Once she was secure, Megan came and stood over the teen slave. “Carol, Rachel and I want to add another set of rings on your body. This will insure your status as our slave and also allow you a bit of freedom to roam around the farm. Do you accept this addition to your body freely?”
The question now was a formality, as Carol had long ago forgone any ability to resist what her mistresses wished to do to her. “Yes mistress, I accept whatever you want to do to my body. I am yours to command. I am you slave.”
She knew that Megan liked her to state her position and show the proper submissiveness at all times. She had no idea what was in store for her so she waited in terror bound to the horse. Megan and Rachel then moved to her ass and began to feel and pinch her butt cheeks. She could not see what they were doing, but she had a sinking fear that her ass was going to be the object of this new torture.
The next thing she felt was a section of her butt cheek being squeezed by some kind of tool and then a burning pain as a needle was driven through her butt flesh. Carol screamed from the pain but the needle was sharp and it was through in a matter of seconds. A second pinching and piercing occurred on her opposite butt cheek. The piercings has been in an up and down path. Once Megan was satisfied with the positioning of the needles, she drew them out and slipped two-inch diameter rings through the holes. They were the special self-locking rings, just like those her nipples and pussy bore.
Once the rings were secured, they could be bent towards her asshole and attached to the base of the butt plug by a lock. With the lock in place, the butt plug could not be removed without tearing out the rings from Carol’s ass cheeks. Since the rings were deep in the flesh of her ass, this was not something she would dare to try even if she wanted to.
The butt plug now was a constant attachment to her person except when she was allowed to do her business, and then her arms were bound and a leash was attached.
Carol resolved herself to living within the bounds that her mistresses placed on her. Carol learned the extent of her freedom by trial and error. She was now allowed to roam free during certain times of the day when she was free from exercises, chores, or bondage sessions. She would have to remain on her hands and knees during these times, but at least she had some freedom to explore. She could usually be found lying on the front porch with King waiting for her mistresses next task or milking.
A special bondage attachment was placed on her during these times when she was given some freedom to keep her on her hands and knees. A tight leather cuff was placed just above her knees and a strong leather strand was attached to it. This strand was threaded through her large tit ring and then attached to another leather cuff attached just above her elbow. The length of the strand was just enough to keep the arm and leg in position when she remained on her hands and knees.
What this did was not allow her to stand without driving her elbow through her chest via the tit ring. She could crawl by moving her left arm and leg forward then her right arm and leg. To try and rise and walk would put her in an awkward squatting position with her legs pulling down on the strand, smashing her arms into her chest and ripping her tit rings out.
This was the state of Carol the milk tit pony cart slave after only a month of Megan and Rachel’s constant pleasure and subjection. She knelt contentedly in the afternoon sun waiting for Megan to take her for her afternoon trot. This had been an unusual day because Rachel had left for three days to a track seminar at a University in a neighboring city. Meagan had taken over her total training during Rachel’s absence.
She almost didn’t know what to do when she saw a strange car drive up the long access road to the farm. She rose to her knees and called to her mistress. “Mistress, someone is coming, should I go to the barn or into the house?”
Megan came out, clad only in a leather vest and panties and looked at the approaching car. “No slave, stay right where you are. This is a friend that will not be concerned with your nakedness or condition. Lay down and stay there until I call you.
Rachel had yet to endure being shown to others besides Megan’s clan. While she knew that she had been filmed extensively for over a month in all her misery, she now had to bring herself to stay meekly in place. How should she act with anyone else besides Rachel, Megan or Beth? She would have to wait and see what this new twist brought to her life.
Megan came down the steps and waited for the car to arrive in the yard. When it stopped, Carol could see a women driving. She waved to Megan and got out of the car. When she did, a large dog came bounding out to run around the yard and began playing with King. Megan walked up and hugged the new arrival. It was obvious that these two were intimate with each other by the way they held each other and talked.
“My dear Anna, It has been too long since we shared each other’s company. I miss being with one so much like myself. How have you been?”
“Megan, you look beautiful as always. I am getting older, but hopefully not so fast that I can’t still enjoy life. I just loved the videos you so kindly sent me. I just love the idea of making a slave a milk cow. How did you think of it?”
“Oh, you know I always was talented in biology and physical training. I just put that knowledge to use when our new toy fell into our hands. She has been producing now for over two weeks and her volume is increasing each day. It should level off soon, but by then she will be keeping us well supplied. She enjoys her slavery and is most happy being our sex toy.” Megan and the new mistress Anna were now walking up the steps. Carol heard the last of their conversation and had to agree in the bottom of her lusty heart that it was true.
“Slave, come over her and present yourself to Mistress Anna. She is a dear friend of mine and you will obey her just as you do me. Is that understood?”
Carol rose to her hands and knees and began to crawl over to the pair of mistresses. “Yes mistress, I am yours.”
Mistress Anna was a striking women. She stood just under six foot tall and she carried herself as someone who was used to being served. She was a redhead and had full firm breast and shapely ass and legs. She was wearing a loose blouse that showed her braless breasts to all. Her short black leather shirt showed off her feminine features quite well. Her dog bounded up the steps and began to sniff and inspect Carol, who just froze at the dog’s attention.
“Strike, get away from the slave, she is not yours to play with. Go romp with King.” Mistress Anna, grabbed the dog’s collar and pushed the dog down the steps. Then she stood over Carol and began a thorough inspection. She knelt down and looked at the wide spread cunt and their rings. She felt-up Carol’s massive tits and was gratified to see a small wetness at her nipples from her stroking. She was curious about the butt rings and the plug.