Cow Girl_(1)

Cow Girl.

Chapter One.

Carol was not your typical Iowa high school girl. She was raised by what could

only be called a dysfunctional family. Her parents paid very little time

concerned with her happiness or comfort. Her father was a long-haul trucker who

enjoyed the job because it kept him away from his obese wife who rarely left the

house except to go the grocery or liquor store. So it was only natural that

Carol would be attracted to any source of attention.

She lived in rural Iowa and her nearest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away.

She had to endure a forty-minute bus ride to get to school and she dreaded this

daily trek. It was during these bus rides that Carol was subjected to the cruel

ridicule of her peers as they mocked her poor cloths and her mother’s

appearance. Carol herself was a pretty girl who had developed quickly. Her ample

breast and baggy clothes gave the impression of chunkiness that was unfortunate.

In reality she still had a bit of baby fat to grow out of but she had a body

that most would fine highly attractive. She was self-conscious of her body’s

sexual maturity and worked to hide it during these grueling bus trips.

It was on the last leg of her return bus trip on a dusty May day that Carol saw

a sight that would change her life. Rapidly gaining on the trudging bus was a

bright red motorcycle being driven by a blonde girl in a leather jacket. What

was interesting to Carol as she gazed out the back window was that she

recognized this girl as being new in school. Carol did not think she lived near

her yet why would she be coming down this rural road if she didn’t. As Carol

watched, the mystery girl tore past the bus and sped down the road. This girl

had been the topic of some gossip because she was a loner and seemed a hood. She

took no grieve from the cheerleader types and had been rumored to have punched

one out. Carol thought she was a striking girl with a tall athletic stature that

Carol would love to emulate.

Carol watched as the bike turned down an access road to a farm that had recently

been for sale. A thought quickly came to Carol’s mind as she pictured herself

riding to school with this tall blonde on the motorcycle and avoiding this

agonizing bus trip and the constant barbs from her peers. The trick was how to

strike up a friendship with this girl who was such a loner. Carol spent the

evening sitting on the porch swing racking her mind on how to open this

relationship. The answer came naturally as she notice the blonde and another

woman jogging down the road in spandex running outfits. A large German Shepherd

dog ran alongside. Carol sat in awe as she watched the two ran past her house.

They looked over as they past and waved to her. She waved back and quickly

thought of an opening.

She went inside and got two cold beers and went out to the road to wait. About

fifteen minutes later the two came back up the road, sweat shining off their tan

skin in the moonlight. Carol called out as they came close and said, "You guys

look thirsty, would you like a beer?" The two slowed then stopped. They were

breathing hard and it took them a minute to catch their breath. The older woman

reached out for the drink with a smile on her face, "This is really neighborly

of you. My name is Megan Barker and this is my daughter Rachel."

Rachel took a long look at Carol, appraising her up and down, then smiled and

took her brew. "Have I seen you at school?" Carol looked down at her shorts and

baggy T-shirt and replied, "Yes, we are in the same English and gym class. I

have been meaning to introduce myself but I’m kind of shy." Megan gave a nod to

Rachel than started jogging in place. "Why don’t you two get to know each other

a little better while I continue my run. Thanks for the beer, Carol. If your

down near our farm, drop by and we will return the favor." With that said, she

turned and called to the dog, named King, and jogged on down the road.

Rachel stood on one leg and leaned on the wood fence. She seemed to be waiting

for Carol to make the first step. Carol desperate to make this friendship work

did not want to turn Rachel off by bringing her to her house and having her meet

her mother. To an obvious health nut like Rachel, her mom would be a turn off.

Carol offered to jog with Rachel back to her house. She was not an athletic

girl, but she wasn’t too out of shape either. As they started off, Carol could

see Rachel looking at her breasts bob heavily on her chest as she ran. Since she

hated to wear a bra around the house on hot days, she had taken it off when she

got home from school, not expecting having to run that evening. After about five

minutes running and exchanging small talk about school and teachers, her boobs

were hurting.

She brought her hands up and tried to hold her boobs from jumping up and down

her chest with each step. Seeing this, Rachel slowed to a walk and said, "I see

you’re blessed with great tits. I really don’t even need to wear a sports bra

when I run, but mom says I must to keep my tits firm." Rachel asked, "Do your

tits hurt from that little run?"

Carol feeling like a complete fool for trying to keep up with this girl in

obviously great shape just nodded yes. "I guess I’m not in shape to do this kind

of running, especially without support. My boobs are always getting in the way.

I wish I had a body like yours and your mother. You guys have bodies guys must

drool over."

Rachel gave a little grunt and said, "If I wanted some guy I guess I could have

my pick. But my mom keeps me pretty busy with my training." By now they were in

sight of Rachel’s house. Rachel stopped and turned to Carol with a questioning

look on her face and asked, "Have you ever considered trying to improve your

endurance and become more toned up. You have a nice body, but it could use some

work."

Carol, always dissatisfied with her appearance, replied, "I would love to train

but no one in my family is into that and I hate to work out alone. In gym I’m

always trying to keep from being seen as such a geek that I never go out for

sports".

Rachel gave a knowing smile, "If you are serious, I and my mom might take on the

task of whipping you into shape. It would mean spending a lot of time down here

at our house and maybe even going out-of-town to clinics and stuff. Do you think

you can get away from your house for that much time?"

Carol jumped up and down with joy, "Oh hell yes, I can get away. My dad is never

around and my mom doesn’t care if I ran away. It would be more food for her."

"Then it’s settled then, we will begin your training tomorrow after school.

There’s only two more weeks of school left then you can devote yourself full

time. Come down first thing after school and we will begin."

The initial reason for starting this friendship had slipped to the back of

Carol’s mind when the opportunity to have a personal trainer help her out of her

awkward years came up. Now she remembered, "You know I could start earlier if I

didn’t have to take that long bus ride home from school. I noticed your great

bike and was wondering if I could bum a ride home?"

Rachel gave Carol a slap on her butt and said, "I don’t know. With your big butt

on my bike I might not be able to go as fast. But that will change in time. All

right, meet me by the motorcycle parking after school. I’ll bring an extra

helmet for you. I have to go now, Mom likes us to get a good rub down after our

evening runs. It helps you sleep you know." With that, Rachel bounded down her

drive to her house. She yelled over her shoulder, "Don’t worry about what to

wear during training, we have all the stuff you’ll need. See you tomorrow."

Carol practically skipped all the way back to her house. The evening had worked

out great. Not only had she met a new friend, got a ride to school, but also now

saw a way to rid herself from her image as a daughter of a fat woman who

everyone thought would probably end up the same way. Carol swore she would not

become like her mother, even if she had to endure all kinds of physical

hardship.

Chapter Two.

Carol didn’t get much sleep that night, she was so excited at the prospect of

shedding her bad image. At school the next day, she talked briefly with Rachel

in English class, but had more time to clutch during gym. The required gym wear

was shorts and T-shirts. The sport for this class was field hockey. Carol played for

only one period as a fullback and got run over twice by quicker girls. Rachel

took to the event like the true athlete she was. When she had the ball, she

drove down the field, scoring most of the time. The coach had to take her out to

make the game more even.

After class, the girls were required to take showers, Carol notice that Rachel

undressed slowly and put her towel around her body as she went to the showers.

Carol slowed her undressing also wanting to talk with Rachel while they

showered. By the time they were to the showers, most of the girls had already

finished and were drying off. Carol went into the same enclosed shower area as

Rachel. It was her first opportunity to get a good look at Rachel’s body naked.

What she saw made her wonder what kind of girl she had chosen for a training

partner. Her body showed numerous bruises on her butt. They seemed to be in

strips. Across her firm pert tits could also be seen shades of red. What caught

her eye the most was the small studs that went through both her nipples. They

were horizontal and entered right where the nipple met the areola. They

fascinated Carol and it soon became obvious that Rachel noticed the attention.

"What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen body piercing before?" Carol

awoke from her rude gawking and apologized, " I’m sorry for staring, but no,

I’ve never seen piercing before. Does your mother know you have them?"

Rachel soaping up her tits nodded, "Sure, she’s the one that got them done. I’ll

show you something else when we get to my house if you’re up for another shock

to your Iowa mentality." She turned her back and soaped her pussy. Carol tended

to her own washing, thinking how unusual those pretty little studs looked on

Rachel and what other surprises awaited her. When she was done, they rinsed off,

and headed to their separate lockers to dry and dress. That was all she saw of

Rachel till school was out. Not wanting to miss her ride, she ran to the

motorcycle parking area and waited. Soon Rachel came out wearing her leather

jacket and carrying two helmets. She tossed one to Carol, "Put it on." She

hefted her bike off its kickstand and with one kick started it up. Carol swung

her leg over the bike, and reached around to grab Rachel’s waist. She felt a

wonderful throbbing from the powerful engine. "Hold on tight girl, cause here we

go."

The bike jumped as if alive, and tore out of the school. Carol had never ridden

on a bike before and was scared to death. Her grip tightened, and she felt her

body wedged tightly into Rachel’s back. Her long black hair flew out the back of

her helmet as they bombed down the country roads to home. When they skidded to a

stop in Rachel’s yard, Carol’s hands had to be pried from around Rachel’s waist.

"How did you like the ride? Still want to ride with me or is the bus more your

speed?" This snapped Carol out of her funk and she slowly stepped off the bike.

She could still feel the vibrations between her legs from the great ride and

felt a familiar tingling to her pussy. "I’ll stick with you as long as you’ll

have me. That was fantastic. It’s like riding a roller coaster. I was scared out

of my mind, but want to do it again once its over."

Rachel laughed and shook out her hair when her helmet came off. "Great, I don’t

want to hang around with a chicken. Let’s go inside and get you ready to start

your training." They both bounded up the steps of the house and up to Rachel’s

room. Carol jumped on to the bed and watched as Rachel began to strip off her

school cloths. Again Carol tried unsuccessfully to not gaze at Rachel’s body as

it was revealed to her. She again saw the studded nipples because when not

exercising, Rachel did not wear a bra. When Rachel was down to her panties, she

turned to Carol, "OK, now its time to see what we have to work with. Strip and

we will begin to weigh and measure you for training."

Hesitantly rising to her feet, Carol reached back and unzipped her dress.

Pulling it off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor. She crossed her arms

over her breast trying to decrease their size. "All of it, panties and bra.

Off," commanded Rachel.

Reaching back she unclipped her bra. Once undone, the pressure of her tits,

snapped her bra around her back and she pulled the cups away from her tits. She

had large nipples befitting her ample breast and they quickly rose to the

embarrassing situation. She pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Being a

brunette, she had a dark mass of hair covering her pussy.

Rachel walked around Carol like an inspector. "Raise your arms above your head."

Carol slowly lifted her arms up, causing her shoulders to rise, forcing out her

tits even more.

"OK, time to do the before measurements. Stand straight and I will begin." She

got a tape measure and a pad of paper. Beginning with Carol’s legs, she measured

up her legs. When she got to her hips, she gripped each of Carol’s butt cheeks

and measured their size. Carol asked, "Why are you taking such detailed

measurements."

"My mother will want to keep an accurate record of your training. If you fall

behind her exceptions, you will be sorry."

The measuring continued up her waist to her shoulder, arms and neck. Then Rachel

asked, "You will have to help me with your tit measurements. Take you right tit

and hold it up so I can get a measurement of the size around the base of your

tits." Carol grasped her tit and pulled it out straight. It was weird holding

her tits while Rachel taped all around them. She even taped the size of her

areola and nipple length.

"Is this the best length your nipples get?" Rachel was looking at the half-inch

nipples now sticking out of her tits.

"I guess so, they have gotten larger at times but not without help," Carol

answered defensively.

"Well, this will not do. Mom won’t believe tit like yours have only half-inch

nipples. What do you mean by they get larger with help."

Carol blushed and looked down at her tits. "I sometimes get the urge to play

with my tits. I can even get my nipples to reach my mouth and suck them when I

play with myself."

"No way could I do that. I would break my neck. Let me see you do it and I will

get a great measurement for the record."

Still holding her breast, Carol brought it up to her and bent her head. She

could just reach her nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes

and gently nibbled her nipple. It grew larger and she started to get

self-conscious of her actions. She opened her eyes and say Rachel smiling.

"That looks like it feels good. How much did it grow?" Taking the tape measure,

her nipples were now a good three-quarter of an inch long. Logging the number on

the ledger, Rachel turned and asked, "How about the left nipple, will it get the

same size? How about I help with this one." Moving slowly, she came up to Carol,

and bent her head to the stunned teens left nipple. Carol almost backed off, but

Rachel’s arm had gone around her back and held her firmly.

The feeling of Rachel’s mouth and tongue caressing her nipple made Carol shiver.

Rachel began by gently sucking the nipple but then moved to firmer nipping and

by the time she pulled away Carol’s nipple had been chewed up. Quickly grabbing

the tape, Carol’s left nipple measured a good inch long.

"Now that’s what I call an accurate measurement, and a great tit."

Walking over to her closet, Rachel started looking through her athletic outfits.

She came up with a blue spandex outfit and tossed it to Carol. "Try that on for

size". The two girls were roughly the same height, so the outfit fit but was

really tight around the tits and butt. Turning to show Rachel, Carol felt

totally fat and ugly. Her thick pubic hair stuck out the sides and could be seen

through the thin material. "I look like a hairy pig in this outfit."

Rachel shook her head, took Carol’s hand and led her into her bathroom. "Take

that off and sit on the counter." Shucking off the spandex, Carol slid up and

sat on the bathroom counter. Rachel got a scissors out and began to snip off

Carol’s pussy hair. When she had gotten as close as a scissors could do, Rachel

got an electric hair clippers and began to buzz off the rest of her hair. Carol

got worried when she saw how much was coming off and pushed Rachel away. "Stop,

your going to make me look like a cue ball. How will I be able to take a shower

at school? What will all the girls think."

Rachel stood up and gave Carol a cold look. "If you want to work out you will

have to follow all the rules my mother requires. Besides when you work out you

will be working up a sweat and having all this hair will cause you great

discomfort and it will stink. As far as what the other girls say, there’s only

two more weeks of school this year. You can skip gym if you are too afraid what

those tramps at school will say. So, are you going to let me make you

presentable for training or are you going to leave?"

When no alternative came to mind, Carol slowly opened her legs and said, "All

right, I never liked all that hair anyway. Take as much as you want off."

Grabbing a tuft of Carol’s pussy hair and pulling, "Stand over the toilet and I

will get rid of rest of this stuff." The clippers came to life and soon only

short stubble adorned Carol’s pussy. "You know, this will grow back and itch

like hell. You should get electrolysis, and then you won’t have to worry again.

Until then we should do this regularly. I will help you and make it a regularly

part of your training. OK?"

In for a penny, in for a pound, Carol thought. "You’re the coach. Do with me as

you will."

Rachel rubbed her hands together and went to the sink. She ran the hot water and

got out a disposable razor. "Come over her and sit on the counter again." With

slow, short strokes, all the hair on Carol from her belly button to her pussy

was sliced off. "Get on your hands and knees now and I will get rid of the stuff

up your backside."

Carol felt like a cat as she got down and felt her ass cheeks being pried open.

The gentle scrap of the razor soon made her as smooth as the day she was born.

Reaching down and rubbing her smooth pussy and ass, Carol felt so different.

This whole day had been a step into a new world. As she knelt naked with her

pussy bare at the feet of a girl she hadn’t know for more than a day she

wondered what would become of the ugly duckling Carol of yesterday.

Helping Carol to her feet, Rachel held Carol’s hand and led her back to her

bedroom. Pushing Carol down to sit on her bed, Rachel put her hands on her hips

and grinned like a spider who had caught a fat fly in her web. "Are you ready

for that little surprise I mentioned in the showers this afternoon?"

"Sure, what have you got." Rachel slowly unscrewed the metal studs from her

nipples. She went over to her dresser and got what looked like hoop earrings.

She opened the rings and slid them through the holes in her nipples. Now two

rings hung down from Rachel’s erect nipples. Carol had never seen such large

nipples, much less on such average size tits. Rachel then took a strand of chain

and clipped one end to one of the nipple rings. She then brought the chain up

behind her neck and down, attaching it to the other nipple ring. The chain was

of a length to force her nipples to be pulled up slightly when she bowed her

head. When she raised her head back, her nipple rings were clearly straining,

pulling her nipples and her entire boobs upwards.

"That must hurt when your raise your head. Why are you wearing that chain?

Rachel sat next to Carol and looked her in the eye. "My mother is a very

demanding woman. If you haven’t guessed she runs this family as she sees fit.

She kicked my father out when I was two and I have lived with her and her sister

Beth my whole life. We are into physical fitness and she plans for me to be an

Olympic runner. We move around a lot because sooner or later it becomes known

that she physically controls me and we have to move on. I would do anything for

my mother and hope you will accept our life style".

Carol sat stunned. What had she gotten into? She desperately wanted to stay this

girl’s friend. For some reason she was deeply interested in the attention

Rachel’s mother paid to her. She couldn’t imagine her parents caring enough to

discipline her for error, much less working to have a vision of her future. "If

your satisfied with your life, who am I to interfere. But why does she have you

wear the rings and chain?"

Rachel lay back on the bed, an action that pulled her breast sharply upward.

"Well, Mother says that only by constant reminders of the future hardship I will

experience in professional competition will I be able to toughen my resistant to

pain. Only by constantly being aware of my body and its shape will I work to

keep it in condition. That is why when at home, I am not allowed to wear cloths.

Only my rings and chains."

Carol lay on her side, and looked down on Rachel’s upper body. Being naked

herself, she felt extremely inadequate next to this tanned beauty. "What do you

mean by wearing only your rings and chains. I see only one chain."

"That’s my next surprise." Rachel sat up and pulled her panties down her legs.

She got up and went over to her dresser and got another ring and a chain. She

came back and sat cross-legged on the bed facing Carol. For the first time

Rachel’s pussy was fully exposed. She had a bare pussy, just like Carol’s own

newly shaved pussy. Sitting cross-legged had caused her pussy to pout open and

another stud was visible.

The stud stuck up from the hood of her clitoris. As Rachel pulled her pussy

open, Carol could see that the stud went down through her clitoris and was

attached on the bottom with another screw stud. Rachel slowly unscrewed the top

stud and slipped the bar out of her hood. She then placed the ring on the end of

the chain over the bar. She then slipped the bar back through the hood and

reattached the screw on stud. She then stood up in front of Carol. The chain

dangled down between her legs and pulled on her clit and hood. They hung down a

good inch from normal. Rachel then reached down and brought the chain up her

back. She turned to Carol. "Would you snap that to the chain behind my neck?"

Carol was stunned, then got up and took the chain from Rachel’s hand and clipped

it the nipple chain behind Rachel’s neck. Most of the weight was now taken off

Rachel’s clit, but it still stuck out from her pussy. The chain went up her ass

crack and had very little slack. "Well, this is how I live at home. If you want

to leave, now’s the time. My mother will not allow any sign by you that you

disapprove with how we live. If she does, she and I will not be able to help you

and I won’t be able to give you rides to and from school. What to you say?"

How to answer that question. While Rachel’s family was the most open and

sexually odd she had ever heard of, nothing so far could outweigh the

excitement. In this one day, she had experienced such new thrills that she could

not help but see what was to come. "Consider me part of the family"

Chapter Three.

From that time on, Carol’s life changed forever. Rachel ordered Carol to

redress in the spandex outfit and she put on a similar outfit. She took off the

chains but left the rings in her nipples and clit. They put on running shoes and

they both went out for an afternoon jog. The day was warm and sunny and soon

Carol was drenched in sweat, while Rachel barely showed signs of exertion. After

just fifteen minutes, Carol had to stop and bent over thinking she was going to

puke. Her tits hurt from their jumping around even wearing one of Rachel’s

athletic bras. They were just too big to overcome gravity. Rachel looked down at

the tired teen. "I don’t think you will ever be a runner. I think we will have

to come up with another way to get you in shape. I will have to keep to my

running, but we will ask my mom what she thinks would be a good way to get you

shaped up."

They slowly jogged back to the house. Megan Barker was waiting, sitting on the

porch. She did not look happy to see the girls dogging their return journey.

"You won’t win any competitions running like that"

Rachel nodded and looked scared. "Mom, I was seeing what kind of shape Carol was

in, and found out that she will need some other training method besides running.

She has poor endurance and her tits start hurting after only a short run."

"I was afraid of that. She has a body like my sister and we know how she has to

work out. We may have to use the same training method on this little one as I

used on her."

Carol had not met Megan Barker’s sister and was naturally curious about this

training method they were talking about. "I haven’t met you sister. How does she

work out?"

"It’s kind of difficult to explain without seeing it. It will be very awkward

for you at first, but soon you will see the logic in using this training method

on a body like yours. It’s too late today for fitting you out for this type of

training, so we will start tomorrow. Its a Saturday. We will expect you bright

and early. Make it 8 o’clock. Rachel, have you completed her measurements? We

will need them to work out the correct harness for her."

"Yes, mother. I think you will be impressed with her sizes. We kind of had to do

some trimming already to get her in this outfit." Rachel grasped Carol’s outfit

and snapped the tight elastic cloths.

"Don’t be mean, Rachel. You have been training for years. Carol has just started

and if she is dedicated, we will make her a valuable asset to herself and her

friends." Megan put her arm around Carol’s shoulder and gave her a little hug.

Megan Barker was an older version of Rachel. They both had sleek athletic

builds. Megan was wearing a loose bathrobe and as they walked into the house,

Carol noticed something shiny on Megan’s tit. She thought, ‘Like mother, like

daughter.’ She wondered how close a family this was.

"You can keep this outfit if you want to wear it home, or you can change back

into your school cloths. Rachel, I will expect you and I to put in some extra

miles after dinner, since you barely worked out this afternoon." Letting go of

their hug. "Now, Carol if you will excuse me, I have to see if my sister has got

dinner on the way."

Megan walked down the hall and left the too alone.

"Do you want to change or wear that. You sure look a lot better in this than

your baggy dress."

Carol agreed and went with Rachel to get her old cloths. As soon as they entered

Rachel’s room, Rachel began to strip off her outfit. "Would you help me with my

chains again Carol?"

"Sure" Taking the chain that Rachel clipped to her clit ring, Carol held it up

while Rachel put on her nipple chain. "I kind of noticed that your mom has

something attached to her tit too. Her robe was loose and I couldn’t help

noticing when she hugged me."

"Yes, Mom is into body piercing and she has some stunning jewelry she wears. I

am sure you will see it soon. Mom doesn’t wear cloths that much around the house

either. You could call us nudist. But when you got it, flaunt it."

"I guess. I hope someday to be as open with my body as you guys are. But I have

a ways to go first."

"You’ve got a great body." Rachel brought her hands up and was gently caressing

the outlines of Carol’s boobs. "I love your tits. I’m kind of jealous in fact. I

think I need to see your tits one more time before you go home. I can’t get over

their size." Rachel was already pulling the shoulder straps down off Carol’s

outfit, not giving her a chance to resist. It was like Rachel felt she had

complete control of her body, now that she had agreed to let her train her.

With the outfit pulled down to Carol’s waist, her tits stood out for Rachel’s

grasp. She messarged them and then pushed Carol back onto the bed. Lying on her

back her tits flattened out. "I just love the feel of these jugs. Rachel leaned

over and took one of her nipples into her mouth. Again she worked it over like

before. Then she moved to the other. This was all getting Carol turned on. No

matter how new this was, she always enjoyed having her tits sucked. It was a big

part of how she masturbated. So all this sucking was getting her hot. At home

she used a fat candle to rub her pussy and help her get off. Now, she couldn’t

help but start to feel her pussy getting wet. She started to naturally move her

hands down to her pussy, but stopped short when she remembered where she was.

Rachel noticed the movement and raised her head from her tingling tits. "Does

this feel good? I love having my tits sucked. Do you want me to stop?"

Not knowing where this was going, yet highly worked up from all the sexual

implication of the day, she just closed her eyes and shook her head no.

Taking this positive sign, Rachel grabbed Carol’s outfit and pulled it down her

hips and off. Her new bare pussy could be seen shining. Rachel moved to lie

fully on top of Carol and rubbed her tits over Carol’s large mammeries. They

seemed to roll around her chest as Rachel moved over her body. Carol could feel

the chains and rings as they rubbed into her flesh. Rachel’s head bent down and

Carol felt her hot lips press against hers. She had never kissed a girl, but

Rachel was insistent. She snaked her tongue along Carol’s lips until she opened

her mouth. Rachel’s tongue was alive as it delved to taste Carol’s mouth.

Carol had never experience such a kiss and it took her breath away. By now her

hips were grinding up against Rachel’s and her arms had moved down to squeeze

Rachel’s strong ass. As Rachel bent to suck Carol’s ear and throat, her hands

went back to working on Carol’s tits. They bucked against each other like two

sex starved animals and soon Carol could feel the familiar build up of an

orgasm. It flared up from her pussy and struck hard when Rachel brought her knee

down to grind into her pussy.

‘Oh God, Don’t stop. You’re making me burn up." Rachel’s hot kisses continued to

rain down on her and she floated in sexual bliss. Slowly she loosened her grip

on Rachel’s ass and let her arms fall to her sides in surrender. "That was

great. I didn’t know two girls could have so much fun. Did you come too?"

Rachel looked down at her new play toy. "It takes more than a little rutting to

get me off, but I was close. Your body drives me wild. If you let me I could get

off, but you might think how a little odd."

Carol wondered what Rachel was purposing. It didn’t seem fair to leave her high

and dry while she had an orgasm. "What do you want me to do?"

"You just lay back and I will do the work. I just need to use these lovely big

tits of yours." Rachel sat up, straddling Carol’s waist then began to move up so

her pussy was over Carol’s tits. Reaching back behind her she unclipped her clit

chain and brought it back out in front of her. She then reached down and grasped

Carol’s right tit and squeezed it, pushed it up into a tight ball of flesh. She

then wedged it up into her pussy, driving Carol’s taut nipple over her clit.

Carol held onto Rachel’s ass and looked up at the blonde Amazon squatting over

her tit. Rachel’s face was soon smiling and her head fell back causing her

nipple rings to strain at their chains. Carol couldn’t help getting hot again as

her tit was so roughly handled and rubbed into Rachel’s drooling pussy. Rachel’s

pussy strained open as more of Carol’s tit was pressed up into it. Carol helped

by taking over for Rachel holding her tit up. This freed Rachel to grab her clit

chain and tug on it. This seemed to drive her over the top and she let out a

hiss of breath and held still. After a moment, she rolled off Carol and fell

into a heap.

Looking over and bringing an arm over to pet Carol’s pussy soaked tit, Rachel

smiled. "Now that’s how these babies need to be used. I think this a start of a

beautiful friendship."

Chapter Four.

When Carol strode up to the Barker house the next morning, it was Megan,

standing regally on the front porch that greeted her. "Your on time, that’s

good. I demand promptness and dedication in the girls I train. What did you have

for breakfast before you came today?"

Having to scrounge from her mother’s food supply, her diet was full of junk

food. Carol proceeded under Megan’s probing questions to outline a diet that

definitely contributed to her being out of shape. "The temptations to eat that

stuff you have readily available at your house must be overcome. If there was

some way you could stay here, we could be sure you did not stray. I could also

start you on my special diet of vitamins and healthy foods. Is there any way you

could stay with us so your training could be more complete?"

Her family, if you could call it that, would barely notice her being gone. But

to move out for a time and live with this family was a big step. She didn’t know

how she could arrange it without just sneaking off and having them think she was

a runaway. She knew she wasn’t going to get any help from her parents to go on

after she graduated from high school next year. They had no money and her grades

would not get her any scholarships. She expected to find a minimum wage job and

hopefully a husband. Being in shape and more desirable might help. If it didn’t

work, she could go back home in the fall and start school again. Until then,

this offer sounded exciting and she already was looking forward to more fun with

Rachel.

"I think I can sneak out and live down here. But I won’t be able to get out much

or people will tell my parents I’m here. This house is well off the road and

pretty isolated. I should be able to spend the time needed to get in shape here

and then maybe head back home in the fall for school a new girl. Would that be

OK?"

"You will have to follow my rules while you are here in training. Do you agree

to this?"

Standing in front of this blond goddess made Carol desire to emulate her more

than ever. "Yes Mrs. Barker."

"Mrs. Barker is too formal for the relationship we will develop. Since I am the

Mistress of this house and now you, you will call me Mistress from now on. Is

that understood?

Carol felt very small before this powerful woman. Calling her mistress seemed

crazy but looking into her eyes, she didn’t want to anger her. "Yes Mistress."

A look that made Carol shiver came over Megan’s face. It was like a child that

has found a new toy dropped in her lap. "We will start your training today.

Tonight you will pack your run away bag and sneak down here. We will have to

make the town and your parent’s think you have left town. We will drive you to

the bus stop and buy you a ticket to Chicago. You will get off at the first stop

where I will be waiting to bring you back here. Doesn’t that sound like an

adventure? Are you up to it."

Now that a plan was being laid out that would alter her summer for sure, she

almost said no. But then she saw her reflection in the front window and knew

this was her chance to get her life on track. The confidence these people showed

and their great image was too much an attraction for Carol. "Yes Mistress, I

will be down here this evening. My mom will probably not notice I’m gone for a

week. I’ve already taken all my finals for this year, so I should get credit

even if I blow off the last two weeks."

"Come now and I will start you with your first installment of my health potions

of vitamins and a good breakfast. Than we will start in on finding the best type

of training to suit your body."

While the vitamin mixture tasted odd, Carol took it like a trooper. By the time

she was finished with breakfast, Rachel had returned from her morning run. "Why

don’t you go up and keep Rachel company while she showers and I will think up a

work out regime for you."

Jumping up to leave Carol grunted "OK." Megan slammed her hand on the table

startling Carol and bringing her to a halt. "That’s not how a respectful young

girl answers her host and don’t forget to address me properly." Carol stood

stunned, than quickly lowered her head and said, "I’m sorry for being rude

Mistress. May I go visit with Rachel now?"

Megan turned to leave and said over her shoulder, "Yes child."

Glad to have passed that test, Carol ran up the stairs to find Rachel. She heard

the shower running when she came into her bedroom and went into the adjoining

bathroom to see what Rachel was up to. Carol saw Rachel’s outline visible behind

the shower screen washing her hair. Carol got an idea and went to the sink and

filled a class with cold water. She then sneaked up and tossed it over the top

onto the unsuspecting naked girl. Rachel let out a cry and pulled the curtain

back. Carol was laughing at her practical joke. Rachel’s face went from surprise

to a look intent on revenge. Much quicker than Carol thought possible Rachel

reached out and grabbed Carol’s arm. She gave a mighty tug and Carol felt

herself being pulled off balance and fell into the tub. She was now getting all

wet laying at Rachel’s feet. She didn’t feel like she had hurt herself from the

fall but she was stunned by Rachel’s strength and speed. Rachel reached down and

began to spank Carol’s ass through her wet shorts. It hurt, so she rolled over

and lay flat on her back. Rachel stood over her and glared down at her. "I hope

that little spanking will keep you from trying that again. As long as your in

here, help me by washing my hair and back. Take those cloths off, they are

already soaked."

Getting up slowly, Carol pulled down her shorts and panties and then lifted her

shirt off. Rachel turned her around and helped with her bra. Once naked Rachel

handed her the shampoo and turned to face the shower. Carol enjoyed washing

Rachel’s shoulder length hair and once that was rinsed clean she scrubbed her

back. Rachel then turned around. "Might as well do the rest of me to make up for

that little trick. Carol hesitated a second then began to wash the tall teen’s

tits and belly. When she came to her pussy, Rachel took her hand and guided it

up and down her snatch and butt till they were totally clean. "I like this. I

see you will be very useful around the house." After rinsing off, they stepped

out of the tub. "Dry me off, would you Carol."

She didn’t know weather that was a request or a statement, but being the guest

and feeling guilty for playing the trick, she grabbed a large towel and began to

buff Rachel dry. She took some time with her hair, but soon Rachel got up and

went into the bedroom. Carol then finished drying herself and seeing as her

cloths were all wet, she followed into the bedroom naked. Rachel was just

finishing putting on her rings and chains.

"Since this is what I must wear around the house and your cloths are all wet, I

guess you will have to begin your training naked. We will stay inside, and since

we are nudists around the house you will not feel out of place. Come on."

Grabbing Carol’s hand in the same steel grip, Carol was dragged out the door and

down to the living room. They found a naked Megan doing sit ups. Carol had a

good look at Megan’s body for the first time. She had a gold stud through each

of her nipples. More studs could be seen sparkling around her pussy. She also

had no hair on her pussy. She made a magnificent sight. Holding her feet was

another woman that could only be Megan’s sister. The sight of this new lady

totally shocked Carol.

Rachel whispered to Carol, "That’s my aunt. My mother was always a dominating

woman and her sister is kind of her personal servant." The lady was on all fours

holding down Megan’s legs. She wore nothing but a unique harness that looked

very tight. She had a nice body, but what was odd were her tits. They were

larger then Carol’s and hung almost to the carpet. Attached through the ends of

her nipples were large weighty rings that pulled her nipples harshly. The

nipples must have been almost two inches in length. The harness that encased her

body had straps that surrounded her tits and held them firmly downwards. More

straps when down around her ass and pussy and were also pulled tight. Her head

hung down and Carol could not see her face hidden behind her hair.

Seeing the girls come in, Megan stopped her exercises and waved her hand

dismissing her sister. The lady remained on all fours and crawled out a nearby

door. Noticing Carol staring after the crawling woman Megan felt a rare need to

explain. "That’s my sister. She has had a hard life. She had a bad marriage, go

hooked on drugs and when it was all through she came to me for support. I took

her in but she kept up her old unhealthy lifestyle till I had to take drastic

action. I now have to keep her under control or she will go off and try to kill

herself with drugs again. I hope you don’t think me harsh but the only way to

keep her from hurting herself is keeping her bound and working. She is quite

helpful to me and we have a good relationship. She will tell you that she really

appreciates all the work I put in keeping her in shape. I see you are following

our house rules about cloths, that’s good. I think you will fit in nicely. Now

you two can have the morning off. I’m still trying to work out your training

Carol and we may not be able to start till after our little trip tomorrow. Off

you go now."

"Yes Mistress" was all Carol could utter as Rachel pulled her out the door.

Once back up in Rachel’s bedroom, Rachel asked, "What can we do to get to know

each other better? Why don’t you tell me more about your life."

Laying back on the bed, Carol proceeded to pour her heart out about her life and

what she saw as her future. Rachel sat next to her, looking down and

occasionally patted Carol in comfort and friendship.

Carol felt completely exposed to her new friend. Being naked and stroked by this

beautiful teen helped to break down any barriers to honesty. Rachel hugged Carol

when she talked about her terrible home life. Carol could feel Rachel’s rings

and chain rub her tits as they clutched tightly. The rings continued to

fascinate Carol.

"Do you think you will keep those rings when you eventually strike out on your

own?"

"I have worn them for so long now that I can’t imagine not having them on.

Besides having them on makes me horny all the time. You’ll have to experience it

before you condemn it."

"I would be too scared to get pierced. I think I have a low threshold for pain."

"It’s just a matter of mind over pain. I have been training for a long time, and

sometime the pain can be used for good. But you will have to train a while

before you will see what I mean. "

Rachel sat back and looked like she was thinking hard. "I tell you what, why

don’t we see if your pain threshold is really as low as you think. I promise to

stop when you say, but to train properly we really should have an idea if you’re

a wimp."

Carol never liked pain, but looking at all the rings on Rachel she thought she

should try to show a little backbone. "OK, but stop when I say. What are you

going to do to test me?"

"Well, we can’t have you thinking about it and backing out. That would ruin the

test. You will just have to trust me. Lie back on the bed and I will get you

ready for the test. When we are done I will make you feel great again."

Rachel went over to a dresser and came back with some leather items and some

more chains. She took one of Carol’s arms, attached a leather cuff tightly and

then ran a chain from the cuff to a ring on the headboard of the bed. She

quickly repeated this with Carol’s remaining limbs. Carol tried to move or roll

but she was pulled too tightly. Rachel sat astride her stomach and looked down

at her prey.

"I think we must make it so you don’t see or hear what is coming to keep you

from ruining the test." She got a leather mask and pulled it over her head. The

mask was tight and she couldn’t hear or see anything. She then felt Rachel

squeeze the sides of her jaw, opening her mouth. Before she knew what was

coming, a rubber ball was deep in her mouth and being held in place by a strap

that pulled on the sides of her mouth. Now she was scared, because she didn’t

know how she was going to tell Rachel when she had enough. She moaned and

struggled until she felt a hand grab her nipple and pinch it hard. Then a voice

was at her ear. "Don’t waste your energy. I will know by your body language when

you have had enough. Trust me. If you keep struggling I will not be able to

accurately gauge your resistance."

Carol was still terrified, but what could she do. She lay quietly, awaiting her

test.

The first think she felt was a stabbing prick in her right tit. She didn’t know

what had caused it but the pain only lasted a moment then faded. This was

followed by numerous stabs all around her body. The ones that hurt the most were

when her pussy lips and nipples were pricked.

Rachel was really enjoying this. She was using sharp needles and pushing them

slowly in about a half-inch into Carol’s skin. She noticed Carol’s struggles

when she slowly pushed the needle through each of her nipples and her pussy

lips. When she stopped, Carol looked like a pin cushion. Wanting to capture her

handiwork, she got her camcorder and videotaped Carol’s body. Carol seemed to

have handled this pain rather well so now she turned to a new pain giver.

She didn’t want to drive Carol away. The thought of losing this big titted teen

as her plaything was unthinkable. So until she had moved in, she would go easy.

Unknown to Carol, Rachel had been exposed to bondage and pain as an adjunct to

sexual pleasure since she began to develop. Her mother was a true Mistress of

pain and lived to inflict pain and dominate others. She had been the object of

this drive as had Megan’s sister.

Megan’s sister, Beth had been Megan’s sex slave for as long as Rachel

remembered. The story Megan has spun for Carol was a total lie. Now, Beth could

not think of any way to live besides serving her sister. Their relationship now

seemed normal to Rachel. Looking down at Carol, she began to picture this ripe

teen as her personal slave. The thought of what she could do with this malleable

girl made her wet with lust. But she had to play it cool until she committed to

them by running away tonight. Once in their house, Carol would be watched and

controlled until she was broken to Megan’s and Rachel’s will.

She chose to use candle wax as the harshest pain for this session. Before she

did this she wanted to show the pleasure that she could deliver. The combination

of pain and sex was an intoxication combination. Rachel took a vibrator and

began to rub it up and down Carol’s spread pussy. She delved into her pussy with

her fingers and the vibrator watching then quickly getting damp. As she pushed a

finger in, she came up against an obstruction. She almost wet herself now that

she knew that she had a virgin to make her slave. She wasn’t ready to deflower

her today so she contented herself by putting the vibrator up against Carol’s

clit and began the wax treatment.

The first touch of the vibrator on her pussy sent a shock through Carol’s system

that was readying itself for the next stab of pain. The tender caress and

probing soon had her totally confused. The constant buzzing on her clit started

to drive her towards a climax. The first drop of hot wax on her nipple sent her

brain into a tailspin. The continued drops on both her tits, and then her pussy

lips were hard to understand because she continued on her rise to orgasm despite

her pain.

When the vibrator moved down to press into her pussy and warm lips began to lick

her engorged clit, she could not hold back. Her orgasm crashed over her. As this

began, Rachel began to pull out the needles that stuck out of her body. With

each pull, her orgasm climbed and she felt new levels of lust as her orgasm

pressed on longer than any she has ever endured.

She finally went limp. Rachel raised her head and pulled out the vibrator and

licked it clean. She got a warm wash cloth and began to clean the numerous drops

of blood that had appeared where she had pulled the needles out. Soon, Carol’s

body showed no signs of the blood and wax. She continued the soothing body scrub

and massaged Carol’s massive tits. She couldn’t help tonguing and sucking those

lovely orbs. Soon her own lust got to her and she grabbed the vibrator and

jammed it deep into her pussy. She drove it in and out fast as she continued her

attack on Carol’s breast. The excitement of having Carol as her prisoner and the

vibrator got Rachel off in record time. When she had cooled down from her come,

she put away all the tools of pain and pleasure and began to unstrap Carol.

When the gag and hood was removed, Rachel immediately rained kisses on Carol’s

face. Still in a daze from the treatment she had just experienced she returned

the kisses affectionately.

"Oh baby, you passed that test with flying colors. I really felt for you, but I

hope my loving helped make up for the discomfort? You really are going to handle

your training well. I can’t wait for it to begin. You still want to come live

with us, don’t you?"

Carol’s thoughts were totally muddled now. She had begun to have second thoughts

about coming to live with these bizarre women at the beginning of the pain test.

She looked down at her body and saw only an occasional spot where the needle

prick was still bleeding, but none of them hurt. She remembered the stunning

orgasm she never though was possible. Looking into the glowing eyes of Rachel

and enjoying this loving hug she responded honestly. "I never thought I could

come that hard. If you promise to be kind like that to me I’ll be here for

sure."

"I’ll give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine." Rachel knew she would

also test the bounds of Carol’s endurance to pain and humiliation. But that

would wait until she was addicted to Rachel’s sexual attentions.

Laying side by side they spent the rest of the morning listening to music,

talking and occasionally kissing and loving. At noon, Megan called them to

lunch. Both naked teens ate a healthy lunch and Carol had her vitamins. Carol

noticed that Rachel was taking a different vitamin brew. "What’s the difference

in our vitamins, Mistress?"

Megan turned from her work. "Well, Rachel has been on vitamins for years. You

need to work up to her level. In time you will hopefully be on the same regime."

"I hope to live up to your expectations, Mistress."

Megan looked hard at Carol. "I’m sure you will do your best. If you falter we

will just have to motivate you. I think you should go home now so your family

doesn’t begin to question where you were. We don’t want anyone to suspect you

are here once you run away. Now get dressed in you own cloths and go home. Be

back by ten tonight and we will pull your disappearing act."

Both girls got up to leave, "Yes Mistress."

Once dressed in her damp cloths, she hugged and kissed Rachel good bye and went

home to pack. She could barely keep her excitement under control. Whatever was

going to happen while she lived with the Barker woman, it would sure make her

present life pale in comparison.

Chapter Five.

Carol arrived just after midnight. "What took you so long?" Megan sat waiting on

the porch.

"Sorry, my mother picked tonight to stay up and rattle around the house. I had

to wait until she finally went to bed."

"Well, we still have plenty of time before the bus leaves, so no harm done. I

want you to go freshen up and then we can start into town. I will have to drop

you outside of town and you will have to walk to the bus stop. Remember you are

running away, so you should avoid people. On the other hand, we want people to

know that you have left town so no one will think to look around here. Buy the

ticket in you own name and if you see someone who knows you, that’s OK, but

don’t start any conversations. Now go get ready and say good night to Rachel. We

leave in half and hour."

Carol left her bag on the porch and went up to Rachel’s room. She knocked and

entered. Rachel was on her bed, dressed in her chains, reading a book. Carol

said she only had a little time before her fake run away trip. Rachel got up and

came over to Carol. "You don’t know how excited I am to have you coming to stay

with us. I know we will become very close. Are you ready to go?"

"Just let me go to the bathroom and I will be ready to go." Carol was

embarrassed when Rachel stood in the door and chatted while she pissed. When she

was pulling up her pants, Rachel stepped forward and helped tuck her in. This

attention was strange yet the intimacy she felt with her new lover could not be

withheld. Rachel held her head in her hands and gave her a deep kiss. "That’s

for luck. I will be waiting for you when you get back and then your training can

begin in full. Now get going, you don’t want to keep mother waiting."

The next couple of hours were terrifying for Carol. Sneaking through town, with

Megan shadowing her made her feel like a criminal. Buying the bus ticket, she

was seen by two people that knew her and looked questioning at her. She quickly

moved on and hid in the ladies room until her bus was called. There was no one

she knew on the bus but it was crowded. It took about an hour to reach the next town

and once they stopped, many got off to use the bathroom. Carol got off with the

flow and then hid again in the ladies room until the bus left. Then she crept

out without anyone seeing her. Megan’s flashed her lights at Carol when she got

outside and she quickly ran and got in the car. They speed off with no one the

wiser.

When they were nearing their town Megan gave instructions. "Lay down and put

your head in my lap. We don’t want anyone seeing you as we pass through town."

Megan had just a light dress on that had ridden up while she was driving. When

Carol put her head on her lap she could clearly smell the musky odor of her

pussy. While Carol was laying down, Megan began to stroke her hair and

shoulders. She continued to pet her face and even moved her hand over her

breast.

"Your such a pretty girl. Even if you body needs work, we see the potential in

you. I am going to make you a perfect companion for Rachel." Carol started to

rise up at this comment. Megan reacted quickly. She pushed her back down and

gave three good spanks to Carols exposed ass. "I did not give you permission to

sit up. There was a car passing us just then. You must learn to obey. I see we

will have to make sure your head strong attitudes are adjusted during training.

You will be a much different person when I am through with you." Carol spent the

remainder of the journey in Megan’s lap being caressed by this powerful woman.

She was tired and soon fell asleep.

She awoke when the car started down the rough dirt access road to the farm.

Megan gave her permission to sit up. Megan drove the car right into the barn. It

had been converted into a garage and held all kinds of carriages and carts.

"I know you’re tired so after a quick vitamin dose I will put you to bed."

Megan dropped her bag on the floor in the kitchen and sat down. Megan busied

herself mixing up another vitamin shake. "This is high protein and will do you a

lot of good. Drink it up and then you can go to bed."

It tasted like medicine, but she downed it quickly. Megan then lead her down a

set of stairs she hadn’t noticed before. It was very dark and she held Megan’s

hand. Once down in the cellar, Megan opened a solid wood door to a small room

with a single bed. "I don’t want to wake Rachel with you sleeping upstairs with

her tonight so this will have to do for now. I hope you enjoy your rest, you’re

going to need it when we begin training tomorrow.

Megan insisted on helping her off with her cloths. She was feeling extremely

drowsy and could barely stand up. Once naked, she sprawled out on the bed and

was soon breathing heavily. Megan looked down at her new trainee with a smile

that would have made Carol shiver if she was awake.

Megan gave Carol another half an hour to let the sleeping pills she put in

Carol’s drink take full effect. She had planned to have Carol fully under her

control when she woke up. A big part of that would be the training harness she

had created. To make sure the harness stayed securely on Carol, Megan had spent

yesterday designing and bending shiny metal bands using the measurements Rachel

had provided.

Now she went and got the bands, a leather apron and a small welding torch.

Starting with Carol’s ankles, she used large pliers to bend the bands so the

ends just touched. She put the thick leather apron under the band against

Carol’s skin. After testing the depth of Carol’s sleep, she used the torch to

melt the ends together into a solid piece. She then filed them smooth and tested

their strength. She could not budge them, even with her considerable strength.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she continued onto the other ankle and both

wrists. The neckband she used was rounder and smoother, but it attached just as

firmly. When she was done, Carol lay naked except for the five shiny bands.

Megan planned to keep Carol under her supervision and control for many years.

These bands symbolized this to Megan. How Carol felt was no longer important.

Next came the leather harness that Megan had devised. It was similar to her

sister’s harness. Three half-inch leather strips were attached to Carol’s collar

band and secured by metal studs driven through the leather. A special tool was

used to lock the studs in place. Again Megan tested the strength of the studs

and found them sound.

A three-inch leather band with numerous rings attached then went around Carol’s

waist, just above the hips. It was pulled tight and secured by six studs. Two of

the leather strips from the collar were then laid down Carol’s back and passed

through slits in the waist belt. They went another foot and rested just past

Carol’s ass. The ends of the two strips down her back ended in buckles so other

items could be attached later. The third collar strip was passed between

Carol’s tits and secured by a stud to the middle of the waist belt.

Now she worked on Carol’s tit harness. Bands of quarter inch rawhide soon

circled each tit in a tight network. The ends were secured to the three leather

straps. This made Carol’s tits stick out straight and well separated. She had

special plans for Carol’s tits that went beyond using them for sexual pleasure

and pain. She had already begun to implement her plan by adding a special

hormone blend in Carol’s vitamin brew. Having been trained as a nurse, she knew

the biology was correct. She just wondered how long it would take before Carol’s

tits started to yield their nectar.

Megan had enjoyed the taste and sexual stimulation nursing had given her when

she had Rachel. But that was long ago. Now, looking at the size of Carol’s

boobs, she saw a whole new erotic element open to her.

The last element to Carol’s restraint was to pull thick warm-up stockings up her

legs, under the ankle rings. She then pulled down on the two leather strips

hanging down from her back and attached them to the tops of the stockings. She

had to pull hard to make them meet, but once attached this kept the stocking up

tight and the harness from rising up Carol’s waist. She took Carol’s limbs and

then attached them by short chains to the four corners of the bed. What a

delicious site was the sleeping teen. She pulled a blanket over her and kissed

her good night.

Megan cleaned out the room and then locked the door. She was tired and knew that

Carol would sleep into the late afternoon. She went up to bed and quickly used

Beth to give her multiple orgasms before dropping off to sleep. Beth returned to

her spot on the floor at the foot of Megan’s bed. She didn’t know how she felt

about the entrance of Carol to the clan. If she diverted some of Megan’s and

Rachel’s darker tendencies, that would be a blessing. Whatever the outcome, Beth

knew she had no control over it. She had long ago given herself to being her

sister’s slave.

She serviced her sexually and did all the manual labor around the house. She

didn’t know how she would survive in the world without Megan. As a teen, just

about Carol’s age, Megan had initiated her into the dark world of sexual

slavery. Megan was six years older than Beth. She had come home on break from

nursing school and had easily got Beth to come live with her. Her parents were

glad to get rid of the extra mouth. Her life from then on revolved around

Megan’s. She did love Megan and being her sex slave was her life now and she

couldn’t imagine living any other way. She soon fell asleep, knowing tomorrow

would be an eventful day.

Chapter Six.

Carol awoke with a start. She raised her head and saw Rachel’s head between her

legs and her looking up at Carol’s face. She had been eating her out and it now

felt wonderful. She also quickly became aware that she was secured to the bed.

She looked down her body and what she saw made her stare in bewilderment. The

last thing she remembered was falling asleep last night. Now, she saw her bands

and leather harness and wondered why and when this was done to her.

"Rachel, what am I doing tied up and why am I in this weird harness? Who put

these rings on me? Take them off!"

Rachel just continued to lazily lick Carol’s bald slit. She knew that Carol

would play indignant for a time but then would see the inevitability of her

situation. So she just went on with her playing. Soon, Carol sputtered out and

laid her head back and surrendered to the loving Rachel was giving her. When she

could hold back no longer, she came on Rachel’s talented tongue and fingers.

"There, isn’t that the loveliest way to wake up. I wanted you to experience it

because that is what will be expected from you in the future. But first you have

to come to understand your position here. While you are in training, you must be

controlled. My mother feels this means both mentally and physically. You will

learn this is for the best. And even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. What

mother wants, we give her. The quicker you learn this the easier your training

will be."

As Rachel sat on the side of the bed explaining these facts to Carol, Megan

called from upstairs. "Rachel, bring her up so we can start her exercising. You

know how to handle her."

"Yes, mother. She just woke up. I’ll be there in a minute."

Rachel released one of Carol’s arms and then snapped her wrist ring on one of

the rings on Carol’s waist belt. She repeated it with her other arm then she

unchained her legs. "I want you to walk in front of me and up the stairs. When

you get there I want you to drop to your knees. I will then unclasp your arms

and you will then follow me on all fours. You will not speak and will keep your

head down. I advise you to follow these directions or my mother will punish you.

Don’t think I can keep her from really hurting you. What I did yesterday was

nothing compared to some of her methods. Now lets move." Rachel attached a leash

to Carol’s neck-band and they went upstairs.

Rachel had to push Carol to her knees once there. She could not fight Rachel’s

strength for long and soon she was crawling behind Rachel like a pet. The

warm-up stockings had thick knee padding so crawling was not too painful, just

humiliating.

"Ah, I see you have instructed her on how she will act from now on. Carol, I

expect a hard day of training out of you but first you must have your vitamins

and breakfast."

Some eggs were put in one bowl and her vitamin brew in another. They were then

placed on the floor next to the table. Carol, just looked at the bowls and then

up at Megan. Megan saw her look and quickly walked over to the kneeling teen.

From the counter she grabbed a wooden mixing spoon and laid into Carol’s ass.

The teen fell to the floor to try and avoid the painful spanking. "I saw the way

you looked at me. Your food will be served to you like the lowly trainee you

are. You will show appreciation for the time it took me to make it, not give me

the eye. Now get back over here and eat this up. We don’t have all day and your

training is long overdue."

Carol was pulled up by her leash and led back to her bowl. With Megan still

standing over her, she began to reach down to get a handful of eggs. Megan

slammed the spoon on her ass. No one said you can use your hands, get your face

down there and eat it right off the bowl." Megan pushed her head down and she

then awkwardly ate her food like a dog. She couldn’t remember when she felt so

totally out of control.

Rachel sat at the table in her rings and chains and followed Carol’s actions.

She did not intervene when Megan disciplined her and even seemed to be

transfixed by the event.

When they all finished their food, Megan took Carol’s leash and led her outside

and across the yard to the barn. Rachel followed close behind.

Crawling across the yard naked except for her harness was hard on her. Megan

kept pulled on her leash for not keeping up. Once in the barn she was led over

to an odd looking cart.

"I have determined that your body will never be sleek like Rachel’s. Your boobs

and the shape of your frame are not made to run. What I have in mind for you is

to make you strong in your legs and upper body. You legs will be capable of

going great distances but not at any great speed. Your upper body will be shaped

to assist in your tasks. I have adapted this cart to help you train. Stand up

and we will see if my measurements are correct."

The cart was nothing more than a two wheel, rickshaw of sorts. It could hold no

more than one person comfortably. Carol was placed between the arms attached to

the cart and bent over a padded crosspiece that fit just under her waist. There

were rings that attached to her waist belt to keep her snugly attached. Carol

was bent forward and her arms were secured to a second crosspiece farther up the

yoke.

Her breast hung down and her neck band was also attached by a small chain to the

yoke. She could not stand up and would have to use her legs and arms to propel

the cart. Megan attached two reins to the buckles on Carol’s ass straps. They

were long enough to reach the seat of the cart.

Megan pulled back on Carol’s hair causing her mouth to open. A metal bit was

quickly inserted and pulled tight. It was secured to her neck band making

talking very difficult. Carol was then led outside towing the cart behind. It

was heavy but the wheels were well balanced. Carol felt the cart get heavier as

Rachel got up in the seat and took the reins.

"Take here out for a good hour trot. Be sure to water her at the half way

point."

Megan gave her ass a hard slap and Carol felt the reins being slapped hard

against her ass. She pulled hard with her legs and the cart rolled out of the

yard and down a path leading deeper into the farm. The grade was fairly level

but still it took a lot of effort to pull the cart. She could feel her thighs

straining and her shoulders pushing on the yoke.

The morning was warm and soon she was sweating at her task. Rachel happily kept

Carol moving by a combination of encouragement and a buggy whip that she applied

to her ass, thighs and sometime the sided of her hanging boobs. This always

caused Carol to increase her efforts because they stung terribly.

When she got to a wooded area, Rachel pulled on the reins and brought the cart

to a halt. She got off the cart and came up to check out Carol. She took a cloth

and wiped down her sweating body. She unclipped the mouth bit and Carol moved

her mouth working out the soreness. "Rachel, why are you doing this to me? That

bit hurts and the wip stings like crazy. This cart pulling is for the birds.

Let me go home."

"Let’s have none of that talk. You just started. I know its tough at first, but

you will get used to it. It will make you strong and you will be here to make me

happy for as long as I want you. Are you thirsty?"

"Oh yes, let my out of this yoke so I can drink."

"You can drink right where you are. You will never be allowed outside without a

leash or attached to your cart. Here drink from this canteen through the straw.

Take your time."

Rachel held the canteen while Carol drank her fill. Rachel continued to pet and

fondle Carol’s tits and pussy. She had to brush some pesky flies that seemed to

be attracted to Carol’s sweaty body, especially her pussy area.

"Rachel, I have to piss. Let me out of this so I can go."

"You can go right where you are. Just spread your legs and piss away. I will

wipe you clean when you’re done."

"I feel like a horse attached to this outfit." The pressure in her bladder

overcame her embarrassment. She squatted as best she could and pissed a solid

stream for a good 30 seconds. Rachel watched and even put her hand down under

the stream to taste Carol’s piss.

"Why would you taste my piss? That’s gross."

"You’ve never tasted piss before? You will come to disregard the taste if you

get thirsty enough. I might have you taste my piss if we run out of water."

Rachel took a cloth and wiped Carol’s damp pussy and legs where piss still

clung. She took a long time playing with Carol’s pussy lips and nipples. "These

would be so much prettier decorated with rings and studs. I could make your lips

open like a flower for my touch all the time. Your nipples need to be bigger.

Your breast must stand out as your finest asset." All this touching and the

erotic bondage made Carol moist. What was to become of her. She really enjoyed

her times with Rachel. She has never enjoyed so much sex as she had with these

women. But the humiliation and talk of piercing was making her very uneasy.

Just short of building to an orgasm, Rachel slapped her ass and said, "Time to

hit the trail, old girl. Open your mouth for your bit."

"Oh Rachel, please don’t put that horrible thing back in." Before Carol could go

on, Rachel grabbed her left nipple and twisted it cruelly. When she cried out,

Rachel stuffed the bit back in and secured it tight. Getting back on the cart,

she directed the cart back to the farm and whipped Carol into a good trot.

When she was within sight of the farm, Rachel used the whip on Carol’s tits and

pussy to get her up to a run for the last leg. Carol was panting heavily when

they pulled into the farm yard. Rachel slowed her to a walk and took her a

couple times around the house to cool her down. Then she led her into the barn

and rubbed her down and let her drink from the trough. Carol sunk her whole head

into the water once the bit was removed. She felt sore all over and looked at

the angry red marks on her tits and ass where the whip had struck.

Carol was released from the cart, but not before she was leashed. She was placed

on her knees. "Do you need to crap?"

After all the exercise, Carol did feel the need. "Yes, Rachel."

"OK, come outside and you can do your business."

"Why can’t I go inside to the bathroom?"

"Don’t be silly. You haven’t earned that status yet. Until mother feels you are

ready to be my house slave you will have to live like a beast of burden. When

you accept your place, then maybe she will give you house privileges."

"What does she expect of me before she thinks I’m ready?"

"Well, you know how much mother is into rings. If you were to request to be

ringed, she may see it as a measure of submission to your status."

"I’ll have to think on that. Where do you want me to crap?

Rachel led Carol on her knees to a field in back of the house. She had her squat

back and Carol passed a large load. When she was done, Carol had to rub her ass

clean on the tall grass. It was very humiliating. When she was back in the barn,

Carol was instructed to lay on her back, and then ropes were clipped to each of

her bands and then they were joined to a pulley hanging from the rafters. Rachel

went over to a switch on the wall and Carol heard a motor engage. The ropes

pulled her off her back and soon she was swinging on her back looking up at the

ceiling. The motor was turned off when she was three feet off the ground. Carol

looked over and saw Rachel filling a bucket with soapy water and then she

brought the hose over to the hanging teen. Carol’s stockings were released and

pulled off.

Rachel then spent the next fifteen minutes scrubbing and washing Carol. She

brought out a razor and lathered Carol’s pussy up. She then got rid of the

little stubble that had grown back. She then used a scissors and razor to take

off about two inches of hair from both sides of Carol’s head. Rachel kept the

longest strands and took them over to a workbench. This left a thick band of

hair going from her forehead to the back of her head. Rachel then sat down and

worked Carol’s remaining hair into a thick braid down her back. She took the end

of the braid and worked in a long strand of rawhide. She then pulled it down and

attached it to her waist belt. This forced her head to be pulled back, further

sticking out her tits.

Carol’s leg warmers were put back on after she was dry and secured to her

harness. "I have to go for my run now. I’ll leave you here. I don’t think you

will go anywhere. I will be back in about an hour. I might have mother come out

and keep you company. Thanks for a lovely morning."

She took one more feel of her slave and skipped out of the barn.

Carol swung from her bonds, and soon her bands were rubbing painfully. She also

noticed that her tit harness was tightening leaving deep creases in her tits.

The harness was made of rawhide. As it dried after her bath, the strands were

now contracting.

Carol tried to look down at her poor tits, but her head was pulled so far back

she couldn’t. She began to mew in pain. She jumped when she felt a hand squeeze

her pussy. Megan had entered quietly and had spent the last ten minutes watching

and filming the girl’s suffering. Now she could not help coming closer and

touching this bound sex toy.

"Oh Mistress, please help me. My tits are being squeezed to death. They feel

like they are being cut off." Megan tried in vain to get a finger under the

tight rawhide bonds around her tits. The rawhide was tight when she had put them

on the girl, now they were instruments of torture.

"That must be very painful. What will you do for me if I loosen them?"

Carol was at the end of her endurance. The hanging had caused her bands to dig

into her skin, and now her tits were in agony. "I’ll do whatever you want, just

take those things off my tits and let me down."

"I will let you down and put a new harness on your tits if you beg me to pierce

your nipples." Megan continued to gently rub over Carol’s engorged tits as she

stated her bargain.

Carol didn’t know which to chose. When Megan gave Carol a spin this almost made

her sick. "All right, I’ll let you pierce me."

Megan’s arm brought the riding crop she was carrying down with a thud against

Carol’s hanging ass. "You didn’t beg and you forgot to call me Mistress. Care to

try again?"

"Please Mistress, pierce my nipples."

"I don’t think you mean it."

Now Carol was seriously pleading. "Oh please, please Mistress. Pierce them

however you want. They are yours to decorate with whatever you wish. Just please

stop the pain."

Megan took a knife from a shelf and sliced the tit harness off. When it was off,

deep ruts could be seen criss-crossing her tits. They left a lovely design. They

would fade quickly as the blood returned to the large tits. She went over to the

wall switch that controlled the pulley and lowered the teen to the ground.

Carol just laid on her back enjoying the lack of strain on her limps and tits.

Megan unclipped the suspension ropes and using her crop got the teen up on her

hands and knees. She used the leash to bring the teen over to the wall. The wall

had numerous rings driven into it. Soon Carol was tightly bound to the wall.

Megan loosened the braid holding her head back so she could look down and see

her tits.

Megan was overcome with lust looking at the bound teen. She gave Carol’s tits a

good sucking and delved her fingers deep into her pussy. Rachel had told her she

was a virgin and she took pleasure scrapping her hymen with her nails.

She hated to pull herself away, but she had to go and get her piercing kit. As

she left, she adjusted the camcorder she had set up when she entered the barn to

now zoom in on Carol’s chest. She was planning to use this tape to document

Carol’s training and maybe make a few bucks.

As she went to get her kit she had to decide how big a ring and where to put it

in Carol’s tits. There was so much meat there that numerous rings and studs

could decorate Carol’s tits. By the time she returned to the bound girl, she had

decided to put a large ring through the base of her areola. This would be able

to support a large weight. She would also put a lovely stud through each nipple.

Carol’s tit would be permanently scarred from the large ring. The stud hole

might someday close, but the larger ring, with all the pulling she expected to

place on it, would always scar her tits.

The thought of this made her clit tingle. She knew she had this need to inflict

pain on others and if the process left a permanent impact, it made her even

hotter. As she was walking back to the barn, she saw Rachel returning from her

run.

"Come in the barn. I found out your slave wants me to pierce her tits. I know

you want to watch."

"She asked to be pierced?" Rachel did not think Carol would come to this stage

of her training so quickly.

"She wouldn’t have but you let her tit harness get wet. You should be more

careful with your toys. The rawhide had shrunk to a point where she would have

agreed to anything to get that harness off. Take her tit harness off in the

future when you wash her, unless you want to really cause her some pain."

They entered the barn together and Rachel brought over a powerful work light to

help Megan see her task. Megan instructed, "Why don’t you get her nipples ready

for this lovely decoration?" Rachel spent some time sucking Carol’s huge tits

and feeling up her tight pussy. When Carol was fully engorged Megan used an

alcohol swab, rubbing down Carol’s tits. She then got out her tools. She would

have to use a large needle for the heavy ring she planned to implant in the meat

of her tit. A smaller needle would be used on the nipple.

She decided to do the nipples first. That way the more painful large needle

would not make the nipple needle seem like a relief. She firmly believed in

building the pain in a slave.

The studs would go in horizontally right at the middle of each nipple. They were

the screw-on type and could be exchanged for small rings if needed. Carol looked

like she was having second thoughts. Rachel kept stroked Carol’s body and

fingered her pussy. "I’m so proud you asked for this. It will make your training

move along quicker. I will be able to do so much more with you. Should we gag

her mother?"

"No, I would like to see and hear reaction to her first piercing. It should be

memorable."

Chapter Seven.

Megan arranged her tools like a pro. She wanted to be sure the studs would be

level and right in the middle of each nipple. To do this, she decided to put a

guide on each nipple. This was a circular tube of sorts that could be tightened

down to grasp the nipple and pull it out. There were holes in the tube to allow

the needle to go right in the center. Megan picked out a guide and began

tightening it on Carol’s left nipple. As it squeezed the nipple she began to

pull it out from her tit. "Rachel, take the guide and keep it tight and pulled

out straight."

Rachel took one of her hands from Carol’s pussy and held the guide tight. "This

is so hot, Carol. It will only hurt for a second."

Taking a needle and placing it in the guide, she began to drive it into Carol’s

distended nipple. Carol bit her lip and stared down as the needle was driven

clear through her nipple. When it was through, Megan left it sticking through

her nipple. "You can let go. We will keep the needle in and do the other. Then

we will put the studs in at the same time."

Rachel helped again as Carol’s right nipple soon sported a needle as well. Megan

thought Carol had endured her first piercing rather well. She was anxious to see

how she would react to the large ring. But first she wanted to put the spike

studs through her nipples. Pulling the needle out quickly and removing the

guide, she pushed a stud through the hole left from the needle. Small drops of

blood leaked from the holes that Rachel dabbed away.

She secured the screw-on ends to the studs and stood back to examine her

handiwork. The studs looked pretty horizontal and were right through the center

of each nipple. "They look great. You will be able to take these out and replace

them with rings. Be sure to clean them until they heal."

Megan caressed Carol’s tits and pulled on the studs. "You did well with the

pain. I am proud of you. But now I have another set of rings that I bet will

bring out a scream."

"You mean you’re going to put more rings in my tits. I thought we were done.

Rachel, I don’t want anymore rings in my tits. Make her stop."

Rachel moved close to Carol’s face and grabbed both her tits and began to

squeeze them. "I would not think of interfering with my mother’s plan for you. I

want a fully trained and decorated slave and I trust her to make you that slave.

Besides, I can’t wait to see how you take the big needle. I’m all hot now, you

will have to get me off when we are done." When she backed up and let go of

Carol’s tits, they showed Rachel’s hand print where she had dug them deep into

her boobs.

When Carol looked over at Megan, she was preparing for the next piercing. As she

looked down at her tits, she saw the pretty studs sticking out of her nipples.

While they still ached a little, they did look stunning. She wondered what Megan

had planned next.

Megan came over with a needle that looked like a knitting needle. Her eyes when

wide with freight. No way could she take a needle that size going through her

tit. She started to shack and tried to pull away. Megan called for Rachel’s help

and soon they held Carol tight against the wall and her right boob pulled out

straight. Megan lined up the needle so it would drive straight down just behind

her areola and exit from the bottom. This would mean the ring, once in, would be

perpendicular to her nipple stud and provide for multiple ways to put strain on

her tits.

She looked up at the terrified teen and then back down to began to slowly drive

the needle home. The needle was large but extremely sharp. It went in smoothly

and continued with firm pressure all the way through and out just about where

she expected from the bottom.

Carol took about a half inch of the needle’s travel before she let a scream that

would have brought the neighbors if there were any within a mile. Once the

needle was in, they left it in and backed off. Carol could not believe how

painful that was and she still had another tit to go. "Oh please don’t do the

other one. I will be good, do anything you want."

"Stop that simpering, I wouldn’t let you go around half done. I have a

reputation to uphold. I’ll give you a minute until I have the other needle

ready."

Rachel move close and licked around Carol’s tit where the needle was sticking

out. She took her nipple and sucked it hard. She could use the stud to twist her

nipple with her tongue. She continued to feel up her slave and pump her fingers

into her pussy. "Your pussy is so wet, I think you are enjoying this. We should

do this more often."

"Oh Rachel, it hurts. If you weren’t playing with my pussy, I don’t think I

could take this."

Megan was walking back with the next needle. "OK you love birds, time for some

more screaming. I knew I would get a good one out of you. Try to do better this

time Carol."

The blondes put Carol into a tight hold and repeated the same piercing on her

other tit. Carol was able to hold back her scream a little longer than the first

time, but she still let out a loud one. With tears running down her cheeks,

Carol looked down at her tits and saw the two needles sticking out the top and

bottom of her beautiful boobs. Megan went and got the gold rods that would slide

through the holes as the needles were pulled out. The needles had a gap in the

end that allowed the ring to follow behind the needle.

Megan had thought of a unique way to make the ring. She had slightly curved gold

rods that once through would be bent and welded into a solid ring. When she was

done they would shaped like a D hanging from each tit. Taking the first rod, she

lined it up in the notch in the needle and began to push it into Carol’s tit. It

must have hurt from the moans from Carol, but soon both tits had the rods in

place.

"OK, Now we must bend and weld them. Let’s take her over to the vise on the

workbench." Carol was quickly released and led under leash to the vise. Using

various tools that pulled and twisted Carol’s tits in the process, the rods soon

were bent and the ends touched. "You know that the rod will heat up when we weld

the ends. It may really burn her. I hope you don’t mind some permanent

disfigurement on your slave. I will do my best to cover her, but I can’t stop

the metal from heating up. We will just have to see how it goes."

"Whatever you deem as necessary mother. I just love these rings and I want them

to be solidly attached."

Carol just stood there bent over and watched the two talk about her like she

wasn’t even there. It was then, that she realized that this was not going to be

just a summer fling. These woman planned to make her their slave for a very long

time. She could not see any way out of her situation. She was constantly chained

or on a leash. Both woman were much stronger and faster then her. Her ability to

get away seemed non-existent.

Her attention returned to her tits, when she heard the torch come to life. They

had put a heavy leather pad between her tits and the area were the rings would

be welded, but she still feared the burning they had talked about.

The metal was made of a strong alloy, that took some time to melt. It also

conducted heat quite well. Carol began to dance as the areas where the rod

entered her tits began to heat up. Carol was crying again when the first ring

was finished. Rachel poured cool water on the metal and her tit to dull the pain

and cool the metal.

They gave her a breather Megan filed the weld smooth. The Ring looked totally

solid when she was done. Megan gave it a tug that pulled Carol’s tit far out

from normal. "Yes, these will come in handy to keep this one in line. Now let’s

do the last one.

Chapter Eight.

After her rings were in and cleaned. Rachel fed Carol her lunch of vitamins,

cereal and fruit. She ate out of her bowls on the porch. Rachel sat next to her

pet and watched her eat. "You are really pretty. I just love the way your tits

hang down so low. I’m sure those rings will help pull them down even more.

Mother says I have to wait two days and clean the areas regularly before I can

start using them for pulling and punishment. I can’t wait."

Carol looked up from her lunch. "Do you have to talk about punishment. I’ll be

good and you won’t have to use them to pull my poor sore tits."

"Don’t be silly, I would use the rings even if you were a perfect slave. I’ll do

it because I enjoy seeing you in pain and pleasure. I was so hot watching you

get these rings. I think I will take you for a little pleasure time after lunch.

Then we must take you out for your afternoon trot. Hurry up and eat, I need your

tongue to start pleasing my pussy."

Quickly cleaning up her lunch, Rachel took her back to the barn to a stall full

of fresh straw. Rachel had Carol lay on her back and she attached her arm and

leg rings to ropes spreading her body out tight. Rachel unclipped the chain from

her clit stud and laid down on top of her slave. She rubbed her pussy and tits

against Carol. Carol’s tits were still sore, so this was a mixture of pain and

pleasure. They kissed deeply.

"It’s time you begin to learn how to lick my pussy. Do you remember how I did

you this morning. You won’t be able to use your hands so your tongue must do all

the work." Rachel sat up and straddled Carol. She moved up her body to Carol’s

head but couldn’t help taking one of her breast and using it to rub her pussy.

The new ring and stud added to the friction. She heated up quickly considering

the events of the morning.

Moving up to squat over Carol’s face, she turned around and faced to look down

on Carol’s body. "Now take your tongue and begin by licking up and down the full

length of my pussy. When you get to my clit, lick around my stud. Lick the

sensitive area between my pussy and asshole. Once you get me going drive your

tongue as deep into my pussy hole as you can and swirl it around. Then start it

all over again. I’ll give you instructions after you master that technique."

Carol looked up into Rachel’s pussy and saw it wet with lust. She quickly raised

her head to begin her loving. She had tasted her own pussy juice, so she was

anxious to taste Rachel’s. The taste was hard to describe, sweet yet musky. She

soon was hooked on the taste and was lapping up Rachel’s juice like a pro.

Rachel was really enjoying this combination of control and loving. While Megan

occasionally gave Beth to her for her pleasure as a reward for some athletic

victory, she always knew Beth was Megan’s slave. With Carol, she had a slave her

own age that would be hers to do with as she wished. It made her come even

harder. She groaned in bliss as Carol nipped at her clit and pussy lips. She was

catching on quickly and really seemed to be enjoying herself. Rachel reached

down and diddling Carol’s nipples and clit as she sat on her face and rutted in

one orgasm after another.

When Carol’s head fell back and her tongue gave out, Rachel rolled off her slave

and took a minute to calm down. When she had caught her breath, she reattached

her clit chain and got Carol back on all fours. Leading her out to her cart.

Carol got meekly into her position and was strapped in with no fuss. "You are

getting to be a good slave, I’m so happy you are mine."

"Can we do without the bit, I promise not to call out to anyone." Looking down

at Carol’s hopeful face, Rachel nodded.

"OK, but I will expect you to be extra good on your exercise. Total effort. If I

think you are not working to 100%, the bit goes back in. Understand?"

"Oh thank you, yes, Rachel. Thank you."

"I also have something that will help you keep the pesky bugs from biting your

sweet pussy. I hope you like it."

Rachel went and got something from the workbench. Rachel had asked Beth to make

a butt plug with a tail using the hair she had cut off Carol’s head. The plug

allowed for deep placement and had a small valve that filled a balloon ring once

the plug was in. This made the plug impossible to remove without first releasing

the valve. The plug itself did not totally go into Carol’s ass. She wanted her

asshole to begin to experience objects stretching open her hole. Eventually, she

wanted to be able to fuck her easily without preparation. She planned to use

thicker and thicker plugs over the coming weeks to make her totally open to her.

The end of the plug had the hair attached and it cascaded down over her ass and

thighs. Rachel brought the plug up to Carol’s face. "Isn’t this pretty. I hope

you appreciate the work that went into it and thank Beth appropriately. Now get

it all wet so I can slip it into your ass."

Carol could not take this all in. Her jaw opened as Rachel pushed the plug into

her mouth. She began to suck it and get it all wet. "That should do it."

Rachel took the plug and slowly prodded it into Carol’s resistant ass. With

constant pressure Rachel soon had the plug deep in Carol’s ass. She then filled

the balloon and locked the valve closed. Carol was not happy with the

discomfort.

"How long do I need to keep that in? I feels so full."

"You’ll get use to it and soon you will feel empty when I take it out."

Hopping up onto the cart, Rachel slapped the reins on Carol’s butt and off they

went into the afternoon heat. King followed and ran beside the cart.

Carol tried her best to pull the cart, but having the plug up her ass made the

trotting difficult. Rachel didn’t seem to mind the slow steady pace. She enjoyed

the outings and started to practice at her control of the buggy whip. She would

snap it on Carol’s ass when she was too slow or to get rid of a bug

that had landed on her slave.

By the time they got the woods where they stopped this morning, Carol was

panting heavily. Pulling on the reins to bring the cart to a halt, Rachel got

out and stretched her legs.

It was then that she noticed that she had not refilled the canteen. There was

only a little left that she drank. She had another plan to quench Carol’s

thirst. She had been drinking heavily all morning and now had a bladder full of

piss.

After rubbing Carol’s sweating body dry, she unclipped her from the cart and

laid her down on the grass. "Are you thirsty, Slave?

"Oh yes, please pass the canteen."

Sorry, but I forgot to refill it. You will have to drink something else to cool

you off. Rachel was sitting on Carol’s chest as she said this and now moved up

to place her piss hole right over Carol’s mouth.

"Oh no Rachel, please don’t make me drink piss. I can wait till I get back to

the farm."

"Don’t be silly. You must get used to my piss. It may be your only source of

fluids if I get mad at you and feel the need to punish you. For now, I want to

see your face as you drink all my piss. If you spill any, I will put the bit

back on you for the ride home and then maybe get your tit harness wet again."

Carol remembered the agonizing pain that harness had caused her and slowly

opened her mouth.

Rachel smiled and sat down fully on Carol’s mouth. "Now close you mouth up tight

and keep all my piss in. Swallow quickly because I don’t know how fast it will

come out. Ready?"

Carol nodded her head and Rachel relaxed her muscles and began to piss. She

looked fondly down at her slave as she gulped all her piss without spilling a

drop. She had to pinch off the flow occasionally when she felt Carol was getting

too full. But soon she was empty.

Carol was disgusted when the first squirt of piss entered her mouth. She didn’t

have time to reflect on the taste as she was swallowing constantly. After the

flow slowed, she began to reflect on the taste of Rachel’s piss. It was a little

salty, warm and tart. It did quench her thirst and when it was all finished, she

was no worse off. She wondered if piss could hurt you. She would have to see.

"That was great. I loved the way your tongue would try to stop the flow when you

got too full. I think you should drink my piss all the time. I may even stop

giving you water. I will have to ask mother first. She’s a nurse and can tell me

if it is safe for you."

Rachel was now lying next to Carol and stroking her body.

"Do you want to come? You have been so good today that I think you deserve a

treat. I’ll get you off now and then tonight will be the first time you get

fucked. Mother has plans to take your cherry. I’ll be there, but she wants to be

the first. We had a little fight over this. She won and now I have to be

punished also. But not before I get to watch you lose your cherry. It will open

so much more fun for us. Now let me get you off and we can head on back."

Laying back on top of Carol, Rachel kissed and sucked on her mouth, tits and

pussy until Carol was panting to a orgasmic summit. Rachel was noticing that it

was taking less and less to bring Carol off. She hoped to eventually be able to

make her come with just a few strokes at the right place. This learning process

of mistress and slave was one of the pleasures of owning a slave.

Noticing the day’s passage, Rachel reharnessed Carol and took a longer route

home. Once she got back to the barn, Carol was allowed to answer natures call,

then was washed and fed. Lovingly stroking her pet, Rachel retied Carol spread

eagle in her stall and went for her own run. Carol quickly nodded off from the

exertion of the day. Fantasizing what was to come when Megan took her cheery

tonight.

Chapter Nine.

Carol awoke when she heard noises from outside her stall. Muffled voices and the

sound of furniture being moved around brought her back from her rest. Her stall

was in shadows with just a little light filtering in. It must be after dusk.

Soon, the stall gate opened and Rachel stood over her slave. She looked fondly

down at her bound teen. Bending down to her knees, she began to slide her hands

over Carol’s bound body. "You look lovely. I just can’t help feeling you up

whenever I see you. Mother is preparing the scene for your first fuck. She

really loves to get dramatic. I can’t wait to see you being screwed. Once she

takes you, I will make you so sexually hot that you won’t mind about all this

training and your bondage. Now let’s get you up and ready."

Rachel released Carol’s limbs and using the leash and a riding crop got her

following her out of the stall on her hands and knees. What she saw made her

stop and hold back. An area in the barn was filled with candles. Megan stood

regally with Beth squatting on her hunches behind her. A wooden and leather

sawhorse of sorts sat to one side of her. She nodded impatiently to Rachel, and

she snapped her crop on Carol’s ass to get her to crawl up to Megan. Rachel

guided Carol right up to Megan and instructed, "Sit up like Beth is and ask your

mistress to give you your first good fucking."

Carol looked over at Rachel then up at Megan. Seeing no way out, and not wanting

to anger this amazon before her first fuck she decided to be very cooperative.

"Mistress, please take me."

Megan was naked and stood tall over her daughter’s slave. She had decided to

wear a gold chain between her nipple rings. Her pussy was as naked of hair as

Carol’s, but a lovely diamond stud stood out from her clit hood. "You must thank

me for this privilege. Lick me well and then I may make you a woman."

Carol leaned forward and began to drive her tongue up and down Megan’s slit just

like Rachel had instructed her. She took her time sucking on the clit stud. Soon

Megan put her hands behind Carol’s head and began to grind into her chin and

nose. Beth moved in behind Megan and used her tongue to swab Megan’s asshole.

Pushing it in when she could.

The thought of fucking this ripe teen was getting her horny as hell. She could

feel her first come building and gave over to it, pulling on her tit chain to

heighten the experience. She pushed Carol back and smiled down at the teen’s wet

face. "Oh, you will get a good fucking for that. Rachel I want you and Beth to

bind her well to the horse so I can have total access to fuck all her holes. You

can leave her butt plug tail in for now. It may come in handy."

Pulling on the leash Carol was led over to the horse and forced to lay on her

belly down the length of the horse. Her ass still stuck out the back and the

horse had a knob that her pussy rested on. Her arms and legs were pulled down

and tied tightly. Her head would have hung down but her hair braid was pulled

back and tied to her waist belt. She was forced to look at a mirror that was set

up to allow her to look behind her.

Her tits harness was tightly secured to the horse as was her waist belt. She

could not raise herself up and her ass and pussy were at a perfect height to

match Megan’s hips.

Rachel bent down and gave her a deep kiss. "I love this. Enjoy your first fuck,

cause I’m next."

She stayed kneeling, kissing and playing with Carol’s tits and face. She was

brought out of her sexual haze when Megan slapped her hand down hard on her ass.

"Oh yes, these cheeks were made to be red from my hand." Megan planned to train

this teen to need a bit of pain as foreplay to reach the best orgasms. But that

would only come with time. For now, it was strictly for her own pleasure to turn

Carol’s ass a bright red before she started fucking her. Rachel continued to

kiss and play with Carol while the spanking was given.

When Megan was satisfied with the shade of Carol’s ass, she stepped over to the

counter and began to strap on her special vibrating dildo. It was a good twelve

inches long and three inches thick. It was covered with ridges and protrusions

to give maximum friction. A special curve at the base allowed another three

inches of the monster to be inserted into her own pussy. It would rub her clit

with each stroke. She loved to use this on Beth and Rachel. Now it was the new

slave’s turn to feel her powerful thrusts.

Giving one more pull on the straps she walked over to Carol’s ass. She looked

over to make sure Beth was filming the action and began to pull the tail out of

the way and secure it to Carol’s waist belt. Using the valve, she allowed the

plug balloon to deflate. She planned to pump the plug in and out during the

fucking and knew the balloon would not let that happen.

She felt Carol’s slit to see how wet it was. While it was damp she knew it

needed to be wetter or this would be pure torture for the teen. Her compassion

got the better of her and she walked around to Carol’s face. Carol’s eyes

widened when she saw the size of the dildo hanging from Megan’s crotch. "You

aren’t going to use that thing for my first time, are you. It will split me in

two."

"I know what a young pussy like yours can take, young lady. And if I were you, I

would make sure this cock was good and wet or it just might split you. Now get

to work on my cock." She shoved the end of the cock into the protesting teen’s

mouth. Carol’s cheeks bulged as the cock was pushed in. Rachel moved to Carol’s

pussy and began to lick it to start her juices. She didn’t want Carol to think

badly of her first fuck, so she wanted to help Megan’s entry.

"I think that will do for now. You will learn to deep throat later. Now I want

to get to your little pussy." Rachel quickly returned to Carol’s face and Megan

took her position between her legs. She began to rub the dildo up and down

Carol’s crack. She could not wait any longer. Using both her hands, she guided

the cock to Carol’s hole and pulled her lips wide. Moving her hips forward, she

saw the knob of the cock begin to push her pussy inwards. Pushing harder, the

cock’s knob pushed through Carol’s lips and began its journey up the teen’s

virgin hole.

"Oh God that’s big, Stop, Stop. Please Mistress, It hurts."

"It wouldn’t be worth my time if I didn’t make this memorably. Now, stop your

whimpering or I will gag you."

Beth was moving to get all the action. Her mistress would want to view this

video over and over again, so she knew she had to catch all the action.

When the cock met Carol’s hymen, Megan laid down over Carols back and reached

down and played with her bound tits. She slowly moved the cock back and forth

letting Carol get used to the motion and size of the cock. She whispered, "How

does that feel, my child. I want you to come to love this. When I think you are

ready I am going to take your cherry and give you pleasure that you will

remember all your life."

Carol felt bloated and full back there, but she couldn’t help start to enjoy the

pressure the cock was exerting on her clit as it was driven between the cock and

the horse. The gentle rocking, Rachel’s kisses and the squeezing of her tits

soon had her pushing back at each thrust.

Megan noticed this change in Carol’s movements. Gauging the right moment, she

took an extra long pull back and drove the cock hard. It met and ripped through

Carol’s cherry. Carol let out a yelp but soon this was smothered under Rachel’s

kisses.

Now the cock moved deeper and she rose up to see the depth of her thrusts. She

continued to work her dildo until her hips were slapping Carol’s ass with each

push.

All twelve inches were now reaming out the teen’s hole. The knob was punching

into the end of her tube with each thrust. Megan now took the base of the butt

plug and began to slide it in and out to match her fucking. This brought another

round of protests from Carol, but soon she was overcome by the lust and was

pushing back again, begging for greater pleasure.

Megan’s own pussy was dripping from the heat of the situation and the pumping of

the dildo up her hole and against her clit. As one hand pumped the butt plug,

the other began to spank Carol’s ripe ass.

Carol could not take the overload of sensations. Her pussy and ass were on fire,

and Rachel’s hot tongue and fingers were all over her. She was already close to

popping when the spanking started. The pain startled her but could not keep the

fire from bursting in her loins. The first wave crashed over her and continued

to roll up her spine. Megan felt Carol’s first orgasm and felt the wetness

dampening her thighs. She reached down and brought a wet finger to her lips for

a taste. It was delicious. She got another hand of pussy wet fingers and reached

forward. "Taste these my little slave. See how wet you are for me. You will be

begging for this before long."

Carol had Megan’s fingers in her mouth. She sucked them clean and moaned as

another flare up ripped through her groin. Megan stood up and began to really

pound into Carol. Megan knew she was close to coming herself so she continued to

thrust hard. When she felt her own pussy close to erupting, she pulled on her

tit chains to drive her over the top.

Carol also came again hard with the deep fucking. She was driven to a level of

lust and perversion she never thought possible. When Megan finally slowed her

pumping and pulled out she stood back and looked down at Carol’s groin. Her hole

was still open and gaping. She ran her hand over Carol’s pussy and gave it one

more squeeze.

Carol slumped in her bondage. Her hair hurt from the strain of keeping her head

up. She had lost the strength to hold her head up long ago. While the fuck had

hurt at first, now that she looked back, the orgasms that had racked her body

made all the restraints and punishment dim away. She was young and now that she

was given time to rest, she missed the feel of the cock in her pussy. The butt

plug was still wedged in her ass, but that was not enough. She began to wonder

when her next fucking would occur.

Chapter Ten.

Megan removed the dildo and left it for Rachel. Then she and Beth left the two

teens together in the barn. Beth had replaced the camera back on its tripod to

catch Rachel’s time with her newly deflowered slave.

Rachel took a warm dripping sponge and began to bath her slave as she lay on the

horse. She let the hair braid loose and Carol’s head hung down. Rachel got

Carol’s new tit harness totally soaked during her sponge bath. She then moved

over to get Megan’s dildo. She brought it over and had Carol suck the damp dildo

clean. Then she strapped it on just like her mother. She tested the tit harness

and noted it tightening up.

Taking a large candle and bringing it close, she stooped to look closely at

Carol’s pussy. It was still open, and she had noticed traces of blood when she

had sponged her pussy. Now it looked as pretty and pink as ever. She spent a

minute licking her slaves pussy lips and clit. She always loved licking pussy,

and Carol’s was hers to enjoy now whenever she wished.

Carol was letting out soft murmurs from the loving. When Rachel felt Carol was

close to coming she stood and moved the fake cock up to her slick hole. Carol

shook her head and gasped as she felt the head of the dildo begin to push back

into her poor pussy. "Not again, you’ll blow my mind as well as kill my pussy.

Have mercy."

"Do you think I could wait to fuck you now that I am allowed. This will be how

you will spend your life now. I will fuck you whenever and wherever I please.

You are mine. Besides, the way you came with my mother, I would expect you to be

begging for more. Now just lay there and enjoy your fucking."

Carol resigned herself to another good fucking. If it wasn’t for the bondage she

would probably be enjoying it more. Not being able to use her hands or buck her

hips was hard to get use to. She also began to notice the tightness of her tit

harness. "Rachel, my tits are getting squeezed again. The rawhide is drying.

Take it off, please."

Rachel knew what she was doing, the pain in Carol’s tits were part of her plan

to have Carol equate satisfying sex with some pain. In time, if the training

continued as planned, Carol would not be able to come without a touch of pain.

To add to this training, Rachel took the candle and allowed some of the hot wax

to drip on the sides of Carol’s tits.

"Oh stop that. You’re burning my tits. They are dying. How could you be so

mean?" Carol shook her head and tried vainly to avoid the drops. Rachel was now

fucking deep into Carol’s elastic pussy. The feel of the dildo pulling on her

own pussy and clit as she pumped hard was giving her such a rush of sexual power

that she wouldn’t stop until she was totally spent. With one hand dripping wax,

she tugged on Carol’s butt plug. She had watched her mother using the double

fuck on Carol and wanted to try it herself.

Carol’s sobs competed with her moans and the obvious lust she was showing by

trying to push back to meet her hard fucking. "Oh God, that feels so hot. Don’t

stop."

"Don’t worry baby. I’ll give you another good fuck. I can’t believe your mine.

We can do this all night."

Carol’s tits were now tightly bound by the rawhide and could be seen being

pushed out between the strands. Add to this torture, hardened wax not covered

both sides of her tits. Putting the candle down, Rachel couldn’t help violating

her mother’s warning not to pull on Carol’s new tit rings. She leaned forward

and took a tit ring in each hand. Using the rings to pull Carol back to meet her

strokes, she was now deep into her own sexual frenzy.

Carol screamed as her aching tits were violently pulled back. Somehow the pain

broke the barrier of her own sexual lust and she too flooded Rachel’s pumping

dildo with her spewing pussy juice. She had never come like this. When she

thought she could not take any more, Rachel let out a load groan, slowed her

pumping and laid down on Carol’s back. She stopped pulling on her tit rings and

just let the dildo rest deep in her pussy.

"Oh baby, you were made to be my fuck toy. I thought your pussy would pull this

dildo off when I started to yank on your tits. I hope that didn’t hurt too much,

but I just had to hear you scream. I’ll loosen the harness in a minute."

After resting, Rachel stood up and unstrapped the dildo harness and left it deep

in Carol’s bloated pussy. She went and got a knife and cut off the tit harness.

She took the lukewarm soapy water and gave her slave another cleaning. There was

a small amount of blood around her tit rings, so Rachel put a little topical

antibiotic over the sore areas.

Rachel then took a smaller vibrator from the large collection on the workbench

and pushed it deep into Carol’s pussy after she removed the larger dildo. She

took a strand of leather and attached one end to the front of her waist belt,

pulled it down and through the small rings on the end of the dildo and butt

plug. Attaching the other end through a ring in the rear of the belt, she pulled

the strap tight. Now the vibrator and plug could not come out of their holes.

Carol still felt terribly full, even with the smaller vibrator now filled her

pussy. Rachel released her slave from the horse and led Carol back to her stall.

Reattaching her to the four corners of the stall, she looked down at her spread

out slave. "You can sleep now baby. Before you sleep, do you want a drink?"

Carol immediately answered yes, but then thought otherwise as Rachel began to

kneel over her head. "Open up and I will give you my piss. Don’t be obstinate."

Carol had to take a large dose of Rachel’s piss to quench her thirst. When she

finished pissing, Rachel reached down and turned on the pussy vibrator. She gave

Carol a kiss goodnight and left the stall. Carol was left in darkness and soon

silence as Rachel soon finished cleaning up and left for her own bed. The

buzzing of the vibrator soon got her pussy tingling. She squeezed down on it and

felt the flare of sex again in her pussy. She was able to buck her hips to grind

down on the two intruders to get maximum pleasure. Her first orgasm washed over

her and she laid at peace.

But the vibrator would give her no peace. It took numerous waves of orgasms

before either the battery wore out or she passed out in exhaustion. Whatever the

reason, Carol’s mind became totally fixated on her sexual pleasure. All else

left her consciousness. She was fast becoming a creature of sex.

Chapter Eleven.

The next two weeks were a constant cycle of bondage, exercise and sexual

addiction. Carol’s typical day started with Rachel entering her stall and

demanding a morning cunt licking. After a relaxing orgasm, she would give Carol

her morning bladder as a present.

Carol would then be brought out to do her morning business in the field followed

by a quick hosing down. Breakfast would be served in her bowls on the back

porch, right next to King’s dog bowls. The vitamin shake and cereals were her

typical food. The low-fat diet and the hard exercising were having its effect on

her body. While her weight was only decreasing slightly, her body was

redistributing the weight. Her thighs were getting harder and strong. Her ass

and waist was decreasing. Her thin arms were getting muscular and her boobs

seemed to be getting larger, if that was possible.

She was pleased with the changes in her body and now exercised with grim

determination. After her breakfast, Rachel would pet her goodbye and drive off

to school. At that time, Megan and Beth took over her training. She was taken on

a hard morning trot, pulling Megan all over the farm. Megan was a hard

task-mistress and used the whip with skill. She could strike any part of Carol’s

body she chose. Often this was her most sensitive area. The sides of her tits

and her pussy often got attention when she lagged behind Megan’s expectations.

Carol now ran with a dildo up her cunt as well as the butt plug tail. This was

extremely awkward at first, but now she felt empty when something wasn’t up both

holes. At times, a vibrator was used, making running and having orgasms hard to

do at once. This often brought the whip as she faltered in her stride to enjoy a

wave of pleasure.

Carol’s butt plugs were changed every few days for thicker versions. By ever

greater widths, her asshole muscles were stretched and came to accept the wooden

intruders. Carol asshole was now used as another hole for fucking, now that it

could accept the strap-on dildos without permanent harm.

During each run, a rest period usually involved Carol spending time between

Megan’s legs, being instructed in her ever increasing skills at pussy and

asshole eating. Many times Megan would stop the cart for a rest. At these times

she would remove the vibrator or butt plug from Carol and ride her with the

dildo harness. This brought them both off and came to be a game to see how quick

or how many times Carol could come.

Her pussy had become so sensitive from the vibrators and the highly erotic

situation of her bondage and humiliation. It now would flare and erupt with only

a moment of good fucking or clit stimulation.

Her tit rings were now used to their full potential. When they went for trots,

weights were attached to her nipple rings, causing them to hang down and swing

with each stride. Her nipples were now large and constantly erect. The weights

would drag them down and make her tits throb. The large ring was now used as

another means to secure Carol to her cart. They would be used to pull her tits

to either side of Carol’s chest making them more accessible to Megan’s whip. Her

tits were always red and bruised from the abuse of the whips, crops and hard

chewing that these women enjoyed delivering to her tender boobs.

For some odd reason Megan would not make Carol drink her piss. She said that was

a pleasure that should be reserved for Rachel.

Back at the farm for lunch, Megan would give Carol to Beth for a bath and lunch.

After a moment to tend to her bodily needs out back and lunch, she spent an hour

or so working with barbells or farm tools. Chopping wood or carrying water with

an old yoke out to the farm’s few horses and cows were helped build her upper

body strength. All this was done under the constant supervision and whip of

either Megan or Beth.

Beth was just as quick with the whip as Rachel or Megan. Her own desire to serve

her mistress well, caused her to demand the same dedication from Carol. Being a

slave herself, she found the ability to control another a welcomed turn about of

roles. She quickly came to relish her power over the teen. When she was sure

Megan was busy in the house, she would make Carol lick her to orgasm.

Once the chores were done, Carol was brought back to the barn and put in ever

different combinations of bondage until Rachel came home from school. Rachel

would come running to the barn after stripping and snapping on her rings and

chains, to see what unique and painful combination of bondage, clips, and

weights were torturing her slave. She would touch and caress her bound teen

until Carol’s moans and tears struck her mistress as sufficient to allow her

release.

It was during one of these afternoons at the end of the Carol’s second week of

captivity that Rachel got another commitment of servitude from her slave.

Megan had out done herself with this latest bondage session. Carol was

completely suspended from her rings and was being plagued by numerous clips and

weights hanging from her wide spread pussy. A gag filled the teens mouth but the

moans and the sweat covering her body attested to her agony.

"Mother is a master of pain, isn’t she? That must be oh so painful. I just love

how she has used cloths pins to spread your outer pussy lips so the alligator

clips and weights can pull on your inner lips and clit. You should see how red

they are. How long have you been like this? I can’t imagine how you must feel."

Rachel gave the weights hanging from Carol’s pussy and tit rings a push to get

them swinging. The squirming of Carol at this added torture made Rachel shiver

with power.

"I’ll make you a deal. If you promise to accept another symbol of your position

as my slave I will release you now from this bondage session. I will expect you

to beg for it with all sincerity once the time comes. If you agree I want you to

shake your tits."

Carol was lost in her pain. Even the gentle humming of the vibrator in her ass

could not cloud the waves of pain. She imagined her pussy to be permanently

disfigured from the clips. She could not avoid agreeing to any deal Rachel made

to stop the pain. She gathered her will and shook her shoulders to make her tits

flop side to side. Her nipple weights swung, pulling more on her already grossly

distended nipples.

"Good girl, I know you will come to love the new additions I plan for your

body."

Rachel carefully unclipped the clips and weights and lowered Carol to the

ground. Carol just lay there happy to be free of the strain and pain. Rachel

massaged Carol’s tender flesh helping her blood to return. She was picturing

these pussy lips with a new set of rings. One of the great thrills she got out

of having a slave was being able to sculpt their bodies to your liking. She

always thought Carol’s pussy lips were too small and kept her inner flesh too

covered. She had plans to use a set of rings in her outer lips to pull them wide

and cause them to grow and distend.

She was imagining riding in her cart, looking at Carol’s backside as she pulled.

A set of rings in each outer lip attached to rawhide pulling them wide allowing

her clit and inner pussy to be totally free for whatever punishment or pleasure

she desired. The rawhide strings could be attached to weights or her leg

warmers. The effect would be stunning. She continued to play with Carol’s pussy,

pulling and squeezing her lips as she fantasized on the possibilities. Soon the

teen was sighing in pleasure and rewarded her probing fingers with a healthy

discharge of juice to show appreciation.

Enough play for now. It was time for her afternoon trot. The two teens were soon

riding out for another exercise session. One the beast of burden and the other

the mistress. Rachel enjoyed these rides more and more. She was away from the

supervision of her mother and took full liberties with her slave. Many times she

drove Carol with the whip until she collapsed with exhaustion. To have such

control was intoxication. To be able to mark and add rings to her slave was a

thrill that needed fulfillment. It was this need that made her decide to add

Carol’s pussy rings tonight. Megan had agreed it was time to add the next level

of servitude and had received the special rings in the mail. Megan had also

agreed to let Rachel perform the act when the time came. It was a big step for

Rachel on her road to being a full mistress.

After a good trot that involved two rest fucks and one long stop where Carol

sucked her off twice and drank her piss, Carol was fed dinner and returned to

her stall. Fully restrained, a large vibrator was turned on in her pussy and she

was left to endure a blissful evening. She did not know what awaited her later

when Megan and Rachel planned to deface her pussy. Had she realized fully her

impending pain, she might not have enjoyed her numerous orgasms.

Chapter Twelve.

Carol was now well on her way to living her life around the moods and desires of

her mistresses. When they were loving, she was in heaven from the dynamic sexual

energy they produced in the teen. When they were angry with her, she was

tormented by their devious punishments. So she had become very astute at trying

to keep her mistresses happy with her performance.

When Rachel appeared at her stall door that evening, she knew she had to do as

her mistress desired, no matter the pain. Her mistresses long-term happiness was

the ultimate goal.

Carol removed the vibrator that had worn down to a dull hum and sat on Carol’s

belly. She smiled down at her slave and played with her tits. "Dear Carol, are

you ready to submit yourself to what I desire for you. Will you willingly accept

what I now plan to do to your body. A painful experience that will give me

further control over your body and mind?"

Carol stared up at her mistress and could see the desire in Rachel’s eyes. She

could not displease her, she had become too connected emotionally to making

Rachel happy. "I accept whatever you desire to do to my body. I am yours to do

with as you wish, mistress."

Rachel’s joy was instantly expressed in the hugs and kisses she rained on her

toy. She released Carol from her bonds and had her crawl out to the main barn

area. Megan had arranged the horse and some hanging ropes ready to receive

Carol. Carol was instructed to lie on her back on the six inch wide horse. Her

head hung down off one end and her ass jutted out off the other. Her waist belt

and neck ring were secured to the horse. Her arms were tied down to the legs of

the horse, causing her tits to be thrust high.

Two of the ropes were tied to Carol’s leg rings. The pulleys then drew her legs

high and wide. She was now totally secured to the horse with her legs spread in

a ninety degree angle. This caused her pussy area to pout open, making it

totally exposed to what attention these ladies now had planned.

Rachel was getting so excited while she waited for Rachel to prepare her tools,

that she stood over Carol’s head and held it tight to her crotch. Carol’s tongue

immediately delved into her pussy. Beth hovered in the background, catching the

whole episode on videotape. By now they had a considerable library of videos

that showed all of Carol’s subjection to slavehood.

Rachel played and pulled on Carol’s tit rings. She took two additional hanging

ropes and attached them to her large tit rings. She pulled them out at an angle

away from Carol’s chest. Now she had Carol’s tits spread wide and pulled tight.

She bent and sucked on her enlarged nipples and replace rings for her nipple

studs. She attached weights to each nipple ring. These pulled her nipples

side-wise to strain down the sides of her tits. Muffled moans came from Carol as

her tits were abused. By now, she could not remember when her tits didn’t ache

from some form of punishment. Their size made them constant targets for the

mistress’ attention.

Megan was now ready to begin the next set of Carol’s piercings. She brought a

tray with needles and rings and set it within easy reach. She sat on a stool and

took her time playing with Carol’s pussy lips and clit, causing them to inflame

with pleasure. She wanted them plumb and ready to experience all the pain to

come. Carol now moved to stand beside Megan and watch the procedures. "I’ll do

the first one, then you will be able to do the rest."

"Thank you mother. I can’t wait."

Megan took a tool that resembled a large pair of pliers. What was different was

that a hole was set in the middle of the claws. This allowed needles to be

driven straight through the held flesh. Megan placed the claws over the middle

of Carol’s right pussy lip, squeezed the handle and pulled the lip outwards. A

soft sob came from Carol. This only made Megan smile. The guide hole was now

about a half inch from the edge of Carol’s lip. She took a needle and placed it

in the claws guide hole. With one smooth thrust, the needle punctured Carol’s

lip and exited out the other side. A loud scream came from Carol’s lungs as she

felt the stabbing pain in her loins.

A small amount of blood was wiped away. Megan released the claw and took a small

one-inch diameter ring from the tray. She promptly inserted this into the hole

created in the lip. The ring was specially ordered from a S&M catalog. The rings

had a special clasp that once the two ends were snapped together, they could not

be removed without cutting them apart. Megan now fitted the two ends together

and using a pliers squeezed until she heard the lock catch. Taking the ring in

her hands she tried to pull them apart. It quickly became clear that the

catalog’s advertisement was accurate. This ring would stay in Carol’s lip until

cut off. It shined against Carol’s pink flesh. Megan bent down and gave the lip

and ring a little suck. She tasted some of Carol’s blood from the wound and

enjoyed the taste.

She stepped back and gave Rachel the position between Carol’s legs. "Thank you

Mother. It looks beautiful. I think three per lip will allow me to put the

required tension on her lips to make them grow without ripping out."

Rachel repeated the piercing procedure exactly as her mother had showed her. She

placed two more rings on either side of Megan’s ring. One at the top and the

other at the bottom of the lip. They were all a half-inch in from the edge and

about one and a half inch apart.

Carol was squirming with each stab. With Rachel admiring the results, she busied

herself making her left lip the mirror image of the right. Beth captured the

whole torture and caught Carol’s expressions of pain with each ringing. When

Rachel had both lips decorated with rings, she sat back and stroked Carol’s

pussy. The rings now kept Carol’s lips from closing flush. The rings pushed

against each other keeping the lips spread. Rachel now started playing with

Carol’s clit. Her lips still got in the way of direct stimulation.

Megan passed six strands of rawhide to Rachel. Soon each ring had a rawhide

strand securely tied to it. The strands were then pulled and attached to Carol’s

legging. This caused Carol’s lips to spread wide and leave her clit and inner

lips wide open for whatever attention Rachel desired.

Megan tapped Rachel on the shoulder. "I better do the clit to insure it is

perfect. We don’t want any mistakes that would make us repeat the piercing. I

don’t think our little slave could take this twice."

Rachel looked disappointed but she rose and backed up. "If you think so, OK

mother."

Carol’s clit was now fully exposed and Megan bent and sucked it. She pulled it

hard into her mouth and chewed it. Moans of lust soon came to Carol and her

pussy could be seen glistening with her pussy dew. Megan sat back and took a

simple tool. It was like a Chinese finger trap. It was a tube made of weaved

straw that when pulled contracted and grasped tightly whatever was in the tube.

With Carol’s clit sticking out inflamed with lust, Megan fitted the tube over it

and holding the base tight to the base of Carol’s clit, she pulled it up. The

straw tube then tightened and squeezed the clit tight. Megan kept the pulling

pressure on the tube and reached for a needle.

"You still want the stud to be horizontal instead of like yours through the hood

and clit?"

"Yes, mother. I want the strain totally on her clit. Soon with constant pressure

the weights I will attach to it will cause it to be permanently enlarged. I want

her pussy to be mine, large and open. It will also help to keep her clit hard

and pulled out for my attention."

"As you wish. I think your slave will soon be totally at your command. These can

also be used for controlling her actions. I have plans to add to her harness to

give us more control over her without having to watch her every minute."

Megan turned to her task and aligned the needle to the side of the clit tube.

Since the tube was made of straw, the needle went through it easily and entered

Carol’s clit from the side. Rachel had moved to straddle Carol’s head and was

laying down the length of Carol’s body. She could clearly see Megan work. She

was holding Carol’s head up into her pussy and was enjoying the attention of her

tongue. The scream that erupted into her pussy as the needle traveled into

Carol’s clit only made her squeeze her legs tight and come on her face.

The needle was pushed through Carol’s clit. Megan let it stay for a minute, then

pulled it through. She quickly took off the tube and took the last ring and

passed it through the bloody clit hole. Once the pliers had snapped the ring

lock tight, she bent and sucked on the bloody clit. The thrill of permanently

altering the teen’s pussy had made her hot. The taste of the blood oozing from

the clit as she twirled the ring with her tongue got her pussy streaming. Soon

her fingers were pumping into her own pussy and she was pulling on her own

nipple chain. Her orgasm crashed over her and she sat back and stroked Carol’s

ripe pussy.

The pulleys were lowered and the tit ropes released. The weights remained

attached to her nipple rings as she was released from the horse. Carol was

allowed for the first time to look down at her newly decorated pussy. She

touched the rings still pulling her pussy wide and the lone ring sticking

through her clit. The pain still lingered at each ring hole and her clit was

alive with pain. She didn’t have long to inspect her new rings as she was

directed to her knees and told to crawl around the barn. The picture of Carol’s

pussy pouting wide and decorated as she crawled made Rachel want to strap on the

dildo and fuck her right away.

Megan had instructed that Carol would need at least two days to help let the

ring holes heal. It would be difficult to keep from abusing her slave’s newly

decorated pussy, but she knew her mother was correct. The level of punishment

she would eventually be able to inflict with these rings made her moist. Carol

was sent back to her stall and secured. Rachel spent some time applying medicine

to avoid any infection. Once she and Megan were satisfied with Carol’s pussy

care, they both sat on her face and enjoyed a satisfying tongue-lashing.

Rachel’s cunt lapping culminated in her pissing into Carol’s mouth. What little

leaked out, she cleaned up with a moist cloth. She ended Carol’s day with a deep

kiss. Carol’s sleep was slow to come as the occasional throb of pain from her

pussy and the strange feeling of having her pussy and clit open to the air

bombarded her consciousness.

Whatever tomorrow would bring, Carol knew she would have to meet it with her

pussy open to the world.

Chapter Thirteen.

School had let out for summer and Rachel was able to take over the total

training of her pet slave. Carol was exercised with her usual cart trots but she

was allowed to avoid vibrators in her pussy and she kept her whip away from her

tender pussy rings. Her body continued to be strengthened and her legs could now

pull the cart at a good clip down the farms paths.

While Rachel tended to Carol, Megan began the task of editing and digitizing the

videos of Carol’s slavery. She had a full computer suite at the farm and she

kept in contact with other women that enjoyed similar use of slaves via her

Internet connections. She was now in the process of exchanging pictures and

videos with her most intimate mistresses.

She was also continuing to increase her finances by selling some of the most

provocative pictures to Internet porn web sites. She was making hefty royalties

for these pictures of Carol in her daily bondage session and the videos of her

getting fucked and tortured.

She had already gotten requests from other women to use Carol and her daughter

for sexual trysts. She doubted Rachel would ever be given to another woman

besides herself, but Carol was another story. She was being offered quite a bit

of money for an evening with Carol to use her to the extent of their

depravations. Megan had to think about Rachel’s college funding. She knew Rachel

would have to enter a large University with an exceptional track program to get

the exposure and training to make it to the Olympics. If Rachel could not get a

scholarship, money would have to be used to get her in a respectable school.

How to get Rachel to consent to Carol’s usage by another mistress would have to

be thought out. Megan was sure that her daughter would follow most of her

commands, but the long-term resentment giving her slave to another was something

Megan wished to avoid. She would have to come up with some bargain to get

Rachel’s consent. The money these wealthy mistresses were offering for Carol was

too tempting. She had confided with the most promising candidates on Carol’s

upcoming production of tit milk. This caused the price and urgency to jump. It

was just a matter of time until the continuous hormone treatment and daily tit

sucking and stimulation got her jugs producing tit milk.

She looked forward to drinking Carol’s tit milk daily. She sat down and

completed an Email to a close mistress friend detailing Carol’s pussy piercing

and sent some pictures from last nights events. It wouldn’t be long now until

Carol was producing milk and the price of her company would make her a wealthy

woman. Could this demand for tit milking teens be turned into a continuing

enterprise? She would need more slaves to sell out. She pondered on the thought

of having a barn full of cow slaves being sold to wealthy mistresses, bringing

in enough money to make her comfortable for life as well as sending Rachel to

school.

This plan would depend on Carol’s productivity and her desirability to the many

mistresses she contacted. Time would tell. She might even start giving the

hormone treatment to Beth. Her jugs were large and she was only thirty-three

years old. Plenty of time to make her the subject of Megan’s newfound desire for

tit milk.

It was on the fourth day after Carol received her pussy rings that Rachel made

the discovery about Carol’s tits. She had just finished Carol’s afternoon trot.

She could now use Carol’s pussy rings as well as her tit rings. Weights had been

attached to Carol’s clit ring and had pulled brutally as she ran. Her pussy lips

had been spread using the rings and rawhide strips. The site of Carol’s groin as

Rachel viewed it from the seat on the cart was too enticing to neglect. She had

stopped twice and fucked her with the strap-on dildo as well as sitting on her

face during the rest time.

She let Carol tend to her business in the field and then washed her with the

hose and soapy sponges. She got as wet as Carol and they kissed and hugged

during these wash sessions. She was dearly in love with her slave. The ability

to command Carol and inflict whatever punishment was such a rush of power that

her pussy seemed constantly wet.

It was time for Carol’s afternoon bondage session, and she had a special idea

for today. The rings attached to Carol’s body and a new butt plug she had just

received would provide the connections for Carol’s first shocking experience.

The latest in Carol’s series of butt plugs had a special addition. Small metal

plates were attached to the curved surface at the end of the plug. These plates

would be deep in Carol’s ass and provide maximum pain. An electrical plug

allowed for a wire from a battery pack now part of Carol’s waist belt to attach

to the plug. The end of the butt plug had a small red button on the end that

when pushed sent a mass of current to the metal plates on the end of the plug.

Yesterday, prior to attaching the battery pack to Carol, Rachel had tested the

strength of the shock by touching the plates and pushing the button. She had

been so jarred that she dropped the plug and her fingers tingled for a minute.

What that would feel like deep in an ass, she could only shiver with

imagination.

Additionally, small attachments could be placed on each ring in Carol’s body

that would either send mild tingling sensations or be ratcheted up to painful

shocks. Today, Rachel would experiment with her slave and see the best way to

enjoy her new toys.

Carol was secured to the horse in a combination of massive rope restraints and

the rope pulleys spreading her body wide. She was placed on her belly, leaving

her pussy and ass open to Rachel’s attention. She knew her mother wanted to see

the results of the new harness she had bought, so she switched on the video

camera and aimed it at the bound teen.

Carol’s tits were pulled out on either side of the horse and the ring was used

to keep them fully extended. Rachel then blindfolded Carol as she wanted her to

be totally surprised when the first shock struck her. Once Carol was totally

secured, Rachel brought over a device that had a small dial and numerous

attached wires ending in clips. She began to attach each of these wires to

Carol’s rings and made sure the butt plug was deep in Carol’s ass.

She wanted to make this session a build up to the final butt shock and also to

give Carol pleasure throughout. She wanted her slave begging for sex even while

enduring the biting shocks. She started by slowly licking Carol’s bare open

pussy. Her clit ring still had a weight on it making it hang down a good inch.

It was now constantly stressed, even when she slept as were her nipples. Soon

this would make them stick out far even without weights. Permanent accessibility

was her goal.

The licking was causing Carol to buck back and mew in pleasure. Carol now

reached over and activated the wires attached to Carol’s nipple rings. She set

it on a low power that barely caused a nipping at Carol’s enlarged tit buds. At

first Carol was startled, but she soon found them only mildly annoying, or was

it sexually stimulating?

Rachel now strapped on the vibrating dildo and slowly began to fuck her slave.

She now began to activate the wires attached to her pussy lips. They would

strike randomly and Carol’s heat and bucking built. When Carol was getting close

to coming, Rachel hit the wire attached to Carol’s clit. The shock was strong

and caused the teen to jump in pain despite the sexual fire building in her

pussy.

Rachel began to slowly work the plug in and out Carol’s ass in rhythm with her

pussy fucking. She would adjust the shocks now to play on Carol’s building

orgasm. When she thought Carol was getting close, she would fire off a hard

shock to one or more of Carol’s rings. This caused Carol’s nervous system to

short out and she would have to work back up towards her orgasm.

Carol was moaning and begging. "Oh Rachel, what are you doing to me? Let me

come. I’m going to die if I don’t come soon. Stop the shocks, please." Carol

thought that this was the worst torture she could endure. She wanted to come so

bad that she was shaking her tits and clit weights to help build the sensations

that would drive her over the edge. When she was so close to coming that she

thought she would peak even with shocks to her tits or pussy, a massive eruption

of pain deep in her bowels totally fried her mind. She lost all ability to

consciously move her body. She just lay there until her mind began to register

the driving pleasure of the vibrating dildo pumping into her bloated pussy.

Rachel had only held down the button for a second to get this reaction from

Carol. She could not have been happier with her new ability to strike pain deep

in Carol at the push of a button. The new butt plug could also be activated by

radio control. Just imagining Carol’s flailing as she was shocked when no one

was near. The fear would be with her as long as she wore the plug. The new

harness and pussy rings would make sure the plug was deep in her ass all the

time.

Rachel continued for another thirty minutes the alternating shocks and fucking

bringing Carol to a mass of quivering flesh. When she thought Carol could not

take anymore, she let her climax over the top, just letting the rings nip at

random to heighten her orgasm. Carol was leaning forward and pulling on Carol’s

nipples, milking them backwards as she pumped quicker. As Carol seemed to be

climbing down from her pleasure, Carol’s body put enough pressure on the button

to set it off. It took about five seconds of shocking before Carol pulled back.

The pleasure that was seeping throughout Carol’s body flared to white hot as the

butt shock rocked her senses. It didn’t kill the pleasure, but built on her

sexual sensitivities to send her right into another orgasm so strong that she

literally spewed her pussy juice on Rachel’s legs. Rachel came hard from this

strong fucking and Carol’s obvious reaction to her torture.

Nothing could make her happier then when she let go of Carol’s nipples and stood

back up straight, her hands were damp with a clear fluid. At first she thought

she had opened the wound from Carol’s nipple rings. But then she licked her hand

and found the fluid sweet. She pulled out of Carol and went to kneel by Carol’s

right tit. No bleeding was evident, but her nipple was definitely wet. She bent

forward, removed the wire and weight and began to suck on Carol’s nipple. She

was rewarded in a moment by another taste of what now she knew was Carol’s milk.

The milk soon stopped even though she continued to suck as if she could not get

enough. The taste had been intoxicating, but for now Carol’s right tit was

empty.

Quickly moving to the left she again got only a mouthful of tit cream until

Carol’s nipple stopped flowing. It would be enough for now, but Rachel was sure

with tits the size of Carol’s, soon she would be able to suck to her fill. She

went and kissed Carol’s dry mouth. "Oh baby, you are now my milk machine. I

think the shocks made you come the hardest I’ve ever seen. You could not stop

shaking and creaming on me. That must have been what started your milk flowing.

How did it feel to give me milk?"

"I can’t describe it right now. Get me down, I’m so sore all over. Did you

really get milk out of my tits? How is that possible? I’m not pregnant."

"You would be amazed what being a slave will make your body do. For now, just

enjoy that I want you to be my milker. I will want to suck your tits dry from

now on. I can’t think of another way that we could be closer."

By now Carol was released from the horse and was being hugged in Rachel’s arms.

They just rocked together until Rachel slide the vibrator dildo back into Carol

and fucked her, sucking on Carol’s ripe tits. They both collapsed in bliss and

rested in the approaching shadows of dusk. Two teens, one totally in control of

the other, yet linked by a love few could describe.

Chapter Fourteen.

Megan was so pleased to hear that Carol’s tits had started to produce milk. She

was now sure her mixture of hormones and constant tit stimulation could make any

young woman’s tits start to milk. She also knew that the amount of milk a girl

produced was directly proportionate to the demand. The more a tit was sucked and

nursed, the more would be produced. "I will arrange a schedule so you, Beth or I

are getting the maximum milk out of our new slave. The more we take the more she

should produce. I think I will go and get one of those breast pumps that draws

the milk into a bottle. Wouldn’t be great to have your morning cereal soaked in

your slaves tit milk?"

"Oh mother, you think of the most exquisite things. I’ll make sure she is

brought to full production. You should come and taste her milk. It is sweet and

tasty."

"I’ll do that tonight, before we put her to bed. We will have Beth do the two

o’clock in the morning nursing. She can drink it tonight, but tomorrow Beth will

use the pump and get the milk for breakfast. I’m getting wet just thinking of

seeing those big tits squirt milk as she comes on my dildo."

"Beth come her and lick me, I need to come so bad." Beth crawled from her

kneeling position by the door to spend the next ten minutes servicing her

mistress in the long established sexual relationship they enjoyed. Beth was

given a mouth full of Megan’s cunt juice as a reward.

"You still are the best pussy eater, dear sister. I’ve trained you so well. Did

you hear your new task?" Beth nodded her head yes. "Good, tonight you can try to

get some milk from the teen, and tomorrow you will gather it for our use. I

trust you not to linger too long with the slave, as she needs her rest." Beth

nodded her assent and a small smile shone on her face.

"Don’t think I don’t know you have been taking pleasures from Rachel’s slave,

dear Beth. I can tell when you have been getting off without my help. I will

have to think up some sort of punishment that is appropriate for your

presumptuous use of Rachel’s slave without her permission. But for now you may

continue to enjoy small pleasures from the teen. She must come to see her place

as the lowest of our clan. Anxious to do everything we ask to gain our favor.

Having her at the mercy of another slave can only add to that feeling. Do you

agree, Rachel."

Rachel thought about what her mother was proposing and could not see any error

in her logic. She didn’t like sharing her slave, but she had to admit that

Carol’s desires for sex and acceptance to her slavery was well underway. She

would follow her mother’s advice. "I accept your wisdom, Mother. Beth can have

Carol lick her to orgasm when she is in charge of her training. She can also do

the late tit sucking as you suggested. In exchange, I expect to be able to take

certain liberties with her body as I desire. Is this agreeable?"

The sly smile that spread over Megan’s face expressed her agreement. "Of course,

mistresses sharing their slaves is one of the joys that keep us fresh and open

to new experiences. You may not have known this, but I occasionally loan Beth

out to certain trusted mistresses in exchange for the use of their toys or

sometimes monetary contributions. How do you think I was able to save up to buy

this farm? Beth has been a steady cash source for years."

Megan stopped there after planting the seed that slaves could be shared and used

to make money. She didn’t want to push Rachel yet to share her slave, but the

time would come soon.

"Why don’t you go feed Carol dinner and then go for your evening run. I think I

want to play with your slave tonight and come to enjoy her tit juice. You don’t

mind sharing with me do you?"

"Oh mother, you know that Carol is as much yours as mine. I may be her primary

mistress, but you still rule this house and I still love serving you." Rachel

caught up in the moment, stood and walked over to Megan. Megan looked fondly at

her daughter and rose to meet her in a strong hug. Megan reached for Rachel’s

chin and lifted it to her face. She bent and soon they were tied together in a

loving exchange.

"Oh mother, you are so beautiful. Could you please fuck me. I feel the need to

be yours to love."

Megan was overjoyed by this sign of Rachel’s continued dedication to her. "Beth

run and get the dildo harness. My daughter needs some love that only her mother

can provide."

Rachel had been brought to womanhood by her mother some years ago. She had grown

up seeing the mistress/slave relationship of Megan and Beth. It was only natural

that she desire to participate and experiment in their sexual relations. Rachel

had shared Megan’s bed many times as she grew up. Being held and stroked by her

mother was always a part of these times.

Rachel’s first sexual encounter with her mother came when she was eleven. She

had come upon Megan and Beth in bed together. Beth was between Megan’s legs and

was lovingly eating her to orgasm. The joy on Megan’s face was obvious. Rachel

wanted to be able to give her mother that kind of joy. She had quietly

approached the bed and stood watching. Her mother eventually noticed the budding

teen watching. She smiled and held her arms out for Rachel to join her. Beth

continued to lick and Megan brought Rachel’s head to lay on her breast.

Seeing her mother’s ripe nipple so close and inviting, she naturally began to

suck on it. This brought a sigh from her mother. Rachel became more aggressive

in her sucking and soon had both of her mother’s tits covered with her spit. She

then took a big step and pushed Beth out from between her mother’s legs and took

her place. Megan was concerned. "Do you really want to do what my slave does? If

you do, that means you are willing to submit to me sexually from this time on."

Smelling her mother’s intoxicating pussy scent and looking at her clean shaven

pussy, Rachel could only say "Yes."

From that time on, Rachel had been exposed to her mother’s world of bondage and

sexual slavery. It was her mother that had pierced her own daughter and laid the

rules of her existence. While Rachel now felt she was moving on in her own

growth as a mistress of Carol, she knew in her heart that she would always be

Megan’s slave. Not in the obvious way Beth was, but in a more loving devotional

way that only a mother and daughter could enjoy.

By the time Beth returned with the harness, Rachel’s face was wet from her

mother’s pussy juice. "Get on all fours and prepare to be fucked, my precious."

Megan wasted no time strapping on the dildo and driving deep into her daughter’s

ripe pussy. She had removed the clit chain from its attachment to her nipple

chain. It now hung heavily down between Rachel’s legs, pulling her clit out for

all to see. Megan began to fuck her daughter with hard smooth strokes. She

reached up and took hold of the nipple chain behind Rachel’s neck. She used this

as a kind of reins to spur her daughter’s rutting back to meet her thrusts. With

her other hand she used a riding crop to strike Rachel’s upturned ass cheeks.

Rachel was no stranger to the mixture of pain and sex. She totally enjoyed these

fuck sessions as they brought her back to her true role in life. She had to

admit that being used by her mother was as sexually stimulating as using Carol.

While she may be a mistress to others, she would always be Megan’s slave.

With deep moans, mother and daughter spent themselves bringing the other to

orgasm. They were soon a tight ball of arms and legs, kissing and fondling in

the afterglow of sex. Beth curled up next to them and was brought into the fold

of lesbian love. The evening came before they roused themselves to tend to poor

Carol.

Chapter Fifteen.

Carol had been tied spread eagle in her stall while Rachel went to dinner.

Rachel made sure that her pussy lips were tied wide and spread whenever she was

left alone. Her clit and nipples also were weighted to help make them grow.

Rachel wanted to make them always point and open for her pleasures. While the

pulling was annoying, she had gotten used to it by now. She quickly fell asleep

after her strenuous afternoon even with the distraction of the weights.

When Carol opened her eyes, she found it to be evening and her stall was totally

dark. She had been dreaming of Rachel licking her pussy and even now she felt

like her dream was real. She roused herself and now felt an erotic sizzling from

her crotch. Someone was licking her wide spread pussy and they were doing a very

good job. She could feel the long tongue licking all over her lips and deep into

her hole.

Since it was dark, she couldn’t make out who it was. "Rachel is that you. You

never licked me like that. It feels great."

The only sound that she heard in response was the straw being pawed and then a

deep growl. Carol froze with the realization that it wasn’t a person licking

her. It had to be King, Megan’s German Shepherd. She let out a yelp and started

yelling for King to get away. She bucked her hips as best she could in bondage,

but the frenzied dog would not leave her pussy alone.

Carol would have kept squirming and yelling but King got excited and started

nipping at her pussy. It really hurt and Carol lay still to keep from agitating

the dog. She must have been juicy from her afternoon loving with Rachel and King

had been attracted to it. He seemed to really like her flavor cause he kept his

muzzle and tongue working on her pussy. He kept hitting her weight tied to her

clit ring and this was driving her nuts.

Despite the depravity of having a dog between her legs, she couldn’t help the

slow rise of lust that his eager tongue was causing. She was already hot from

King’s licking while she slept and now her super sensitive pussy was crackling

for release. She writhed naked in a stall being brought to orgasm by a beast.

The whole degrading animalistic nature was still not enough to keep her from

coming. King kept up his licking and seemed content to lick her forever.

Carol was close to her second orgasm when King heard something that got his

attention. His head came up and his ears perked up. He listened for a second

then bolted out of the stall. Carol was left to hang so close to coming that she

couldn’t help calling for King to return. It took a few moments before Carol

realized the depths she was addicted to sex. She was willing to call for a dog

to get herself off.

She didn’t know if she would tell her mistresses about King’s visit. Her life

now was full of times of hardship and pain that any sexual pleasure was welcome.

She knew that unless she somehow broke out of this sexual and bondage cycle that

Rachel and Megan had forced on her, she would soon lose herself in the role of a

slave. Already she had came to enjoy the freedom from her parent’s neglect and

the understanding that she would not be faced with the ridicule and slurs of her

peers. Was this slavery so bad? She was more sexually alive than ever and the

changes to her body were bizarre and erotic.

She couldn’t believe that Rachel had gotten milk from her tits today. She had

been feeling her tits ache and swell for some time now, but she put that down to

the constant groping, pulling and beatings they endured. Now that they somehow

were producing milk she wondered where it all would lead.

Lying there in the dark contemplating her fate, she didn’t notice the approach

of Megan until her stall was fully opened and the light bathed her ripe bound

body. Megan stood tall and naked in the light. Hanging from her groin was the

dildo Carol had come to crave. "I can’t imagine a more intoxicating site than

this. You really are developing into a beautiful young slavegirl. You know I

still can’t believe how lucky we were that you just fell into our laps."

Megan was now moving to release her leg bonds and then came to sit straddling

Carol’s belly. She moved her hand over Carol’s face, arms and tits. She took the

two large tit rings and used them to pull her tits out to their full size. She

removed the nipple weights and replaced the ring for a small stud. She then

began to squeeze each tit like she was milking it. Applying pressure at the base

and then working up to the nipple. She lay down over the teen’s body and rubbed

her own tits over Carol’s monster tits.

She bent and kissed deeply of Carol’s lips. "Oh girl, I have such plans for you.

You’re going to make Rachel very happy. These milk tits will keep us satisfied

for years to come. Did you know that women sometimes nurse their babies up to

five years? Theoretically, as long as you are properly stimulated you will be

making milk as long as we milk you. And we plan to keep these babies squirting

for a long time."

By now she was licking Carol’s fat tits and was taking each nipple into her hot

mouth. She also moved her hips to grind the dildo up and down Carol’s wide

spread clit. She reached down and released the clit weight as it was getting in

the way. She moved up for another bout of French kisses and guided the dildo

deep into her slit in one long stroke. Carol moaned in lust. This was the first

time Megan had fucked her in the missionary position. She couldn’t help wrapping

her legs around Megan’s thighs as she fucked her.

"Oh mistress that feels so good. Fucking you is so sexy. Harder."

Megan loved the look of lust on Carol’s face. This teen was open to any sexual

encounter her mistresses decided to inflict on her. Now she had to get Carol to

equate milking with her sexual satisfaction. A good hard fucking while she

sucked away at her tits was Megan’s way to accomplish this task.

"Don’t worry little slave. I plan to keep having you fucked and sucked till that

is all you want to do. And you will also come to understand that you will endure

whatever pain and damage to this lovely body to get that pleasure. You’re

already addicted to this dildo, aren’t you?"

Carol didn’t want to believe what Megan was saying about her. But her recent

orgasms brought on by a dog and the thundering fire now churning in her pussy

made that denial lame. As Megan chewed on her nipples and sucked and milked

them, the hard driving dildo could not be denied. She crashed into her first

orgasm, bucking and gripping her legs even harder around Megan’s ass.

"That’s right slave, come for me. I think I got a little milk and I plan to fuck

you until I get a lot more." Megan was now sucking hard on her right nipple and

squeezing it up to get more into her mouth. Her hips didn’t stop there slow

grinding deep into Carol’ pussy pit. When Carol was getting close to her second

orgasm Megan reached under Carol’s ass and groped for the button on her butt

plug. She found it and with her lips tight around Carol’s nipple she pressed it

down for two seconds.

Carol let out a yell and her body arched up and went rigid. Megan even felt a

tingling in her mouth and then was rewarded for her hard sucking with a mouthful

of tit milk. She kept up her fucking and got about two more mouthfuls before

Carol’s right tit went dry. She slid up and kissed Carol letting some of the tit

milk leak back into Carol’s mouth.

"That’s what your milk tastes like, slave. Isn’t it so sweet and delicious? I

know I’m hooked on it. Do you like the taste?"

Carol was startled when the liquid entered her mouth during the kiss. She tasted

its flavor and found it tasted like sweet milk. To drink her own tit milk was

just too much for her. "Yes mistress, I like it."

"I’m sure you would. It will be a part of your existence now. You’re my cow girl

slave. Now for a little more. There must be some in your left tit."

Megan repeated the slow fucking and tit chewing on the left tit. Carol had

another orgasm and then one that seemed to go on forever when Megan hit the butt

shock. The warm tender feeling from her tit as Megan drank her tit milk as she

came could not be described.

When both her tits were sucked dry, Megan sat back and took off the dildo. She

scooted up and sat on Carol’s face and laid back over Carol in the classic

sixty-nine position. Carol tended to Megan’s inflamed pussy. Megan had come once

during the fucking and sucking but she still wanted more. As Carol’s tongue dug

into her pussy, Megan played with Carol’s clit ring. She pulled and twisted it

to see how big and how far she could get it. Carol’s pussy lips were now large

and seemed to be getting more so each day.

Megan was pleased at Rachel’s plan to alter Carol’s pussy to her tastes. Maybe

she would begin a special addition to Beth. With tonight’s erotic sex and the

new dimension of tit milking Carol, she had decided to begin Beth’s hormone

treatment tomorrow.

Her contemplation was interrupted by the building heat in her pussy. "Suck my

clit, slave. Harder, suck it in and chew on it. That’s good, oh yes, Yes." Megan

blasted a load of pussy juice on Carol’s nose that was now deep into her pussy.

She slowed her grinding and sat up. Carol’s whole face was covered with her

cream. "You are getting good at that. I’m sure it will be appreciated. You will

serve your mistresses well. That’s all for now. Beth will be in a few hours to

see if we can get more milk out of you. Are you thirsty?"

"Yes mistress, and I have to pee."

"I’ll have Beth come out in a few minutes to tend to your needs. We must keep

you fully hydrated if we want the maximum milk out of you. I think I will rig up

some kind of water trough for you to drink out of when you are here in the

stall. You won’t be able to do it laying on your back in bondage. We will have

to come up with another way to keep you here in the stall and yet meet our

desire to keep you under our control."

Megan gave Carol’s tits one more lick and squeeze and a kiss on the forehead

then left the stall. Carol was left to digest the full extent of what Megan had

just revealed about her upcoming fate. She had really enjoyed the feeling in her

tits when her milk had let down and Megan had sucked her dry. The fucking, even

with the shock was still making her pussy tingle. Being their milk machine would

be a small burden in exchange for that kind of attention.

It was a smiling teen that greeted Beth as she untied her to lead her outside

for her nightly business. King came bounding up and sniffed at her crotch. Beth

kicked at the inquisitive dog. "Get away, King. You’re not getting any of this

slave."

Carol almost told Beth about King’s new interest in her pussy, but couldn’t

bring herself to tell the tale. She went to bed looking down at her tits,

knowing that they would become very important to her worth to her mistresses.

Sleep came slow, as she listened to King pawing at the door of her stall. The

dog soon gave up and went to sleep.

"I guess I’ll be leading a dog’s live from now on."

Chapter Sixteen.

The next two weeks past by for Carol in a haze. She was now the families milk

source and her tits were really growing to show their usage. Beth had been

applying lanolin ointment to her nipples to keep them from cracking and becoming

sore from the constant demand. She was sucked regularly and Rachel was hooked on

the flavor. She often stopped her daily runs for a drink and even offered

Carol’s own tits up to her for a taste. Her tits were so large now that she

could bend her head and pull her own nipples up to drink her milk.

This was highly erotic and she got moist and usually fucked as this was going

on. Rachel was also being more demanding in her performance as her pony cart

slave. She measured out a quarter mile track and would time Carol’s ability to

pull her and the cart at the fastest time. For some reason Carol was interested

in making Carol a fast trotter.

"Come on slave, run you fat titted cow. How are you ever going to be competitive

if you pull at such a slow pace." At these sessions where Rachel was trying to

get the fastest time out of her, Rachel would be merciless with the whip. She

turned her ass and back bloody to get the most out of her slave. She would

always clean and tend the wounds she inflicted on Carol, but her brutality and

lack of caring that she was leaving permanent scars scared Carol.

She now knew that she was just a toy for these bizarre women to use and abuse.

Why she didn’t try to resist must have been some deep character flaw, or she

just could not bring herself to depart from the electrifying sex. Whatever the

turmoil that plagued Carol’s mental and physical existence, her life now that

she had been a slave for over a month was clearly established. She had been

naked now except for her bindings and harness for so long that wearing clothing

seemed unnatural. She was now so accustomed to crawling on her hands and knees,

that when she ran bent over as a pony cart slave, she had to adjust to the new

position.

Carol was no longer tied spread eagle in her stall each night. Megan had

arranged a clever and very effective way to keep her in her place and yet let

her be able to crawl around her stall to drink and relieve herself as needed.

She made some adjustments to the butt plug shocker that was a foolproof way to

keep the slave in her place. The plug had a new sensor attached that would

activate the shock either by remote control from a beeper-like device her

mistresses carried or would receive a constant signal if Carol went beyond a

certain perimeter. It was kind of like those invisible dog fences. If Carol when

outside her stall when a transmitter on the door was activated, she would get a

nerve shocking jolt until she went back to her stall. Megan also had the farm

rigged with a larger perimeter sensor grid that would keep Carol inside a

proscribed area of the farmhouse and barn except when she went for her trots.

Megan and Rachel had come up with a special way to keep the butt plug in so

Carol could not remove it and avoid the shocks. They tried straps from the waist

belt to the butt plug but that could be loosened over time or rubbed or cut. The

only way to be sure that the plug stayed in place was to attach it somehow to

the cheeks of Carol’s ass. This gave Megan and Rachel another opportunity to

mark and ring Carol for their pleasure and control.

When the special invisible fence and the stall transmitters had been installed,

Carol was brought out and secured to the bondage horse. Carol was now very

familiar with this bondage method and did not expect anything more than a hard

fuck or some other bondage episode.

Once she was secure, Megan came and stood over the teen slave. "Carol, Rachel

and I want to add another set of rings on your body. This will insure your

status as our slave and also allow you a bit of freedom to roam around the farm.

Do you accept this addition to your body freely?"

The question now was a formality, as Carol had long ago forgone any ability to

resist what her mistresses wished to do to her. "Yes mistress, I accept whatever

you want to do to my body. I am yours to command. I am you slave."

She knew that Megan liked her to state her position and show the proper

submissiveness at all times. She had no idea what was in store for her so she

waited in terror bound to the horse. Megan and Rachel then moved to her ass and

began to feel and pinch her butt cheeks. She could not see what they were doing,

but she had a sinking fear that her ass was going to be the object of this new

torture.

The next thing she felt was a section of her butt cheek being squeezed by some

kind of tool and then a burning pain as a needle was driven through her butt

flesh. Carol screamed from the pain but the needle was sharp and it was through

in a matter of seconds. A second pinching and piercing occurred on her opposite

butt cheek. The piercings has been in an up and down path. Once Megan was

satisfied with the positioning of the needles, she drew them out and slipped

two-inch diameter rings through the holes. They were the special self-locking

rings, just like those her nipples and pussy bore.

Once the rings were secured, they could be bent towards her asshole and attached

to the base of the butt plug by a lock. With the lock in place, the butt plug

could not be removed without tearing out the rings from Carol’s ass cheeks.

Since the rings were deep in the flesh of her ass, this was not something she

would dare to try even if she wanted to.

The butt plug now was a constant attachment to her person except when she was

allowed to do her business, and then her arms were bound and a leash was

attached.

Carol resolved herself to living within the bounds that her mistresses placed on

her. Carol learned the extent of her freedom by trial and error. She was now

allowed to roam free during certain times of the day when she was free from

exercises, chores, or bondage sessions. She would have to remain on her hands

and knees during these times, but at least she had some freedom to explore. She

could usually be found lying on the front porch with King waiting for her

mistresses next task or milking.

A special bondage attachment was placed on her during these times when she was

given some freedom to keep her on her hands and knees. A tight leather cuff was

placed just above her knees and a strong leather strand was attached to it. This

strand was threaded through her large tit ring and then attached to another

leather cuff attached just above her elbow. The length of the strand was just

enough to keep the arm and leg in position when she remained on her hands and

knees.

What this did was not allow her to stand without driving her elbow through her

chest via the tit ring. She could crawl by moving her left arm and leg forward

then her right arm and leg. To try and rise and walk would put her in an awkward

squatting position with her legs pulling down on the strand, smashing her arms

into her chest and ripping her tit rings out.

This was the state of Carol the milk tit pony cart slave after only a month of

Megan and Rachel’s constant pleasure and subjection. She knelt contentedly in

the afternoon sun waiting for Megan to take her for her afternoon trot. This had

been an unusual day because Rachel had left for three days to a track seminar at

a University in a neighboring city. Meagan had taken over her total training

during Rachel’s absence.

She almost didn’t know what to do when she saw a strange car drive up the long

access road to the farm. She rose to her knees and called to her mistress.

"Mistress, someone is coming, should I go to the barn or into the house?"

Megan came out, clad only in a leather vest and panties and looked at the

approaching car. "No slave, stay right where you are. This is a friend that will

not be concerned with your nakedness or condition. Lay down and stay there until

I call you.

Rachel had yet to endure being shown to others besides Megan’s clan. While she

knew that she had been filmed extensively for over a month in all her misery,

she now had to bring herself to stay meekly in place. How should she act with

anyone else besides Rachel, Megan or Beth? She would have to wait and see what

this new twist brought to her life.

Megan came down the steps and waited for the car to arrive in the yard. When it

stopped, Carol could see a woman driving. She waved to Megan and got out of the

car. When she did, a large dog came bounding out to run around the yard and

began playing with King. Megan walked up and hugged the new arrival. It was

obvious that these two were intimate with each other by the way they held each

other and talked.

"My dear Anna, It has been too long since we shared each other’s company. I miss

being with one so much like myself. How have you been?"

"Megan, you look beautiful as always. I am getting older, but hopefully not so

fast that I can’t still enjoy life. I just loved the videos you so kindly sent

me. I just love the idea of making a slave a milk cow. How did you think of it?"

"Oh, you know I always was talented in biology and physical training. I just put

that knowledge to use when our new toy fell into our hands. She has been

producing now for over two weeks and her volume is increasing each day. It

should level off soon, but by then she will be keeping us well supplied. She

enjoys her slavery and is most happy being our sex toy." Megan and the new

mistress Anna were now walking up the steps. Carol heard the last of their

conversation and had to agree in the bottom of her lusty heart that it was true.

"Slave, come over her and present yourself to Mistress Anna. She is a dear

friend of mine and you will obey her just as you do me. Is that understood?"

Carol rose to her hands and knees and began to crawl over to the pair of

mistresses. "Yes mistress, I am yours."

Mistress Anna was a striking woman. She stood just under six foot tall and she

carried herself as someone who was used to being served. She was a redhead and

had full firm breast and shapely ass and legs. She was wearing a loose blouse

that showed her braless breasts to all. Her short black leather shirt showed off

her feminine features quite well. Her dog bounded up the steps and began to

sniff and inspect Carol, who just froze at the dog’s attention.

"Strike, get away from the slave, she is not yours to play with. Go romp with

King." Mistress Anna, grabbed the dog’s collar and pushed the dog down the

steps. Then she stood over Carol and began a thorough inspection. She knelt down

and looked at the wide spread cunt and their rings. She felt-up Carol’s massive

tits and was gratified to see a small wetness at her nipples from her stroking.

She was curious about the butt rings and the plug.

"Megan, why did you have to lock the butt plug tail onto her with these rings?

Couldn’t a simple strap keep it in place?"

"This little slave has the run of the farm now due to that little butt plug. I

rigged it up with a very powerful electronic shocker that keeps this cow from

straying from the yard. I put one of those invisible fences up around the house

and yard so if she goes too far, she will be sent into agonizing pain deep in

her bowels. It has proven a very useful device in her control. I also have a

remote control that will activate the shock at my wish. It drives her crazy not

knowing when she will get a little zap. So we had to make sure she could not

remove the plug. We decided that ringing her butt deeply like you see would keep

her from pulling it out. She would have to rip those solid rings out of her

flesh to get it out, or find a hacksaw and cut the lock."

"Most ingenious. Does she know her limits around the farm? How do you get her

past the sensors when she goes for trots?"

"There is a master switch somewhere on the farm that turns of the net. I will

tell you where it is when we are alone. I have missed you so. Do you want to

come in for lunch and freshen up? I’m just dying to show you some of our slave’s

latest videos. They get me so hot. I think we can enjoy ourselves for a while

and catch up on things. Then I will let you have a trot with our slave and get

to know her."

Anna got up from admiring Carol and took Megan’s hand. They walked into the

house arm in arm. Megan called back, "Slave, go do your business and be ready in

the barn when Anna is ready to take you for a run."

Carol listened to the two go deeper into the house. She had not been inside it

since the night she faked her running away. She wondered when they would deem

her properly trained to become a house pet? For now she obeyed her mistress and

went to the back field and pissed. She then crawled back to the barn and decided

to get a good drink from the water trough that they had rigged up in her stall.

She was on her hands and knees drinking when she heard King and Strike come

running into the barn.

Carol thought nothing of it until she felt a cold wet nose on her cunt lips. She

swung her hips around, trying to keep her exposed pussy from the large beast.

The dogs had gotten a scent of her pussy juice which had been worked up from

Anna’s deep inspection strokes. They now became aroused and Carol noticed their

rapidly enlarging pricks. She kept trying to keep them away but with two of them

they seemed to be all over her. They began to nip at her back as they tried to

mount her and she felt their paws scrape her skin.

When King almost got a solid bit on her tit, she just knelt down and tried to

protect herself as best she could. Unfortunately for Carol, this left her behind

total open and Strike was the lucky one to jump on Carol’s back first. He rutted

into her pussy area for a few misguided strokes until he found her wide spread

hole and plunged in. His prick was not as large as the dildos that her

mistresses used on her, but it was big enough to slide deep into her pussy. She

let out a moan and tried again to get the dog off her back, but his paws were

wrapped tightly around her waist and he could not be shrugged off because

Carol’s harness would not let her reach around without ripping her tit rings

out.

She gave up her efforts after seeing her futility and lay quietly to hopefully

let the dog finish and get off. She felt so ashamed to be used by a dog, but how

else could the dogs view her but a bitch to be used. She crawled on all fours

and her pussy was always juicy. She felt the dog pounding into her well spread

pussy and couldn’t help begin to notice the spark of fire start in her clit as

it was rubbed by his hard fucking. The small tingle built quickly. Her super

sensitive pussy could not help coming alive no matter the source of the

attention.

A low moan came from Carol as her juices began to flow freely and she slowly

began to push back to meet Strikes fucking. A small voice in her head asked how

she could be enjoying this and calling her the lowest of names but it still

didn’t stop her from reaching an orgasm from being dog fucked. She was breaking

out in a sweat now and thought the dog would be done soon, but he just kept on

pumping. She cried out during her second come before he started fucking in what

felt like double his previous thrusting rate. She felt Strike squirt his sperm

deep in her pussy and this brought her orgasm over the top and it seemed to last

so long she thought she was going mad.

The limp dick of Strike slid out of her oozing pussy and he went and got a drink

from Carol’s water. She just lay there, face hidden in her arms from the shame

at being fucked and coming with a dog. She was just about to get up when King

hopped up on her back and spiked his dick deep in her drooling pussy with one

stroke. He must have wanted what Strike had just had and he held on tight to

Carol’s waist to get it.

Carol again tried to free herself but failed. Again she enduring a hard fucking

and came twice with King. When the dogs were done, they trotted out to find some

other fun. After some time, Carol came to her senses and went out and rubbed her

pussy on the grass to get as much off of her as she could. She couldn’t stand

the humiliation that telling her mistresses of this incident would cause her.

How do you tell someone that two dogs raped her and she came four times in the

process.

She crawled back into her stall and got the stall door closed enough to keep the

dogs out. She lay there waiting for Mistress Anna to come and begin her

afternoon workout. She already felt that she had a workout from the sex but she

knew that would not count to this new mistress. She hoped she was a kind

mistress and would not give her too much pain along with whatever loving she

wanted. It was a completely submissive teen slave that awaited her next session.

Chapter Seventeen.

Megan and Anna had a quite lunch served by Beth, where they caught up on what

was happening in their circle of mistresses. Anna seemed to know the entire dirt

on whose slaves were the best and where the next meetings would be to show off

exceptional slaves. She relayed the jealousy that had rippled through the

community at having come up with a way to get slaves to become milkers. Megan

had received many offers already to divulge her technique. As yet Megan had been

playing I’ve got a secret. She knew her little addition to slaves would make her

much profit in renting out her milker slaves and didn’t want to ruin the

novelty.

After lunch Megan explained the typical afternoon training of Carol and stated

some ground rules. Carol could be whipped and used sexually to Anna’s

contentment. Any permanent markings would not be allowed and if any did happen,

Anna would have to endure the same treatment. Anna understood the rules and was

now anxious to get her hands on Carol. Megan accepted Anna’s check for two

thousand dollars and sent her out. She instructed Beth to assist Anna in any way

she chose. Beth would also activate the hidden cameras she had placed throughout

the barn. These would capture all of the activity and could be used for later

sale or given to Mistresses as gifts. Megan then went back to her computer

system to see what other mistresses had taken up her offer to visit her farm.

Anna strode to the barn determined to get her money’s worth from this little

slave. She found Carol in her stall with the dogs pawing on the door. Anna had

Beth take the dogs outside and went in and kneeled beside the trembling teen.

She began to fondle Carol in all her intimate places. "Did those dogs scare you

my little bitch? I think you already know how they can use a little bitch slut

like you." She had found Carol’s oozing pussy and guessed they had been fucking

her.

"Do you like being fucked by dogs? Is that what you do when your not being used

by your mistress? I don’t think Mistress Megan knows about your little antics

with the dogs, does she?"

Carol was mortified. She had been found out at last that she was a dog fucker.

"No Mistress Anna, I have not told them about the dogs fucking me. I really

didn’t want it to happen but they started biting me and I had to stay still

while they used me. Please don’t tell Mistress Megan."

Anna thought she had a way to get a little more pleasure out of this slave by a

little blackmail. She would tell Megan anyway, but for now it would be fun to

see what Carol would endure to have her not tell her secret. "Well, if you

promise to be a good slave and follow my ever wish I’ll keep your secret."

Carol leaned into Anna and rubbed against her legs. "I’ll be your loving slave,

Mistress Anna. How can I please you?" Anna removed the restraints that kept

Carol on her knees and had her roll over on her back. She stood over the teen

and slowly removed her blouse and leather skirt. She stood naked and stared into

Carol’s eyes. Carol looked up at the marvelously sculpted body of Mistress Anna.

Not an ounce of fat and her pussy was clean, as was the norm for Mistresses.

Anna slowly sat on Carol’s belly and began to play with her tit rings. She bowed

her head and inspected the sturdiness of the rings and the size of Carol’s

engorged nipples. She was truly impressed with the length and fullness of the

nipples and used the studs in each to roughly pull them even longer. She was

rewarded for her efforts by a small squirt from Carol’s right nipple. "You must

be ready for milking my little toy. When was your last milking?"

"After breakfast, Mistress. Please suck them, I’m so full they hurt."

"We can’t have that, besides I can’t wait any longer to taste you." She bent her

mouth to Carol’s ripe right nipple and began to suckle. She was immediately

surprised by a steady stream of tit milk that tasted sweet. She continued to

drain Carol’s right tit for what seemed ten minutes then sat back. "Oh that was

so good. But I’m full for now so we’ll save your left tit for later." Carol gave

a mournful sigh and tried to put the fullness of her left tit out of her mind.

Anna was now sliding her body down Carol’s and was inspecting her pussy and her

wide spread ringed lips. Her clit was as large as the last two knuckles of

Anna’s pinky finger and stood out hard from the stud and weight that were

attached to it. Anna put the weight up on Carol’s mons and began to gently lick

Carol’s slit. Carol was already rising to sexual heat from the tit suckling and

now she quickly began to spill her cunt cream onto Anna’s tongue.

Anna was surprised by the responsiveness of this little slave and soon had Carol

close to coming. She stopped every so often to tease the bucking teen and

finally got up leaving Carol oh so close to release. Carol knew better than to

beg for orgasm, as this was a favorite torture that both Megan and Rachel

inflicted on her. Anna got a leash from a hook and attached it to Carol’s collar

ring. She was then forced to crawl out of her stall to her pony cart that Beth

had waiting. While Beth expertly secured Carol to the cart, Anna went to her car

and retrieved a small backpack, which she placed in the cart and stepped up into

the seat. "We’ll take a little run to see if you have the endurance your

mistress claims you have. I want maximum effort out of you or I’ll tell our

little secret." Carol could only nod her head as the bit in her mouth prevented

normal speech.

With a flick of the pony whip, Carol began to trot out of the yard and down the

path that would take her deep into the barn. Anna was a pro with the whip. She

quickly came to enjoy the steady movement of the cart as Carol pulled at a brisk

trot down the path. She would snap the sides of Carol’s tits every so often to

get a scream from the teen just to keep her amused. She loved how Carol’s pussy

was wide open from the rings on her lips and how the clit weight hung obscenely

down between her running legs. She knew that had to hurt and also cause constant

sexual stimulation. This creature was surely now a being of pain and pleasure

that could not separate the two. She doubted that this slave would ever again be

able to return to a normal domestic sex live. She was now a slave and would

remain so her whole life.

After about two miles of trotting, Carol was in need of a rest so Anna pulled

the cart into a clearing near a creek that had some tall elm trees along its

banks. Anna got down and stroked Carol like the good beast of burden she was.

"That was an excellent trot, slave. I love your tight thighs and strong butt.

You will be a prize show trotter by the end of the summer. But now I have other

plans for your body. You see, I love to inflict pain on tender young creatures,

like yourself and this remote spot will be just the place to practice my

passion."

Carol’s eyes begged for mercy but she knew that this mistress would soon have

her screaming no matter how hard she begged. Anna carefully released her from

the cart, but kept tight control over the slave by linking her arms behind her

back and a leash to her collar. She took Carol to a tree and tied the leash to a

branch. Then she went back to the cart to retrieve her backpack. She pulled some

rope out and tied the rope to the bound wristbands. She then threw the rope over

a branch and began to pull Carol’s arms up behind her back. This caused Carol to

bend at the waist, as the strain on her arms increased. Satisfied with Carol’s

agonizing position she tied off the rope and stepped close to fondle her

subject. By now Carol’s left tit was full to the bursting point could be seen

leaking. Anna took her finger and wet it from the dangling udder. She tasted the

sweet nectar. "You must be thirsty after that little trot, would you like

something to drink?

"Yes mistress," was all that came out of the strained voice of the bound teen.

Anna took the full left tit and raised it to Carol’s dangling head. Feeling her

own nipple brush against her lips, she opened her mouth and began suckling on

herself. This was not the first time, and she had come to enjoy this sensation.

The awkward position and not having the use of her hands caused the tit to fall

from her lips when Anna released her hold.

"Are you done drinking already? I would have thought you would have been

thirstier."

"I am Mistress, but the nipple slipped out of my mouth when I sucked."

Well, we’ll just have to come up with a way to keep that fat tit up at your lips

without using your hands. She went over to her backpack and removed a small pair

of pliers and brought them to Carol’s bound form. I think that we will add

another hole that will keep you from loosing that nipple. I’m going to pierce

the cartilage far up in your nose so no one will see it but you and I will know

its there. This is part of your payment for me keeping your secret. You will

tell no one, do you understand?

"Yes Mistress. I will tell no one."

"Good, I will now add a hole in you nose and add a ring to better handle you."

She took a good hold of Carol’s hair and held her head steady. She then brought

the pliers which had a sharp spike sticking out of one claw and an opening for

the spike in the other. She stuck the pliers up Carol’s nose about a half inch,

just out of sight and slowly brought the claws together. The sharp spike pierces

the nose cartilage in one agonizing stroke. Carol let out a scream that made

Anna moist. Carol tried to flail but Anna held her firm. She released the grip

on the pliers and dropped them, quickly taking a ring she had readied; she stuck

it up her nose and snapped it shut. The one-inch diameter ring flared out

Carol’s nostrils. Carol’s eyes were watering from the pain in her nose and she

stamped her feet in weakness.

Anna took a small clip and pulling Carol’s left tit up used it to secure Carol’s

large tit ring to the nose ring. Now Carol’s nipple stood up against her lips.

"There, now that fat tit won’t fall and you can suck to your heart’s content.

Drink up bitch, I have more plans for your body."

Anna went and found a strong stick about three feet long with large knobs and

Y-shaped branches on the ends. She used this to spread Carol’s legs wide using

her ankle rings. This caused even more stress on her arms as she was forced to

spread her legs. Now, her pussy was totally open and Anna began to play with her

nether lips. She added another weight to Carol’s clit ring and saw it sag

grossly downwards. She licked its long distended length and could see Carol’s

sexual reaction. She began to work her fingers into Carol’s spread pussy. She

twisted her hand left and right to force Carol’s pussy wide and squeeze her palm

into her cunt’s depths. Anna’s hands were not large and she quickly thrust her

hand deep into Carol’s gapping hole. Carol was now in an exquisite mixture of

pain and lust. Her arms were now screaming in pain from the continued pull of

the rope. Her nose still ached from the ring as it held the weight of her left

breast up to her lips. She couldn’t stop sucking and biting her nipple now that

it was right there at her lips. And now her pussy was being fucked by Anna’s

fist as she knelt and licked her clit.

Carol was awash in a sexual haze and came with a gushing discharge of cunt juice

on Anna’s arm. Anna loved to inflict this torment and her juices were flowing as

she felt Carol’s pussy spasm. She now noticed a red button on the butt plug that

she hadn’t seen until now. Wondering what it did she pressed it with her free

hand. Carol’s startled reaction and the tingling on her tongue as she was

licking Carol’s clit at the time brought a crazed smile to Anna’s face.

"I had forgot about your restraint plug. That must have hurt." She continued to

slowly grind her fist into Carol’s cervix, lick her pussy lips and clit and

zapped her bowels till Carol came twice. She slowly withdrew her hand and moved

to Carol’s head. He unclipped Carol’s tit from her nose and put her wet hand to

Carol’s lips. "Be a good girl and lick my hand clean." Carol still in a daze

opened her eyes and saw Anna’s dripping arm. She opened her mouth and began

licking it clean. Anna stuck her fingers into her mouth and Carol sucked them

off.

Anna was now ready to take Carol’s pain to a new level. She went to her backpack

and got her bullwhip. She stood to Carol’s side and began snapping the whip in

the air. Carol’s face looked over in fear at the first snap and began to beg.

"Please Mistress, please don’t use that. It will tear me to pieces. NOOO." Anna

brought her first stroke squarely against the side of Carol’s left tit. An angry

red welt rose immediately. Each of these strikes would leave a bruise for weeks

and Anna intended to decorate Carol’s body with dozens of these strips.

Crack, Crack, Crack. The strokes hit both tits, her ass, back, thighs and the

tender flesh next to her wide spread pussy. When Anna finally stopped. Carol’s

arms were near to being dislocated as she hung motionless in agony. Anna came

over released the rope holding Carol’s arms and she fell like a log to the dirt.

Anna rolled the stunned teen onto her back drawing a wail from the pain of

laying on her bruised ass and back. Anna straddled Carol’s face and sat heavily

on her mouth. "Lick it good bitch, or I’ll tie you up again and do this over

again." Carol quickly drove her tongue deep into Anna’s spread lips and soon was

bringing her to orgasm as Anna leaned back and played with Carol’s tits. She

took pleasure in settling totally over Carol’s nose and mouth, cutting off

Carol’s air supply. She loved the bucking and struggling this caused as Carol

tried to dislodge her from her throne. After coming twice from this game, Anna

got Carol up and dragged her to the stream. She made her lay down into the cool

water and clean herself.

"Don’t drink that water unless you want to get sick. Get up and come kneel."

When Carol trudged over and knelt before Anna, the leash was attached to her

nose ring. Carol was lead back to the clearing and tied spread eagle to the

ground. She had no idea what was to come but lying down was better then having

her arms pulled from their sockets. Carol then got a small squirt bottle and put

what looked like honey on her nipples, all over her pussy and generally dribbled

it on her legs and belly. She even stuck the bottle up her cunt and squirted a

bit deep into her hole. She then sat back and got a jar from her backpack.

Inside was a collection of beetles, biting ants and other gross insects.

Carol screamed in terror as Anna dumped the jar’s contents on her belly. She

shook trying to dislodge the bugs, but most stayed stuck in the honey. They

quickly spread over Carol’s writhing body and began to eat and bite. A

particularly large roach moved to her pussy and began to eat. It followed the

honey trail until only its back legs could be seen sticking out of Carol’s

pussy. Anna pulled Carol’s pussy rings wider and the bug disappeared. Ants

streamed over her nipples stinging as they ate. Carol’s screams were music to

the sadistic ears of Anna. She knew that the bites would itch for days and leave

angry marks all over her tender body. What they were doing to Carol’s mind was

even more twisted. Carol had always hated bugs and now to be their victim caused

something to snap in her brain. She kept twisting and crying, begging for

release. After the bugs had cleaned her body of the honey, which took a good

half-hour, Anna released her and instructed her to clean herself again in the

stream. She threw her a bar of soap and sat back and watched the teen run to the

water to rid her self of the bugs. She had to dig the bugs out of her pussy and

she still felt that she had missed some.

Anna called her back and fastened her to her cart. She took her whip and drove

the teen back to the barn at a relentless pace. She stopped a small distance

from the house and clipped the ring off of her nose. Now all one could see as

the damage to Carol’s body was the welts from the whip and the bug stings. What

cruel damage to Carol’s mind was deeper. Once back at the barn, Beth was waiting

and released Carol from the cart and led her to her stall and reattached her

restrains that kept her kneeling. Beth locked the stall door open and smiled as

the dogs began to sniff Carol’s pussy. Beth had replayed Carol’s confession to

Anna and now knew that Carol was a dog bitch. She would make sure the dogs had

constant access to this slave. It got her hot knowing what a total slut this new

slave was. It gave her a sense of superiority she had not felt in years. Anna

bid her farewells to Megan and taking her dog left the farm.

Carol was soon being pumped by King’s long cock. Her realization of her total

servitude to whoever her mistresses chose to lend her now gave her a new

hopelessness. What her body would look like when she was used up could only be

guessed. The damage done to her body would eventually leave permanent marks. She

now knew that no normal man would ever take her body after she was disfigured as

a total slave. What was left for her was a life of slavery to these mistresses.

She stopped thinking of anything long-term. Pleasure, humiliation and pain was

all that mattered. As her pussy heated up from the dogs thrusting, she settled

for this time of pleasure even if it was from a dog. Beth stood by and filmed

the scene. Megan would sell this for a good sum to the bestiality freaks she

knew.

Chapter Eighteen.

When Rachel returned from her track meet, she was furious at the condition of

her slave. She stormed at her mother about how Carol was her slave and that she

didn’t want her marked like she was now. This defiance to her mother lasted as

long as it took for Megan and Beth to strap Rachel down and give her a sound

trashing with a cat-o-nine tail whip. Carol could hear Rachel’s screams from the

barn. Rachel learned that while she was Carol’s mistress, Megan was still

Rachel’s mistress and thus had power over both. It was explained to Rachel that

selling Carol was needed to support Rachel’s education and athletic training. It

was a completely subdued Rachel, sporting bold red strips all over her body that

went out to take Carol for her morning training.

Rachel sat down in a stool and directed her slave’s head into her bald slit. As

Carol’s skillful tongue began to tantalize Rachel’s pussy, Rachel began to

outline the new ground rules as Megan had recently explained them to her at the

end of a whip. "From now on, you will be loaned out to other mistresses as my

mother feels is needed to supplement our income. You are extremely desired now

that you are fully trained and are my milker. I didn’t wish to share you, but

mother explained that we need the money to finance my education and training.

So, you will do this for me and I will love you more because you endure their

punishments to help me. Promise you will be good and not make any fuss when we

lend you out."

Carol had been listening while she licked and now raised her head and looked

fully into the eyes of Rachel. She had become so dependent on her for her care

and what loving she received. She looked at the marks decorating her athletic

build and didn’t want her to get in any more trouble with Megan. She nodded her

head and said, "I will do as you wish. You are my mistress and now my body

belongs to you to do as you wish. I love you and will go where you send me. Just

promise you will take me back whatever the condition I am in and nurse me."

Rachel smiled down at her slave and gently pulled her back to bringing her to

her morning orgasm. Carol’s routine went back to normal and she soon forgot

about being loaned out.

About two weeks later, when Carol was again away at a track meet, a paneled

truck pulled into the farm. A medium build woman about thirty years old opened

the side of the truck. Megan and the mystery woman talked for about five minutes

and an envelope was passed to Megan. Beth came and took her over to the truck.

She removed Carol’s harness that kept her on her hands and knees and took out

the butt plug. The woman then directed her to get into the truck. Carol looked

frightfully at Megan who nodded towards the truck. Seeing no way out and

remembering her promise to Rachel, Carol willingly got into the truck. The woman

then secured her to a mattress that was on the floor and soon the truck was

bouncing down the road.

The journey took some time and she fell asleep. She awoke when the truck’s

engine stopped. The woman released her from the mattress and gave her a raincoat

to put on. They were in some kind of garage basement and then went to a bank of

elevators. I must have been a big building because it had thirty floors. They

didn’t stop on any other floors on the way to their destination. When they got

to their floor, it seemed to be empty. She was lead to an office that had Dr.

Gail Black, OB/GYN on the door. She was taken into an examination room and told

to strip and get up on the table. It was a standard examination table with

stirrups. Once in position, the woman began to secure her to the table. Strong

restraints bound her arms, legs, torso and head giving her no latitude to move.

The woman took the adjustable stirrups and spread her legs to nearly 180

degrees. Her pussy and ass now hung over the table totally exposed.

Satisfied with her work, the woman then began to undress. She was quite pretty

and had a strong build. As she exposed portions of her body it became obvious

that she had been treated harshly by whoever owned her. Carol assumed that she

must be someone’s slave. She had rings in her nipples, and clit. What was most

scary, was the scars that could be seen on her back, ass, tits and thighs. Some

of the scars were inches long and must have been terribly painful until they

healed.

Carol tested her bindings and now came to realize she in the hands of a sadistic

mistress and had no way out. The other slave now began to assemble some tools

and set them up between her legs. The woman looked up at Carol and smiled

devilishly. "I have been told to remove all you pussy and ass hair for good. It

will hurt and you will never again grow back hair. Your mistress has gotten

tired of shaving you and has asked my mistress to have certain modification done

to you while you are our guest. This is but the first and least painful."

Now Carol knew why her mistresses had allowed her pussy hair to grow in the last

week. It gave this slave something to work on. This began a one-hour torture

where electrolysis was performed to Carol’s suffering whimpers. Once complete,

her armpits were also attacked and soon she was hairless there as well.

The slave then made a phone call and used a wash cloth to clean up Carol. She

took great care to arrange Carol to present a desirable picture. Carol soon

heard someone approach the room and saw the other slave kneel and face the door.

When the door opened, the slave bowed her head to the floor and stayed there.

The obvious mistress stood at the door and surveyed the room. She was about six

feet tall, had a beautiful figure and all in all presented a striking example of

power.

She gazed at the bound teen and appraised her as if Carol was a piece of meat.

Carol shivered under her stare. Finally satisfied with the display, she strode

to a closet and said, "Assist me to dress." Her slave jumped to her feet and

helped her mistress remove her street cloths and done a merry widow outfit that

accentuated her full bust and long legs. The slave pulled her hair back and

braided it into a ponytail. Once she was dressed in her sexy outfit, the

mistress returned to the examination table.

"My name is Mistress Gail. This is my slave Kitten. You are mine to use, as I

desire. I paid a large sum of money to experiment with you and now that I see

you in person I don’t think I will be disappointed. I see that Kitten has

already taken care of your hair. Your pussy is nice and red. I have wanted to

play with a lactating slave for years and now I have my chance. I will conduct a

few experiments on your tits and see just how you react. My little Kitten will

be in charge of monitoring you while I rest. We have all weekend here and I may

give the staff off on Monday as well. By the time I am finished we will have

determined you exact capacity and milk regeneration rate. This is not going to

be sexual in any way. I am a scientist and also a sadist. Whatever sexual

pleasure you may receive while you are here will be because you are a pain freak

and maybe what Kitten wants to do to you. Let’s begin."

"Even though we are the only ones here, we can’t have you making too much noise,

so we will but a gag on you." A large ball gag was soon holding her mouth wide

open but no sounds but moans could get past it.

"First we must see what is your present milk production quantity. To do this and

be sure that we get all your milk we will need a better method of removing your

milk then through your nipples. I will insert a catheter into your main milk

duct and this will allow rapid discharge of your milk. I will also be able to

work the catheter deep into your milk glands to get all your milk. Now let’s

insert those catheters into these magnificent tits. While Mistress Gail busied

herself preparing her tools, Kitten stood between Carol’s legs and began to play

with Carol’s pussy lips and clit. She started twisting her clit stud. Her

actions distracted Carol from Mistress Gail only until Gail returned with a

scalpel in hand. She took one of her nipples in hand and told Kitten to pull up

on the embedded ring. She cleaned the area with disinfectant.

She stabbed the scalpel deep just below the nipple and areola junction. Blood

and milk began to ooze out of the wound. Taking a swab, she cleaned the incision

and found the main milk duct. She took a special catheter tube and inserted it

deep into the duct. This tube had small holes along the length that would allow

for the entry of fluid as well as an opening on the end. Carol’s screams would

have been piercing if they were allowed to be heard. She had broken out into a

sweat and even Kitten’s fingers pumping her pussy could not distract the pain.

Once the tube was fully inserted, Mistress Gail used stitches to secure it in

place and closed the wound.

Satisfied with one tit, Mistress Gail repeated the procedure on the other. When

complete, two catheter tubes stuck out of Carol’s areolas. Milk already was

filling the tubes up to the clamped off end. Kitten’s playful fucking now began

to trigger Carol’s typical reaction. "Not so fast Kitten, we don’t want our

little lab rat to enjoy this too much. If you make her come before I command,

you will be punished." Kitten slowed her touching to keep Carol on edge but not

over the top.

"Now we will see how much you presently hold. Kitten, help me with the table."

Mistress Gail and Kitten adjusted some controls and Carol’s table flipped so she

now facing the floor. Her massive tits hanging down like the udders they were.

Kitten attached a capture bag to each catheter and opened the valve. Milk began

to flow into the bag. Gravity was working well and soon each bag was half full.

"Hum, about a liter each. Now let’s see if we can get the last drops out. Kitten

use the clamps please." Kitten got a series of plumbers ring clamps used to

tighten pipes. She opened them and started attaching them to Carol’s tits.

Beginning at the base where her tits meet her chest, she turned the screw that

tightened the clamp. Carol’s tits soon turned red from the pressure. The

pressure caused more milk to be squeezed from Carol’s abused boobs.

"Add the rest of the clamps but don’t tighten them until I tell you to. I want

her to feel the total effect of having her tits squeezed empty." Kitten worked

diligently and soon Carol had five one inch wide clamps circling each tit. At a

signal from her mistress, she began tightening each clamp working from the chest

out to the nipple. More milk filled the capture bag and Carol squirmed and cried

from the pressure on her inflated tits. When Kitten had finished tightening each

clamp to the maximum, Mistress Gail checked the total milk in each bag. "Much

better, let’s take a break and enjoy this delicious milk. Bring the cookies

Kitten."

Each woman clamped off the catheter and took a milk bag to a nearby table.

Kitten retrieved some cookies from a cupboard. They sat together and chatted,

drinking the still warm tit milk and dunking cookies. Carol still hung upside

down looking at the floor and her abused, clamped tits. She wished she never had

big tits and wondered how much more of this she could take.

Fifteen minutes later, Gail and Kitten had finished their snack, put the

remaining milk in a refrigerator and came back to their experiment. "Now we must

see the total capacity of these tits. We will use the catheters in reverse. Turn

the table back over and take off the clamps on her right tit." Carol was flipped

back over and Kitten started taking off the clamps. As the blood started flowing

back into Carol’s tit, the moans and groans grew louder. The marks left on

Carol’s tit where the clamps had bite into her skin left a decorative pattern.

"We will us a special mixture of saline and a mild irritant to test your tit

capacity. We will deliver the fluid into one tit at a time. This should be

interesting." Kitten brought over an IV stand from which she hung a massive bag

filled with a bluish fluid.

"I put a blue dye into the fluid so we can see how the fluid fills you up."

Kitten connected the catheter from her right tit to the hanging bag and looked

at her mistress for permission to start the flow. With a nod from Gail the fluid

began to flow. Carol’s tits were firm because of her youth and physical activity

so they didn’t sag much when she lay on her back. Now her tit began to fill and

it seemed to swell bigger and bigger, especially compared to her tightly clamped

left tit. When gravity finished its work, Carol had taken in over half the bag’s

contents. Her right tit felt like when she had missed many hours of nursing.

Mistress Gail was not finished yet.

"I think we can get more in there. I like how her tit is taking on a bluish

tinge." She went over to the bag and began to squeeze it, forcing more of the

fluid down the catheter. Carol squirmed in agony as her tit bloated out to

outrageous proportions. The pressure began to cause the bluish liquid to squirt

out her nipple in a high arch. "Oh look at that. We have a leak. Kitten, clamp

that nipple shut. Kitten quickly got a large surgical clamp and squeezed it

closed over Carol’s distended nipple. The flow stopped but Carol bucked in pain.

Mistress Gail clamped off the catheter so none of the fluid would flow back up

and began to feel Carol’s massive right tit.

"That must be uncomfortable having all that itchy fluid in your tit. But it

makes it look so attractive. So prominent. I bet your mistress would love to see

this. She might want you this large always. Maybe some implant or we could just

leave the catheters in your tits and let her fill you up when she wants to.

Let’s get some pictures of this Kitten, one clamped tit and one gusher."

Carol was moaning in constant pain now. The occasional caresses by Kitten went

unnoticed. The pain was too powerful. It felt as if her tit was about to

explode. It had taken on a distinct bluish color. What added to the pain was the

constant itching the irritant in the fluid caused. It was like a thousand ants

were inside her tit eating it alive.

‘Kitten, take a reading on how much we got in and then let’s do the same thing

to her left tit. I want some pictures of matching set of bloated knockers. Then

we will have some fun with this toy."

Kitten worked efficiently setting up another bag and releasing the clamps from

Carol’s left tit. Soon, the blue fluid was filling her left tit as full as her

right. They put a clamp on her nipple first so no fluid would escape. Carol was

close to passing out from the pain, but that would spoil Mistress Carol’s fun. A

stimulant was given to Carol by injection that kept her fully aware of her

punishments.

As Carol was subjected to her torture, Mistress Gail went and attached a massive

strap-on dildo to her crotch. She positioned herself between Carol’s widely

spread legs and began to push the dildo into her stretched pussy. Kitten had

positioned herself to the side of Carol and taken up a wicked cat-of-nine tails

whip. As her mistress slowly fucked their toy, Kitten began slashing the whip on

Carol’s engorged tits. Soon, stinging red marks could be seen on Carol’s blue

tits. Each whip brought new pain to tits already in agony.

Mistress Gail quickened her thrusts, each ramming into the bottom of Carol’s

teenage cunt. She pinched and pulled on her pussy lips and clit ring. Twisting

the ring and pulling it out to torment the teen. Despite the agony of her tits,

the fucking was making her pussy respond. How she could mix the pain and

pleasure to reach orgasm was unknown to Carol, but she soon gushed her pussy

juice down Gail’s fake dick.

"Now Kitten." Was all Mistress Gail said. Kitten knew what to do. She took the

clamps off Carol’s nipples and continued whipping. The blue fluid began a steady

stream from each tit. Arcing straight up. Kitten began using a riding crop on

Carol’s tits since it would push deeper into her tits and cause more of the

fluid to squirt out. The release of the fluid brought Carol’s orgasm to

staggering heights that seemed to last forever. Gail was now bucking deep into

Carol’s cunt making slapping noises from each thrust. Carol didn’t know how she

was able to stay conscious. The drug they gave her must be keeping her awake.

Mistress Gail now came to her own climax from the portions of the dildo trusting

into her own pussy. She stopped pumping and removed the harness, leaving the

dildo deep in Carol’s cunt. Kitten stopped her cropping and began licking

Carol’s agonized tits. The brutalized tits now were stripped with wounds from

the crop and whip. The catheters protruded from the areolas and they still had a

blue tinge from the fluid still in her tits.

"Turn her over and drain the fluid out. I am going to rest for a while. You may

use her as you wish Kitten, but I want her ready for more fun in an hour or

two." Mistress Gail left the room and Kitten turned the table over and started

the flow of the remaining fluid out of Carol’s tits. She sat next to the table

and vigorously squeezed each tit, milking the fluid out of her tits. When she

felt she got most of the fluid out, she turn Carol over and repeated the painful

filling of her tits with saline to flush out the blue fluid.

Another draining process and Carol’s tits seemed back to normal. The itching had

stopped and the fluid drained out was a milky color from her own production.

Kitten tilted the table so Carol’s head was lowered to crotch level. Kitten

straddled Carol’s face and lowered her dripping pussy onto Carol’s talented

tongue. A few pinches to Carol’s tits brought Carol’s attention to pleasing

Kitten’s urges. She rutted heavily on Carol’s face and sat so heavily that Carol

was having trouble breathing. This did not stop Kitten from using Carol to reach

two orgasms before tiring of standing on weak knees and sat down to rest.

Carol lay there with her face covered with Kitten’s juices. Her tits aching from

the recent whipping. She had to pee and begged to be released to answer natures

call.

"Please let me go to the bathroom, I really need to go."

"Don’t worry we will take care of your bodily functions right here in this

chair. I can’t release you until my mistress says so. I think an enema and

another treatment will take care of your needs."

Kitten went to a cabinet and returned between Carol’s spread legs. Carol could

not see what Kitten was doing but she soon felt Kitten licking her pussy and

spreading her lips even wider then her present rings provided. She jumped when

she felt a slick intrusion up her pee tube. Kitten was catheterizing Carol’s

bladder. The tube slide up her urethra and lodged in her bladder. Kitten used a

small syringe to inflate a reservoir that kept the catheter from sliding out.

The catheter’s clamp was released and Carol’s piss filled a bag hanging from the

table. She had no control of the process and was soon empty. Kitten pressed down

on her abdomen and some more pee drained into the bag.

"There that’s empty now lets tend to your butthole. A big girl like you should

take a full two-quart enema. That will clean you out."

Kitten hummed as she prepared the tubes and prepared the enema bag. She used a

strong detergent and hot water. Tilting the table even more so the enema fluid

would flow deep into Carol’s bowels and intestines. She worked the tube deep up

Carol’s ass with little difficulty, given Carol’s conditioning with butt plugs.

When the valve was opened, Carol groaned as the hot water filled her guts.

Kitten massaged Carol’s belly to work the fluid deep. When the enema bag gurgled

empty, Carol’s belly was horribly distended. She looked six months pregnant and

was clearly in intense pain.

Kitten slowly pulled the tube out and quickly jammed a large butt plug in

Carol’s ass to keep the fluid from being released. She went around to Carol’s

face and kissed the tortured teens moaning mouth. She enjoyed watching the teen

beg for release.

"One more little stress to your system and then you can empty yourself, my pet."

Kitten took a bottle of saline out of the refrigerator and attached it to

Carol’s bladder catheter. "We need to clean this cavity out too. I hope you

enjoy the contrast of the hot enema and cold flushing. Let me know how it

feels."

Kitten opened the catheter valve and squeezed the cold liquid up into Carol’s

bladder. There was already pressure on her bladder from the enema and this added

pressure made Carol feel like she was ready to pop. The cold was excruciating

and soon had Carol racked with cramps. When the bottle was empty. Kitten clamped

off the catheter and stood back to admire her handiwork.

Carol was a study in pain. Her whole lower body was bloated beyond the painful

to the damaging point. Taking the dildo and pumping it into Carol’s pussy got

Kitten hot. She strapped the dildo on and began to pump with brutal quickness.

She stroked Carol’s fat belly and squeezed Carol’s tits. She brought the clamped

catheters from Carol’s tits up to her lips and began to suck her tit juice like

a straw. The lewdness of it all was too much for Kitten and she came with a load

moan.

Taking the dildo out, she tilted the table bringing Carol’s head once again up

and her butt down. Positioning a large catch bag under Carol’s ass, she pulled

the butt plug out and released the clamp on her bladder catheter. The

simultaneous expulsions of fluids sounded gross and the smell was foul. But the

release on Carol’s face was obvious. She seemed to crap for hours and felt

totally empty when the last of the fluid drained out. Kitten gave Carol’s bottom

another quick enema with only a small amount of water to be sure all the crap

was out and then cleaned her up. She used air freshener and soon Carol was back

to her normal body shape. She felt terribly hungry and asked Kitten for some

food.

"Mistress will feed you when she returns. Until then if you want you can drink

my piss. I would love that since I have to drink my mistresses often. No one has

ever drunk mine. Let’s do it."

"That’s OK, I will wait if you don’t mind."

"I do mind. If you don’t do as I ask, I will repeat the enema process."

That threat was enough to get Carol to agree. Soon Carol was guzzling Kitten’s

piss direct from the source. It was this scene that greeted Mistress Gail as she

returned to the examination room.

"I see you are enjoying yourself, Kitten. Has our little toy been pleasing you

while I rested?

"Yes, Mistress. I cleaned her out front and back and installed a bladder

catheter. She is ready for your next experiment."

"I’ve been thinking, what can we do that will leave a lasting impression on this

little slut but not be visible to her own mistress? The only thing I came up

with was a little interior examination followed by some additional jewelry.

Prepare her for a vaginal exploration. I want a clear view right up to her

cervix."

Carol had never had a full cervical exam since she only lost her hymen this

summer. The thought of something stretching her pussy wide enough so Mistress

Gail could look up that far made her shiver. Kitten brought over a stainless

steel device that she later found out was a speculum. It had two scoop type arms

that could be ratcheted open to stretch the pussy open as desired. This speculum

was exceptionally large and Carol let out a deep moan when Kitten inserted the

device deep into her well-lubed pussy.

Kitten stood aside and Mistress Gail sat down on a stool between Carol’s legs.

Gail leaned forward and gave Carol’s clit a little lick. "Hmm, You taste

marvelous for someone so abused. It must be all those vitamins and exercise

Mistress Megan insists on. Now let’s see your pretty pussy up close."

Gail began to slowly ratchet open the speculum. She would occasionally give the

distressed teen’s pussy a loving lick or squeeze as the arms began to form a

cavern for Gail to peer up Carol’s pussy hole. She put a lamp on her head and

bent down to look deep. "You have a lovely pretty and pink pussy. Just like a

young woman of your training should have. I see a normal cervix with only slight

inflammation from your recent sexual excesses. I think we will add a little

permanent insignia of your slavery that only we will know of. It will be our

little secret. Since I have already contracted with Megan for regular use of you

it would not be prudent on your part to tell her of our additions. Your

punishment will be extreme and you would not leave without permanent

disfiguration. Do we understand each other?"

Carol nodded her head after considering the pain she had endured already and

thought what more this sadistic bitch could think up, given her expertise in

medical training.

"Good, we understand each other. I am going to brand your pussy deep in your

sheath, right at the top. Only the deepest dildo will hit this spot. I am also

going to add a pretty stainless steel ring at the top of your pussy. It will

then be used to keep what dildos I desire to tease you with inside without any

straps. Let’s begin. I’m getting hot just thinking of seeing you marked. I’m

going to use a dermal laser to brand my mark in your pussy. I’m curious what

your reaction will be when you feel the burning deep in your gut."

Kitten handed Gail the hand-held laser and bent to her task. "Kitten, lay over

her waist to keep her from squirming. I don’t want to mess up my masterpiece."

She used short bursts of the laser to scribe ‘Cow’ on the back wall of Carol’s

cunt. She felt like she was being scorched from the inside out. As much as she

tried to buck, Kitten’s weigh held her down.

"There, get the camera and take a picture of this. I think I will sell this for

a good price on the net. When we add the ring, she will be even more appetizing.

Carol’s head was limp from the pain. She was oblivious to the next part of her

treatment until she felt the sharp piercing of her pussy deep up her hole. Gail

had taken a clamp to pull a portion of her back pussy wall out and then pushed a

sharp probe through the flesh. She quickly pushed the steel ring through the

hole, snapped it shut and then dabbed the wound with a swab.

A lovely one-inch diameter ring was now buried deep in her pussy. The wound

still stung, as did the laser burns. Why Mistress Gail would want to put her

mark where no one but her could see eluded Carol’s reasoning.

"By the time you come back to us, that ring will have healed so we can use it to

hold whatever we desire. Remember, if you tell anyone about this I will use that

ring to pull you pussy out from the roots. So don’t cross me, little toy."

"Kitten. I have other engagements to attend to. I want you to accurately measure

my toy’s output. Keep her well hydrated and feed her the protein mixture

Mistress Megan provided. By the end of the weekend, I want a scientific

assessment of her production capacity."

The next two days were a mixture of constant tit manipulation and Kitten using

her as her personal sex toy. Carol came to enjoy the constant sexual stimulation

Kitten seemed to demand for herself and inflict on Carol’s ripe body. She would

occasionally whip her and even used sterile needles to pierce Carol’s tits and

cunt lips.

Mistress Gail would stride in throughout the weekend, inflict some torture and

then leave Carol to Kitten’s pleasure. By the time, Carol was released from her

chair, her legs were cramped an unable to support her. She was half carried back

to the van and fell quickly asleep for the drive to the farm. The catheter’s

remained in her tits. Mistress Gail had called Megan and they had agreed to keep

the catheters in for a while.

It was a totally spent teen slave that was deposited back into her stall after

her weekend with Mistress Gail. How many more of these outings Carol could take

was yet to be seen. She was young and Mistress Megan had a large amount of money

yet to raise.

Chapter Nineteen.

The next morning Megan and Beth came to rouse the teen slave. She was so tired

from her weekend outing, it took a bucket of cold water to bring her fully to

her senses. Carol quickly jumped up and sputtered, "That was mean."

"Now don’t be rude to your mistress little girl or we can have you rented out to

much harsher Mistresses. Get back on your hands and knees like you belong and we

will reattach you harness and stockings. You must have missed them. How was your

outing? I see no permanent markings that time won’t fade. I must admit they did

a wonderful job on your tits. Come her I want to try the new catheters."

Carol crawled over to Mistress Megan and sat back on her heels. Megan bent down

and released the clamp on one of her tit catheters. She was rewarded with a

fountain of tit milk that she quickly began to suck from the tube. The amount

Megan was able to suck from the catheter was greater and quicker then when she

sucked Carol’s nipple. She was able to drink her fill and even caused some pain

when she sucked hard to get the last drop.

"Oh, I like these catheters. They will give us hours of pleasure and I see they

can be used to give you a little pain if needed. Beth, come and empty her other

tit. I know you missed her milk all weekend."

Beth drank her fill also and sucked especially hard at the end. You could almost

see Carol’s tit cave in from the suction she caused to her tit’s inner walls.

"I have a new and improved butt plug to put in you, dear. I think we need to

expand that tight asshole so we can use it with no hesitation. We have been

using progressively larger plugs and are almost satisfied with your hole’s

access. Beth, bring her to the horse and bind her well. I think she will need

firm handling to get her new plug past her ass’ sphincter muscle."

Beth took great pleasure in binding the teen using her harness and rings to the

leather horse. Her ass was fully exposed and ready to be subjected to her new

plug. Megan brought it over from the workbench and showed it to the slave.

Carol’s face went white and she protested, "Oh Mistress, please not one so big.

It will split me in half. I will never be able to pull the cart with something

that big in me. Please, no."

The new plug was at least three inches in diameter and was nine inches long. The

same ring at the end would prevent it from fully entering her asshole, and it

had the attachments for the electronic apparatus to keep Carol under control.

The plug was flexible and would bend with the shape of Carol’s bowels, but the

sheer size was very intimidating.

"I love it when you beg. But it will do you no good. You will learn to run with

this and bigger plugs stuck deep in you ass. I want it so your ass depends on

having this plug in."

Carol didn’t understand how her ass would eventually depend on having a plug in

all the time. It would be weeks yet of constantly stressing and breaking down

her sphincter muscle before she understood her final predicament of slavery.

Megan moved to Carol’s ass and bent to the task of driving the plug home. She

used Carol’s own cunt juice to lubricate the tool by driving in into her cunt

for a while, almost bringing the teen to orgasm. Once it was well lubed, she

began to press it into the teen’s ass. Her muscles resisted, but the full weight

of Megan pressing soon stove Carol’s asshole in and the plug began to fill

Carol’s ass. It took another ten minutes of pumping and pushing until only the

end of the plug stuck out of Carol’s ass. Megan attached Carol’s butt rings to

the plug and locked it in place. She attached the electrical wires to the plug

and stood back to examine her work. Carol was a sweating heap that was moaning

at the large intrusion in her ass.

Megan took the remote control device from a pocket and pressed the button to

test the new device. Carol’s body seemed to go rigid as she held the button

down. Satisfied with the devices electrical shock control mechanism, Megan

released the button and strode away giving directions to Beth over her shoulder.

"Clean her up and put her in her stall for now. Then bring in the tape of this

little training exercise."

Beth got a bucket of soapy water and cleaned the bound teen. She then made sure

the restraints were attacked to keep the teen on her hands and knees and put her

in her stall. She saw King in the yard and called for him. The dog came running

and once he saw his favorite bitch was back began to lick her cunt. Carol was

ashamed at her response to the long tongue on her sex, but could not stop the

dog. Soon the big dog was pumping his dick deep into her pussy as the Beth

looked on.

"That’s how I think you should look all the time. Nothing but a dog fucker. I

think I will ask Mistress to buy a few more big male dogs for the farm. That

way, you can have dogs fucking you all the time." Beth left the orgasming teen

in her stall and was laughing all the way to the house. Carol could not help

coming on King’s dick and was sorry when he spilled his come and pulled out. He

licked her pussy a few times than ran out into the yard.

Carol could crawl with the new plug in her, but when she tried to rise a little

she was met with deep cramps. It looked like she was going to have to stay bent

at the waist from now on. She crawled out to the front porch and laid down

waiting for what was next on her Mistresses agenda of humiliation.