Kathryns Descent into Dark Desire: A Tale of Enslavement and Forbidden Lust
The Enslavement Of Kathryn
The Enslavement of Kathryn
By
Petlover54
Kathryn was roughly awakened from a deep sleep by her maid. Putting her mouth to Kathryn's ear, Molly said. "Wake up you lazy girl, I have something you need to do." Kathryn fought to understand what was going on. It was still pitch dark outside and she wasn't used to getting up in the middle of the night. She couldn't understand why her maid would wake her at such an hour, and could only mutter. "What's happening, why did you wake me up at this time of night?" As she slid out of her warm bed, she was led by Molly out onto the veranda that surrounded the mansion. "Don't you worry about why, you just do what I tell you, and go where I say you go... and with that, Kathryn was led down the outside steps, and across the broad yard, towards her papa's dog kennel?
Kathryn was becoming frightened as she was led further and further from the house clad only in her thin nightgown. Being a small delicate girl, she had always done as she was told by everyone in her family, and had never been able to stand up to her parents. Since her mother had died a year and a half ago, Molly, one of her papa's slaves, and her maid, had seemed to exert more and more control over her, and she couldn't seem to do anything about it. It started after her mother's funeral with Molly, who was 2 years older at 20, telling her she should change her clothes, and then she told her what to wear. Kathryn was despondent over the death of her mother, and it was just easier to do as she was told, even if Molly was just her slave girl. This quickly became the norm, as long as her papa wasn't around. If he was, everything was "don't you think you should do this or that" instead of ordering her to do it outright, like she did when her papa was gone, but she knew it was an order none the less. For some reason, Kathryn found that she liked being told what to do, finding that it excited her to be ordered about by her black slave girl. Molly's power over the young white girl had rapidly expanded after that, to include just about everything in her life.
Being drug across the yard, Kathryn thought back to two weeks ago. Molly had started to make her do naughty things to her, to make her put her mouth on her private place. This frightened her, because she found that it was exciting her so much that she couldn't refuse, and made her private place become very wet and liquid, her belly feeling as if it had a knot in it. The more she was made to do these things, the more excited she became, and the less she was able to resist doing what she was ordered to do. Molly would order her to suck on her nipples and lick her between her legs, to stick her tongue right between her girlie lips. God help her, she was ashamed of herself, but she liked being made to do it because it made her feel as if she were melting between her legs. It made her aware of a deep need in her belly, but she didn't know what that desperate need was.
This had gone on several times a day for a week or so. Then while she was licking Molly's slit like she had been ordered to do, Molly began to squeeze and knead Kathryn's breasts, causing feelings she had never felt before. She found herself pushing her soft breasts into Molly's hands. Her dress was quickly unfastened and pulled down off her shoulders to expose her milky white breasts. Molly cupped the firm mounds in her hands, and began rolling the pale pink nipples between her thumb and forefingers.
The touch of her black slaves' hands on her hot flesh caused her large pink areoles to crinkle up as her nipples hardened. Her private place twitched and clenched, and became soaked with her juices as her nipples sent sharp jolts of pure pleasure directly to her cunny. The feeling quickly became so overpowering, that she could hardly catch her breath. As Molly lowered her face, and took a nipple into her mouth, Kathryn let out a long whimpering moan of pleasure. At the same time she felt Molly's hand pull her dress up to her waist, and put her hand through the opening of her pantaloons, touching her soft and wet cunny. Kathryn squirmed in excitement and also with a little fear, but couldn't help spreading her legs a little. Nobody had ever touched her there, and she was shocked to feel the explosive sensations of her first touch, even as Molly pushed her finger between the fully flushed and pouting lips of her sex. She gasped and shivered in the excitement, knowing she was helpless and could do nothing to stop her. Suddenly she lost control of her hips and began to hump up against Molly's hand and questing finger, desperately wanting more of the new and wonderful feeling causing waves of pleasure deep in her belly.
Molly felt elation at the way Kathryn was submitting to her so easily. She had to make sure that she wasn't allowed to orgasm yet. She wanted her to beg and ask for permission to orgasm. Molly wanted Kathryn to know in her own mind, that Molly, and only Molly, controlled her pleasure and that the more she submitted, the more pleasure she would be allowed. She new what Kathryn was feeling, she had planned for this a long time. She had worked long hours struggling to learn to read and write in secret, aware she would have been whipped, or worse, if she'd been discovered. If things progressed as she hoped it would, she would become the beautiful white girls' owner in THE END
The Enslavement of Kathryn
By
Petlover54
Kathryn was roughly awakened from a deep sleep by her maid. Putting her mouth to Kathryn's ear, Molly said. "Wake up you lazy girl, I have something you need to do." Kathryn fought to understand what was going on. It was still pitch dark outside and she wasn't used to getting up in the middle of the night. She couldn't understand why her maid would wake her at such an hour, and could only mutter. "What's happening, why did you wake me up at this time of night?" As she slid out of her warm bed, she was led by Molly out onto the veranda that surrounded the mansion. "Don't you worry about why, you just do what I tell you, and go where I say you go... and with that, Kathryn was led down the outside steps, and across the broad yard, towards her papa's dog kennel?
Kathryn was becoming frightened as she was led further and further from the house clad only in her thin nightgown. Being a small delicate girl, she had always done as she was told by everyone in her family, and had never been able to stand up to her parents. Since her mother had died a year and a half ago, Molly, one of her papa's slaves, and her maid, had seemed to exert more and more control over her, and she couldn't seem to do anything about it. It started after her mother's funeral with Molly, who was 2 years older at 20, telling her she should change her clothes, and then she told her what to wear. Kathryn was despondent over the death of her mother, and it was just easier to do as she was told, even if Molly was just her slave girl. This quickly became the norm, as long as her papa wasn't around. If he was, everything was "don't you think you should do this or that" instead of ordering her to do it outright, like she did when her papa was gone, but she knew it was an order none the less. For some reason, Kathryn found that she liked being told what to do, finding that it excited her to be ordered about by her black slave girl. Molly's power over the young white girl had rapidly expanded after that, to include just about everything in her life.
Being drug across the yard, Kathryn thought back to two weeks ago. Molly had started to make her do naughty things to her, to make her put her mouth on her private place. This frightened her, because she found that it was exciting her so much that she couldn't refuse, and made her private place become very wet and liquid, her belly feeling as if it had a knot in it. The more she was made to do these things, the more excited she became, and the less she was able to resist doing what she was ordered to do. Molly would order her to suck on her nipples and lick her between her legs, to stick her tongue right between her girlie lips. God help her, she was ashamed of herself, but she liked being made to do it because it made her feel as if she were melting between her legs. It made her aware of a deep need in her belly, but she didn't know what that desperate need was.
This had gone on several times a day for a week or so. Then while she was licking Molly's slit like she had been ordered to do, Molly began to squeeze and knead Kathryn's breasts, causing feelings she had never felt before. She found herself pushing her soft breasts into Molly's hands. Her dress was quickly unfastened and pulled down off her shoulders to expose her milky white breasts. Molly cupped the firm mounds in her hands, and began rolling the pale pink nipples between her thumb and forefingers.
The touch of her black slaves' hands on her hot flesh caused her large pink areoles to crinkle up as her nipples hardened. Her private place twitched and clenched, and became soaked with her juices as her nipples sent sharp jolts of pure pleasure directly to her cunny. The feeling quickly became so overpowering, that she could hardly catch her breath. As Molly lowered her face, and took a nipple into her mouth, Kathryn let out a long whimpering moan of pleasure. At the same time she felt Molly's hand pull her dress up to her waist, and put her hand through the opening of her pantaloons, touching her soft and wet cunny. Kathryn squirmed in excitement and also with a little fear, but couldn't help spreading her legs a little. Nobody had ever touched her there, and she was shocked to feel the explosive sensations of her first touch, even as Molly pushed her finger between the fully flushed and pouting lips of her sex. She gasped and shivered in the excitement, knowing she was helpless and could do nothing to stop her. Suddenly she lost control of her hips and began to hump up against Molly's hand and questing finger, desperately wanting more of the new and wonderful feeling causing waves of pleasure deep in her belly.
Molly felt elation at the way Kathryn was submitting to her so easily. She had to make sure that she wasn't allowed to orgasm yet. She wanted her to beg and ask for permission to orgasm. Molly wanted Kathryn to know in her own mind, that Molly, and only Molly, controlled her pleasure and that the more she submitted, the more pleasure she would be allowed. She new what Kathryn was feeling, she had planned for this a long time. She had worked long hours struggling to learn to read and write in secret, aware she would have been whipped, or worse, if she'd been discovered. If things progressed as she hoped it would, she would become the beautiful white girls' owner in THE END
