Anything... but to feel that deadly biting rod!Remorselessly the leathern straps began to pinion me.My thighs... my waist... my wrists...I found mysel... utterly helpless, with my hindquarters upthrusting.„Any volunteers?“ asked a woman’s voice. It must have come from the woman I had become aware of was in charge of the Stable.There was an immediate chorus of male voices... and I realized a considerable number of the stable hands must have been assembled to watch my ordeal. That it would be heard. Her pussy would be the last thing I tried. Tess’ knees were up, over the chair arms. The angle was awkward, so I stretched one leg out. Tess giggled, but I do not think it was from tickling. We could try that later. Instead, I stroked her calf several times, up to the back of her knee. That brought a different reaction. Then I lightly stroked the back of her knee, which brought a small gasp. That deserved a comment. ‘Tess, I know that when your Mistress services you, she prefers silence. That. “I’m COMING…OH! GOD! OH GOD! HELEN I LOVE YOU”At this instant she manages to rip the clamp off her nipple, and passes out.Coming round a few minutes later, she finds herself impaled on the huge phallus, which she has managed to force completely inside her. Looking in the mirror she sees her normally neat hair in tangled disarray, her makeup (which in her enthusiasm earlier she forgot to remove) has run with the tears and sweat, and her chin is covered in saliva and other bodily juices. Her. I had finally found a group of well hung black bulls that party together and regularly initiate white women to black cocks. I showed them pictures and video of my lovely princess and they were eager to get at her. I told them I wanted her somewhat drunk but not sloppy, after all I wanted her to be aware and fully participate.I wanted to see how a****listic she could become taking a pounding from six black cocks. I figured each bull could cum at least twice so that would be at least 12 loads for.