded to dog driving her towards her own downfall.
Molly waited until she was sure Kathryn was under the influence of the witch woman’s potion, and then took the leash from Ben, pulling the struggling dog away from his prize. Ben unbuckled his belt, and pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He was totally unaffected by Molly’s presence, it was something you got used to on a slave plantation, space was always a rare commodity.
Molly however, flushed at the sight of her brother’s magnificent body, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and very much more than adequate manhood. She slowly pulled the dog with her to the door; sorry that she had promised Ben she wouldn’t watch them…
as long as he did this for her. She wished with all her heart that she would’ve been able to see her pale, white skinned slave’s belly filled with a fine healthy black baby. With a last longing look at her bound slave, she went through the door and closed it behind her.
Ben looked down at the beautiful sight before him. He admired the long smooth line of Kathryn’s body, the stretched back muscles, the straining arms, and the soft plump cheeks of her spread open ass. He was so excited about what he was about to do to her, that he had to be very careful not to cum before he could start. 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 inner lips, curving out and around a wonderfully pink, wet, and very open hole. Her lips continued up until they met at the junction of her clit… her very stiff and engorged clit, partly free from its confining hood. It was a man’s dream come true, so open and inviting.
Taking his cock in his hand, he placed it just below her clit, 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 finish, knowing he had all the time he needed. Back and forth, up and down, he swirled the head of his cock, until Kathryn in her haze, began to frantically seek his shaft. Slowly he pressed his cock home, taking very short light strokes, enjoying the sight of her inner wetness, making his cock look so black and shiny.
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