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.