COW GIRL

By TopCat

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 poach swing racking her mind on how to open this relationship. The answer came naturally as she notice the blonde and another women 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 women 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 here 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 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 women 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 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 reveled 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 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 women. 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 latter 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 live 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 messaged 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 mummeries. 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 parent 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 women. 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 women 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 women 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 women 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 live. 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 women, it would sure make her present live 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 though 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 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 women. 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 latter. 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 live from then on revolved around Megan’s. She did love Megan and being her sex slave was her live 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 wipe 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 women 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 women 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 though 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 women."

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 latter. 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 cheery 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 cheery. 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 tongues 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 gapping. 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.