Fourth Conversion: Gretel

The lovely Ms. Gretel Herzog, standing at 5'4" and weighing a mere 117 lbs., had met her fiancé Tom Manning in college and the wedding date had been planned for just over a year following their graduation and getting gainful employment. The bride-to-be had obtained a degree in Occupational Therapy and was working at the new Rehab Hospital.

Under hypnosis, the bride-to-be advised that her wedding plans included her staying at the honeymoon suite from two nights before the wedding day, advising that she needed to keep her composure as her mother was rather hyper and would definitely put her into a frantic state is she remained had home.

Immediately following the Thursday night wedding rehearsal and dinner, Gretel planned on checking in at the hotel. With her cousin working at the front desk of the hotel, everything had been arranged and she was given her cousin's employee rate, thus making it quite cheap for her to relax for that two nights and a day before the wedding.

Everything should already have been arranged and Gretel was leaving things in the capable hands of her good friend who was serving as the wedding coordinator. If all worked out, just a few phone calls would be needed to the people assigned to various tasks, then Gretel could just relax and get ready for the big event.

With the wedding scheduled for Saturday night. With makeup and wedding gown brought in a van at the time of her check-in early that Thursday afternoon, Gretel hung up her beautiful wedding gown and veil, making sure that everything was spotless and perfect for the wedding.

Things went perfectly at the wedding rehearsal at the church, followed by a nice dinner for the wedding party and out of town guests at an elegant restaurant, then her fiancé escorted her up to the honeymoon suite before he left to join up with the best man and guys serving as ushers. But after Tom had seen her to the door and was walking out of the hotel lobby, a well-dressed black man folded up the newspaper and got up from his chair to make his way towards the elevator.

Hearing the knock at the door, Gretel merely thought that Tom had forgotten something, but she called out first as she had not seen anyone from the peephole. Gretel froze and went numb, unable to think rationally after hearing the male voice on the other side of the door responding with "Tyrell Cosby! I'm here to pop yer cherry before yer wedding day, Miss Herzog!"

Unexplainably, Gretel undid the security chain and opened, turned the lock and opened the door to admit the stranger on the other side. Then she was looking up at a big muscular black man who towered more than a foot over her. She could only watch in silence as the man then took the sign off the back of the door knob, putting the 'Do Not Disturb!' sign onto the front of the door.

Door was being locked and chained, and then the black stranger smiled at her to ask "Ya brought yer wedding gown with ya, Miss Herzog?" As she nodded a 'yes' response, she was advised to "Go put on yer wedding gown and model it for me, honey!"

Walking to the bedroom as her heart pounded in her chest, Gretel wondered 'Why am I doing this? Why am I going to model my wedding gown for this strange man?'

But she went into the bedroom, stepped out of her beige heels and began to unzip the brown dress she had worn to the rehearsal; Gretel asked herself 'Why did I allow him in? Who is he?'

Questions going unanswered as undid her bra clasp to remove the garment, not needed as the wedding gown was strapless and had one built-in, Gretel then sat on the chair to roll her white hose on. She donned the gown, and then stepped into her white heels that had been placed in the closet. Once the veil was pinned on, she then walked towards the doorway leading to the living room area to model her wedding gown.

Entering the living room, Gretel saw that her unknown guest had helped himself to bar and poured himself a drink. "Ah, yes... beautiful... just beautiful, Miss Herzog! Come here, honey... put your leg up on the couch here... so's I's can be the one to peel the garter belt off!" she was told.

Doing as she had been told, Gwen could not believe she was being so unladylike in lifting her right leg up and placing her heel down upon the leather cushion next to where her unknown guest was sitting.

She shivered in feeling the large calloused hands caressing her calf before sliding up her leg, going up under her wedding gown that she herself was holding up to allow Mr. Cosby to get to the prize that he was after. Gretel shivered and trembled when the man's fingers went past the garter belt that she wore for that purpose, shuddered as thick fingers grazed over the crotch of her lacy white panties.

Ten minutes later, Gretel stared up at the ceiling as the big black stranger loomed over her. White heels first removed by this unwanted guest and now he was rolling down he last of her white hose with her wedding gown bunched up around her waist.

Seconds later, after her legs had been bared, the man was grasping at the waistband of her lacy white panties. 'Why am I letting him do this to me? Why can't I stop him?' she asked herself as the panties were now down around her knees and about to be pulled off her legs. Then he was kneeling up upon the bed, stripping off his clothing and baring his glistening ebony body before her.

Only when Mr. Whitmore was looming above her and rubbing his 'thing' up against the entrance to her vagina did she shudder with fear. But when he announced that "I'm gonna pop yer cherry now, Miss Manning!" did reality fully set back in her mind.

In an instant, Gwen came to realize that she was in the honeymoon suite and dressed in her wedding gown, and a total stranger was in the room alone with her... naked! Buck naked and intent on putting his filthy 'thing' in her... intent on raping her against her will and taking her virginity! "Please... no... stop! No, don't... don't rape me... please don't rape me! Please don't rape me!" she cried out in protest.

But for Tyrell Cosby, the man who had purchased her on the BLACKHORSES auction block, he had coughed up a cool fifty grand to fulfill making his dream fantasy come true. For Tyrell, money was no object as he had lots to burn, and purchasing this filly and getting the honor of popping her cherry just a couple days before her wedding was just priceless.

And when asked if he wanted her to snap out of her hypnotic state just before he fucked her, the answer was a definite 'YES' for him. He wanted the prim and proper little bitch screaming her head off when he went and raped her, knowing full well that when he departed, she would not dare report the rape as she would never be able to ever explain why in the world she had admitted him into the honeymoon suite in the first place.

"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee... nooooooooooo... stoppppppppp... stopppppppppp... owwwwwwwwwwww!" were the screams that never got beyond the soundproof walls of the honeymoon suite when the beautiful bride-to-be got her cherry popped once and for all.

Tyrell leaning up and pressing at the beauty's knees to spread her wide, Tyrell smiled widely in triumph as his fantasy had been fulfilled. Once he had seen her picture on the website, learning that she indeed was a virgin going into her marriage, the info relayed that she would be staying at the honeymoon suite beforehand to keep from having her mother agitate her, Tyrell had been determined to win the beauty at all costs and nailing her before the big day.

Looking down to where the cell phone was transmitting the video, Tyrell smiled and announced "Damn, she sure is a bleeder!" Due to the brutal rape, his entire cock and the insides of her ivory thighs were just coated in blood, attesting to the fact that the lovely bride-to-be had indeed been a virgin.

More and more cherry blood was being pumped out of her as he fucked the delirious beauty, slicing in and out of her bleeding slit. As the raped beauty continued to cry out in pain, Tyrell hammered away at the bitch, telling her that "I've gonna give ya yer wedding present real soon, sweetie! Yeah, I've gonna cum in ya and knock ya up good, bitch!"

Humping away at the agonized beauty, moments later Tyrone groaned out "Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna knock ya up good! Here it cums... here it cums... arrrgggggggg... arrrggggghhh... ahhhh!"

It was when the beautiful bride-to-be was weeping in despair at the horror of being violently raped and maybe impregnated by her vile rapist that a special phrase whispered into her ear would send her back into a faraway hypnotic state.

From this point on, Gretel would be able to remember every detail of what was taking place but it was if another switch had just been turned on, for now she would enjoy the touching and caressing of her intimate body parts... and more so wanted to be sucked and fucked in every which way this big black stud desired of her!

That Saturday morning, Gretel was down in the lobby awaiting the arrival of the maid of honor and bridal attendants as planned. Their gowns were placed on a special rack to be taken up to the room once the maids were done with their cleaning up of the suite.

Meanwhile, she and the gals in her wedding party would enjoy a breakfast buffet before going up to the honeymoon suite to prepare for the big event. And when they went up to the room, it would look immaculate with the elegant suite looking as it should be to welcome a bride and groom to where they would consummate their marriage together.

Gone were the blood stained and cum encrusted bed sheets with new ones replacing them. Bridal gown hanging up in the closet, the whiteness giving it the appearance of pure and innocence, for fortunately the blood that stains were on the interior portion of the garment and hidden from view.

The wedding was beautiful and everyone had a good time at the reception, throwing more again rice as the bride and groom bid everyone goodbye and were headed up to honeymoon suite where everyone could picture what would soon be taking place.

But fifteen minutes after the bride and groom entered the honeymoon suite, Tom Manning lay fast asleep on the right side of king-sized bed, out cold from the drug laced glass of champagne that his beautiful bride had handed to him. All had been well planned as to the intricate details and hand been implanted in recesses of the bride's mind by hypnotic suggestion by Dr. Angeline Trèsor.

And then the timely knock came at the door, to which the beautiful bride open up the door while still in her wedding gown after hearing that "It's Tyrone Whitmore here to fuck the beautiful bride on her wedding night!"

That next morning, Tom Manning awoke from his dazed sleep, his head pounding from all that drinks he had consumed. Naked from the waist down, with only his shirt on, he shook his head to try and recall the events after leaving the reception but couldn't. But in looking over at his beautiful bride who was still fast asleep, Tom slipped out of bed and sucked in his breath at the sight before him.

'My God, we must've sure gone at it once we got up here!' Tom surmised as he gazed down at seeing the blood stained wedding gown bunched up around Gretel's waist. Lacy white panties, white hose and heels lying scattered at the floor of the bed, and then Tom observed the matted Golden Fleece with white flakes and some telltale signs of what had spilled out and soaked into the sheets.

Upon returning from the honeymoon, Gretel informed Dr. Trèsor that had met a black man named Lenox Grover. She confessed that she was about to be unfaithful in her honeymoon with him. She knelt before him preparing to suck the cock when she heard Tom calling her up the stairs to go to lunch. Dr. Trèsor knew. Mr. Grover is a BLACKHORSE's member and he had been in contact with her.

Next morning, Mrs. Gretel Manning got the call: "Hello Gretel. I'm Lenox, remember me?"

"Yes... yes" she answered cheerfully.

Gretel Manning realized that she was in her car heading south, and the height of Hopland goes east to Clear Lake. Then she went into a tourist resort at the foot of Lake approached the clerk and said "Cabin 3, please".

"Oh, yes. Over here Mrs. Manning. Mr. Grover is waiting." The clerk told her.

In the cabin Lenox Glover didn't take long to undress her leaving her alone with her turquoise panty and beige heels. Then she undressed him completely. Then he said: "It's time to do what you couldn't do on your honeymoon".

She smiles at him and she knelt willingly.

Next month in the office of Dr. Trèsor, she tells her new experiences with black men. Lenox Glover introduces her three new friends. All blacks. All well hugs. All mates her. All fuck her. She is in heaven. She is in heaven every time that she come and every time they fill her with black cum.

Gretel Manning is a black cock addict. Gretel was converted.