Cowgirl

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. Your 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."