Destiny 1

DESTINY 1

Picture the scene: On a small remote island somewhere between Africa and India along a dusty, undulating mountain road, a  team of twelve animals pulling an ornate carriage, their leather harnesses gleaming in the sunlight. The carriage was a sight to behold, richly adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant colors, exhibiting the artistry of its construction and giving a hint to the importance of any occupants.  Its large, sturdy metal ringed wheels  creak as they roll over the uneven terrain, sending up occasional clouds of dust that swirled in the warm mountain air with each twist and turn on the path.  A rather more functional but vacant trailer is hitched to the rear of the carriage suggesting the entourage are enroute to collect cargo. Their path  roughly follows the contours of the ocean about 100 yards below and to the left.

At the front sitting atop the carriage, an experienced female driver commands the team with some poise. Her outfit is both practical and stylish, reflecting her role as a skilled equestrian while also showcasing a sense of elegance. From a distance she appears to be in her mid 20s and wears a tailored riding jacket. It is unbuttoned to help keep her cool. It is a deep red, adorned with subtle gold embroidery along the lapels and cuffs, adding a touch of sophistication. Beneath the jacket, she appears to wear a white blouse with a high collar. The blouse features delicate lace trim at the cuffs, peeking out from under the jacket sleeves, which adds a feminine touch to her ensemble.

Her trousers are fitted and made from a elasticated material, that cling to a shapely bottom which can be see occasionally when she feels the need to stand as she manoeuvres the reins. The trousers are a rich charcoal gray. They tuck neatly into knee-high leather riding boots, polished to a shine, which complete her outfit. On her head, she wears black riding hat with rounded design. The hat not only serves as a stylish accessory but also provides protection from the sun. Completing her outfit is a simple leather belt that cinches her waist. Her blonde hair is neatly tied back in a low bun, ensuring it stays out of her face as she focuses on guiding the animals.

Her outfit reflects her authority, as she holds the reins firmly. With a combination of short verbal commands and the occasional crack of her whip, she guides the animals which for the most part respond with precision and coordination. Simple commands such as "walk", "trot" which we all understand. Further commands for left and right "gee" and "haw" punctuate the air. They are of course blinkered meaning they must put full trust in their driver. The sound of her voice carries over the rhythmic thud of hooves, creating a harmonious blend of communication and movement.

The animals mostly move in unison, their leg muscles rippling as they navigate the winding paths. They respond immediately to the driver’s commands, it is easy to see them using their lungs to the fullest especially on the steepest inclines as the driver seeks to maintain a constant speed. However it clear one at the back is struggling to keep the pace and appears to lack the discipline seen in the others. The sheer size of the team adds to the spectacle, as they work together to pull the ornate carriage up and down the rolling hills. However despite the occasional cooling breeze from the sea it is late afternoon and the heat is quite oppressive making this a demanding task for the animals who are being pushed close to their limits. 

Surrounding them is a breath-taking landscape, with steep cliffs rising majestically on either side and patches of wildflowers dotting the roadside, adding vibrant splashes of color to the dusty earth. The air is filled with the earthy scent of the mountains, mingling with the faint aroma of leather from the carriage.

The animals are organised in four rows of three. The first row, furthest from the carriage, consists of the strongest and most experienced. These animals are  larger and more muscular, providing the initial power needed to start the movement of the vehicle. On the second row the animals are slightly smaller or not quite as strong. They help to maintain the momentum and stability of the team. They are aligned directly behind the front row, ensuring that the force is evenly distributed as they pull the carriage up the undulating mountain tracks. The third and fourth  rows includes the  less experienced animals, which do not have the same level of training and fitness as the others. 

Each animal wears a harness  that fits snugly around their upper body, distributing the weight of the load evenly. The collars are connected to the traces, which are long straps that extend back to the carriage. These are attached to the carriage and run parallel to the ground.  Each animal's trace is securely fastened to its harness ensuring that the force is transmitted efficiently. To maintain the alignment of the team, cross chains connect the animals in each row. These chains help to keep the animals together, ensuring they move as a single unit while allowing for minimum individual movement. The reins are attached to the bridles of each animal which directly controls their head, allowing the driver to communicate commands effectively with the whole team.

As they journey along the picturesque yet challenging mountain road, there appears to be bond between the female driver and her team such is the control she has over them, showing a blend of elegance, strength, and harmony. It is clear this is something that most of them have done many times before.

However everything is not just as it seems. It sounds perfect but there is something quite shocking about this scene that has yet to be described. The "animals" are all men and despite initial appearances none of them are participating willingly. They have certain characteristics in common such as they are all Caucasian and as we will discover, they come from wealthy backgrounds. But they  differ in terms of age, height, weight, build, complexion. They appear to range from about 30 years old to early 50s. Some are bald or balding while others have more hair. The "animals" that have been here the longest are the strongest and they make up the front row. More recent acquisitions are closer to the carriage and they tend to be carrying a little more weight and not quite as fit or strong as the others. None of them have any visible body hair. 

They have been bound in a way that makes virtually any normal voluntary movement impossible. Their arms are secured behind them in a single leather glove and attached to a link on the back of the bridal that covers their entire heads and pulls their arms in a prayer formation up their backs. This serves to keep their heads up at all times as failure to do so will put more stress on their aching arms, unnaturally twisted behind them as they are. 

As if all that wasn't shocking enough each one is almost naked except for their harnesses and horse shoes and some pieces of female lingerie. Their footwear resembles a high heel ankle boot that a woman might wear except there is no heel forcing them to take all their weight on the ball of their feet and adding about three inches to their height. With their legs distended like this, they take on a certain female quality. The hips  sway more as the body compensates for the altered center of gravity, creating a more pronounced and feminine motion. To the sole of each shoe a metal horseshoe is nailed in place to the thick wooden base to perfectly mimic the sound of a horse. The effect of twelve men or twenty four 'hoofs' creates a sound indistinguishable from a team of horses. 

If this wasn't bizarre enough, each 'animal' is outfitted in identical canary yellow fishnet stockings attached to a delicate suspender belt around their waist. It is an astonishing visual experience to anyone who encounters this for the first time.

The nylon  would have felt alien for any man against recently shaved legs, a reminder of the absurd situation they  found themselves in. The thicker band at the top of the stockings, a garish yellow against their pale flesh, digging slightly into their thighs, connected to a surprisingly flimsy suspender belt that must have contrasted sharply with their masculine alpha male perceptions of themselves. And that is part of the reason they were forced  to wear such garb. The stockings were a statement of total power and domination that had only one purpose: humiliation and subjugation.

Their manhood is similarly in bondage. Each of them wearing a matching yellow plastic chastity device which appear to be rather a tight fit if any of them had average or above length or girth.  Their ball sacks however hung free and they looked quite extended in the main. Perhaps it was an indication of how infrequently they were relieved. On top of the yellow plastic was a logo, an image of the ace of spades in black with the letter 'D' printed in the middle. 

As they galloped along the path the chastity devices danced with a life of their own, bobbing rhythmically with each stride. The sun occasionally would catch the shiny plastic, making them shimmer and sparkle at times. With every powerful movement of their legs, it would lift slightly, bobbing up and down. As  feet struck the ground, they would swing down, the momentum pulling it into a gentle arc before it sprang back up again. The movement testament to energy and effort the animals made, each bounce a lively metronome keeping time with their rapid breaths. 

And yet for the most part they appeared entirely focused on completing their work with vigour if not total enthusiasm.

One final bizarre detail about this scene. At each corner of the coach a naked woman holds a torch of burning tar. The torch was simply a thin piece of timber perhaps three feet in length which they hold with two hands.  Each girl is similar in height and build.  Maybe 5"2,  braided blonde or reddish hair tied back. They look like they are between 20 and maybe 45. They hold their torches out in front of themselves keeping pace with the carriage. Each of them has large breasts, some are substantial. They bounce and jiggle with every small step. While their task is somewhat easier than the 'animals' each is covered in sweat.  They are dressed only in a short grass skirt, no knickers or footwear of any kind.

It is a confusing scene not least because while the 'animals' pulling the carriage are clearly in bondage and being controlled by the woman atop the carriage, the four ladies with the tar torches appear to be doing so willingly. But why would any woman want to run about a remote island in such primitive attire in what must be an exhausting ordeal in this heat, carrying a burning torch. 

Occasionally as the carriage passes fields there are brief glimpses of other Caucasian women working in fields. They are a wide spectrum of ages from teens to over 60 years old.  And like the torch holders they wear only grass skirts.  Where the women are working we invariably see small collections of mud houses. Why would they choose to live this way?

Only one aspect of this bizarre scene has yet to be revealed, the carriage. The interior was sumptuous, where every detail whispered of luxury and refinement. Plush, upholstered seats and  the rich velvet fabric glimmering softly in the warm light. Deep crimson and gold patterns decorated the cushions inviting you to relax total comfort.

The air was infused with the faint scent of polished wood, and her gaze was drawn to the exquisite panelling that adorned the walls. Dark mahogany, meticulously carved with intricate designs, gleamed under the soft glow of brass sconces. 

Large arched windows framed the outside world, allowing the golden light of the setting sun to spill in. Heavy drapes, made from luxurious silk, hung gracefully, their deep hues complementing the rich tones of the upholstery. They could be drawn closed for privacy but the owner of this vehicle did not seek it. Underfoot a plush carpet cushioned with intricate patterns weaving a tapestry of color that said 'elegance'.

A black lady named Destiny sat upon a plush velvet chair at the rear of the carriage, the grandeur of her Victorian gown was a vision of elegance and poise. The rich burgundy silk of her dress pooled around her, the voluminous skirt cascading gracefully over the sides of the chair, creating a soft, flowing silhouette that enveloped her like a delicate cloud. With her extendable hand fan resting lightly in her lap, she occasionally flicked it open, the lace and silk creating a gentle rustle that contrasted with the thudding hoofs and creaking wheels. Destiny was a lady in her early 20s and she was clearly the most important person here.  

At first glance it appeared there was only one person in the carriage. However looking toward the floor we can see the 4 inch high heel shiny black stilettos and matching black stockings of a house maid who was busy between Destiny's legs.  She kept both her hands clasped together behind her back, which must have made it more difficult to maintain this position. The top of the skirts of her maids outfit reaches no further that her buttocks and as she wore no knickers. From the position opposite Destiny it would be possible to see her shapely bottom and all of her female charms.

Destiny's maid had been servicing her for most of the journey, perhaps about 40 minutes. She was clearly very experienced in this work and from time to time Destiny would let out a combination of soft gasps, moans, and sighs, often building in intensity as pleasure peaked. At one point when the carriage had been travelling for about an hour it had come to a halt at its destination.  A small harbour where a boat filled with supplies awaited. The sailor, a black man dressed in white sailor attire stood to attention in the harbour by his boat awaiting  Destiny to alight. He too could hear Destiny's climax approaching as well as every other member of the entourage as she let out a series of high-pitched cries before settling down, allowing her to get her breath back and compose herself. Her maid remained beneath her skirts cleaning up all of her juices, pushing her tongue deep inside destiny awaiting her next instruction. After another five minutes she received a tap on the head, "out you come girl" in a South African accent. 

Outside the coach the 'animals' stood in absolute silence while Destiny had enjoyed her pleasure, grateful for the opportunity to rest and catch their breath after their carriage pulling marathon.  The driver and lamp holders remained motionless also. The torches continued to burn held in front of the women at each corner.

Emerging from below Destiny's dress was a woman who must have been 40 or a little more. Despite her current appearance she was still  very attractive. Her  blonde hair clung to her forehead in damp strands, the once-lustrous locks now a tousled halo that framed her face, coated with Destiny's juices which gleamed around her mouth with occasional strands of hair stuck to her nose and upper lip. Expertly applied lipstick and mascara were now smeared all over her face mixed with sweat, tears and pussy juice. Her cheeks were flushed, a rosy hue that contrasted with the pale tone of her skin, evidence of the relentless heat she had endured while performing her duties.  Beads of perspiration trickled down her temples, pooling at her jawline before cascading down her neck, where the dampness clung to her collarbone.

Her maid's outfit was like something from Victoria's Secret as it revealed her breasts completely as they hung out to either side of her chest, nipples pointing just off center to left and right. Like every other girl we have seen they were large in proportion to her slim frame, perhaps a D cup, although gravity had done its work over the years as they hung just a little lower than they would have ten years earlier.

"Straighten yourself up" Destiny commanded adding an ironic "My Lady" while throwing her a headband covered in white frilly material to complete her black and white maids outfit. It had no practical purpose. 

The woman appeared utterly defeated as she tried to compose herself. She pursed her lips visibly biting her tongue no doubt in an effort to control what she might otherwise regret saying.

As she knelt up Destiny bid her to lean forward. "Come here girl" she said waving a single index finger in a soft arc toward herself. As she did so the younger woman brushed some of the stray hair stuck to her face back. "Now we must make sure Lady Isabella De Jong is looking her best before leaving the carriage, mustn't we?" she said as she now supported the older woman's chin with the same index finger forcing her to look directly at her. 

"Yes ma'am" Isabella  replied in a low voice, as low as she thought she'd get away with. And with  little eye contact that was really only looking at Destiny's chin.

But it wasn't loud enough or said with enough conviction.  Even though it had happened many times before, Isabella was taken by surprise when she received an open palm slap to the face almost knocking her to the ground.

"Try that again girl like you mean it" she ordered, again in a calm and measured tone.

This time she replied with the volume and apparent sincerity and eye contact required.

"Good girl" Destiny acknowledged offering her the same index finger to take into her mouth. She sucked and licked it like it was a little penis and allowed Destiny to trace around her bottom row of teeth before withdrawing and wiping her finger on the blonde lady's face as if to dry it.

Destiny pulled a cord above her which rang a small bell. This was the driver's cue to dismount and arrange the steps of the carriage which simply extended from below the floor to the dusty ground. with this she opened the door allowing Isabella to emerge first. Both the driver and Isabella took their positions either side of the steps to assist Destiny as she eventually made her exit. As she did so, both blonde women curtsied then offered a hand each to support her descent.

"Any problems with the animals?" Destiny enquired of he driver.

"Not really ma'am, although as expected the newer animals have struggled a little".

"That's good" she replied adding "Get them watered and two sugar cubes each for the return journey"

Meanwhile the sailor had been standing to attention near his boat as Destiny approached him.

"Uncle Tom!" she exclaimed, "how are you?"

Uncle Tom bowed deeply responding "very well ma'am" as half a smile covered his face as he pretended he was pleased to see her. 

He was a man in his late 50s, standing over 6 feet tall, greying hair at temples but with a good physique for a man his age. His facial hair was tidy and he sported a thin grey moustache, otherwise he was clean shaven. He probably didn't much like being referred to as Uncle Tom however he was in no position to do anything about it.

She offered him her hand to kiss which he did with enthusiasm, bowing again as he did so. Even as he bowed he still towered over her. She was a petite girl even in her heels concealed below her elaborate dress she was just over 5 foot.

"I hope you had a nice trip across" she enquired.

"Yes, no problems at all ma'am, everything went without a hitch" he responded.

"And did you manage to get everything on my shopping list" she said raising an eyebrow.

A large smile broke out across his face revealing his gleaming white teeth apart from one at the front which was gold.  It looked like he had good news for her.

"Yes ma'am, I got everything"

"Good boy" she said licking her lips "get him up here so I can have a look at him" she ordered. Tom apparently didn't mind being called a 'good boy' in fact he looked positively happy about it. He disappeared back to the boat emerging a few minutes later with a cage measuring about 3 feet by two feet on a hand truck. Inside the cage was a naked man. 

"Here he is, Frank De Groot ma'am"

He wheeled his cargo across a narrow gangway onto the harbour.  The man was secured in a hogtie within the cage. His mouth was gagged however he was clearly conscious. He struggled with the bright light presumably having been locked in a dark place for some time. 

Destiny inspected the cage as a full smile broke over her face.

"This dog smells like shit " she remarked casually.

"I think it's because he is a shit ma'am" he replied saying something he knew she would approve of.

"And where is wifey?" Destiny enquired.

"She's down below, would you like to inspect her now?" Tom enquired.

"In a minute." She replied.

She approached the man looking at his expression of fear and enjoying her power over him as she peered down at his squinting bright blue eyes. "Not so high and mighty now Frankie, are we" she offered. Of course he couldn't reply but this brought about an immediate physical reaction as he tested his bonds and managed to move his little prison a half inch on the ground.

"Get this piece of shit into the trailer Tom and load up the rest of the goods"

Tom had the man in the trailer in no time and with the assistance of Isabella they loaded up no end of luxury goods and a vast array of outfits which she enjoyed dressing her captives up in.

While this was going on, Destiny took the opportunity to inspect the animals with the assistance of Nettie the driver. 

Nettie was about 25 and was blonde like the other girls although she appeared to be of a higher rank judging by her attire. She was the only one apart from Destiny who's breasts weren't on full display. However when standing as she was now it was possible to see  her boobs and nipples depending on where you stood in relation to her for she did not wear either a bra or blouse, rather her jacket had been embroidered with white frills and a collar to give that impression. Clearly she was another who was under Destiny's control as no woman would choose to dress this way.

The inspection involved looking at their teeth as if she were inspecting horses. Occasionally she would push a few fingers in their mouths and of course the animals offered absolutely no resistance, ensuring their tongues did not interfere with her probing. The saliva covered finger would usually find its way into another animal's mouth or be wiped on its cheek. However what interested her more was to weigh their balls in her hands and invariably squeeze them to see how much discomfort they could endure and often speculating about how much semen they contained. 

While fondling one of the animals in the second row she asked  the driver "How long have we had Garlic Breath, Nettie?" who was standing right beside Destiny. 

"Six months ma'am, it'll be ready for the front row soon I expect." she said referring to the animal in the dehumanising gender neutral terms as 'it' as if it was totally normal.

"And remind me, what age is it?" she enquired further squeezing and pulling down on his balls.

"I would need to check but I think it's early 40s, possibly 42"

"And how would you say it is progressing?"

"It's definitely settled down a lot in the last two or three months, it appears to have accepted its position and I think it's beginning to take pride in what it can offer the team" Nettie replied.

"And how long is it since it needed to be gagged?"

"I think six or seven weeks ma'am" Nettie replied adding "it really did lack a lot of self control in that department when we first processed it". she said with a chuckle.

Destiny quickly lost interest in 'Garlic Breath' when she noticed movement behind her. All animals had stood perfectly still apart from one on the back row who was twitching his arms, shaking his head and moving his feet on the hard ground doubtless in an effort to get as comfortable as possible given his confines.

"What is wrong with this animal!" she demanded of Nettie.

"That's Pig-Boy, it's only been here less than a month, that's why I've kept it gagged" Nettie explained.

"Oh yes, he's not such a big shot now, is he" she said referring to a previous life.

"Release it from the team now" she barked.

Nettie quickly undid at least ten different buckles pulling the unfortunate animal from the herd. Standing by itself, it did look quite pathetic. Although it was about 6 feet tall, unlike the others it's posture was poor, as its inclination was to bend rather than stand up straight despite its various harnesses, it had skinny legs, was overweight from eating and drinking in a previous life, skin was red and blotchy from both the sun and chaffing of its straps and its tongue was firmly pressed down using an intricate head harness ensuring it could make only minimal sounds.  Its back and legs were stripped with numerous whip marks. 

Destiny grabbed it by its balls and chastity device and pulled it toward her. Although a petite young woman she too was wearing a three inch heel beneath her elaborate dress affording her a little extra height. However she still had to look up to make eye contact with it.

"Look at me!" she demanded

As Pig-Boy tried to look the other way she twisted his nut sack with such force that it let out a high pitched yelp that not even its gag could suppress.

His eyes, which by now had welled up, made instant contact with Destiny.

"Now I've got your full attention you piece of shit let me remind you of your situation. You may not like it here but it's the only place you're ever going to be. You can make it easy for yourself or difficult. To be honest I prefer difficult as you will suffer more. You can either submit or try to rebel. It's your choice."

She maintained her grip on his private parts. 

"Nettie is going to give you a quick whipping to help you come to a decision sooner rather than later before returning you to the team. And if there is anymore nonsense from you there will be a price to pay when we get back to the stables, clear?" she said whilst giving his nuts another sharp twist.

Unable to speak he made a brief nodding movement before he was released.

"Twenty strokes with the cane Nettie, don't hold back" she barked.

As Destiny walked away the sound of the cane on flesh could be heard within a few moments as Nettie caned him where he stood. He tried to defend himself but the only movement he could manage was to turn away. It was no defense when she was just as happy to thrash the front of its body as the back. In less than five minutes it had been returned to the team to await the journey home.

Meanwhile Destiny approached uncle Tom. He had returned to his original position and was standing at attention.

"All done ma'am" he reported adding "the animal is secure in the trailer and all the supplies have been loaded up."

"Good boy, fetch the wife now" she said clicking her fingers.

Tom scuttled off to retrieve the girl returning a moment later with a dishevelled looking lady dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and flipflops. 

"Can I introduce Trudi" he announced looking pleased with himself.

"How old are you girl" the young black woman asked her.

"Twenty nine" she replied.

"You will always address me as 'ma'am', I'll let it go this time but it better not happen again. Now what age are you?"

"Twenty nine ma'am" she replied sheepishly.

"Now get those rags off immediately and put your hands on your head when you're done. I have very strict rules about what my girls are permitted to wear."

It didn't take long for Trudi to disrobe as she wore neither bra or knickers.  Destiny considered her. "I'm not sure if you should work in the fields or the Big House" she said pondering the naked woman in front of her. 

Destiny walked around the girl a few times squeezing her ass cheeks before standing behind her and holding both breasts, gently kneading them. "That's quite a handful girl, what size are these?

"They're double D ma'am" she replied quickly.

"That's nice, I'll decide what to do with you later when I get you cleaned up, in the meantime let's get you into a lovely grass skirt and get you ready for your journey to your new home."

Nettie appeared with a short grass skirt which barely hid her ass,  made from dried grasses, and coconut fibers, woven together. It tied around her waist with a simple drawstring. Barefoot she was taken to the trailer her husband was imprisoned in with her hands tied together in front of her with rope which was attached to the trailer.

Nettie left her with simple instructions: "No talking girl and make sure you run along with the carriage when it moves" 

Destiny was now in a very good mood.

"Good boy Tom, I'm inclined to reward you for your good work, it's taken me quite a while to capture that bastard. Do you think you deserve it?" she said.

"Only if you think I do ma'am" he answered hopefully. 

Destiny approached him reaching for his belt. Releasing it she pulled down his pants and underwear.  Like the 'animals' he was also wearing a chastity device, only it was a different color, white but included the ace of spades logo with the prominent D in the middle.

"How long has it been" enquired Destiny as she stroked the top of the plastic case.

"Two month's and four days ma'am" he replied letting out a soft moan as she gently squeezed his ball sack.

 Clicking her fingers she summoned Isabella over who had been standing by the carriage. Producing a coin she tossed it in the air and caught it. 

"Heads or tails boy?".

"Tails?" he answered.

"Nope, looks like it's going to be head for you" she revealed with a grin.

Destiny took Isabella by the hand and got in close to her face.  "Uncle Tom has been a very good boy and we are going to reward him. Don't forget you have an audience of 12 animals over there including your husband in the second row so make sure you give them a really good show. If you let me down I'd hate to have to spank you in front of them but I will, are we clear?"

Isabella had come here with her husband. He used to be called Henry however his animal name was Ball Bag, possibly because he had big balls but she wasn't sure. Destiny awarded the names and there was never discussion or explanation about them.

"Yes ma'am, I'll do my very best" she promised, ensuring she kept full eye contact with her. She had just watched Pig Boy take a beating and didn't want to get one as well.

"Good girl" she responded releasing her hand and reaching up for her right tit, gently pulling at the nipple.

"I want you to get your makeup and mirror from the carriage and get a good thick coating of lipstick on and see if you can tidy up your mascara while you're at it. You can bring a cushion and place it in front of the animals. Clear?"

"Yes ma'am, right away."

While Isabella rushed off to comply Destiny produced a key from somewhere on her dress to unlock uncle Tom's chastity device. 

"You absolutely will not cum until you receive my express permission, understood boy?" He stood at attention, hands behind his back allowing her to fondle and stroke him. He was hard almost the moment she removed the chastity device. His cock was circumcised just how Destiny like them. It was thick and heavy. A little abstinence does no harm Destiny remarked as she allowed it to jump free and point right up at a 45 degree angle.

"No ma'am" Tom replied enthusiastically, just delighted to have any opportunity at all to ejaculate. Having no means of self release and being totally at the mercy of this young girl had been torturous for him. Unlike other urges such as alcohol or drugs, the desire never subsides, it only gets worse.  He hated being under her control but at this moment he only felt gratitude and joy at the prospect of being allowed to cum. In fact being allowed access to a woman like Isabella was something he could only dream about in his previous life. It didn't matter that it would happen in front of an audience and it didn't matter that her husband was watching. It was that or nothing and he was in no position to negotiate. Any hesitation or lack of appreciation could be enough to change her mind and he couldn't risk that.

Soon Isabella was on her knees in front of the animals sucking on Tom's member. Destiny's preferred position was for both to be hands free. Isabella's hands were clasped behind her neck while Tom's remained behind his back. Destiny rattled off a continual list of instructions for Isabella to follow. "let me see a ring of lipstick right at the base", "lick his sack", "suck his left ball, take it in your mouth", "lick under his shaft", "take the head in your mouth and allow it to slide forward" and so it went on. She only spent about half her time working on his big gland because as soon as she noticed any progress to orgasm she tried to cool things down.  

She took the opportunity to remind Isabella and the animals of their position as well. "I bet you never imagined when you were my age mistreating farm workers that you'd by sucking on a big black cock like your life depended on it." she asked rhetorically. "I hope you  animals are enjoying the show because you will never experience the pleasure of a middle age blonde house girl sucking on you, in fact you'll be lucky if I ever allow you to cum. 

And to Isabella's husband she was happy to remind him of what he had and lost. "Look at those big white tittys Ball Bag. You had them once but now they're gone forever. They are for my pleasure, they are mine to squeeze and to play with. Same goes for her pussy and her other hole. She was your trophy wife now she's nothing but a pussy bitch and a black man's cum dump"

Meanwhile Uncle Tom was getting close but he knew he dare not cum without permission. "Please ma'am, please can I?" he managed to blurt out. But now Destiny was ignoring him and was encouraging Isabella to suck on his head and bring him against his will.  Just as it looked certain he was about to cum Destiny pulled Isabella back. Now holding the back of Isabella's head she brought her face close to his cock which was pulsating and twitching desperate for any contact whatsoever that would bring release. But there would be no more contact. Instead Uncle Tom began involuntarily spurting all over Isabella's face. A ruined orgasm that he got very little pleasure from and yet he had defied Destiny and had cum without permission. Isabella was covered in jizz. It was over her eyes, up her nose and sticking to her hair.  

Destiny pretended she was disappointed. "You have let me down Tom, if and when I decide you can have another orgasm maybe you'll keep to your side of the bargain. You're lucky I don't give you a good thrashing. Now get every drop of your muck of my maid's face using your tongue."

Dropping to his knees he got to work, his penis still jutting out hard as rock. However the taste of his own cum would prove to be a passion killer for him as his erection subsided as he slurped down the cum. For Isabella sucking on and having what she considered a common black man jizzing over her face then licking her was beyond revolting but there was so much of the stuff making the ordeal last an eternity. It was even worse than licking Destiny's pussy she thought. Her thick makeup mixed with cum and Tom's tongue work was now smeared all over her face. She looked a complete mess.

Ten minutes later he was back on his boat with a new shopping list, chastity device locked back on. Isabella was on her knees again in the carriage massaging Destiny's feet. "You look like a total slut" Destiny remarked on the state of her face. "Sorry ma'am" she replied as if it were her fault.  She could still smell Tom's cum because so much of it had gone up her nose. She knew that Destiny's was constantly horny and what passed in the last hour would have her soaking wet. A foot rub would soon turn in to toe sucking and ultimately to eating out the young black woman,  such had been her role since she had arrived on this awful island.  The light was beginning to fade as the sound of the creaking wheels, hoofs,  the calls of the driver and the crack of the whip indicated the carriage and its cargo were beginning the long journey back to the stables and the Big House.