Third Conversion: Katie

The next set of wedding pictures was that of the marriage between Michael Wilson and the lovely Ms. Katie Morris, blonde, 5'6" 125 lbs.  The beautiful blonde bride with her lovely blue eyes was just so stunning in the wedding photos.  With the question and answer format drawing out it revealed that she too planned to enter the marriage as an untouched beauty that had never in her life neither fucked nor sucked.

Dr. Angeline Trèsor, the one person that she could ultimately trust, then she learned of a planned business trip that she would come to lose her precious virginity.  Katie Morris' planned trip had been made in advance with several of her colleagues for a conference, but with refundable tickets, she was able to extend a day and change the flight without any penalty.

An extended day and weekend out in Ferndale, ‘to meet with her old sorority sister and her little six month old baby' was what she had told her fiancé as to the reason for the extension. 

But that morning when her colleagues had departed and Katie was back in the hotel room that she had taken through the weekend, she responded to the knock on her door, then opened the door wide to admit the 6'6" 300 lb. black man who advised that "I's here to make a woman of you, Miss Morris!"

Compliant and obeying the strange man who seemingly had some kind of hold on her, Katie began disrobing herself before this stranger, then she was helping him to disrobe before taking his large calloused hand and leading him over to the king-sized bed.

"Mmm ...................mmm.......... mmm .....................ohhhh!" she moaned from the unbelievable pleasure derived by hot wet tongue licking at her most private part.  It was exciting to get to grasp a male's manhood in her hand for the very first time, shucking at it to make it grow even more, and then it was being placed at the entrance of her being.  But suddenly, upon hearing the words "I's gonna pop that cherry of you, Ms. Morris!" reality suddenly set back in.

"Oh, my God ...........oh, my God .........................who are you ............what are you doing in my room?" Katie panted out in fear.  "Please ......................please don't rape me!  Please!" she begged.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed as the unknown visitor took no heed of her pleas and brutally robbed her of her most prized possession.

For so long she had held her handsome fiancé in abeyance, but now just a mere six weeks from her wedding, all that had been for naught as the bloody mess between her thighs gave evidence of her hymen being ruptured once and for all.

The brutality of it all, with no tenderness shown, the thick male cudgel just kept pounding and pounding at her till it was fully embedded in her torn vagina.

It was impossible for Katie to push the heavy body from her, finding it near impossible to breath from the weight upon her, then her mind registered what he was telling her "Gonna cum, sweetie ............................gonna pop my nuts .......................and I's gonna knock you up good with a little black bastard!"

A desperate and renewed fight to get out from under her rapist ensued, but Katie was no match for this big muscular rapist.  And then she felt him rock upon her, felt him shudder, and then her innards were flooded with a hot fiery balm as the black bastard grunted out his lust time and time again.

Raped and ravaged, virginity stolen from her, she worried as to what her handsome fiancé would think of her being raped by another man ..........................a man who had sex with her, and from the feel of it growing once again inside of her made it evident that he was going to have another go at her!

For young Katie Morris, the big black buck that just popped her cherry, soon he would take his pleasure in sodomizing the young bride-to-be as well as to teach her how to give good head.

A week later, in a follow up session for the survey at Dr. Trèsor's marriage counseling office, while under hypnosis quizzed the young Ms. Katie Morris:

"How many times did the big black man fuck your tight little pussy that day, sweetie?"

"Four!"

"Did he use a condom at all?"

"No, never!"

"Did he sodomize you?  Butt fucks you?"

"Yes!"   

"How many times?" 

"Two!" 

"Did you suck off his big black cock?"

"Yes!"

"How many times did you suck off the black man?"

"Three!"

"Are you worried that black man knocked you up?"

"Yes!"

"When will you know?"

"When I get back from our honeymoon!"

"You will have Michael put on a condom when you consummate your marriage and over the course of the honeymoon, won't you?"

"Yes!"

She would live in fear and agony for the next six weeks, always wondering if the worst possible consequence of the unplanned and unwanted mating would end up having her walking down aisle with another man's baby growing in her tummy. 

Everyone thought that her being so jittery and nervous was due to the upcoming wedding, but she feared that Michael would come to find that his bride had entered the marriage no longer a pure innocent young virgin.

That night in the honeymoon suite, Katie had felt relieved in Michael being so intoxicated from the reception that he had entered her and cum immediately before dozing off in a deep slumber. But the next morning, relief turned to panic for Katie as she was bent over the toilet due to morning sickness.

Katie didn't enjoy her honeymoon, as desired and expected for her; nausea and vomiting continued the following days. Fortunately for her, her husband Michael didn't notice.

Katie knew that Michael was somewhat confused but not so much. Unknown to her, that Dr. Trèsor had also hypnotized him in mandatory premarital interviews.

Hypnotic suggestions implanted would have her recalling the events of that day; have her remember how she was brutally raped by the evil black man. Remember the immense pain she felt when the strange man deeply buried his hammer in her virgin pussy and in each of the following strokes. And then panic when the black bastard announced:

"Gonna cum, sweetie ............................gonna pop my nuts .......................and I's gonna knock you up good with a little black bastard!"

Katie remembered the events of that day forever with pain, shame, and guilt. Dr. Trèsor noted that and decided to make corrections.

But there was one implanted suggestion that would only take place weeks later, to be activated only when the home pregnancy test indicated 'positive' and that she had been knocked up by the black bastard who had raped her. Upon learning that she was pregnant, Katie would go to the phone book to look up the name of Damon Tate, M.D.

What made Katie call Dr. Tate? She didn't know what made her chose him, but somehow she had remember the name, that he was very discreet and quite economical in perform abortions on pregnancies that resulted from a woman being raped.

'Was it one of my sorority sisters who told me about Dr. Tate?' she wondered but couldn't pinpoint just how she had learned about him. Having just been married, there was no way for her to take out too much from their joint checking or savings, just enough of what would cover the abortion expense without it being noticed much, to which she'd be able to explain it away to Michael.

She'd be able to cover the remainder of the abortion expenses on her own: 1) that of going into detail of what she had been forced to do during that day; and then 2) have sex with the doctor. In the meeting with Dr. Tate, Katie would discover that she be having another big black cock up in her if she wanted the abortion.

Katie came from Dr. Tate, all her holes filled with cum of good doctor. Dr. Tate fucked her four times in her pussy; butt fuck her two and forced the beautiful Mrs. Katie Wilson to suck off him three times; just like the black rapist, but this time the emotions and feelings of the young married woman was different.

At first she felt compelled by circumstances to leave the Dr. Tate's use. But soon she began to follow orders and respond to the requirements of Dr. Tate voluntarily and actively participate in the 'love session'.

‘No!' she corrected her thoughts ‘love session is what I do with my husband. This is sex. Pure sex'. And for the first time in her life but only in thoughts she used the F word.

‘Fuck. Fuck session' she hit the exact word.

At the afternoon, she filled the office with her cries; only those cries were of pleasure and not of pain. She found herself begging for more. "Fuck me! Fuck me doctor! Plant your seed inside me!"

Three days later she returned to Dr. Tate for another fuck session. Katie had decided not to terminate the pregnancy and continue with the fuck sessions the next three months as a way to apologize for the time and money lost by the good doctor.

Dr. Angeline Trèsor had done well things, now Katie had a fuck session every 15 days with Dr. Tate. Besides, she had ‘accidentally' found the website interracialhookup.com. And she had two dates next month with two well-endowed black men. Definitely Mrs. Katie Wilson was converted.