I walked into the main dining room of my mansion. It was a large hall, with a table that could seat thirty at its fullest length. Tonight it had been broken down to it's shortest length. The room was softly lit with candles, and dinner laid out for two. At one end was my chair, and opposite me was Isabelle.

She had been dressed and made up as I requested by my maids, in a lovely white wrap dress with soft folds and a plunging neckline. Like all my slaves, she would probably never wear a bra or panties again. Her hair and makeup were lovely and subtle, and suited her young age. She looked just as I wanted, like a little luscious wrapped present for her master.

Her fragile wrists were bound to the arms of the chair she sat in with thick leather cuffs. I walked up to her as she looked up at me, her huge eyes wide and frightened, her lower lip trembling slightly. She gasped when I reached out and stroked her cheek, but did not resist. I smiled at her as Winston supervised the serving our meals.

Red wine, a piping hot steak and side dishes were set at my place, and a chicken breast, cream of spinach soup and a large glass of milk at Isabelle's. The chicken had been cut up into bite-size pieces, and there was only a spoon by her plate to eat with. On a small dish next to her glass were two pills. "Prenatal vitamins, Sir," Winston murmured as he removed her wine glass.

I continued stroking her cheek and said, "So, my lovely, I hope you're hungry. You have to keep up your strength for the sake of the baby I'm putting in your belly."

Her eyes welled up with tears as I continued. "You do understand that there is no way to escape from this room or this house, don't you?" She nodded. "Then if I release your wrists, you aren't going to do anything foolish that would not do you any good and would force me to punish you?" She nodded again. "Good girl," I said and removed the leather cuffs.

She rubbed her wrists for a moment, then waited while I went back to my seat. When I picked up my knife and fork, I nodded to her to begin her meal as well. "And I expect you to eat everything you are served here, little mommy. Your diet is exactly what an expectant mother should be eating every day." "Yes Master," she whispered tearfully, and picked up her spoon.

After the main course, Winston's underlings cleared the dishes and left me with a snifter of brandy, and Isabelle with a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. As the servants were leaving I said, "That will be all, I don't wish to be disturbed until I summon you. Winston you may take care of that other little matter we discussed now."

"Yes Sir," Winston said calmly, ushering the rest of the servants out the door and shutting it firmly behind him.

I stood up and walked back over to Isabelle's chair. She hadn't touched her ice cream yet. Her breath was short and rapid, and her pupils had gone wide like a frightened cat.

I smiled again and said, "Didn't I say you had to eat all your food, little slave?" I picked up the spoon. "That means dessert too. Lots of calcium in ice cream." I scooped a nice helping of ice cream and chocolate onto her spoon, and held it up to her mouth.

She opened her mouth, and I slipped it in, letting the ice cream and sauce smear across her lips as I pulled the spoon back out. As she swallowed, I leaned down and kissed her, slipping my tongue in and tasting the dessert and her luscious little mouth together. As soon as she was pregnant, I could start having her suck my cock every morning to wake me up.

That thought snapped the last thread holding back my lust for my little fucktoy. I grabbed her by the arms, yanked her out of her seat as she screamed, and threw her onto her back on the table. I reached down and yanked open the top of her dress, ripping it off her torso in one motion and using it to bind her arms painfully into the small of her back.

She begged, "Please-please, I'm too sore, I'm still bleeding down there--" I cut her off as I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed for 10 seconds, and her lips started to turn blue. When I released her she coughed and gasped. After that she kept crying and whimpering, but she didn't dare say another word.

I gazed down again at her gorgeous full tits, her creamy skin made golden in the candlelight, her slim waist under my hands as I yanked her to the edge of the table. I pulled off my own shirt, then picked up the bowl and began pouring the melted ice cream and sauce over her tits and then up into her mouth. I pounced on top of her and began devouring her sweet slick tits, sucking and savagely biting her tender chocolate tasting nipples as she cried.

I raised up and covered her mouth with my own, plunging my tongue deep in her throat, as I reached down and started tearing the bottom of her dress off of her hips and her little slave's cunt.

Once the dress was gone I poured more sauce into her mouth. I continued to kiss her with my tongue down her throat as I roughly parted her pussy lips and jammed two of my thick fingers deep inside her. Her screams were muffled by my mouth as I began to ruthlessly frig her cunt, and I could feel her start to bleed as I opened her tight walls to prepare her for her master's hard fucking once more.

My eight inch cock throbbed against her thigh as her body betrayed her again, her pussy getting wet in self defense as I fingerfucked her. Soon the sauce, the blood and her own juices had her ready for my cock. I stood back up and took my cock out, then lifted her legs up and put her ankles on my shoulders.

As I began working my large cockhead back into her bleeding tiny hole, I got even harder looking down at her. Her mouth, her tits and her belly were smeared with chocolate and cream, making my bitemarks and scratches gleam in the candlelight. She was wailing, her chest and tits heaving, and her face contorted in agony as I forced my cock deep inside her. As I rammed my full length home again, my cock slamming hard into her bruised cervix, she arched up and shrieked as she had when I tore open her hymen. God, if this was how she will always react to my first thrust, I thought, I may never get rid of this responsive little whore.

"Is it sinking in now, cunt?" I hissed as I began pumping into her. "That this is your life, that this is what every day of the rest of your fucking life will be like?" She wept louder as I laughed and fucked her harder.

"This is the best you'll ever be, young and still a favorite of your master," I sneered, my hips slapping against her thighs and ass and a sucking sound each time my cock entered her. "When I get tired of you I'll probably turn you over to the farmhands." She looked at me horrified as I laughed wickedly. "You'll spend your days tied over the edge of a pigsty, getting fucked from both ends by the whole compound.

"So I would start working hard to make sure I am always pleased with you, Isabelle. You're lucky to get a headstart on your sister slaves. All you have to do to please me right now is to get pregnant, and then get good with your mouth, and learn to stand me fucking your tight little ass long and hard, without a whimper."

She nodded, swallowed hard, and lay her head back against the table, submitting at last to my demands on her body. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, but she couldn't stop from crying and whimpering altogether, as I am sure the pain radiating from her pussy and womb was agonizing.

I looked down with sheer savage joy at my mating with her, fucking the living shit out of that tender young twat, her almost virgin walls still so tight and her tiny hole getting torn open more and more as my thick bloody shaft stabbed into her endlessly. Her lips were moving soundlessly. I was sure she was praying to die.

After fucking her and my pony Sable earlier, I was able to hold back on cumming for quite awhile. I wanted to test her endurance anyway, and I knew she would never be this tight again. I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. So she had to withstand almost a half hour of hard fucking. I shifted her a few times so that I could fuck at a different angle and feel all her throbbing, ravaged pussy walls, before I was finally ready to fill her womb with my seed again.

As I felt my balls tighten, I leaned over her and pulled her cunt right up against me, my cock rammed in to the hilt and the head forced up into her womb, as it was flooded with my seed again.

As I collapsed on top of her limp shaking body, my cock still jammed deep inside her and twitching as it pumped the last of my cum into her, she moaned piteously and tears rolled down her face, but she concealed any other signs of distress.

I was pleased with her learning to submit to me. Over time I would teach her how to use her cunt to milk my cock, how to take my shaft and my jism straight down her throat, and a dozen other ways to serve me well. She was going to have to work hard to hold my interest and keep her favored place in my harem.

After a few minutes I raised myself off of Isabelle, pushed her legs up over her chest again, and stood up. As I adjusted my slacks I reached in my pocket and pulled out a short thick dildo and a small leather harness. She moaned again as I forced the dildo up into her ravaged snatch and strapped it into place. "Keep this on all night tonight to hold in my seed," I ordered. She nodded numbly.

I pressed a button on the wall to summon the servants who would take her upstairs to be cleaned and strapped to her bed for the night. Her glazed eyes followed me as I walked out of the room. I left her as she was on the table, bound and smeared all over with drying sticky sauce. Her throat, tits and thighs were bitten, scratched and bloodied. Her dress was in shreds on the floor. As spent as I was, I felt a rush of intense pleasure as I reveled in how I had used my slave in every way I was willing to right now, especially her young fertile womb.