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.
Cow Girl by TopCat – 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.