Chapter 12
Brett was a changed man after his week as a slave. No longer did he see his sister as just a fuck toy, although he did still occasionally use her sexually. He was much more tender and comforting toward the sister slave. At the moment, he was holding her in his lap as he watched a baseball game.
Kathleen liked the new Brett much better and it made her wonder what they had done to him while he was gone. She rested her cheek against his arm as he held her. He held one breast in one hand and rested his other hand over her sex. He was not toying with her sex. His hand just laid there as if protecting it.
Joe did make liberal use of Kathleen’s body. He made sure that he deposited his seed in each of his two slaves each day and was still able to make love with his wife on most nights. He still had not taken Kathleen anally, but Kathleen frequently witnessed the huge pole being embedded in Kim’s bottom. That had to hurt a lot, she thought.
Betty oversaw most of the maintenance and training of the two slaves. Kim was released from her punishment early and the two slaves became her constant companions. She trained them to share a cock by wearing a strap-on and having them kneel together to worship it with their tongues. She trained them how to kneel together to look the most decorative. Kim had been trained by Betty for three years but it still took some adjustment to do things with a partner.
Betty continued to train Kathleen’s bottom to accept Joe’s cock. Despite all of the conditioning that she had done to date, Kathleen was still not ready. Having her bottom stretched once a week was not having much effect. Betty hoped that three solid weeks of conditioning might do the trick. As a result, Kathleen wore butt plugs almost constantly.
At the next party, Betty led the two slavegirls around on their leashes. Each was completely naked other than for their collars. They stood slightly behind her on either side as she talked with others and they knelt on either side of her when she sat. She was very proud of her beautiful girls and knew that she must be the envy of everyone at the party. Joe had to satisfy himself with just tagging along and chatting with people.
Mandy was at the party and she was none too pleased that Kathleen was being boarded with her parents. She argued that, since she was Marge’s beneficiary in her will, she should logically be the custodian of her sister’s property when Marge was unable to care for it. Betty attempted to appease her by offering to let her visit and play with either of the girls but she was not about to give the girls to Mandy.
“I’ll get her someday,” insisted Mandy.
“Be careful,” warned Betty calmly, “or one day you will find yourself at the other end of my leash.” Mandy just stormed off angrily.
In a very short time, Kim and Kathleen became inseparable. They also became lovers. Betty indulged them in their passion for one another and allowed them to sleep together whenever one of them was not required to entertain Joe and her in their own bed. She also arranged for quiet time during the day. It was during these times that they would make love with one another and then nap, curled up in each other’s arms.
Judy finally convinced Betty to join her for a day at the club. She said that she had a fun day planned and that Betty could either bring her girls or use the kennel girls. She explained that the club maintained a collection of slavegirls on the property that could be checked out and used by the members. The girls were not actually kept in kennels but were referred to as kennel girls.
Betty decided that the girls would benefit from a day of fun. Besides, they needed the exercise. So she bundled them into the car and drove them to where Judy was staying. The four of them then traveled together to the ranch. Sure enough, it was the same one that Marge had taken Kathleen to earlier.
As Kathleen expected, she and Kim lost their clothing right away. Judy had made arrangements ahead of time so everything was ready for them. Kim was led off in one direction by a groom while Kathleen was led in another. Betty and Judy were led to the stables to get horses.
“I thought we’d do a little fox hunting today,” said Judy.
“They have foxes here?” asked Betty.
“Maybe I should have said foxy girl hunting,” replied Judy. “We’re going to hunt Kat first.”
Meanwhile, Kathleen was being prepared for the hunt. She was given some moccasins and safety goggles. Then a handler brought the dogs. Each hound was brought forward to get her scent. Then she was told to run as far as she could and to hide as best she could. Her goal was to not get caught. She started running.
The moccasins protected her feet well and she was thankful for them. She wished she had a bra, though. Despite the firmness of her breasts, their size made it inevitable that they would bounce. She had to run with one arm draped across her chest to manage the motion.
She was given a ten minute head start and then the handlers turned the dogs loose. They sniffed the ground for a bit and detected the scent. Then they took off in the direction that Kathleen had run, yelping and barking as they followed her scent. Judy and Betty followed behind on horseback.
As Kathleen was scrambling through the thickets and jumping over creeks, Kim was also being bothered by dogs. In her case, it was only one dog, however. She was strapped to one of the benches that Kathleen had seen on her earlier visit and a Labrador Retriever was pounding its cock into her. While she was revolted by the idea of a dog fucking her, three years of slavery had taught her that her body did not belong to her. She did not resist even after they told her what she was going to be doing. The dog’s cock was longer and thicker than she expected and she was even able to enjoy the fucking.
Kathleen turned out to be no match for the finely tuned noses of the dogs. Within ten minutes, they had found her and circled her, keeping her captive and barking to alert the two riders. Betty and Judy rode into the clearing to see the dogs nipping at Kathleen’s bottom each time she tried to escape.
“May I bag this one?” asked Judy.
“Be my guest,” responded Betty. Judy pulled her rifle out and then called the dogs.
“Run girl,” shouted Judy. Obediently, Kathleen started running again, this time letting her breasts fly on their own as she tried for as much speed as she cold. Judy let her get about twenty yards before she raised her gun. She aimed and then pulled the trigger, seeing a green dot explode in the small of Kathleen’s back. Kathleen stopped running, knowing that the paintball had just signaled the end of the game.
“Great shot,” complimented Betty. “I like this foxy girl hunting.”
“It’s fun, isn’t it?” smiled Judy. “Now let’s give the dogs their reward. Kat, would you preferred to be tied for this or free?”
“For what, Mistress?” asked Kathleen.
“We’re giving you to the dogs for a bit.”
“You’re what?!?!?!??!?” gasped Kathleen.
“They worked hard. They deserve a reward. We are giving them a bitch for a little while. Some girls have to be tied for that. Which would you prefer?”
“Mistress,” she whimpered and pled. “Please, no.”
“Be a good girl, pet,” Betty responded to the pleas. “On your hands and knees or we’ll tie you and they can fuck you. Either way, you get fucked.”
Kathleen whimpered again but knew that further begging would be futile. She resigned herself to her fate and dropped to her hands and knees. She couldn’t believe that her own mother would let dogs use her in such a demeaning way. One by one, each dog mounted her and fucked her until he emptied his load into her.
Judy was having similar thoughts. She couldn’t’ believe that Betty would let her daughter get fucked by a dog, let alone all four of them. But there she was with a dog cock firmly embedded in her sex as the dog claimed her. It was so deliciously wicked that she scooted forward in her saddle and rubbed her sex against the pommel. She guessed that Betty had been serious about trying to scare Kathleen out of being owned. Regardless of the reason for Betty’s behavior, it was just erotically overwhelming for Judy.
After the dogs were finished with Kathleen, her wrists were bound together and she was led back to the barn by the two huntresses. Kim was finishing he fourth dog as they arrived.
“Time for a new fox,” Judy told one of the grooms. He hurriedly prepared Kim the same way Kathleen had been readied for the hunt. As soon as the dogs had sniffed her, he swatted Kim’s bottom and sent her running. She too had to cradle her breasts with her arm since hers were even larger than Kathleen’s.
Kathleen could not be allowed to get bored so she was strapped to the same bench that had recently held her slave sister and lover. Then, four dogs were bought in, one at a time, to enjoy her body.
Kim ran and ran. When she was out of sight, she found a stream and decided to try to evade her pursuers as long as she could. She reached between her thighs, plunging three fingers into her sex to scoop as much of her juices and the dog semen out as she could. Then she walked along the bank of the stream, dribbling it onto the path and smearing it on rocks and tree trunks. Then she retraced her steps. She jumped into the stream and immersed her body, vigorously rubbing her flesh to try to remove as much scent as possible. The last thing she did was sit up in the stream, facing the flow of water. She spread her thighs and tried to douche herself as best she could with the current. She just hoped that no wigglies ended up inside of her. When she was satisfied, she walked in the stream in the opposite direction from the false trail that she had left. She stayed in the stream for several hundred yards before finally dashing off into the woods.
As hoped, the dogs were tricked and then lost her trail. The two huntresses led the dogs back and forth along the stream but none of them could detect Kim’s scent. Eventually, they split up to cover more ground with each huntress taking two dogs with her.
Kim evaded capture for over two hours but eventually a yellow splash of paint on the outside of her left breast signaled the end. Betty had spotted her hiding among some boulders. She dismounted and snuck up on her, firing her paint gun before Kim even knew she had been detected. Betty blew her whistle and soon two mounted huntresses watched four dogs take turns enjoying their latest catch.
“Boy that was sure humiliating,” muttered Kathleen that night as she and Kim were bathing together.
“Oooooo but so much fun!” squealed Kim. “I think I love dogs”
“It was good sex, now that you mention it,” agreed Kathleen. Both girls giggled and played with one another’s bodies, the bath having been forgotten.
Chapter 13
Marge called every day that she was away. Betty noticed how Kathleen got excited each time the phone rang and how her daughter acted much the same way as she had when she was a teenager and a favorite boyfriend might be calling.
Each day, Kathleen would tell her mistress how much she missed her and about all of the things that had happened since the last call. Marge had chuckled at the story about the fox hunt. “I knew that if I wasn’t there to take care of you, you’d end up going to the dogs.”
“And tomorrow, Master is going to finally claim my bottom,” she told Marge. “Mistress thinks I’m ready.”
“How do you feel about that, pet?” asked Marge.
“Excited, Mistress,” replied Kathleen. “And more than a little afraid. He’s so huge. But Mistress says I can handle it. I’m wet just thinking about it.”
Marge laughed. “You are always wet, love. You are the most sexual person alive.”
“Thank you, Mistress. But I mean I’m really wet.”
“Good girl. Well, I just called to let you know I’m coming home tomorrow night. Mom’s much better and I feel comfortable leaving her alone.” It had been four weeks since she left and Marge was looking forward to reuniting with her slavegirl.
“Ooooo!!! I can’t wait, Mistress.”
“Good luck with your father tomorrow, pet. Have fun with it. I’ll collect you tomorrow evening.”
Kathleen literally attacked Kim that night since it would be their last night together for awhile. Lips and tongue and teeth devoured the fleshy breasts. Kisses were passionate and lingering. And each ate the other to multiple orgasms.
The next afternoon, the family was gathered in the family room. Kathleen was kneeling on all fours waiting to finally feel her father’s cock entombed within her bowels. Kim was kneeling behind Kathleen and, with her tongue, was lubricating her lover’s ass and stretching it as best she could. Kathleen was loving the delicious sensations that Kim was sending through her body.
Betty and Brett were sitting on the couch together. Betty was idly stroking Brett’s cock, something that he never would have allowed before his week away.
They were waiting for the big moment. Joe was sitting in a chair wearing only a robe, watching the girl prepare the other girl and waiting to take his daughter’s ass.
Finally, Kim sat back on her heels as a sign that she thought Kathleen was ready. Joe stood and dropped his robe, revealing his huge erection for all to see. Betty leaned over and planted a kiss on the tip of Brett’s cock, tasting his precum.
Joe stepped forward and knelt behind his daughter. He reached out and stroked the soft smooth bottom cheeks before pressing a finger to the little rosebud, feeling it slide in easily. Kim had a tube of lubricant ready and she squeezed some of it into her palm before reaching out to liberally rub it over Joe’s hard cock.
Joe inched forward, grasping Kathleen by the hips and readying to impale her. Kathleen trembled in fear and anticipation. Just then, the phone rang and Kim arose to get it. She answered and responded with one word answers. “Yes.” “No.” “Omigod!” “Alright.” She held up a finger telling everyone to hold on for a second. “Yes. I’ll let them know.” She hung up the phone and then returned to the assembled group.
“That was Mandy. Marge’s plane crashed. There were no survivors. I’m so sorry Kathleen.”
“Nooooo!!!” wailed Kathleen. She collapsed to the floor and banged her fists. “Nooooo!!!”
The violation of Kathleen’s ass never occurred. She was treated like a daughter and was no longer treated as a slave. Nobody was allowed to touch her except Kim who spent all of her waking moments with Kathleen. There was no sex. Most of the time, Kim simply held Kathleen. The rest of the time she was nearby in case she was needed. Kim spent all of her sleeping moments with Kathleen as well as she held the grieving girl throughout the night.
Mandy arrived a week after the crash, although Kathleen never saw her. She talked to Betty downstairs while Kathleen and Kim were upstairs. She showed Betty her sister’s will. Betty read it and saw that Marge had willed her share of the house to Kathleen. She had left half of her savings to Kathleen and the other half was to go to Mandy. She left all of the rest of her “worldly belongings” to Mandy.
“I have come to collect Kathleen,” Mandy said.
“What do you mean?” asked Betty.
“I get all of her worldly belongings. Kathleen is one of them.” Mandy produced another document. It was the slave contract that Kathleen had signed a year earlier. In it, Kathleen had agreed that Marge owned her mind, body and soul.
“You can’t be serious,” remarked Betty.
“I’m completely serious,” replied Mandy. “She was Marge’s property before. You can see that in the contract. She’s my property now.”
“Try winning that case in court!” spat Betty. She threw Mandy out and slammed the door.
“I’ll get her one way or another,” shouted Mandy from the front porch.
It was several weeks before Kathleen was over the worst of her grief. She had moped around during that time wearing only a nightshirt and robe. Finally one morning, she got up, showered, dried and combed her hair, and put on a little makeup. She had not combed her hair since the news, although Kim had combed it frequently. She had not worn makeup during that time either. She came downstairs, naked but for the collar.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she said to Betty who was putting away the breakfast dishes. “I have been delinquent in my duties.”
“There’s my beautiful girl,” smiled Betty as she hugged the naked form. “We need to talk, sweetheart.”
Betty led Kathleen into the family room. Kim and Kathleen knelt in front of her facing her chair and Betty held a breast from each girl in her hands.
“Your father and I don’t think you should be our slave any longer. We never thought you should be our slave.”
“Yes Mistress,” replied Kathleen.
“In fact, we don’t think you should be anyone’s slave. We tried to get you to come to that conclusion on your own. At first, we thought that having us use you would make you give up slavery. Then we thought that sharing you with your brother would shame you out of it. That day with the dogs was another attempt. And we thought that the threat of your father taking you anally would scare you away. But none of that worked.”
“You are a very beautiful slavegirl. But you come from a long line of slave owners. It’s in your genes. You would be an even more beautiful mistress.”
“A mistress? Me?”
“I know it’s a big change. But I know you can do it. I have seen you with Kim and you have handled her beautifully. In fact, your father and I are giving Kim to you as your first slave.”
Kathleen and Kim looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Then, Kim broke into a huge smile and Kathleen knew at once that Kim was fine with the new arrangement. Kathleen turned back to her mother.
“May I still be your slave every once in awhile?”
Betty smiled and squeezed her daughter’s breast. “Yes, sweetheart. You can be our slave occasionally.”
Kathleen moved back into the house that she had shared with Marge. She brought her new slavegirl, Kim, with her. One of the first orders of business was increasing the security to protect against Mandy. The locks were changed and a new security system was installed.
The second order of business was to shop for a dog. They hoped that the dog would provide some level of security. But what they were really looking for was male companionship. Their day in the fox hunt had shown them that dogs can be very adequate substitutes when men are not around. They went to the ranch and bought a chocolate lab that had already been trained. They named him KK, using the first initials of each of their names. When they got him home, each of them tested out the vigor of the new pet and both were very pleased with the new addition to the family.
The break-in occurred within a week of moving in. The alarm went off and KK immediately ran to the door barking. The security system indicated that there were four people in the raiding party but that they were all still outside and in the front yard.
Kim and Kathleen grabbed their guns and headed to the cellar. Both girls were naked, not wanting to waste time getting dressed. In designing the security system, Kathleen had purposely left one entryway unlocked. As long as the motion detectors around the property worked, Kat and Kim would have plenty of warning and would have time to set up an ambush in the basement as intruders came in through the cellar door.
They had already picked out their firing positions before. Kim was to be behind a stack of boxes. Kathleen was to be inside a cupboard. Both of these positions let them see the entire room.
They were armed with air guns. And each air gun was loaded with tranquilizer darts. They could not find darts that were legally sold for taking down humans. So Kat had to buy darts that could be used for animals and hope for the best. She hoped that the intruders weighed about the same as wild boars.
The plan was working so far. One by one, the stalkers came down into the cellar. Kathleen could hear them whispering but cold not make out the conversation. When she saw that all four were in the basement, she pushed open the cabinet door and began firing. She took down three of the intruders and Kim hit the fourth. Within moments, each collapsed to the floor.
“We have to hurry,” warned Kathleen.
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kim.
The naked huntresses emerged from their hiding places. Kim switched on the lights while Kathleen went to the inert bodies. She pulled off the hoods. As expected, one was Mandy. Kathleen was surprised that Allison was another one of the would-be kidnappers. She did not recognize the other two but assumed that they were also sorority sisters of Mandy.
Each of the girls was stripped and then bound at the wrists and ankles in case they woke up too soon. Then, one by one, Allison and the two unknown attackers wee untied, only to be rebound. Their wrists were retied, this time in front of them and they were hoisted into the air until their feet barely touched the floor. Their legs were then spread and tied off with rope, leaving each of the three forming an upside-down “Y”. They were arranged in a wide circle facing inward.
Kim dragged a bench into the center of the ring and then helped Kathleen with the fourth. Mandy was draped over the bench and then bound securely to it, leaving her stretched and vulnerable. Then, Kat and Kim waited for them to recover.
“I’m so sorry.” Allison was the first one to regain consciousness. “I didn’t want to do it. I knew it was wrong.”
“Hush, little one,” said Kathleen. She walked over to Allison and placed a palm over each of her captive’s breasts, squeezing lightly. “Yes, it was very wrong. But everything will be right soon.”
The other two upright girls came to next and pleaded for mercy. Kim hushed them and moved from one to the other, using her fingers to tease the girls’ pussies. Very quickly, both of them were wet and moaning under the tutelage of Kim’s talented fingers.
Mandy was the last to revive. She looked around and quickly saw that all was lost. She immediately started trying to negotiate.
“Okay, I will release you from your contact. Just let us go.”
“I have no contract with you,” replied Kathleen calmly. “You have nothing to release me from. You have no rights. You were caught trespassing and you will be punished. You should feel lucky though. Attempted kidnapping is a federal offense. We could turn you over to the authorities.”
Mandy kept negotiating. She also struggled with her bonds trying to release herself but they did not give an inch. She tried money. She even offered one of her friends to be Kathleen’s slave.
At this, Kathleen circled the room, caressing each of the upright girls and toying with their pussies. “Your friends are all beautiful. Each of them would be perfect slaves.” This caused a collective gasp from Allison and the other two.
Kathleen pulled the naked Kim to her and kissed her, reaching around and grasping the tight, smooth bottom cheeks. “But I already have a slave. Maybe I should just sell the four of you.” This caused all four girls to gasp in unison.
“Bitch!” spat Mandy. Kim immediately raised her hand and bought it down with a loud crack on Mandy’s exposed ass.
“My mistress is not a bitch,” said Kim. “She’s a mighty huntress.”
“I may be bitchy,” said Kathleen. “But you are going to be the bitch.”
Kim led KK into the room, eliciting gasps from the three upright girls. Mandy craned her head as much as she could but could not tell what was behind her. Kim led KK forward as Kathleen stood in front of Mandy’s head. She reached down and gripped Mandy’s hair, painfully lifting her head and staring icily into her eyes. “This is just a taste of what will happen to you if I ever see you near us again.”
With that, Kim released KK. The dog immediately sniffed at and then started licking Mandy’s exposed sex. With her legs spread so wide, it was easy for the dog to lap at the juicy petals. The three bound girls looked on in horror. They knew that Mandy was a devout lesbian and that she would rather die than have a cock enter her. Having the cock attached to a dog just made it that much worse.
Mandy started screaming as soon as she realized that she was going to be fucked by a dog. She continued to scream as the dog licked her and the screaming went on as KK mounted her and sank his cock into her tight, wet channel. Kathleen considered gagging her adversary but she decided that letting the other three listen to the high-pitched pleading and screaming would make the scene seem all that much more horrible.
When KK was finished, Mandy continued to scream until she faded off into sobs and whimpers. The dog pulled out of her and then circled to her head, licking her face.
Kathleen told the other three girls that they were going to be released now. They would be given their car keys but nothing else. They would be released naked.
“We’ll give you a five minute head start. Then we’re going hunting.” She brandished her gun to make her point. “Don’t ever come back here and don’t ever send anyone back here. We have videos of you breaking and entering that we will send to the police in a heartbeat.’
The first girl was cut down and given the car keys. She scrambled into the darkness as Kim called out to remind her that she had five minutes. Then the second one was cut down and released. Allison was the last and, again, she apologized before disappearing into the darkness.
The first two, worried about the five minute limit, left without Allison, abandoning their friend as they sped naked down the road. When Allison reached the spot where the car was supposed to be, she cursed her friends. She considered returning to the house but quickly rejected that idea, fearing that she would be the next girl mated with the dog. She started walking home, trying to move from tree to tree to remain concealed. Eventually, a police cruiser stopped alongside the road and flashed its spotlight on Allison’s naked form.
“Come on out. It will be easier on you,” said the cop. Then he turned to his partner. “What is it with naked girls tonight, Liam?”
“God must be smiling on us tonight, Paddy.” The two cops had earlier pulled over a speeder and found two naked girls inside. Now, they had a third to throw into the jail cell with the first two.
“We have other plans for you,” Kathleen had told Mandy after the other three had fled. Mandy was kept bound and naked for the next three days. KK made sure she was entertained and fucked her at least four times a day. On the evening of the third day, Kathleen gave Mandy her clothes back, along with the belongings of the other three girls. She was allowed to call a cab.
“Don’t ever come back or bother us again, Mandy. You didn’t like being a bitch to our dog. Well, we’re getting a horse soon. If you come back, you’ll be his mare.” Mandy turned white with fear and said she would wait out at the road for her cab. Kathleen and Kim never saw or heard from her again.
“Oooooo, we’re getting a horse?” squealed Kim after Mandy had left. “I’ve never tried that!”
“I was just making that up to scare her,” replied Kathleen with a chuckle. Then she smiled and lifted each of Kim’s full breasts in her hands, kissing them softly. “But if my beautiful girl wants to ride a stallion, I’m sure it can be arranged.”
Kim giggled. “Actually, Mistress, I was thinking about the stallion riding me.”
The next morning, there were two naked girls working in the garden, trying to prepare it for winter as the summer grew to a close. Kathleen watched her beautiful pet work the soil and reflected on how naked gardening had started this whole adventure.
“There should be a lot more naked gardeners in this world,” she thought.
The End