A Long Walk

Chapter One: Beth Captured

Although Beth had been raised on a farm, she had been a spoilt and rather lazy child. He parents worked hard to ensure that she was comfortable, even though they weren't particularly wealthy. As a result of her parent's pampering, Beth was overweight, but only slightly. She was definitely full-figured though. Her ass was wonderfully rounded, and her thighs were broad and soft, as was her pale belly. She spent most of her time indoors, and as a result, her skin was white and smooth, particularly around her large, full breasts. Because she was young, her breasts were firm, despite their size. In fact, her breasts were perfect, firm enough to be attractive, yet large enough to be easily manipulated. Her aureoles were large and pale pink, forming a nice combination with her white skin, and her upper body was completed by her nipples, which sat small and hard in the center of each breast. Her tits were also incredibly sensitive, something she knew from her frequent masturbation sessions. Her favourite technique was to use one hand to stroke her tits and play with her nipples, while using the other to finger her pussy. So far, masturbation, and a few clumsy groping sessions with a boy from her local high school had been her only sexual experiences, and Beth was hoping the college would provide more opportunities.

Besides masturbation, the only other physical activity Beth enjoyed was walking. She used to walk to school when she had attended the school in the center of town, and now that she had graduated she spent a lot of time walking in the shadier parts of her parents' farm. As a result of this, her legs were large, but toned, rather than muscular. Although she didn't know it, she had a wonderful, plump pussy, with full, heavy lips. Unfortunately, she kept them hidden behind a thick bush of red-brown hair. Her neglect of her pussy was her only lapse in grooming though, and she kept the rest of her body smooth and soft. She also looked after her face. She had light red hair which she kept in a simple ponytail, pale pouting lips, blue-green eyes and a down-turned nose; pretty, but not exceptional features.

Beth's summer holiday, her last before college, had been dull so far. Her walks around her farm had become increasingly routine, and so she decided to begin exploring the woods around her house for more exiting walks. Her farm lay on the border of an old forest, and she could see the start of several paths from her bedroom window. One morning, with the sun already baking, she set out. She was dressed in a light blue tank top with a picture of a sunflower printed over her tits, and a small pair of khaki shorts. She didn't wear panties, but had to wear a bra to support her huge tits as she walked. She planned to walk through the old forest, until she came out the other side, then follow the road back to town. However, she had no idea of the length of the path and soon ran out of water. She tried to turn back, but lost her bearings and spent two hours wandering aimlessly through the forest. Her bare shoulders were crisscrossed with scratches from the low branches, and her body was slick with sweat as she plunged further into the woods. Eventually, exhausted and scared, she sank back against a boulder on the side of the path and passed out.

She was woken by a hand pinching her flesh. She felt strong fingers gather a thick section of skin from where her belly was exposed between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her top. The fingers pinched her painfully, but their owner seemed satisfied with what he felt. "She'll do well, got just the right body," the owner of the finger said. Beth assumed that he was talking to someone else, although she was still too weak to raise her head and look. The man who was examining her also stood out of her sight, but Beth felt his fingers touching her again, this time slipping under the sodden waistband of her shorts and brushing to top of her pubic hair. "We'll have to do something about this though," he said, softly this time, so only Beth could hear it. "Come on cow, time to get moving." His voice was hard and business-like, and Beth was afraid to disobey, but she felt too weak to move. She pawed the ground meekly and tried to ask for water, but her tongue was so swollen and her throat so dry that the only sound that came out was a ragged grunt.

Her overseer was displeased by her laziness. His hand was still lodged down the front of her shorts, and with a short sharp movement of his fingers, he plucked a bunch of pussy-hairs from the edge of her cunt. Beth twitched violently in response to the pain. It had woken her slightly, and she was able to look up at her abuser for the first time.

Beth's wide, fearful eyes met the man's cold flat ones. "Stand up," he said simply, and once again his voice made Beth want to obey. This time, her desire to obey was combined with memory of the painful consequences of failing to do so. Unsteadily, she climbed to her feet. "Very good cow," she heard the man's voice clearly, although she could hardly stand up straight, "Now remove your shirt." Beth was on the verge of collapsing, yet the command seemed so forceful that she obeyed without even realizing. Her hands began to slide the hem of her shirt up over her smooth round belly. It was only when she reached the underside of her large white bra that she regained her self-control. She quickly covered herself, and stared at the ground. "Cow," the man said, and Beth instinctively looked up at him fast enough to catch a faint smile on his lips, "You were given an order." He stood in front of her, and she looked at the ground again. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow orders?" he asked, his hand brushing the outside of her shorts, over her pussy. "Please give me some water," Beth managed to croak, but the hand caressing her crotch suddenly slid between her thighs a captured her pussy-lips in a strong pinch.

Beth's body went ridged again. The man then loosened his grip, but kept a light hold on her lips. He noticed that her crotch was damp. It was mostly sweat, but some of the moisture was caused by Beth's arousal. She would be a better choice than expected. "Take off your shirt," he said again. This time, Beth was fully conscious as she lifted her shirt over her shoulders and dropped it onto the ground. "Now your bra" he said. Beth opened her mouth to protest, remained silent when she felt the man's grip on her pussy tighten slightly. Instead of protesting, she slowly reached back to unclip her bra, an action made difficult by her unsteadiness and size. She was so unsteady that she had difficulty keeping her balance as she slid the straps from her shoulders, and her breasts jiggled deliciously as she fought to remain upright.

Eventually, she got free from the garment and dropped it next to her shirt. Her breasts hung ripely before her overseer, and it was so hot that they were already covered with a light sheen of sweat. She was too humiliated and scared to look at the man, yet she was unable to see the ground past her tits. Beth stood in the hot sun, her arms crossed over her stomach, staring at her huge, oily globes. She felt terrified, mainly because she was so aroused.

The man was also admiring her body, and was evidently pleased with her. "Good cow," he spoke as he lightly caressed one of her nipples, and Beth's face burned with shame as she felt the bud become erect beneath his fingers. The man smiled briefly at her involuntary arousal, before viciously twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was almost as bad as the pain in her pussy earlier, and Beth yelped and tried to cover her tits with her arms. As she raised her arms however, the man placed his other hand firmly against her pussy. His left hand remained holding her teat, and by now the mere touch of his hands reminded Beth of the consequences of disobedience.

Beth dropped her hands to her side, allowing the man an unrestricted view of her impressive assets. The hand that had been tormenting her nipple traced faint circles around her aureole, causing more moisture to seep from her pussy, before sliding underneath her breast and lifting it upwards. The man cupped her other breast with the hand that had been resting between her thighs. He looked clinical as he balanced her breasts lightly on his palms, testing their weight. The slight movement of his hands caused her tit-flesh to wobble, and her cheeks to turn a deeper shade of red.

The man concluded his inspection with a final painful tweak of her nipples. He made some notes in a black notebook before measuring Beth's thighs and waist with a tape measure. Beth had always been self-conscious of her stomach, because it was large and round and hung slightly over the waistband of her shorts, and the man smiled as he took her measurements. "Don't worry cow, you'll be burning this off soon enough," he said as he fondled her belly." He then inspected her teeth, which were strong and healthy, and her eyes, which were also fine. He made some final notes in his book, before kneeling and reaching into the pack her had brought with him.

When he stood up, Beth almost fainted for the second time that day. This time, however, her faintness was caused by shock, and her shock was caused by seeing the objects that the man removed from his pack. There were two sets of manacles, slightly different from each other. The smaller set consisted of a steel collar, with wrist cuffs attached to either side by short lengths of chain. The collar would force the wearer to stand with her hands almost locked behind her head, and her elbows jutting forward. It was also studded with a variety of smaller loops, to which more chains or other devices could be attached. The second set consisted of a pair of ankle cuffs linked by about a foot of chain. There was a larger collar for her waist, and the ankle cuffs were connected to the waist-collar by another short length of length of chain, so that the wearer would be forced to take small shuffling steps when she walked.

Beth was unable to take her eyes off the chains, but was also unable to think clearly through her fear. She watched numbly as the man locked her chubby ankles into the cuffs. He tested the restraints to make sure they were locked securely, then rose and fastened the larger collar around her waist. Despite its size, the collar was slightly too small for her ample waist, causing her stomach to bulge obscenely over its edges. The man stepped back to admire his work so far, then stepped forward and roughly yanked the chain linking Beth's waist and ankle cuffs, causing her to stumble forward. Quickly, he moved behind her and fastened the smaller collar around her neck. Beth was still off balance, and she felt his rough hand slip around her waist and cradle her soft belly as he held her upright. His fingers stroked the edge of her waist-shackle, lingering on the bulging flesh that spilled over its sides. "Wrists," the man commanded while still standing behind her, and Beth, whose body seemed to be responding automatically to his commands, weakly raised both of her wrists. She felt each one being cuffed to the side of her collar, and heard her overseer whisper "Good cow" in her ear. Then, because she had been a good cow this time, her obedience was rewarded by the man running his hands up her stomach until he was once again cradling her tits. This time, however, instead of weighing them, he supported them lightly with his palms while slowly stroking her nipples and aureoles with his thumbs. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body as the man skillfully manipulated her erect teats. Lost in her pleasure, she tried to grind her ass against the man's crotch, but he stepped neatly aside. Beth lost her balance and sat down heavily, her breasts heaving with arousal and her faced streaked with sweat.

Her arousal left her feeling even more dazed than she had before. She was exhausted, practically immobile, and looked up at the man with a mixture of shame, fear and longing. The position of her arms pushed her breasts together, so that it looked as if she were offering them to her overseer. Perhaps she was, in the hope that they would receive more of the pleasuring they had just had, but the man seemed to have had his fun for now. The business-like tone returned and he ordered her to stand. This she managed with great difficulty, and even then only after the man had given her waist-chain a sharp tug upwards. "A bit slow, but you'll improve soon enough. Now walk." He commanded. Beth, although terrified, honestly believed that she could walk no further without water. "Please," she croaked, the first words she had spoken since the man began punishing her, "I need some water." The man walked over to his pack. He didn't look angry, but Beth could tell from his expression that it had been a mistake to speak. He knelt over his bag and once again removed two objects. The first was hidden from Beth's view, but the second one gave her hope, it being a small black flask. The man stood in front of her and raised the flask. She though he was going to pour the water down her throat, and eagerly opened her mouth. The man smiled, before producing the object actually intended for her mouth. It was a steel ring-gag, with a black leather strap that fastened with a tiny lock. Before Beth realized what was happening, he had slipped the ring into her mouth and locked the straps behind her head.

Beth's eyes widened when she realized what had happened, and she began to struggle violently against her restraints. Because her hands were cuffed to her neck, she was able to reach behind her head and grab at the clasp for the gag. However, the clasp could not be opened without the key, and the man watched with amusement as Beth tried in vain to free herself. Her mouth, forced open by the gag, was a perfect circle of shock, and tears begun to stream from her eyes as she realized that she was unable to close her mouth, or even speak. Her voice was reduced to a gurgling whimper, and she could feel saliva beginning to collect on her lower lip. She stared pathetically at her overseer, her eyes begging him to remove the gag, but the man's face was cold. "If you don't learn some manners soon, cow, I shall be forced to teach you" he said simply. Then he wet his hand from the flask and splashed some water over Beth's hot, damp face. Beth stuck her tongue through the gag and managed to collect a few drops. They were salty, from being mixed with her sweat, but she was unable to swallow because of the gag. Then she lowered her red eyes to the ground once again and stood, awaiting her next order.

The man placed his hand between her shoulders and gently pushed her forward. Beth stumbled a few steps ahead of the man, and stopped. As soon as she did so, she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her lower back. Glancing back at the man, she saw that he was holding a small leather whip, about three feet long. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the whip snaking towards Beth's exposed flesh where it licked her lower back with a short, sharp snap. The pain was intense, and Beth turned away from it and began to stumble blindly through the woods, with her overseer following close behind. Her progress was difficult because of her leg shackles, and she was unable to keep her exposed flesh from being scratched by the vegetation but she was driven on by occasional flicks from the whip and eventually made it to a resting spot. She was panting heavily through her gag, and the saliva that had been collecting on her lower lip had begun to run over her lip and down her chin. She was allowed only a few seconds rest before being forced onwards, and she crashed forwards through the forest, tormented by pain and fatigue.

Chapter Two: Beth Makes Camp

She was unsure how long she had been walking for. She was aware of the man behind her, forcing her on mercilessly, and of the pain coursing throughout her body, but that was about all. Eventually, after what had seemed to her like days, she came upon a small clearing in the woods, where a campsite was set up. "Stop cow" she heard the man say at her shoulder, and she was so grateful to hear those words that she nearly collapsed with pleasure. By now, however, she knew better than to do something like sit down without permission, and so she stood, dazed and exhausted at the edge of the camp. Despite her pleasure at being allowed to rest, she still felt disgusting. Her spit was dripping down her chin and over the top of her tits, slipping warmly between her cleavage. Her shorts were almost wet through, and her hair was lank and sticking to her back. She was also so thirsty that she would probably have risked asking for water again, had she been able to speak. Then she saw people emerging from the tents at the site. The man who had captured her led her towards the figures. She could see only men, and although a couple of them glanced briefly at her tits, on the whole none of them seemed particularly surprised to see a plump, sweating, half-naked girl being lead into their camp in chains.

Her overseer greeted the other men briefly. "That was quick man," one of them said, "Good work. This order will be filled in no time." "It was easy," the man replied, "all you need to do is find the right girl." He looked at Beth. "This one's going to be worthwhile, I can feel it." Beth noticed that the other men, there were about five in total, were also looking at her. She was too embarrassed to return their looks, and stood with her eyes downcast. "Jesus, already submissive," said one of the men, "I was hoping we'd get to have some fun training her before delivery." His words left Beth cold, but her overseer's answer was even more terrifying. "Don't worry, we will. She's submissive, but she's also a spoilt lazy cow who needs to learn some manners. Isn't that right cow?" He asked Beth. She knew the right answer to this question, and nodded slowly, her eyes still downcast and her cheeks burning red again. "For example," the man continued, "She doesn't know how to ask for water properly." He moved over to Beth and removed her gag. Her jaws were stiff, but she gratefully closed her mouth and swallowed the saliva that had been running down her chin. The man continued to remove her shackles until she could once again move freely. She had been walking for so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like, and despite her embarrassment, she slowly stretched out her arms. "Show us your tits, cow." The man commanded, and Beth reluctantly let her arms drop to her sides. "No cow," the man said, twirling the gag around one of his fingers, "I said show them to us." The sight of the gag in his hand sent a wave of fear through Beth's legs. Wearing that device had been the most torturous experience of her life, and she would do anything to avoid it. Remembering her earlier examination, she gathered her tits in her palms and cupped them, holding them up to her captors. One of the men stepped forwards and tweaked her left nipple gently, causing her to shiver slightly from pleasure. He then stepped back and expressed his approval to her overseer.

"What about her pussy?" One of the men asked, and Beth jumped. When she was captured, she had briefly wondered why she had been allowed to keep her shorts on. The fact that she was not fully naked had been a faint source of hope for her, and now she felt that hope draining away. "I don't know," said her overseer, "I haven't used it yet. Why don't you show it to us cow?" He asked, and Beth felt tears seep from her eyes for the second time that day. However, by now she knew better than to refuse, or even to cry, and so fought back her tears as she slowly unbuttoned her shorts. Unsteadily, she slid them down her hips, exposing her full bush for the first time. "We're going to have to do something about that hair," one of the men said, and her overseer agreed. Beth's whole body seemed to burn with shame as she dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. She didn't know what to do with her arms, and so let them hang limply by her sides as she stood before the five men, naked and humiliated.

Her overseer frowned, and flicked her nipple sharply with his whip. Beth screamed and jumped back, surprised by the intense pain, far sharper than anything she had felt so far. She grabbed at her tit, before remembering what would happen if she tried to cover herself. Quickly, she let her arms drop again. "I said show us your pussy, cow," said the man. Suddenly, Beth realized what he meant by "show." She usually lay naked on her bed while she masturbated, but out here there was only hard, sandy ground. Slowly, she sank into a sitting position and spread her legs, offering her captors a full view of her hairy cunt. She was sobbing lightly now, and left her head bowed in the hope that no one would see the tears running down her cheeks. The men were talking softly among themselves, and, since she had not been given permission to stand, she waited at their feet, head bowed, pussy exposed.

Chapter 3: Beth Takes a Drink

When the men had finished their discussion, the once again looked down at Beth. She risked a glance upwards, and noticed that her overseer was drinking deeply from the black flask that she had seen earlier. He noticed Beth watching him and looked down cruelly at her. "Still thirsty cow?" he asked and Beth mutely nodded her head. The man, evidently displeased by her response, reached between her widely spread legs and pinched her labia viciously. Beth's face distorted with pain, although she was unable to move away from his grasp. "You've already learned not to speak unless spoken to," he hissed, maintaining his grip on her pussy, "Now you've got to learn the correct response to a question. When you are asked something, you will answer clearly, unless you are gagged, and you will address whoever you are answering as 'Master.' Understand?" "Yes Master," Beth managed to whimper through her clenched teeth. The man twisted his fingers sharply and a wail of pain escaped her throat. "I told you to answer clearly cow, now do you understand?" "Yes Master," Beth said, louder this time. She was in so much pain that it almost came out as a yelp, but it obviously satisfied her overseer, who released his hold on her. Without thinking, Beth moved her hand to massage the abused area of her cunt, causing a smile to play across the man's lips. "Are you horny cow?" He asked Beth.

Actually, she was. The man knew this, having felt her juices when he pinched her cunt, but to Beth, her arousal came as a huge surprise. Certainly, this was not the scenario she fantasized about while she lay on her bed and masturbated, but now, even the man's mocking question caused her clit to swell uncomfortably. Beth looked up at the man, her look a mixture of shame and longing. The man smiled down at her and spoke gently. "Okay cow, I give you permission to finger yourself." Beth could not believe the obscene display that she was given these men, but the throbbing in her cunt was now so intense that she needed an orgasm more desperately than she needed water. Also, she knew from the man's tone of voice the being given permission was the same as being given an order. Slowly, she slipped her right hand between her legs and began to gently rub the upper part of her pussy. At the same time, she used her left hand to massage her breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging lightly on her nipples. As the pleasure from her tits began to flow through her body, she moved her right hand deeper into her pussy, using her index finger to apply firm pressure to her clit. Her body began to convulse, and she ground her ass into the dirt as she closed her eyes as she skillfully manipulated herself. She then slid her left hand off of her tits and onto her pussy, using middle finger to trace small circles around her clit while she penetrated herself with her other hand. She parted her lips with her outer fingers and slid her index and ring fingers deep into her cunt. The constant pressure on her clit had become almost unbearable, and with a final deep thrust of her right hand, she came, moaning loudly and panting heavily.

As soon as she had come, she felt the energy drain from her body. She remained sitting where she was, her hands resting between her thighs, her head slumped against her chest. From far away, she felt a strong hand cradle her head and pour some cold clear liquid down her throat. "Good cow," She heard a familiar voice say, "You had a long day. Rest now." Gratefully, she accepted her final command. "Yes Master," she heard herself say, as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Chapter Four: Beth's Grooming

Beth awoke naked on the hard ground. It took her a few seconds to recall what had happened to her, and she shuddered as the events of the day came flooding back, particularly when she recalled finger-fucking herself to orgasm in front of five strangers. She tried to stand only to realize that she was in chains again. This time, however, the chain running from her ankle cuffs had been shortened and attached to the collar around her neck, and her wrists had been shackled to her ankles. She managed to struggle into a sitting position, but she was unable to close her legs or lift her head from almost between her knees. The rough ground scraped her pussy whenever she tried to get more comfortable, and so she found that her best choice was to sit still and wait for her first order of the morning. She was able to move her head slightly, and so was able to get some idea of her surroundings. She was sitting in a makeshift pen, about six feet by four feet. The walls of the pen consisted of strong logs, bound together and driven deep into the ground. The walls were about four feet high and some sort of net had been placed over the top of the pen and fastened to the logs. Looking around further, she noticed another figure in the pen. She struggled closer, scraping her pussy uncomfortably on the ground, until she could see that it was a girl whom she recognized from her high school. Beth knew that her name was Leah, and that she had been a cheerleader during their senior year, but other than that, she was merely another pretty face that Beth recognized from the halls. She was also naked, with her ankles bound tightly together and her arms tied behind her back, a position that offered a wonderful view of her small, pert tits. She had large, rosy, pointed nipples turned slightly upwards and a slim, athletic figure, although she was slightly shorter than Beth. She had sharp, pretty features that were softened slightly by her large brown eyes, and her pussy, although neater than Beth's had a wide strip of dark hair running over her lips.

Leah was still unconscious, and lay on her side, curled into a ball. Beth was too afraid to try to talk to her, and so she sat mutely staring at the beautiful girl bound naked before her. She shuddered as she noticed the red marks that adorned Leah's breasts and thighs, remembering all too well her own brief encounter with the whip. She was still staring at t Leah's body when she heard a voice behind her. "Morning cow," her overseer said as he unlocked the door to the pen and removed the net from the top of it. "I see you've met our other pet." The man's words rang coldly in Beth's ears. She was beginning to feel like an animal, sitting at her overseer's feet, dirty, naked and humiliated. "I'm sure you'll get to know each other soon enough, but now its time for grooming. Come along cow, we've got a busy day today." The man said as he began to unlock her chains. Beth's legs were stiff and sore from her unexpected exercise yesterday, and she gratefully stretched out as the man removed her ankle restraints and freed her wrists. He left her collar in place though, and gave a sharp tug on the chain that had been connecting her collar to her ankle cuffs. "Come cow," he said, and Beth began to rise to her feet. Her overseer however, pulled down hard on the chain that was now functioning as a leash, causing Beth to topple over. She fell flat on her stomach, her breasts trapped painfully beneath her. "First lesson of the day: cows don't walk. From now on, you will crawl on all fours wherever you go, unless otherwise instructed. Is that clear cow?" He asked. "Y-yes Master" Beth stuttered. She couldn't believe how quickly she was being reduced to a dumb, obedient animal. What shocked her even more though, was how her body responded to the treatment. She could feel herself getting wet as she struggled onto her knees and waited for her master's instructions.

He began to walk ahead, holding her collar, and Beth was forced to scramble to keep up with him. The hard ground grazed her knees, but, what was even worse was that her huge tits hung so low that, unless she kept her arms perfectly straight as she crawled, her teats would drag along the ground. She tried as hard as she could to keep her breasts elevated, but she was not particularly fit, and was forced to endure some painful scratches and scrapes as the man lead her towards the river. Her nipples were red and swollen by the time they stopped walking, and the man reached down and casually twisted one between his fingers. His other hand fondled her other breast and for the second time that day Beth felt moisture begin to seep from her cunt. The man continued to massage her tits until Beth's breathing became shallow and ragged, at which point he abruptly withdrew his hands. Despite her shame, Beth looked up at the man through a haze of arousal, her eyes silently begging him to continue. The man, however, had other plans for the morning. "You didn't drink much yesterday, so I know your bladder isn't particularly full. However, if you do need to relieve yourself, you will ask permission at all times. If permission is given, you will relieve yourself in full view of whoever allowed you to do so. You will either squat, or raise you leg against a tree, depending on your Master's preference. I know the second option isn't particularly cow-like, but it will offer a lovely view of your cunt." Although Beth could hardly believe what she was hearing, she didn't dare make a sound. She was glad that she didn't have to pee just yet, although she knew she couldn't fight nature forever. "Now cow," the man said as he led Beth over to a large flat rock that lay on the edge of the river, "Its time do clean up that pussy of yours. I hate it when my view is obstructed by hair. Lie flat on the rock and spread your legs." Beth struggled onto the rock and exposed herself. She lay with her ass on the edge of the rock, her feet flat on the ground and her knees wide. She knew what was coming, and could only hope that it would be over quickly. At school, while showering after gym, she recalled seeing some of her classmates with bald pussies. She also recalled overhearing how it increased sensitivity, leaving the girls in an almost constant state of arousal. Personally, Beth had always thought that there was something slightly degrading about it. Now however, she had no choice.

The man lent over her and Beth could see him fitting a black leather cuff over her left ankle. An identical cuff was fitted over her right. Beth thought that she was going to be chained to the rock, but instead, the man removed a black metal bar from his pack and attached it securely to her ankle cuffs, forcing her legs apart further. The bar was about three feet long, and Beth's muscles strained as it held her legs wide. Her wrists were once again shackled to her ankles, this time by short lengths of chain. The chains were so short that Beth was forced to keep her arms fully extended. She tried to ease the tension by bending her knees, but her overseer kept a firm grip on her spreader-bar, forcing her to remain stretched uncomfortably on the rock. The man then slipped a rubber cushion beneath her substantial ass, lifting her hips and exposing her pussy further. Beads of sweat began to form along her inner thighs as she strained against her harsh bondage, and the man smiled as he saw her discomfort. Using a scissors, he began to trim some of the longer strands of hair from her pussy. After about five minutes, all that remained of her once full bush was a triangle of itchy stubble. The man moved around and cradled her head, allowing Beth a full view of her almost-shorn cunt. "Take a good look cow," he said, "this is the last time you'll see hair on your pussy." Beth closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what the man had done to her, but she heard the man's voice rise angrily. "I told you to look, cow. You've just disobeyed and order." Terrified, Beth opened her eyes wide and stared at her naked slit. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't realize…" she blubbered, but the man cut her off. "Speaking without permission. That's another infraction." The man sighed with mock disappointment. "And here I though you were learning so well. You'll receive your punishment later though," he said as he released her head. Beth however, couldn't take her eyes off her pussy, and they widened in fear as she saw the man produce a silver straight-razor and kneel between her legs. He placed the razor on her stomach, and squirted a generous amount of shaving foam into his palm. "This is special foam, only used on disobedient cows" the man said. Beth had no idea what he meant, but she didn't like the sound of it. "You'll know what I mean soon enough." He said with a cruel smile as he began to massage the foam into her cunt.

Beth quivered as she felt his strong fingers against her tender cunt-flesh. The man rubbed her for about ten minutes, and Beth began to squirm as she felt her arousal growing. In increasing desperation, she tried bucked her hips, trying to force her clit against her overseer's hand. Her overseer, however, had much experience in manipulating the female body, and always kept the pressure just too light, leaving Beth hovering on the brink of orgasm and whimpering with frustration. Eventually, he removed his hand and began to shave her. She saw the razor scrape over her mons, and felt the blade as it glided smoothly over her engorged pussy-lips. The man was quick and deft, and in about two minutes, her entire pussy was bald, leaving Beth feeling exposed and aroused. He splashed some water between her legs, to wash away any leftover foam, and Beth felt her naked cunt tingle as the cold water dripped off her. However, the tingling was soon replaced with a far stronger sensation, and at first, Beth though that the man was licking her. However, when she looked down at herself, she saw nothing but her own swollen, dripping cunt. Her lips were full and red, and now that she was bald, she could almost see her clit standing erect. Her entire pussy was throbbing and she felt that she would die if she didn't cum. She struggled desperately against her chains, straining to reach her enflamed cunt with her hands, aching for release from the unbearable arousal. The man knew that she was unable to touch herself, and watched her writhing for a few minutes. Then he spoke, and his voice cut through Beth's arousal, although it did nothing to easy it. "This is you punishment for not looking at your pussy when I commanded you to," the man told her. "The shaving cream that I used has been treated with a special chemical that increases blood flow to the area where it's applied. Since I rubbed it in nice and thoroughly, your cunt will remain swollen and aroused for about three hours. During this time, you are forbidden to touch either your tits or your cunt, or to seek sexual release in any way. Do you understand?" "Yes Master," Beth managed to pant. "Good," the man said. He removed the bar from between her legs, but kept her ankle and wrist cuffs attached, as well as her collar. "Time to head back to camp."

Beth slid off the rock, barely conscious of anything other than her throbbing cunt. Her thighs rubbed together slickly as she crawled ahead of the man, offering him a great view of her hindquarters. Her angry red lips jutted out from between her white thighs, and every so often, the man flicked her rump with his whip. He was careful not to touch her pussy though, since he knew that even the slightest contact would send Beth over the edge, and he was not ready to grant her release yet. Beth could concentrate on nothing other than her sex, and often forgot to keep her arms straight as she crawled. Every time her nipples scraped the ground, they would send a tingle of pleasure through her body that seemed to go directly to her cunt. Her entire body was dripping with sweat, and her cunt was dripping with its own juices by the time they arrived back.

Chapter Five: Beth and Leah Formally Introduced

Beth was almost delirious by the time they did so, and the sight that greeted her did nothing to help her condition. Four strong wooden posts had been driven deep into the ground making up the corners of a rectangle, and Leah was bound spread-eagle between them. The men had used rough flexible rope to bind her wrists and ankles tightly, one to each post. Her body was a wonderful shade of light brown, except for her tits, which were almost as pale as Beth's. Strangely, despite the fact that her tits were tiny compared to Beth's wondrous mounds, her nipples were far bigger and her aureoles were pointed so that they almost formed one continuos teat. These teats were now pointed almost straight up at the burning sun, as Leah squirmed on the ground, her bonds cutting into her tender flesh as she tried desperately to free her arms. The reason for her desperation, though, was not the heat burning in her nipples, but the fire raging in her cunt. Like Beth, she had been shaved, the small strip of hair removed to reveal small, neat lips, and, like Beth, she had obviously disobeyed an order while being groomed. Her pussy, which would ordinarily have been as creamy white as her tits, was a furious shade of red, her usually thin lips hanging heavy and swollen and her clit swelling to almost twice its usual size. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks, and she begged for release through her clenched teeth. The men ignored her pleas though, and they nodded briefly to Beth's overseer as he drove her into camp. "Stop cow," he said, and Beth came to a halt a few paces ahead of him. He walked around, picked up her leash and led her towards the half-circle of men surrounding Leah. He positioned her until her face was directly above Leah's swollen cunt, close enough so that Beth could smell Leah's arousal, and see the moisture seeping from between her lips. He ordered her to kneel, which she did immediately, and looked down at her. "This is how it works cow," his voice was firm, but he was obviously enjoying himself, "you don't cum until this little fuckslave (he nudged Leah's thigh with the toe of his boot) does, and she doesn't cum unless you make her cum. Since you're a fat, horny cow, and cows don't have hands or fingers, you'll have to use your wet cow mouth to do it. You don't have to, I'm allowing you a choice here, but you don't cum until she does. Think carefully, it'll be one of the last choices you'll ever make." This last part was merely to mock her. He knew as well as she did that she had no real choice. Her own arousal had not lessened, and she still had two and a-half-hours of torture to endure. She knew that if she didn't cum soon, she would break and finger-fuck herself to orgasm once again. Despite her arousal, she shuddered when she imagined her punishment should that happen, and so reluctantly lowered her face to Leah's crotch.

Instinctively, because Beth had never even kissed another girl before, her tongue found Leah's clit, and Leah's body trembled at the hot, moist contact. Beth flicked her tongue over Leah's erect bud, causing Leah's hips to buck wildly, before lowering her mouth and lapping at her smooth pussy lips. Leah's moans were becoming louder, and Beth felt disgusted with herself as she forced the poor girl even closed towards orgasm. She knew however, that she had no choice, and reluctantly pushed her tongue deep into Leah's slit, before raising her head briefly in order to place her mouth over Leah's clit again. Her lips and chin were slick and slippery from Leah's juices, and, as Beth raised her head, the girls' eyes met. Leah gave Beth a pleading look, but both girls were unsure whether she was pleading for Beth to stop or to continue. Lowering her head because she was too ashamed to hold Leah's gaze for long, Beth closed her lips around Leah's erect nub and sucked firmly. This was all the poor girl needed, and she wailed with relief was the orgasms shuddered through her body. She came over and over, soaking Beth's face and the ground beneath her ass. Gradually, the orgasms became weaker, and she was left lying trembling and exhausted on the ground. Beth however, had no time to savior her achievement. She began to lift her face from the girl's sodden crotch, but she felt a strong hand on the back of her neck, forcing her downwards until her lips were pressed against Leah's. Beth was forced to breathe through her nose, taking in all of Leah's pungent aroma. It added to her delirium, and she almost sobbed with release as she felt another hand working away at her cunt. The man was skillful and, even if he had not been, the mere touch of his fingers would probably have been enough in Beth's current state. It was only a matter of seconds before she was trembling and bucking heavily, the orgasms rolling over her, her moans muffled by Leah's crotch.

The man held her in position for about five minutes, one hand cupping her pussy, the other holding the back of her neck. Eventually, he released his hold and stood up. Beth was unsure whether to move her head or not, and decided that it was safer to keep her face pressed against Leah's pussy until she was given permission to move. "That's enough cow," the man said as he looked down at her. He seemed pleased with her obedience, though, and he lifted Beth's head upwards and cradled her chin as her spoke. "I'm sure out little slut would love you to carry on, but I've got other plans for that mouth of yours. You and your friend have had your fun and, to show how grateful you are at being allowed to cum before your Master, you're going to suck my cock and swallow my cum like the sexcow you are. Is that clear cow?" "Yes Master," Beth answered. She had never sucked a cock before, but she had seen it done on a video that she found under her brother's bed, and once even practiced on a cucumber covered with a condom, before using the same cucumber to fuck herself. She knew, however, that doing it in real life would be different, partly because she could feel herself becoming aroused again. The man had said that her arousal would last for about three hours, and although her vicious orgasms had helped briefly, she could feel her cunt beginning to throb again. Her overseer had lowered his pants, and stood before Beth with his cock erect. It was smaller than a cucumber, although it was still substantial, and Beth rose on her knees as she licked it from the base of the shaft to the large purple head. When the cock was slippery with her saliva, Beth slipped her lips over the head and began to work her mouth back and forth along the shaft. She sucked greedily at the man's cock, but he had incredible stamina, and Beth could feel her legs beginning to tire and her jaw ache. She didn't dare stop, though, and she kept going for what seemed like ages. Precum was dribbling over her chin, and Beth's jaw was cramping painfully, until, with a sudden thrust, the man grabbed the back of her head and came powerfully in her mouth. He quickly pinched her nose, forcing her to swallow most of the enormous load. Nevertheless, some managed to drip from between her lips onto her tits. The man look disapprovingly at this and reminded Beth that she had been instructed to swallow his cum. Slowly, she lifted her own breasts to her mouth and licked the man's cum off her nipples. Licking her own nipples only added to her arousal, but Beth didn't dare stop until she had licked every trace of the man's cum off her body. Still on her knees, she released her tits and dropped her hands to the ground in front of her, scratching the dirt with her fingers in a desperate attempt to keep her hands occupied and away from her pussy. Every now and then she glanced up hopefully through her haze, but her overseer's attention was directed elsewhere.

Chapter Six: Testing Leah

Just in front of them, Leah was being released from her bonds and being prepared for the journey by two of her handlers. Small alligator clips were attached to the bases of her nipples and screwed tightly in place. The clips caused her teats to swell painfully, and it seemed like their every throb sent waves of pleasure straight to her dripping cunt. She was then ordered to lift her arms to just below her tits. The dazed girl obeyed quickly, and thin, leather cuffs were fitted around each of her wrists. There was a short length of chain attached to each cuff, and these were connected to the base each clamp, forcing Leah to her arms position. If she let her arms drop, their weight rested completely on her engorged nipples, and this was something that she could not stand for long. As her cuffs were being fitted, her handler spoke to her. "You're a toy, a trophy to be played with. You need to learn how to carry yourself, and for that you need discipline" he told her simply. Then, without waiting for a response that would never have come from the shocked girl, he tied the rough cord that had been used to bind her limbs around her waist. Leah looked down, and just had time to notice a knotted cord of the same rope being tied to the rope around her waist and being run between her legs. The cord had been doubled up and knotted, and, before Leah could understand what was happening, the rope was lifted between her legs and tied tightly into her cunt. Because the cord had been doubled up, it pinched her cunt-lips viciously, causing them to swell and jut out. The rope had been also been knotted in such a manner that there was a knot placed directly over her clit. Even the slightest movement caused the knot to grind against her sensitive bud, and every time this happened she felt her knees weaken and had to struggle to stay upright as she was forced ever closer to orgasm. Driven almost insane with pleasure, but terrified and unable to cum, Leah stood hobbled and shaking in the center of camp.

Her handler moved behind her and fitted a longer cord to the junction of the rope around her waist and her crotch-rope, forming a harness which her could use to control the pressure on her pussy.. He tugged gently on the cord, and Leah almost collapsed as the pleasure coursed through her body. Then, she felt his hand on between her shoulders forcing her towards the ground. She lost her balance, and tugged hard on her nipples as she desperately tried to break her fall with her arms. She toppled over, grinding her teats painfully into the ground and hanging her exhausted head in the dirt. From this position, she was able to see Beth, who was in no better condition than she was. She was on her hands and knees again, and her tits hung heavy with metal bells. These bells had been weighted, so that the stretched her nipples downwards, and they hung so low that, even if Beth kept her arms almost perfectly straight, they still bumped and jangled against the uneven ground. She shuddered every time this happened, and her body seemed to almost be trembling in time to the jingling of the bells. Beth was lead alongside Leah who had been forced to her knees. In front of the two girls were identical silver bowls filled with porridge. They were instructed to eat, and they obeyed gratefully, diving their faces into the bowls and eating greedily. They were allowed to lap some water from a larger silver bowl, before their Masters wiped their faces and fitted their gags. Leah was fitted with a bright red ball-gag, which caused her small mouth to stretch slightly. The red of the gag brought out brown of her eyes and hair, and formed her lips into a perfect circle of surprise. The surprise on her face reflected the surprise that she felt at her body's response to her treatment. Although she had been popular, and had had boyfriends throughout high school, she had never been sexually adventurous. Throughout her life, she had treated others with respect, and was afforded the same treatment in return. Now, however, she was being treated like nothing more than an object, and although she felt disgusted with herself, every humiliation made her wet, and every bit of pain caused her body to ache with desire.

Beth, meanwhile, was fitted with a thick leather bit, which buckled into a black harness. There were thin reigns leading from the back of her harness, which her overseer would use to control her movement. A pack was fitted over her shoulders and buckled tightly around her soft belly, and she was forced to balance the heavy load of the pack along with her nipple clamps. "Good for stamina, cow," said her overseer, as he flicked one of her teats with his whip, causing Beth to almost lose her balance. "Time to get moving," he called to his crew, and Leah's handler began to force her forward, flicking her ass with a thin leather whip. She was driven ahead of the group, while Beth crawled slowly behind. Both girls were aroused beyond anything they had ever felt, and their minds were a mix of confusion, fear and desire as they were driven out of the clearing and along a path through the woods. As they walked, Leah's handler would occasionally jerk backwards on her crotch-rope, causing her to stumble forwards. Every time she tripped, her arms would tug on her nipples, adding to her arousal. Tears of frustration ran down her checks as she begged for release through her gag, but even the ragged pleas that she could muster were muffled by the bright red ball.

At the back of the group Beth was struggling beneath the heavy weight of her pack. It had been weighted specifically to train her, since she would need to get used to carrying heavy loads. This is what she had been ordered for, and this (among other things) was what she was being trained to do. Leah, on the other hand, was being trained as a pleasure slave, for a separate customer, and her training would be very different to Beth's. At the moment, while Leah was being tormented by her crotch-rope, Beth was being tortured by a combination of her overseer's whip and his firm words. The constant weight on her nipples was making her hornier than she had ever been, and her overseer would occasionally flick her red, swollen pussy with his whip. Every time he did this, Beth would struggle to crawl faster, as if fleeing from the pain and pleasure being forced through her body. Whenever she increased her pace, her nipple-weights would bump against the ground, and so, like Leah, she was driven forward in an almost constant state of arousal.

The girls were unsure of how long they had been walking for. They were almost delirious with desire by the time they were allowed to stop, and were barely aware that they had arrived at a small cabin in a clearing. In addition to their arousal, both girls were utterly exhausted from their walk. Leah stood shakily, and her arms were so tired that she could only hold them up for a few seconds at a time before her strength failed. Every time she let them drop however, they tugged down painfully on her nipples, and she would jerk them upright again as if waking from a dream. Her handler allowed this to continue for about ten minutes, at the end of which Leah was so horny that she was actually pulling against her nipple clamps in a desperate attempt to touch her pussy and relieve herself. Her Master saw what she was trying to do, smirked with satisfaction. He stood directly behind her, and lifted her crotch-rope viciously, forcing Leah onto her tip-toes as she tried to prevent the rope from cutting into her tender cunt-flesh. The muscles on her calves strained and ached as she writhed against the rope, the sensation of the material against her clit too much for her to bear. Her handler smiled at her distress, before gently kicking the backs of her knees, causing her legs to buckle and entire body weight to be forced against her pussy-rope. This was enough for her tortured body, and she wailed into her gag as the orgasms ripped through her. She came again and again, until her Master released his grip on her harness, at which point she collapsed at his feet, exhausted and trembling. She lay whimpering on the ground as her arousal finally subsided, before drifting into unconsciousness.