Even in her drugged 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. She remembered the embarrassment of being taken in front of all the house slaves, and knew that many of the field slaves must know about her by now… Gossiping about the little white girl Molly had made into her doggy slave and her shameful reaction when the dogs took her. Losing control of her body, she begged, and pleaded… Groveling like bitch in heat, forgetting who watched… Forgetting who witnessed her sexual frenzy, as her thoughts narrowed down until she could think of nothing but the huge iron hard cock stroking so wildly and deep into her traitorous sex.
Molly used Kathryn’s own excitement and the almost unendurably intense sexual bliss she felt while being forced to do the most humiliating things against her. She loved to watch as Ben’s hard glistening cock ever so slowly stroked in and out of her clutching cunny, the lips making it look as if they were sucking on his black shaft with each withdrawal. Each time he came inside her, she loved seeing his seed appear around his cock as it oozed out, making a white ring around his black shaft before finally enough had overflowed to run down over her clit, or the crack of her bottom as the case may be.
Kathryn was never allowed to become totally conscious during her breeding, but was closely watched and tenderly cared for by both Molly and Ben. They wanted to make sure of conception, so Ben mounted her three times during the day, and once again during the night, though whether it was for Molly’s peace of mind, or because she used that opportunity to visit the dogs in their cages, was open for debate.
On the fifth day, Ben gazed at Kathryn’s impassioned face, head turned to the side, mouth open, and her chest rising and falling with her ragged breathing. She lay on her back, feet in the air, her legs spread wide, held there by his strong hands wrapped around her ankles. Looking down, he watched as his glistening ebony shaft drove relentlessly in and out of her perfectly formed womanhood. The sight 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 torturous ecstasy of sight and sensation. He could feel the grip of her reddened and swollen outer lips, and
powerful inner muscles with every nerve in his thick cock, making him feel as if he could explode at any moment, making him slow the pace of his thrusting, not wanting to cum too soon. This might be his last chance to have Kathryn for a long time. He knew his sister… She wouldn’t let him make a habit of taking her young 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… Nothing that could hurt the baby, and he understood her thinking. She had the future of every slave on the plantation to think of, not to mention the dream she had worked towards ever since she was caught trying to escape six years ago.
While Ben was busy in the breeding room, Molly was in the process of being taken for the ride of her life in the kennel. She had let two of the biggest dogs out into the central hallway, and even now, was on all fours with one of them buried past the knot in her sodden pussy. She was down on her elbows, her ass high 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 powerful thrusts… Uhffff… Uhffff… Uhffff… Uhffff… In a rhythm as fulfilling and steady as any girl could wish for. Her face was resting on her arms, her ample breasts swinging back and forth, her nipples brushing back and forth on the polished floor.
At this moment, Molly didn’t want to think of anything but her own satisfaction. She desperately needed to take her mind off Kathryn for a while, and the feel of the dogs huge, thick cock definitely was doing that. It been a long time since she had thought only of herself, and right now she was unable to think of anything beyond her coupling with the beautiful dogs. The dog that was mounted on her had his head on her shoulder, right next to hers. She could see him from the corner of her eye, his tongue hanging out as he panted. His knot 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 second dog was circling her, waiting his turn, and licking her where ever he could. There was hardly any sound, just the dogs panting, Molly’s ragged breathing, and the wet sounds of sex. She rested her forehead on her hands, unable to think beyond the blissful feeling in her belly, and was happy to have only that to think of for now.
It wasn’t often that Molly let herself have this pleasure, always afraid of being caught by her brother, or heaven forbid, if it was the overseer. At least she didn’t have to worry about that tonight, he had been called into town for some unknown reason, and knowing how far it was, knew it would take him hours to get back. Ben would take as long as he could; this was his last chance to be with Kathryn, for a while at least, depending on how things went.
She knelt there under the big dog luxuriating in the intense feelings caused by the fullness… The stretched feelings, that little pleasure/pain that hurts so good, putting pressure on her clit from the inside and causing all kinds of sensations to shoot through her belly. Her nipples were hard, the areolas puckered from the stimulation of rubbing on the smooth floor creating tingles that reached right down to her sex.
Molly was being forced closer and closer to the edge. She felt the building urgency of her coming orgasm more and more desperately, silently repeating over and over, a mantra in her mind “Don’t stop… Don’t stop… Not… Not now, not yet” timing each word in her mind with her breathing and the thrusting of the heated shaft deep inside of her. Over, and over, and over again, faster and faster it repeated itself in her mind, until she felt the rush of ecstasy overtake her, exploding like a starburst in her belly and radiating out to the rest of her body like ocean waves 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 heat adding to her rapture. It was long minutes later before she felt herself begin to come down from a peak so long awaited.
She knelt there, slightly dazed and unable to tell how much time had passed as she wallowed in the afterglow of the moment. She was just barely aware of one dog dismounting, and the other mounting her immediately. She moaned in a deeply appreciative tone, as she felt another huge cock spread her slippery lips and push its way in deeper and deeper until it was buried to the hilt. Quickly, his knot began to swell; his cock extended in length and became thicker. Any thoughts not connected with what was happening in the here and now for her, were driven from her mind as her new lover began to work his magic inside of her.
Ben gazed down at an exhausted Kathryn and admired her lovely form as his fingers grazed over her neck, and then moved lightly over her breasts, pausing to pluck softly at each nipple. He continued his wanderings, moving his hands to the insides of her thighs as they lay spread before him, loving the soft tender skin there, so pale and silky smooth to the touch. She looked so innocent in her drugged state. Of course he knew she WAS innocent, knew too, that she couldn’t help what her body felt, or how it betrayed her, causing her so much humiliation, and thus extreme excitement due to a quirk in her nature. It was such a profound excitement, she was unable to resist. No matter how often she was humiliated, she never lost her ability to feel even deeper shame when that excitement was pointed out to her, causing her uncontrollable physical pleasure by what ever, or who ever touched her, especially the dogs. The more people that witnessed her shame, the less she could control what happened to her, or how she felt. Ben found a certain beauty in that, almost a love of what she was.
He hoped with all his heart that he had given her his baby, even if Molly insisted she must believe she is pregnant with puppies. It was vital to what ever plan she had for all of their people here on the plantation. He knew about when she would begin to come out of her drugged state, and he was told it was important 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 black mans baby. He was also to time the dogs mating so that at least two were whelping at the time Kathryn was due, so that a seamless exchange could be made to cover the lie. Sighing, he backed away, lowering her legs so that she would be comfortable, but placing a folded blanket under her bottom so that none of his seed would leak out. After all, there was no sense in taking any chances he thought.
Ben was going to his small cubby hole at the back of the kennel, but stopped dead in his tracks when he opened the door and saw his sister Molly there on the floor with two dogs. He stopped and backed out quietly, leaving the door open a few inches so that he could see what was going on. His eyes were just about bugging out of his head at the sight before him. He had come in just as one dog was getting down from Molly. He had to put his hand over his own mouth to keep from gasping out loud. The second dog mounted immediately after the other’s dismount, and he heard his sister give a moan that would make a priest hard, and he was no priest.
There knelt his sister, and from what he could tell, 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 silent, no sounds except the heavy panting of the dog, and Molly’s ragged breathing mixed with the wet slapping, sucking sounds of mating. Ben could see her breasts swinging back and forth, not huge, but well formed and desirable 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 different in his mind, women weren’t supposed to do that sort of thing, at least not HIS sister. As he heard her begin to make grunting noises each time the dog slammed into her, he slowly back out and began to close the door, angry for being to weak to stop looking sooner. He soothed his conscience with the thought that it must have been the shock of seeing her that way… She had always been sure to look so in control or everything. He’d never seen this helpless side of her, and he thought he liked this side very much. It gave him a new insight into what drove her to reach for her freedom so hard. It was so she could make choices for HERSELF, not have them made for her the rest of her life, and the thought that she was including every slave on the plantation in her bid for freedom made him suddenly proud of her. Yes…
Pride… That was what it was, and he closed the door.
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