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Shodder Hills - Crimes of the Father By Jonny "We're almost there. Hurry up and finish sucking off that cock," Ms. Jenkins said. "And don't you dare get any of it on your face." Danielle picked up the pace and started sucking with gusto. Her blonde ponytail bounced in rhythm with her bobbing head. Her jaw was hurting from keeping her mouth stretched tight around the shaft for the entire trip. The faster she could draw the load out of the big black monster, the sooner she could close it and sit up. Denton their driver had been enjoying himself immensely. Danielle could tell by the way he kept lifting his butt off the seat to try and plunge an extra inch into her. All the simple tricks she knew like sticking her tongue out to lick the underside of his shaft while blowing him weren't working. He wanted to be buried to the hilt in her throat. That must have been clear to Ms. Jenkins as well because she said, "Holster that shaft. Don't just tease him you dumb slut." Not wanting to experience any of the dire consequences for defying Ms. Jenkins, Danielle propped herself up higher on the passenger seat and came down on the cock at a better angle. Denton took the opportunity to push down hard on her head as he thrust up with his hips. Danielle felt the big mushroom head slide past the back of her throat and pry it open as it inched its way to her gullet. The hand then held her in place as he dropped his hips down with her fully sheathed on his shaft. Her lips were rested at the base of the cock and every part of her started hurt as she was further pried open. She got lots of practice, but he was at least ten inches long and extremely thick. He also stayed firmly planted inside of her. Her muscles didn't get a chance to relax. Danielle realized that more importantly, she didn't get a chance to breath. She started to get a little light headed as she tried pushing her head back. Denton was having none of it. He'd gotten his entire cock into her mouth and he wasn't going to let it out until he wanted to. "There it is," Denton said. "The moment when they try to push it out using the muscles in their neck. The panic is setting in. Oh that shit feels good." Panic was right. Danielle squirmed in her seat and started to feel dizzy like she'd pass out. If he didn't let her breath, she was sure she'd die. Instead he finally reached his orgasm. Danielle couldn't taste it, but she could feel it burst out from him. The cock pulsed and felt thicker as it released spurt after spurt into her. She was on the brink of unconsciousness when his last big load of spunk shot out. Denton gripped her hair and pulled himself out of her throat then. As the cock escaped her mouth, she drew in a huge gasp of air. It tasted of musk and seed, but a breath of air never tasted so good. She took another quick breath and launched herself back onto his shaft. Ms. Jenkins had warned her not to get any on her face, so it was important to make sure any leakage ended up inside her instead. "Oh she's a hungry slut," Denton said. "She's after every last drop." "She better get it all," Ms. Jenkins said. "A white bitch needs to know her place in Shodder Hills. I've been working on her attitude for two years." "Well she's a sexy bitch," Denton said. "And it's not every slut that can take me balls deep." "I'm glad you approve. Let's hope her owners feel the same way. Danielle barely heard any of it. She was doing her best to make the cock happy. When the cock was happy, her life didn't suck as much. In two years with Ms. Jenkins, the only times she remembered where she wasn't disciplined were when the owner of a big black cock exploded into or on her. Convinced she'd pulled every last drop of cum out of him, she took his still large, but shrinking member out of her mouth. Dropping her head down into his lap, she gazed at the big monster. She kissed it tenderly and licked the big tip lovingly as she'd been taught. Danielle then started to thank the cock as she caressed it. She told it in a singsongy voice, "You shot such a big yummy load. Thank you for feeding me. You made me so happy. You're so big that you helped stretch me, and you honored me by filling me full of your seed." As she continued to sing praises to the cock, Denton groped one of her oversized breasts through her blouse. When he realized she had her nipples pierced, he tugged on the rings through her bra. "I think they'll be plenty happy with her," Denton said. "If they're not, I'd gladly take her off your hands." "I'm sure you would, but this girl has an important future," Ms Jenkins said. "Before they sent her to me, she was the last free living heir of Hank Whiteman." Denton grabbed his cock and fed it back into her mouth then. "If that's the case, the bitch owes me another blowjob." "You heard the man," Ms. Jenkins said. "You better do a good job and be quick about it. I don't like it when sluts make me late." His cock re-hardened almost instantly when he realized the implications of who had been blowing him. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but the next time he entered her throat he felt bigger. The prospect of one of the Whiteman girls giving him head obviously made him excited. It also made him crueler as he used her ponytail as a handle to control how her mouth was positioned on his engorged manhood. "We're here you dumb cunt," Ms. Jenkins said. "You're lucky that I gave us time to arrive several minutes early. If you remember what you've learned, you just might get him done in time. You better thank me." Danielle found herself in an impossible situation then. Denton wouldn't let her off his shaft. She couldn't possibly thank Ms. Jenkins properly. The only thing she could think of was to try with the giant cock now pistoning in and out of her throat. Her lips couldn't shape the gurgling sounds as they were stretched out around his girth. She tried, "mmanccc mmmoouu mmsss mmeennccciinnss." "Oh that shit feels good. Keep doing that," Denton insisted. Danielle did. She must have sounded the fool thanking Ms. Jenkins and singing praise to the cock, but if it made him finish any sooner it'd be worth it. A minute or two of embarrassing herself proved fruitful. He forced her fully down again and blew a second load into her waiting tummy. As he pulled her off his shaft, she felt a last burst expel itself as the head made it to her mouth. She wasn't a fan of the taste of cum, but she was becoming accustomed to it. "Thank you for fucking my face," Danielle said after she swallowed. Her voice was a little horse as her throat was raw from the fucking. She planted several kisses on the head of his cock. "You're such a natural fit for my slutty throat." "All the Whiteman girls have throats that are natural fits for big black cocks like mine," Denton said. "Yes sir," Danielle said. She hated saying it, but denying it only made things worse. "Alright slut," Ms. Jenkins said. "Now that you're done enjoying yourself at the expense of my schedule, let's get to my appointment." Danielle apologized and thanked Ms. Jenkins. She exited the car and opened the door for her. Danielle helped the woman out of her seat and then handed her the end of her leash. Ms. Jenkins took it and strode off to the entry to the giant house with Danielle quickly hobbling in tow. Her skirt was a heavy tube that didn't allow for much movement above the knees. Because of that even though she had long elegant legs, she had to take quick small steps on her six inch heels to keep up. Ms. Jenkins rang the doorbell and a moment later a white woman answered. She was a pretty blonde thing, somewhere in her mid-twenties, with big breasts that stuck out almost as far as her advanced pregnant stomach. She recognized Ms. Jenkins right away and despite her condition, dropped into an elegant curtsey. "Ms. Jenkins," the woman said. "It's a pleasure to see you again." "April, I see you've been getting your fill of cock as usual," Ms. Jenkins said. "Oh my master loves planting his seed. I'm preggers more often than I'm not," April said. "How many does this make?" Ms. Jenkins said. "Counting the twins, this will be lucky thirteen," April said. "We've sent seven of those to your academy." This woman had already given birth to twelve children? Danielle was amazed. What purpose would anyone have with over a dozen kids? "Will I be receiving an eighth?" Ms. Jenkins asked. "I'm afraid so," April said sadly. "My master seems to make more boys than girls." "Not to worry. Even boys serve a pretty purpose in Shodder Hills," Ms. Jenkins said. Then she pulled Danielle forward on her leash. "Take your brother here. He's the pretty guest of honor for today's festivities." "This is Danny our bride?" April asked. "I didn't even recognize him anymore. Granted I only saw him the one time, but he was so masculine then." This was the first Danielle had heard anything about their trip. She was shocked to hear that she was to be a bride. She knew she had been shaped into a very pretty thing, but who would want to marry her? What man would want a boy who had been transformed into a girl? She still had her cock and balls, albeit they had shrunk considerably from all of the hormones and drugs she'd taken. It didn't work, but it was still there. "It's Danielle now. We don't want to confuse her, but yes we've had lots of practice honing our craft," Ms. Jenkins said obviously pleased. "The list of surgeries, drugs and training are quite extensive. Danielle here had quite the first year at the academy. It was almost non-stop reconstruction. Why just the constant breaking and resetting to lengthen her legs took months. It paid off quite well though. I'm thinking of making it mandatory for all the new girls." All Danielle had to do was look in the mirror to know it was all true. She couldn't even think of herself as ever being male. They'd managed to removed all traces of manhood from her brain. She knew those thoughts were gone and it only made her dizzy to think about that previous part of her life. "Her legs look fabulous," April admitted. Ms. Jenkins motioned for Danielle to turn around, so she spun in a circle to show Ms. Jenkins efforts. "We added four inches at the same time we widened his pelvic bone. The results are actually quite stunning, but from what I understand the procedures are quite painful. We broke and set the bones both above the knee and below. It takes quite a while for the body to heal that much length. It was worth it though, she looks like a gazelle. Anyways... enough of this chit chat. I look forward to having your tongue in my ass again. You will attend to me later." April looked a little scared, but told Ms. Jenkins it would be an honor. Then she hurried to lead them to a dressing room. After Ms. Jenkins had taken a seat, April was excused to go get the assistants to help the bride prepare for her big day. "Do not do or say anything to embarrass me," Ms. Jenkins said. "It will go very badly for you if you do. Your purpose in life is sealed today one way or another. After that, how well you live depends on how well you obey." "Yes Ms. Jenkins," Danielle said. She knew very well the dire consequences of disobedience. Her oversized breasts were always right there in front of her face as a constant reminder. They were perfectly shaped fake double F tits and were her punishment for not sucking the first dick she'd been instructed to. Ms. Jenkins had promised that they could always go bigger or edit something else on her body. Since then any dick that had ever been put in front of her face, she'd gobbled down with gusto. A few moments later four young white girls came into the room. They were all around sixteen or so, and each supported equally ridiculous fake tits. They wore pink summer dresses and tall high heels. They were made up relatively slutty and had lots of jewelry and piercings. Their hair was the easiest way to tell them apart. There was a redhead along with a blonde, brunette and black haired girl. Each had their hair done up in double pigtails. "Good to see you again ladies," Ms. Jenkins said. "Ms. Jenkins," they all said in unison as they curtseyed. "Start by bathing her. Inside and out. Keep your slutty little hands off of her clitty and out of her virgin sluthole. Then a manicure and pedicure." The girls went to work on Danielle. They stripped her and led her to a bath. She was placed on all fours like a dog and scrubbed thoroughly before sitting her down for a skin treatment. Danielle compliantly accepted the treatment. She usually dealt with her own hygiene, but it wasn't totally uncommon to be handled this way. When her corset came off, it was almost painful. It only came off when she bathed and as a result, her body had grown accustomed to the support. "Oh that's pretty," the redhead said as she fingered her bellybutton piercing. "Too bad it's always hidden below your corset. It must make you feel so girly knowing it's there though." "Her waist is so small for such a late transformation," the brunette said. "Don't you know? They put a lot of effort into getting her right," the black haired girl said as she shoved the nozzle of an enema bag up Danielle's hiney. "She's the last of Grandpa Hank's children." "The one that lived with the whore that he cheated with?" the brunette asked. Danielle didn't like hearing his mother called a whore. She'd realized too late what an asshole Danielle's father was. He'd been a boy then, before any of this had happened. His mom had taken him and ran away to another state. "Yes, this is the slut from the will. She inherits a hundred million dollar trust tomorrow," the black haired girl said. "That's the last of his fortune?" the redhead asked. "It's the only piece that Ms. Black hasn't claimed for her family." Danielle knew she stood to inherit a trust, but had no idea it was that much money. Maybe her groom would treat her better because she stood to be so wealthy. They continued to gossip as they prepared her. After a few enemas, they put a beautiful white satin underbust corset on her. She was used to tight waist confinement, but the four girls tightened the garment to ridiculously small proportions. As the brunette and blonde did her hair into some elaborate updo, the other two did her nails. They were done in solid glossy white and looked fabulous on her dainty hands and feet. After they finished with her hair and her nails were dry, white stockings were rolled up her legs. Garters were fastened and the lingerie looked amazing on her long tanned legs. She was surprised that she wasn't given panties or a bra, but she kept quiet. The shoes caused her to fear. They added six inches to her height, but didn't have a platform. On top of that, they did not have a traditional heel. The front of the shoe extended back a little to provide somewhat of a heel like surface, but her weight would constantly have to be positioned forward. The redhead locked them place with shiny locks, so they were going to stay on despite her desire to be rid of them. Finally came the dress, or lack thereof. It was beautiful, but looked like something out of a slutty version of Alice in Wonderland. It was all white with puffy shoulders and a short petticoat that let the bottom of the dress barely cover her exposed clitty and ass. It shaped perfectly around the corset and went high on her neck in a ruffled top corset collar complete with a leash. The surprising part was that it had an opening to let her breasts pour out. Ms. Jenkins noticed her surprise and said, "You paid enough for those titties that we feel you should show them off. Don't you agree?" Danielle had no idea how much she'd paid for her boobs, but the price of the embarrassment alone was outrageous. She replied, "Yes Ms. Jenkins. My titties love to be on display." Once her full outfit was in place, the girls did her makeup. She sat there as they applied it and took notes from Ms. Jenkins. Finally, she was pleased and the girls backed up happy with their work. "Good job sluts. You've earned all the dick you're going to be stuffed with tonight." "Thank you Ms. Jenkins," the girls said in unison as they curtseyed again. "You may each tongue my ass for a minute before you leave," Ms. Jenkins said as she leaned over the back of a couch and lifted her dress. One by one, the little white girls got on their knees behind her and inserted her tongue deep into nether region. Occasionally Ms. Jenkins reached back with each and took hold of both ponytails. The girl would obediently stay firmly planted in her bum until she released her. After the last one had serviced her and departed, Ms. Jenkins addressed Danielle. "That was delightful. I know how much you like to eat my ass, but I simply can't mess up that makeup before the big event. Perhaps your beloved will allow you to tongue me later." "Oh I hope so Ms. Jenkins," Danielle lied. "Now as for tonight's big event, you are to do absolutely everything you are told without question. If you so much as pout, I swear I will make you bed down with donkeys in Mexico for the rest of your stupid life. Are we clear?" "Yes Ms. Jenkins. We are clear." "We better be fuck slut. We better be." Ms. Jenkins left her to her own thoughts then. She sat drinking a glass of wine while Danielle stood patiently waiting to be wed. Sometime later, the door opened and a young black boy in his early teens came in. "Danielle whiteman," he said. "Come with me. Ms. Jenkins, Ms. Black has requested that you take the seat of honor to her left." Ms. Jenkins stood and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned to say one last thing. "Make me proud you stupid white slut." The boy took her leash and led her to a group of double doors. There they stood waiting. "You have nice tits," the boy said. "Thank you sir," Danielle said. "I'm a Black," the boy said. "You call me Master." "Yes Master Black," Danielle responded. "Sorry Master Black." Then the music started to play. 'Here Comes the Bride' echoed through the hall as the doors were drawn open from the inside. The first thing Danielle notices was the entire left side of the hall was filled with white women of different ages in pink dresses. On the right side was African American men and women all dressed in black. As the boy led her down the aisle on the end of the leash, she noticed the five black groomsmen. On their knees in front of them were the white bridesmaids. The girls weren't facing the procession. Instead their heads were bobbing up and down on the groomsmen's shafts to the beat of the music. She wasn't sure who the groom was. There was a preacher, but the only other person on the podium was a fifteen or sixteen year old flower girl. She was a lean black girl in an attractive black pantsuit. Danielle started to worry as they walked that they intended to marry her to the young boy leading her on the leash. Despite her growing fears, she didn't stop walking. Even if she was married to a little boy, it was better than bedding a donkey. When they finally made it to the front of the procession, the boy halted. The music stopped and the preacher began to speak. "Dearly beloved and skanky white whores, we're gathered here to commence with the slavery union of Hank Black-whiteman's last living girlyboy to Ms. Georgia Black's next eldest child Sandra Charisa Black." At the mention of her name, the lean black girl squared her shoulders to meet her new bride. They were marrying her to a teenage girl. Danielle was so confused, she didn't know how to respond. Luckily the preacher continued. "Who gives this white slut away." Just then Danielle heard a shuffling sound to her right. Down on her knees under the dress of a woman who was obviously Ms. Georgia Black was a rising figure. Ms. Jenkins sat next to Ms. Black with a huge smile on her face. At first glance, the only part of the rising figure to stick out below the dress was a bare white ass and legs in pink stockings. Towering heels were strapped to her feet. As she pulled back and the dress slid off to uncover more, Danielle saw the incredibly tight pink corset. Then came a truly monstrous set of bare breasts. Finally there was the brown beard and balding head of her father. "I do," her father said in a husky voice. Danielle had never met her father. At least she had no living memory of him. She'd only seen pictures that her mother had shown him after they left to avoid the bastard. He wasn't much of a man anymore. He wasn't much of anything anymore. As he stood tall, she noticed he had no trace of sex. He lacked both male and female genitals. The only thing between his legs was what looked like a small pink flower pendant where his cock should be. "You've performed your duty. Now get back to your other duties," Ms. Black said. The crowd laughed as Hank dropped back down to his knees and went back under the dress to continue his service. Sandra took Danielle's leash and led her up onto the elevated platform. There she told her to kneel, which Danielle did instantly. The preacher began his little sermon. He told of an evil man who had sinned in the eyes of the lord. Hank Whiteman had sold ghetto insurance to hard working black families. He was fast to take their money, but his company failed again and again to pay out when the time came. Ghetto loans were profitable because nobody could afford to take the powerhouse company to court. Ms. Georgia Black had learned the truth of the organization. They stole from the poor and gave to the rich. They gave bad loans to blacks for housing while giving good rates to whites. It was a multi-faceted business that was racist to the core. Ms. Georgia Black started a revolution. She leveraged herself to overthrow Hank Whiteman and with the help of some of her trusted friends, she took him as her slave cuckold husband. From there, she systematically began removing his family line from existence. The whitemans would be no more. The preacher told of historical days of slavery where white slave owners had guidelines for breeding the black out of their slaves. Those very principles were inexcusably offensive. Ms. Georgia Black had decided the best retribution for such heinous crimes against her race was to reverse the practice. The only difference was with technology today, the whitemans could be breed into extinction with style. Ms. Georgia Black slapped Danielle's father's bare ass at the last statement and the gathering all laughed. "whiteman boys become the fuckslut girls they were meant to be and their line is forever ended," the preacher continued. "whiteman natural born girls will continue to carry on the purification process for eight generation until their blood has been properly untainted. The ninth generation will stand Black and proud." The assembly all answered in unison when Sandra sang out, "Can I get a Hallelujah!!!" The ceremony continued as it was explained through gospel how Danielle was to become the bed slave of Sandra Charisa Black and anyone else she chose to let use her. Danielle would deny her nothing or else feel the wrath of the Blacks. "Sandra do you take this white whore to be your slave? To have her service you and yours in any way you feel fit? To punish her properly for her tainted blood and evil ways? To mark her as your property and continue in her family's justified retribution by removing her seed from the earth?" the preacher asked. "I do," Sandra said solemnly. "Danielle whiteman," the preacher moved on. "You are the last single male heir of the demon Hank whiteman. You acknowledge your crime for being born of tainted seed and accept your place in this new world order. You promise to serve Sandra in any way she feels fit. You promise to give yourself to her completely as she owns your entire being. Kiss your Master's feet and state your acceptance now." Danielle realized unlike Sandra, she wasn't asked questions. Statements had been leveled at her. Without a choice she leaned forward and kissed each of her new owner's feet before replying, "I do." "I now pronounce you Master and slave," the preacher said. "You may now prepare and fuck the bride." Still holding Danielle's leash, Sandra turned to lead her off of the raised platform. Danielle began to rise, but Sandra stopped her. "No," she said. "You are an anxious and horny bitch in heat aren't you? Soon enough slut, but for now I want my bitch crawling on all fours." Danielle was horrified. She wasn't wearing any panties, so she'd be exposed for all to see. It was her fate though, so she quickly complied before things got worse. The petticoat slid forward and her bare ass was exposed. Her shrunken hairless manhood poked out slightly from between her legs. Sandra smiled and turned to lead her here and there by tugging on the leash. "Wiggle that cute little bubble ass of yours," Sandra said. "And arch that back. This is your moment to shine. It's your last moments as a blushing virgin bride. You want to make me desire you don't you?" I want to run, and maybe even kill myself, Danielle thought. Instead she arched as lewdly as she could and lied, "It's all I desire Master." The white half of the room sat disciplined and stoic. The rest made comments on her fuckability, shape and obedience training. Danielle could only make out pieces here and there as she crawled to keep up with Sandra, but the consensus seemed to be that she was a well-trained desirable piece of fuckmeat. While that thought caused its own kind of fear, she thought it would make both Ms. Jenkins and her new Master happy. Finally they reached a platform towards the back of the room. Sandra led her up onto it and had her stand and lean over a table there. Her arms and legs were each secured to a leg of the table. She would be unable to resist anything that was about to happen. She knew how exposed she was and expected to lose her virginity right then and there. Instead she felt a needle being injected into her taint. It was surprising and painful, so she cried out startled. "Quiet slut," Sandra said. "You don't want to start cock gagging already do you?" "No Master," Danielle replied. "I am sorry." She felt a few more injections and then everything went numb. There was no way of telling what was going on, but she definitely had a bad feeling about things. "Since it's you wedding day, I've decided to give you a little gift," Sandra said. "You get the honor of being marked as my property, but I'm going to let you choose what adorns the tattoo. Do you want flowers, fairies, butterflies or cocks? I know you want cocks? Don't you?" It was a trap, Danielle knew it. Cocks were her only option, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Tattoos of cocks were just too much to bear. She thought maybe going with the most ladylike of the choices would give her a means of escape. "I like fairies Master," Danielle said. "Of course you do slut," Sandra said. "Fairies it is. Fairies with big fat cocks I think." As the news sunk in, Danielle felt the petticoat being pulled up and soon heard and felt the tattoo gun. Other things were happening as people moved around behind her. She couldn't feel any of that, but occasionally she felt a tug here or there as an ass cheek was pushed or pulled. The preacher was talking about the nature of the wedding band and its significance as Ms. Georgia Black took a seat to her left. Her father Hank sat down in front of her. His ridiculously mammoth boobs rested on the table in front of him. He seemed oblivious to them as he sat there smiling. His eyes looked directly into hers, but Danielle could see no recognition or even intelligence in the person that had been her father. "All done," the tattoo artist finally said. "We can do the color at a future date." "Absolutely," Sandra said. "Your work is brilliant as ever. My slut will be so happy with her tramp stamp. Thank you." "We're done as well," another voice said. "It will take a while to fully heal, but she should be fine for tonight and the honeymoon." "Let's get on with it then," Sandra said. "Indeed," Ms. Georgia Black said as she pulled something up and set it on the table with authority. It was a mass of leather straps and a huge black dildo. Danielle couldn't tell for sure, but she'd guess it easily ten to twelve inches of shaft and thick. Its meaning was clear and Danielle had to work to suppress her fear. Sandra walked over and took the harness. She put it on slowly and lewdly as she stared at Danielle. Once it was secured to her, the monster hung unnaturally from her hips. It defied gravity only bowing a little over its length. Sandra took it by the tip and pulled it upwards. She walked to the edge of the table and let the mass fall. It struck the table with a solid thump that made Danielle's eyes go wide. "This is Lover," Sandra said. "Lover is as much your Master as I am. You will grow to love Lover and even to beg me to let Lover visit you. Today though... Lover and I have a hunger. We've been waiting to pop your cherry for a long time. That time as finally come. All you have to do is beg and you'll truly be mine." Fuck you no. If you want to break that monster in use it on yourself. Those were just thoughts though. She couldn't balk. She had to do what was demanded of her. If not, it'd just get worse. The creature sitting in front of her was testament to that fact. "I've waited for this moment my whole life," Danielle said as tears started to fall. "Please Master. Please Lover. Please make me into your little fuckslut. It is my purpose. I am nothing but an object to bring you pleasure. I beg you to fuck that very role into my life." "Well since you asked so nicely," Sandra said. "Lover seems excited to see what you look like from the inside, so let's turn you into a meat puppet shall we?" With that, Sandra walked behind her and Danielle could no longer see what was going on. Ms. Georgia Black looked almost proud as she soaked in what was happening. Her father sat there checking his pink nails. Danielle was still pretty numb from the shots she'd been given. That was a blessing, she knew. Her asspussy was first worked open by what had to be fingers. There was no way it was the monster cock. Soon the fingers withdrew and she felt the head of the dildo at her opening. Even in her somewhat numb state, she could tell it wouldn't go in easy or painless. It was simply too big for her virgin hole. Sandra wouldn't be deterred. She leaned in again and again. Each small thrust opened Danielle up a little more. Finally when even with her numbness she thought she couldn't open anymore, the bulbous head popped in. "Bitch I'm home," Sandra called out to the cheers of the other guests. "You weren't lying Ms. Jenkins. This bitch is tight. Lover is going to have such a fun honeymoon breaking in her cunt." The strokes started to become longer and deeper. It was a very new feeling to Danielle. The corset kept her midsection tight, so putting a foot of thick cock in her ass compressed everything even more. It was painful, but also surprisingly pleasurable. She felt like Lover was wreaking her, but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience. Whether Sandra knew that or not, she didn't seem to care. She was young and full of energy. Not only that, but she was making a show of fucking her bitch. She soon got into a rhythm and Lover sawed in and out of her with reckless abandon. About five minutes into her ass rape, Ms. Georgia Black took a plate that was sitting to her right and placed it in front of her father. Danielle was still adjusting to the pounding, but the plate's contents were curious to her. The items looked familiar. "Swallow," Ms. Georgia Black said to Hank. He reached out and popped one of the two pink kidney bean shaped items into his mouth. An over exaggerated swallowing motion signified that the first was now in his tummy. As he reached for the second, Ms. Georgia Black said, "Once he swallows the last of your balls, the first generation of the whitemans will be purified." Danielle's father was being forced to eat his last son's balls. Danielle knew they were useless to her, but she somehow held out hope that one day she could still make a man of herself. As lover buried himself to the hilt inside of her and the last of his testicles was consumed, Danielle realized there was never any going back. To reiterate the fact, Sandra tirelessly fucked her for almost an hour. Danielle's father was led away and soon a progression of black cocks lined up to fuck her mouth. Time started to blur together. Danielle passed out a few times due to lack of air. She didn't know if she was bound to the table for an hour or four. All she knew was her ass was no longer numb and Lover was still inside of her. Sandra had taken off the harness, but she'd reversed it to secure the giant deep inside of her. Her Master sat with Ms. Georgia Black as they chatted and gave pointers to the men still fucking her face. It was all too much for Danielle and when a particularly large tree trunk of a cock slid deep down her throat, she passed out. She didn't know how long shed been unconscious when she woke, but she was face down in a bed. The cobwebs of sleep flew away as she realized the reason she woke was because her Master was reinserting Lover into her asscunt. There was pain, but she gritted her teeth and bared it. "Lover was getting lonely," Sandra said. "I didn't think you'd mind. I saw how you loved it when he's deep inside of you." Did she expect to be answered? Danielle was confused. She decided to say, "I did feel empty without him Master." "I told you you'd grow to need Lover," Sandra purred. "I did all the work last time. Get on top and ride Lover like a good little whore." Sandra rolled and pulled Danielle along. Lover never left her ass and soon she was in a reverse cowgirl position with the cock deep within her. She realized she was still in her wedding outfit. Looking up from herself, she saw a large mirror across from the bed. Her hourglass figure looked very erotic as it bounced up and down on her black Master. Curious as to the extent of what had happened to her, she lifted the petticoat and dress. The action was not missed by her Master. "We just made you a little more desirable," Sandra said. "Balls are so wasted on white boys and they take up so much space. It's disgusting really. Even if you tuck them up inside, that nasty ball sack is always in the way. We removed both. Stitches and superglue will keep you nice and sewed up as you heal. Then it'll be a smooth patch." Sandra grasped Danielle's corseted waist and guided her up and down onto Lover. Each downward stroke felt like she'd rip in half. As she moved up Lover's length, she felt a brief hollow and empty yet pleasurable relief. "Your shaft is still there," Sandra continued. "If you can still call that tiny thing that. Actually don't. You will only call it your clitty from now on. You can see the small gold ring at the base. That's your wedding band. I had to decide if you should keep the silly little thing or not. You see I didn't want you to be able to fully pass for a girl. You're not one and never will be, so I wanted you to have a reminder. Maybe if you beg me sweetly in the future I'll change my mind, but for now your clitty stays. It's barely a bump in your panties as it is and if the hormones weren't enough, the ring will keep it small and limp." Danielle let the dress fall. With such an extreme petticoat, it didn't cover much, but her clitty was hidden in the lace. Her fate was sealed. She was nothing but a pretty little fucktoy. Lover's presence insider her proved there was no aspiring to anything else. "You're truly mine now," Sandra said as if she'd read her mind. "I have such plans for you. But first turn around and face me. I want you to see your tattoo in the mirror." Danielle complied. Lover felt strange as he rotated inside of her. Her asscunt felt filled in a different way. It took her a bit to adjust to the shaft resting in her at a different angle. As she came to grips with it, she looked over her shoulder. Sandra had helper her raise her dress again and this time she saw the black text surrounded by four fairies with large erect cocks. "Sandra Black's Sissy Slave. A whiteman no more..." Danielle read aloud. "Exactly," Sandra said. "Now get on all fours. I feel like really fucking." Danielle complied and Sandra rode her hard. It felt odd when Sandra began to occasionally smack her ass, but Danielle soon found herself longing for it. "I'm still deciding if I want to put real cocks in this sweet pussy of your, or if I want to keep it all for me and Lover," Sandra said as she pulled back on her hips in strong bursts. A few minutes later she added, "What do you think of going up a cup size or two and maybe adding a little junk in the trunk?" What did she think indeed? It obviously didn't matter. "Whatever makes you happy Master," Danielle said.