Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 21:24:46 -0500 (EST)
From: captv8td1@hotmail.com
Subject: Princess Alana (F/f F+/f D/s slavery reluctant)  CHAPTERS 9-21 END

Princess Alana (F/f F+/f D/s slavery reluctant) by Captv8td
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Chapter 9: First Day of School
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On  Monday afternoon, two naked girls were ushered into Grace's minivan.
Kelly also  came along for the ride to see how things were going to turn out.
After about an  hour in the car, Grace finally turned off the highway and
onto a dirt road.  After another ten minutes or so, she turned onto another
dirt road and entered  the "D bar S" ranch.
Alana looked out of the window after the car had  stopped and gasped at the
sight. There were naked people everywhere, or so it  seemed. In actuality,
there were only five naked people. There was a naked girl  running in
circles around a corral as a clothed man snapped a whip behind her.  Another naked
girl was standing upright in the middle of the yard, straddling an  upright
pole, which very obviously disappeared inside of her. A naked man was
lashed to a pole with his arms stretched high above his head. Weights were
attached to a cord that was tied around his scrotum, pulling his balls downward.
 And a naked girl was bound in a set of stocks with another naked man
behind her  plunging his erect cock in and out of her as two clothed people
whipped at the  exposed flesh of the two slaves.
It was like a scene out of Dante's Inferno.  It was someone's vision of
Hell.  Alan couldn't believe that places like  this really existed. And she
especially couldn't believe that she had been  brought here.  Grace parked and
stepped out of the car. Kelly hopped out  also and the two were met by a
tall man. Alana and Meredith huddled together  inside the minivan with no
intentions of ever setting foot outside of it.   "Nice material you have there
Grace," said the man as he ran his eyes up and  down Kelly's body. "How do
you want her trained?" "This is my daughter,  Charles," replied an amused
Grace after she heard Kelly gasp. "She's not here to  be trained."
"Pity," said Charles as he continued his tour around Kelly.  "I'd take a
personal hand in taming this one."
"Maybe some other time,"  replied Grace.
"Mom!" shouted Kelly, indignant that her mother would even  imply that she
could be brought back here for training.
"Just kidding,  dear," said Grace before turning back to Charles. "I have
two in the van that I  want you to teach."
"Well, let's get a look at them," nodded Charles. "Then  you and I can
sit down and talk."
They walked back to the car and Kelly  opened the door, revealing two naked
girls holding one another for reassurance  and visibly shaking. "Come out,
girls," instructed Grace.
Reluctantly, the  two slaves climbed out of the minivan and stood, still
trembling. "This one is  named Meredith," said Grace as she cupped Meredith's
chin and tilted her face up  slightly. "She's my newest catch." Then Grace
did the same with Alana. "And this  is Alana. She belongs to Kelly." This
caused Charles to lift his eyebrows and  glance at Kelly who just smiled
back with an "I told you so" look.
"Nice,"  observed Charles. "Very nice." He stepped in front of Meredith,
prying open her  mouth and running a finger over her teeth as if he were
appraising a horse at  auction. He squeezed each breast to check its firmness,
pinched the flesh of her  arms and then walked around her checking out all
angles. Moving to Alana, he  lifted each breast, one at a time, flicking the
nipples until they got hard.  Then he cupped her sex in one hand, feeling
the moist heat from her arousal  before taking a circular tour of her body.  "
Prime cuts," declared Charles.  "Let's go talk business." Grace and
Charles went into the house, leaving Kelly  holding the leashes of the two slaves.
"Let's go watch what's happening," the  girl said as she led Alana and
Meredith over to the action.
"What did you  have in mind?" asked Charles as the two dominants sat at
the table.
"Taming," replied Grace, "but no breaking. I want them obedient but still
willful. I don't want them to come home mindless drones but I do want them
accepting of their new status. If that makes any sense." "How new is new?"

"Five days for Alana. Two for Meredith."
Charles whistled at that news.  "Wow! That's new for sure!" The pair of
them went through Charles' standard  checklist that would guide their
training. Charles would read an item from the  checklist and Grace would respond.
No to permanent marks. Yes to denuding  Meredith's sex. Yes to sex with men,
both slaves and masters. Yes to sex with  women, both slaves and mistresses.
Yes to bestiality, but nothing larger than a  dog.
The girls could be bound but Grace felt that suspension should be ruled
out.  Manual labor was fine. Pony training was fine. Whipping was fine as
long as there were no permanent marks.
Hot wax was to be allowed as well as  clamps and needles. Exhibition and
humiliation were fine but no verbal abuse.  All three holes in each girl were
fair game. No water sports or scatology.  "Maybe on the next visit." "We
have a hunt on Wednesday," said Charles. "Will  these girls be available as
prey?" Charles explained that the hunt was not  deadly. Naked girls were
released and the "hunters" were sent out with paint  guns. They got to keep
whatever they shot for the night. Grace allowed the girls  to be prey. Finally,
the checklist was finished. "So how much will it cost?"  asked Grace.
Charles scratched his chin and leaned back in his chair to  think. "I think we
can strike a bargain that you will find quite modest in  price." Grace
smiled. "That's why I come to you, Charles."
"Throw in Kelly  and it's on the house."


Chapter 10: The Freshman Class
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A  tall woman dressed in black leather walked down a line of three naked
girls.  She was easily over six feet tall and the spiked heels of the boots
that went up to mid-thigh made her even taller. She towered over her
trembling  charges.  "You may call me Mistress," she said. She walked back and
forth  in front of the three naked women, stopping occasionally to pinch or
squeeze.  "Or you may call me whatever you wish, but that will be at your own
risk." She  looked like some kind of Norse goddess with her flowing pale
blonde hair and the  finely sculpted features of her face. Her body was both
concealed and exposed.  Above the boots, she wore a leather g-string with metal
studs around the waist  band. Her midriff was bare and, above that, she
wore a black leather halter with  matching metal studs. All in all, she looked
stunning and ominous.  "You  are my new students," she explained. "And I
love to teach!" She emphasized her  point by slashing her riding crop down
hard against one of her boots.  The  three girls all gasped in unison at the
sound of the crop striking against the  leather.
"Two of you," she said as she used the crop to strike one of  Alana's and
Meredith's breasts, "are being trained as slaves." "One of you," she
continued as she used the crop to strike each of Kelly's breasts, coaxing a yelp
 out of her, "is being trained to be a Mistress." The Nordic Queen then
stood in  front of Alana and Meredith, gripping their jaws tightly. "You will
all be going  through some of the same things. But remember that she will be
a Mistress at the  end. You will be property." "In the meantime, I own all
of you. I will decide  when you sleep, if you sleep, when you eat, if you
eat, when you pee, and if you  pee. I will decide who you have sex with and
how and when. I will decide how and  when you are punished. I will arrange
the schedule for your education. In short,  I am controlling everything about
you. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Mistress,"  chimed three feminine voices
in unison.  "Oh god," thought Alana. "It just  gets worse." She had
eventually adjusted to each indignity over the past week  and a half. First with
the nudity and then the touching, she had eventually  become accustomed and
it had become part of her life. Then she became a slave  and, while it
seemed uncomfortable at first, it too became part of her. Even sex  with another
woman, which had repulsed her at first, had become part of what she  was.
But it seemed that every time she became adjusted to a new Alana, a new
indignity would present itself.  "Oh god," thought Meredith. "It just gets
worse." She still couldn't believe the events of the past two days and her head
 was spinning. Three days ago, she was just another happy housewife; bored,
but  happy. Since then, however, her world had changed ant it seemed that
it just  kept changing with each new change being worse than the last.
"Oh god,"  thought Kelly. "I'm gonna kill Mom when I get out of here."
Their new mistress  attached a chain that ran from collar to collar. Even
Kelly had been fitted with  a collar that had been graciously supplied by
Charles who happily placed it  around the teenager's neck. The mistress led her
string of slaves into what she  called "the classroom" which was really
nothing more than a room with  odd-looking devices scattered about. She moved
them to one wall and had them  kneel, facing a row of phalluses that stuck out
from a board and pointed at  their faces.
"Your first lesson is how to please a man with your mouth." The  mistress
gave them a brief set of instructions, telling them how to use their  lips
and tongues, how and when to use suction, and which parts of a cock to  focus
on.  When she was finished with "The Theory of Cocksucking", she told
them that it was time for the practical application of what they had learned.  "
Suck!" she commanded.
Each girl leaned forward and took a phallus into her  mouth trying to
remember all that the instructor had told them. "Focus on the  cock. Let the cock
become the center of your world. Do not let anything distract  you." With
that said, she set about trying to distract the girls. She ran the  tip of a
crop between Kelly's legs causing the girl to gasp and stop sucking.  This
earned her a crack on the bottom with the mean crop and caused her to renew
her attentions to the cock.
The mistress ran her fingers over Meredith's  quivering bottom, causing the
slave to blush. But when the Norse Queen touched  Meredith's little pucker,
the girl straightened up quickly and arched her hips  forward to try to
escape the finger.  This earned her a crack with the  whip. "Suck! Focus!"
Alana's breasts were the next target of the mistress'  attention. She wrapped
her fingers around the base of each breast, squeezing  lightly and then
drawing her fingers downward toward the nipples. She repeated  this milking
motion several times until Alana moaned. CRACK went the crop.  "Focus, girl!"
went the mistress.
The blonde mistress kept moving from one  kneeling slave to another
providing instructions or trying to distract the  girls. "Use your tongue on the
head." "You can take it deeper than that." "Try  licking it like a lollipop."
 The crop was used to both distract and punish.  Kelly had the crop run up
her spine and, when she trembled, had it lashed across  her bottom. Meredith'
s pendulous breasts were swaying beneath her as she sucked  on the phallus.
When the mistress flicked the moving nipples with the crop and  the girl
jumped in surprise, the crop landed hard on her bottom. Alana felt the  handle
of the crop being slipped into her sex and she too jumped a little, only
to be rewarded with the sting of the crop on her bottom.
The door opened and  three naked men entered the room. The mistress
motioned to the kneeling women  and the men crossed the room with one kneeling
behind each girl. Quickly the  girls' hips were grasped and raised slightly and
the men arched forward,  impaling the girls on their large cocks.  "HEY!"
shouted Kelly, letting the  phallus slip from her mouth. She quickly started
sucking again and dropped her  protest when the crop started raining blows
onto her back and the upper swells  of her bottom. Alana and Meredith were
also stung by the crop when they lost  their concentration.  "Focus, girls,"
the mistress warned. "Focus. Your  world revolves around the cocks in your
mouths. You are nothing but a receptacle  for sperm to the cocks in your
pussies."
After the males had climaxed, the  arose and left the girls behind. The
mistress continued the lesson until she was  satisfied that the girls had
mastered the subject and then adjourned the class.
The three girls were given a five minute break and relaxed, lying together
in the sun. "That was sure different," commented Meredith.  "Sure was,"
replied Alana. "Hey Kelly, is it true what they say about black men?"
"That  was a black guy?" asked a stunned Kelly.  The mistress returned to
collect  her charges, leading the string of slaves to their next class.
Here, they were  instructed in posture and etiquette. They learned how to stand
and kneel  properly. They were taught how to walk, swaying their hips
seductively while  keeping their heads still enough so that books did not fall
from the tops of her  heads. And they were taught how to serve drinks and meals
in pleasing ways. By  the tim the class was over, it was dinner time.  The
girls were allowed to  shower quickly but had to do so together since they
were still linked by their  collars. Then the mistress led them into the
dining hall.
Alana was shocked  for yet another time that day when she saw the enormity
of the operation. There  had to be fifty slaves in the room, some serving,
some eating at tables and some  eating out of bowls on the floor. And there
must have been at least twenty five  masters and mistresses, all sitting at
tables and eating.  "Hi Gretchen,"  said a master as the girls were led past
his table. "These must be the new ones.  Are they behaving?"
"Hi Wally," responded the Nordic Queen. "They're the new  ones all right.
They're behaving okay. But they sure are slow."
Alana  furrowed her brow at the insult. She thought of herself as a quick
learner and  was offended by Gretchen's remark. She had even graduated Magna
Cum Laude.   But she remained silent to minimize the abuse to her body.
Gretchen led  the girls to the front of the room and then, one by one, she
detached the chain  and fastened one girl to each of the wooden Xs. She placed a
bucket of  clothespins on a bench in front of the girls and then sat down
at a table,  leaving the three slaves attached to the crosses.  As the
evening  progressed, the dominant diners would come up and inspect the girls.
Typically,  a master or mistress would start at one end and then move in
sequence down the  row of bound lovelies. Each person seemed to have a unique
inspection routine.  Some appeared to focus on muscle tone and spent their time
poking and pinching  arms, legs and bellies. Others seemed to be interested
in testing the quality of  each girl's skin. They would run their palms or
fingers lightly over the girl's  flesh to test its softness and suppleness.
There were also the teeth checkers,  the breast weighers, the nipple
stretchers, the cunt probers, and the labia  spreaders. There was even one dominant
who Alana dubbed the "orifice geek." He  seemed fascinated with peering up
the girls' nostrils and into their ears. Alana  wondered if he found nostrils
sexy and then shuddered at the thought.
When a  dominant was finished with all three girls, he or she would go to
the bucket,  pick out a clothespin, and then place it on the girl of his or
her choice. Kelly  was the first one to be thus blessed and let out a howl of
pain when the little  monster snapped shut on the tender outer swell of one
of her breasts. By the  time dinner was finished, each girl was wearing a
lot of the nasty little  devices. Alana had clothespins on each nipple,
several more on her breasts and  one on her clit hood. Meredith had fewer but had
one directly on her clit which  sent pain shooting through her entire body.
Kelly seemed to have the most of any  of the three and this was confirmed
when someone counted the clothespins and  removed them. Alana had nine.
Meredith had six. And seventeen were removed from  Kelly who was declared the
winner. Everyone clapped and cheered for Kelly.
"Bring out the rack," commanded the man who had removed the  clothespins.
Everyone remained silent as two slaves wheeled in a cart with  an odd
looking piece of furniture on it. It was made of metal tubes and leather  and its
purpose was still not clear when the slaves lifted it from the cart and
set it on the floor. But Alana and Meredith soon saw what it was intended for
as  Kelly was released and positioned on the rack.
There was a place for her to  kneel and then her legs were strapped into
place, leaving her thighs spread  wide. Then she was bent over until she was
supported at the waist by one leather  covered metal tube and at the
shoulders by another one. Her breasts dangled  freely beneath her chest. Her head
was lifted until she was looking straight  ahead and then her head was fitted
into a harness that was supported by two  vertical metal tubes. Once the
straps on the harness were tightened, the girl  could not move her head at all
and could only look straight ahead. The finishing  touch was to place an
O-gag in her mouth which kept her mouth stretched wide  open and prevented her
from speaking.  The man then signaled toward the  doorway and a female slave
led a big black Labrador Retriever into the room.  Again, everyone
applauded. Since Kelly could only look straight ahead, she had  no idea what all of
the clapping was about.  The dog was led to the front  of the room and then
was slowly walked around Kelly. Kelly jumped as much as her  bondage would
allow when she felt something cold and wet pressed against her sex  and then
relaxed in her bonds when it went away. But as the dog came into view  for
her, she screamed at the top of her lungs and struggled furiously as she
realized what was about to happen. The dog seemed to be amused by all of this
and started happily licking Kelly's face until he was pulled away and led to
the  other end of the device.  "Oh god," muttered Alana as she witnessed
the  spectacle. "This can't be happening."
The dog did not need any instructions  on the best use of a bound girl.
Alana suspected that he had been treated to  many naked girls before. He jumped
up and gripped Kelly's waist with his  forelegs, with his long, pink cock
jutting forward. The attending slave reached  down and helped glide the
glistening erection into the girl's waiting sex and  then the dog took over,
pounding furiously into the sobbing and wailing  slavegirl.  Meredith shut her
eyes and shook her head in disbelief. Alana  looked on as her owner was raped
by a dog and also shook her head in disbelief.  "It sure doesn't pay to
win around here," she thought.
Kelly continued to  struggle to no avail as the black lab continued to
thrust into her. Some of the  diners arose from their seats and came forward to
get a better view. One of the  mistresses who Alana had never seen before
started toying with one of Alana's  nipples, rolling it and stretching it as
she watched the dog taking the future  mistress in the rack. One of the
masters dropped his pants and thrust his cock  into Meredith's steamy sex,
craning his head to the side to be able to watch the  bestiality scene.
Yet another master unzipped his pants and positioned his  cock at Kelly's
mouth.  With the O-gag holding her mouth open, she was  totally defenseless.
With one thrust, Kelly found herself deep-throating  someone.  The dog kept
pumping and soon started growling. This scared Kelly  almost out of her
skin. All she could see what a bunch of pubic hair coming at  her and then
retreating but the dog seemed to be getting out of hand and nobody  was coming to
her rescue.
Soon after her moment of fear, however, the dog  let out a yelp and Kelly
felt the sperm shooting into her vagina. The dog  collapsed on top of her
with his front legs wrapped around her to wait until his  knot freed him.  The
cock in her mouth, however, was another matter. It  kept sliding slowly in
and impaling her throat before sliding back out to her  lips. She decided to
use some of what she had learned earlier from Mistress  Gretchen and brought
her tongue into action. Within a few more plunges, she had  coaxed a climax
out of her oral rapist and tasted the salty cum as it slid  across her
tongue and down her throat.
After dinner, the three girls were  led as a coffle to the tiny room where
they would sleep. There was a mattress on  the floor and nothing else in the
room.  They sighed as they saw the  Spartan surroundings and then sighed
again when they heard the door being locked  from the outside.
Despite the awkwardness of shifting positions caused by  the way they were
linked together by the chain, Alana and Meredith laid a dazed  Kelly on the
mattress between them. Alana cuddled up against Kelly's back,  pressing her
body against the teenager and spooned with her. She reached around  her
owner and cupped a breast, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Meredith laid  down
and backed up against Kelly to create another spoon. Then she reached back,
and pulled Kelly's hand to her breast, holding it there. The unstated goal
of  the two older slaves was to keep the youngest slave warm and to give her
comfort.


Chapter 11: The Hunt
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Tuesday was different  and yet was more of the same. Instead of phalluses,
it was plastic replicas of a  woman's privates. Again, Gretchen wielded the
crop and did her best to distract  the poor slavegirls. Again, male slaves
were brought in to fuck them in an  attempt to distract them. And, again,
their backs and bottoms felt the kiss of  the crop over and over again.  They
had another lesson in posture. They had  a consultation with the staff
beautician who made notes on flesh tones and hair  color. They were reassured that
they were each already beautiful but that she  would devise ways of
enhancing that beauty. And the beautician took the  opportunity to denude Meredith'
s and Kelly's sex resulting in all three girls  with a smooth, sleek look.
They were taken to the staff physician who  conducted a complete physical
on them. When he learned that Meredith was not on  any birth control program,
he made sure that the sex during her training would  not result in any
unwanted children. He also declared that their nipples and  labia were capable
of being pierced and ringed. This announcement was not met  warmly by any of
the three slaves.
In the afternoon, they were taken  outside. Three poles were standing in
the yard. They were each about waist high  and had rounded tops. Alana
remembered her first vision of this place and  immediately knew what was to happen
next. Sure enough, each girl was lifted and  then positioned so that, when
they were lowered, they would be impaled on the  posts. With great
efficiency, their minders slid them onto the poles and then  shackled their feet to
stakes in the ground so that their legs were spread  shoulder width.  Mistress
Gretchen reappeared carrying a long,  wicked-looking whip this time. She
announced that it was quiz time and started  asking questions that each girl
was expected to answer. Each correct answer was  rewarded with some kind of
pleasurable sensation such as the stroking of a clit  or the suckling of a
nipple. Each incorrect answer was met with the bite of the  whip. By the end
of the quiz, each girl had several mean-looking welts across  their backs.
Dinner was much the same. The girls were displayed on their  crosses and
clothespins were applied to the most sensitive parts of their  bodies. Alana was
terrified of each new clothespin, not because of the pain but  because of
what she knew the largest collection would bring. It was a close race  and
Alana could not tell who had the most. She knew that hers were painful as  her
nipples, clit and labia burned with pain. One master had even pried open
her  mouth, pulled out her tongue and snapped a clothespin on the tip of it.
When the  tally was finally taken, she learned that she and Kelly had each
received ten  and Meredith had been blessed with twelve of the little
monsters.  Meredith  was nearly hysterical as they released her from the cross. She
struggled  furiously and it took four slaves to secure her onto the rack
where she was to  meet her canine lover. Kelly and Alana watched in horror as a
German Shepherd  was trotted in and was eventually unleashed onto Meredith.
Meredith squealed and  pulled at her bindings as the big dog sank his cock
into her but was quickly  silenced when one of the masters plugged her mouth
with his large cock and she  quickly learned that it is impossible to shout
with a cock lodged in your  throat.
Kelly and Alana were not completely spared. A master and a mistress  were
amusing themselves by attaching clamps to Kelly's nipples and labia and  then
hanging weights from the clamps. Kelly groaned with each additional ounce
but never took her eyes off of the girl and dog.
Alana couldn't help but  take her eyes off of the scene. A mistress had
appeared in front of her holding  a long glass tube filled with needles and
some kind of liquid. After setting the  tube down, she withdrew a long needle,
shook it dry, lifted one of Alana's  breasts and then placed the tip of the
needle at the base of the defenseless  breast. With wide eyes, Alana watched
as the needle was pushed, tenting the  flesh inward for a moment before
piercing the skin. The mistress pushed slowly  and Alana felt every agonizing
inch of the progress that the needle made until  it emerged out the other
side. By the time the girl and dog had finished their  performance, Alana had a
needle through the base of each breast and two shorter  needles piercing
each nipple.  "This place is horrible," declared Kelly as  the three girls
spooned on their mattress that night. This time, it was Meredith  who was
tucked into the middle.  "I'll say," agreed Alana. "Some of these  people
belong in prison." "I don't know," offered Meredith. "It's only for a few
days and we'll get through it. Besides, it'll make us appreciate life all
that  much more when we get out. I think it's fine."
"Are you crazy?" blurted  Alana. "You were just raped by a dog. And you
think it's fine?"
"Well, it's  sure not something that I wanted to do," said Meredith in her
defense. "But  after awhile it was kind of enjoyable. And it was the first
time I ever climaxed  just through penetration."
"Wow," exclaimed Alana.
"Yeah, wow," echoed  Kelly.
Don't worry. I'm not going to rush out and buy a German Shepherd. But  I
wouldn't mind having that one again. And it was also kinda nice being the
center of attention. I had a whole room full of people watching me. That made
me  feel sexy."
Alana shook her head in disbelief but didn't say anything  because she didn'
t want to offend Meredith. Instead, she rolled over so she was  facing
Meredith, moved her hands up to cup her breasts and kissed her. "You are  always
sexy to me."
Wednesday was hunt day. After a morning class in which  they were taught
the finer points of licking asses and another visit to the  physician who gave
them a quick checkup, they were led to the gathering point.  All fifty or
so slaves were collected together inside the corral. There were  also about
seventy five or eighty people outside the corral so it was obvious  that
guests had come in to participate. One of the masters stood on a small  stage
and spoke into a microphone, broadcasting to the entire crowd.
"Welcome to the D bar S weekly hunt. Most of you have participated in the
hunt before, but for those of you who are new, let me go over the rules." "
We  are hunting for slaves. The slaves will be released momentarily and will
be  given a one hour head start. The bell will sound after the hour is up
and the  hunters can pursue at that time."
"We allow only paint guns. Nothing else is  acceptable. Each slave will be
fitted with goggles for protection but we still  ask that you try to avoid
head shots.  Any amount of paint anywhere on the  body will be considered a
kill. Anyone accidentally shooting another hunter will  spend the remainder
of the week in solitary confinement and will be banned from  participating in
future hunts." "This is not a `catch and release' event. This  is catch
and claim. You shoot it, you keep it. So aim wisely."
"There is a  two slave limit. Don't bag any more prey than that or you
will be banned from  future hunts."
"You get to keep whatever you bag until 8:00 tomorrow  morning. You may use
your prey in any way you like as long as it doesn't violate  the terms of
their enslavement. Term sheets are available in the ranch office  for review."
 Alana listened in amazement at the rules. "We have limitations?"  she
wondered.
"I haven't seen any limitations."
"Finally, I strongly  encourage all participants to stay within the
boundaries of the ranch. The  entire property is surrounded by electrified fence
and you will definitely ruin  your day if you touch it."
With that, a horn sounded and all of the goggled  slaves rushed out of the
corral, scattering in all directions to find a place to  hide. The dominants
lingered around, chatting and drinking coffee as they waited  for the
starting bell.
Even though they were no longer attached to one  another in a coffle,
Alana, Meredith, and Kelly remained together. It was sheer  pandemonium at first
as everyone scrambled toward the gate. Alana held her other  two fellow
slaves back with an arm around each waist to wait until things  settled down.
Meredith pressed close to Alana and Kelly rested her head on  Alana's shoulder
as they watched the naked bodies scattering in all  directions.  "Which way
should we go?" asked Alana.
"It doesn't  matter," replied a dejected Kelly. "We get fucked regardless.
" "Well not all  fucking is bad," said Meredith. This reduced Kelly and
Alana to a giggling  frenzy as they remembered Meredith's love affair with the
German Shepherd. Soon,  Meredith was giggling also. "Well, it's true," she
managed to say in her defense  as the giggling died down.
"So are we going to make it easy for them or are  we going to give them a
challenge?" asked Alana.
"I'm okay with a  challenge," said Kelly. "I just know I'm going to get
fucked." Alana grew  irritated by Kelly's whining and her defeatist
attitude. "Look Kelly," Alana  said as she gripped her owner's jaw in one hand and
leaned in until their noses  were almost touching. "If you want to walk up
to them and say `shoot me,' that's  fine with me. I agree we'll probably
all get fucked in the end. But if they're  going to rape me, they're going to
have to work for it." Alana took Meredith's  hand and walked her out of
the corral leaving it empty except for Kelly. The  dominants watched as the
two women strode away with their heads held high and  without the fear and
anxiety that the others had shown before them. They also  watched as the last
slave scurried out of the corral and caught up with the  other two.
"The blonde's mine," claimed one master.
"Fine with me," said  another. "I'm setting my sights on the redhead."
"The brunettes actually a  mistress," said a third. "I'm aiming for her."
"Good luck," said one of the  mistresses. "But I'm bagging two of them.
And I don't care which two."
Kelly  caught up with her two comrades. "I'm sorry. I guess this place is
just getting  to me."
"It's getting to all of us," replied Alana. And then she thought she
needed to bolster Kelly's resolve. "But we still have to give it our best shot,
 Mistress."
Both Kelly and Meredith turned to Alana in surprise at her  calling Kelly
Mistress again. Alana ignored the stares but kept walking her two  friends
toward the woods.
Once inside the forest, Alana got the trio  running. She intended to put a
lot of distance between where they were last seen  and where they would end
up. She had hoped that walking away would lull the  hunters into thinking
that they could easily find the three girls. And she  assumed that she and her
two fellow slaves would be high priority targets on  most lists.
Running was hard, though. Each of the girls had too much  movement on their
chests. Plus, the ground was littered with sticks and stones  that kept
stabbing at their feet. But Alana kept her charges moving. Twigs  whipped
against their faces and arms. Tall grass snapped at their calves and  thighs.
Each of them developed their own form of running but they each used some
variation of an arm across the chest to prevent the breasts from bouncing too
much and an outstretched arm to keep twigs from slashing at their unprotected
flesh.  They ran through the woods until they had circled around to the
other side of the ranch buildings. Occasionally, they would spot a naked body
hiding behind a tree or a rock. "Targets," muttered Alana. After they had
gone  that far, they moved deeper into the woods looking for a place that
would  provide shelter for three naked girls. Eventually, they found a rock
outcropping  with many nooks and crannies that would hide them. They found
three that were  close together and that would provide them with the ability to
look out to see  if anyone was coming. And then they settled back to wait.
"Thanks, Alana,"  said Kelly as she laid against her pet with her head
resting on Alana's breast.
"It's okay, Mistress," replied Alana as she stroked the girl's hair.  "
Everyone has moments like that."
"Mistresses aren't supposed to, though."
"How do you know that?" asked Alana. "You've only been a mistress as long
as  I've been a slave. And I sure don't know what slaves are supposed to
do or not  do."
"But you're a perfect slave."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Alana. "I  guess we'll just have to learn
about all of this together."
Kelly smiled and  tilted her head up kissing Alana. "We'll make it up as
we go along, I guess. I  wonder how many other mistresses have ever been
fucked by a dog and then hunted  down like an animal."
"Who knows?" sighed Alana. "This is strange stuff."  The day wore on and
the girls occasionally sighted a slave or a hunter off in  the distance, but
nobody came near their little hideout. They lounged in their  temporary
home, taking little naps, cuddling together for comfort or just  because it
felt good and chatting.
"I know you two think I've lost it,"  started Meredith, "but I kind of
like this."
"You really have lost it,"  quipped Kelly.
"Really, I do," Meredith continued. "It's exciting. I've  never felt more
alive in my life! Just think about what I would be doing if I  weren't here.
" "You'd be doing whatever you wanted," said Kelly. Alana remained
silent because she didn't want to get into an argument. Besides, in a strange
way, she agreed with Meredith.
"I'd be doing laundry and running errands.  I'd be cleaning or watching
TV. And I'd be sleeping in an empty bed. At least  until Ted got home at the
end of the week. How exciting does that sound? Here, I  get to try new things
and everything that we've done has been thrilling if you  look at it
closely. And I get to sleep with two beautiful women at night."
Alana gave her a hug and a kiss. "I love sleeping with you too." "Me too"
 said Kelly, not to be left out, as she kissed Meredith and gave her
breasts a  squeeze.
Meredith smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around Kelly and  Alana,
holding one of the girls' breasts in each hand. "I guess we really are  slave
sisters.  Well maybe not sisters. That would mean we've been  committing
incest. But I do love the two of you."
"Speaking of Ted," Alana  said, "have you figured out if you are going to
include him?"
"No, not  really," replied Meredith. "What do you think?"
"Well, I don't really know  him. Would he be a master or a slave?"
"Beats me. Which would you prefer?"
Alana laughs. "I guess it might be nice to have a slave brother." "Mom
thinks he's slave material," offered Kelly. "She didn't picture him as a
master."
"Well maybe I'll include him then," said Meredith. "It seems that  Grace
has this all planned out too."
Their conversation was interrupted by  some shouts. The three heads peeked
up over the rocks and looked down into the  clearing. Running across the
grassy opening being pursued by two men with guns.  The girl was almost back
into the woods when a third hunter emerged from the  side of the clearing,
raised his gun and shot, leaving a bright blue spot on the  girl's thigh. The
girls had seen their first slave being bagged. The winning  hunter walked to
the girl and stood over her, pulling a blue tag out of his  pocket. He
leaned down and, with an industrial size clamp attached to the tag,  clipped it
to the girl's nipple, causing her to shriek. They saw the hunter  saying
something to the girl but they were too far away to make out any words.  At
about this time, the first two hunters arrived at the girl and all three
hunters carried on a conversation with the captured slave at their feet.
One  of the hunters was scanning the area, obviously looking for more prey.
As his  gaze turned toward the three girls, all three heads ducked down
quickly.   Alana was the first to peek her head back up and saw the man
pointing into the  woods in the direction they had come from. All three hunters
started back in  that direction, leaving the girl with the clamped nipple and
the paint blot  lying alone in the clearing. The men disappeared into the
woods and, about  fifteen minutes later, a jeep arrived. Two men got out of the
jeep, hogtied the  blue slave, and threw her into the back of the jeep to
drive her back to the  ranch.
"That was sure different," said Kelly.
"Wow, that was exciting!"  exclaimed a flushed Meredith who was rubbing
her thighs together unashamedly.
Alana laughed softly. "You really are too much." The afternoon wore on.
The  girls weren't sure how late it was, but guessed it to be about 3:00. "
What do  you suppose happens if nobody shoots us?" asked Kelly.  "I don't
know.  Maybe we're free?"
"I sure hope someone shoots me. I'm so horny I'm about to  explode!"
claimed Meredith. I need a cock and I don't care what's attached at  the other
end at this point!"
"Well, we don't have cocks, but I'm sure Alana  and I can help you out,"
offered Kelly as she reached over and started toying  with Meredith's stiff
and aroused nipples.
"What the heck," said Alana as  she pushed Meredith onto her back and then
laid down between her spread legs.  Kelly moved her lips from a nipple to
Meredith's lips and then back to a nipple,  repeating this over and over
again. Alana used her newly learned skills to tease  and toy with Meredith's
overheated sex, nibbling on the clit, stroking the  labia, stabbing into the
vagina until Meredith was moaning loudly.
"Quiet  her down," warned Alana. Kelly quickly solved the problem of the
noisy slave by  squatting over the girl and lowering her own sex to muffle
Meredith's moans. She  continued to toy with the nipples rolling them back and
forth and pulling them  upward, stretching Meredith's large breasts into
long cones on her chest.
Alana returned to her task and swirled her tongue around the throbbing
clitoris causing Meredith's belly to quiver. Kelly was enjoying her role as
muffler as Meredith would open her mouth and flutter her tongue over Kelly's
gaping sex.  Alana's tongue and lips soon proved too much for Meredith to
bear and her entire body tensed in a gigantic orgasm. As soon as Meredith had
 stopped moaning, Kelly lifted herself off the girl's face and then
relaxed,  resting her head on Meredith's breast to use it as a pillow. "Mmmm, that
was  nice," observed Kelly.  "Mmmmmm, I'll say," murmured Meredith.
The sun  kept getting lower in the sky and the girls were starting to get
hungry.   "We have to figure out what we're going to do or we might find
ourselves out  here all night," said Alana.
"That's fine with me," said Kelly. "I'm in no  hurry for more abuse.
Besides, what else could they do to us? Make us slaves?"  "I don't want to stay
here all night. I still want those cocks," said Meredith  with a twinkle in
her eyes. This earned her a punch on the shoulder from both  other girls.
The three girls were lying together with Kelly in the middle.  Kelly was
growing bored and was entertaining herself by suckling on one of  Alana's
nipples for a bit before moving to suckle one of Meredith's. Meredith  was
trying to take a nap and kept trying to swat Kelly away but eventually gave  up
and closed her eyes.  Alana was deep in thought about what Meredith had  said
earlier. She felt pretty much the same way as Meredith and she found it
disturbing. How can being owned by someone else and being put through an
endless  string of humiliations be exciting and appealing?
Their nap time was finally  interrupted by a feminine voice. "Hello, my
lovelies."
The three girls  snapped awake and sat up quickly, looking up to see a
woman in a western riding  outfit pointing a gun at them. "Everyone has been
looking all over for you. You  were considered the prime catches of the day.
You found a great hiding place."
"But now we have a problem. I'm only allowed to bag two and yet there are
three of you."
"Hello, Mistress," said Alana.
The woman smiled at Alana  and shot her, leaving a bright purple spot
splattered on her chest. "Hello,  girl." The woman then shot Meredith and
Meredith ended up wearing an identical  purple splatter on her belly. "I'd love
to shoot you too, little one," she said  to Kelly, "but I'm only allowed
two. So you run along." "What?!?!?!" asked a  surprised Kelly. "I'm not going
to go running out there!" The woman smiled again  and rested her gun
against a rock. Then she unhooked a mean-looking whip that  was coiled on her belt
and shook it out. "Suits me just fine," she said as she  snapped the whip,
catching the tip of one of Kelly's breasts.
"Ow!" shouted  Kelly. The whip whistled through the air again and Kelly
felt the bite on her  thigh. "Okay okay I'll go," she said. She got up and
turned to her two comrades,  "I guess I'll see you back at the ranch." And,
with that, she started running  down the rocky slope to the clearing.  Alana
and Meredith watched as Kelly  sprinted across the clearing and heard the
shouts of hunters who emerged from  one of the sides of the field. One raised
his gun and fired, but missed the  teenager. Another one shot but the paint
hit a tree just as Kelly disappeared  into the forest.  "You go girl"
whispered Meredith.
By the time they  returned to the ranch, Kelly was already there wearing a
yellow splatter on her  shoulder. All of the slaves were kneeling beside t
heir owners for the night so  Alana and Meredith also kneeled beside their new
owner.  Awards were given  out to the hunters, some of which were in jest.
One man received an award for  the most useless shots taken in the day. A
woman received an award for first  kill and another man received an award for
the longest shot.  Several  people received the sure-shot award and it was
described as an award for using  only one shot for each kill. There was only
one award for the slaves. It was for  the last slave bagged and that slave
was to be dubbed the king or queen of the  hunt. Kelly found herself wearing
the crown and blushed as all eyes turned to  the new queen of the hunt.
Alana chuckled to herself seeing Kelly wearing  the crown. "Now we have a
slave princess and a slave queen," she thought.



Chapter 12: Grace Gathers the Flock
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"Unfortunately, Grace, I wasn't able  to." Grace had just returned to the
ranch and had asked Charles how he enjoyed  his time training her daughter. "
Things came up that required my attention. But  she was in good hands.
Gretchen looked after them. And I'd like a rain check.  I'll train her myself
some other time." Grace laughed. "I'll bet you would. How  did she do?" "
She did great. All three of them did great. You might call them  the belles of
the ball," he said.
"Oh?"
Charles described the events of  the past three days and how they had
become dinner-time favorites. He related  Gretchen's evaluation, which was
nothing but glowing. And he described how the  three girls had been at the top of
everyone's target lists for the hunt.
"As  you know, we generally get a large gathering of owners at these
events.   Well, I have never seen anything quite like yesterday. Some of the other
slaves  had a hard time getting shot because everyone wanted to wait to
save their last  shot for one of your three. In fact, I can't tell you how many
people wanted to  buy them. I kept telling them that I didn't think they
were for sale but they  just kept hounding me. Finally, I gave up."
Grace gasped. "You sold them?"
"No, no, don't worry about that," reassured Charles. I told each of them
to  give me a sealed bid and I promised them that I would deliver them to you.
"  "That's interesting," mused Grace. "How many bids did you get?"
Charles opened  the drawer to his desk and pulled out a stack of envelopes,
dumping them on the  table in front of Grace. "That's how many." "Oh my," said
Grace. "I guess they  really were popular. Shall we see what they are worth?"

Charles and Grace  spent the next fifteen minutes slicing the envelopes
open and reading the bids.  Some were for individual girls and others were for
the threesome. There was no  girl who appeared to be the favorite as the
individual bids were fairly evenly  distributed. Alana, however, received the
highest bid at five million dollars.  This caused Grace to gasp and reread
the bid closely. But even on closer  examination, she had been offered an even
five million dollars for her neighbor.
Several of the bids were for all three girls with the highest bid being ten
 million dollars. "I could set up a real business with numbers like this,"
 observed Grace.
"If you keep bringing me girls like this," Charles said, "we  would both
be very wealthy in no time."
Charles brought Gretchen in to  personally give her report. Grace was truly
impressed by the tall, buxom blonde  woman. She couldn't help herself from
imagining the woman naked, with a collar  around her neck and kneeling at
her feet. Grace knew that she was being  ridiculous and that she already had
her hands full. But still, this woman was  striking.  Gretchen gave her
report. "They are truly the most amazing three  creatures I have ever seen. They
are each beautiful, lively, fun-loving, caring,  and extremely sexual." She
went on to describe some of the events and used the  giggle-fit in the
corral as an example of their fun-loving personalities. "All  of the other slaves
just wanted to get away and were worried. Your three looked  as if they didn
't have a care in the world and were enjoying themselves." She  described
she had been told by the mistress who captured them during the hunt.  "
Everyone had been looking for them. Mistress Karen finally found them near the
western border of the ranch. They were lying together comfortably and relaxed
 and Kelly was amusing herself by alternately sucking Alana's and Meredith'
s  nipples. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was very sexual." "I know that
they are  out of my league, financially," Gretchen continued, "but it would
be an honor  and a pleasure to be able to train them again." Grace smiled. "
Thank you for the  report. And thank you for caring for my pets. I would
love for you to be with  them again. Should I arrange that with Charles or
directly with you?"
"Either way," replied Gretchen. "I just want to be able to enjoy them
again." Gretchen left and Charles led Grace outside where the three girls were
lined up in a coffle again. Grace kissed the cheek of each girl and
squeezed  both breasts, even Kelly's. Then she thanked Charles and loaded her cargo
into  the minivan. She had expected Kelly to protest riding naked in the
back with the  property but Kelly eagerly clambered in with the other two
naked females.   There was an occasional comment or question at first, but the
conversation was  pretty limited. Grace decided not to interrogate the girls
about the experience  and just drove silently. By the time they reached the
highway, however, Grace  felt like she had three teenagers in the back
instead of one plus two  adults.  They chattered incessantly and she listened
intently.
"What  was your favorite part?" asked Kelly.
"The hunt!" exclaimed Meredith. "No  wait! The male slaves during our
classes."
"Not the German Shepherd?" asked  Kelly.
"Kel!" protested Meredith. "Your mom's listening."
"So what? She  owns you. Was it the dog or not?" Meredith groaned. "Well I
really liked the  dog. But I still think that the hunt was my favorite part.
"
All three girls  quizzed each other and compared notes. "Who was your
favorite master?" "Who was  your favorite mistress?" "How big was the biggest
cock that you took?" "How many  times did you deep throat?" It was like
bringing young teenagers back from a  dance, although the topics were quite a
bit different. The enthusiasm and the  excitement were exactly the same,
though.  By they time they arrived home,  Grace had heard an earful. Most people
wouldn't have believed what she heard,  but she knew it to be true. What she
couldn't believe was how excited Kelly was  about all of this. Maybe her
daughter was better suited to be a slave. But  surely, she couldn't own her
own daughter.  That evening, the bevy of naked  beauties was gathered at Grace'
s feet. She told them how proud she was of their  behavior for the past
three days and how each of them needed some time to think  and reflect on the
experience. They were told that they would have the day to  themselves
tomorrow and would meet again in the evening.
"What are you  planning on doing tomorrow?" Meredith asked Alana.  "Work
on the house,"  she replied. "I keep getting distracted from my main project.
"
"I'll help.  I'll come over tomorrow and we should be able to get twice as
much done."
"Me too," offered Kelly. "I'll be over bright and early." Friday morning,
 there were three naked girls working in Alana's house. Kelly worked on
cleaning  out the basement while Alana finished painting the family room. Other
than the  kitchen, the entire downstairs would be finished by that evening.
Meredith was  not all that handy but was able to handle the job of
stripping wallpaper in one  of the bedrooms. She also took care of lunch and made
sure that refreshments  were available whenever needed.  By mid-afternoon, one
room was finished,  the basement was clean and the bedroom walls were
stripped and ready to be  prepared for painting. The three girls took showers and
then relaxed for a bit.  Kelly announced that the remodeling plans had to
include a shower or bath big  enough for all three of them, though.  They sat
at the kitchen table for a  bit and gabbed about their experiences at the
ranch. Despite the humiliations  and the hardships, it didn't seem as if any
of the girls regretted their time  there.
"I'm horny," Meredith announced after awhile. Alana just grabbed a  banana
and slid it across the table to the horny slave causing all three girls  to
break out laughing.
When the laughing died down, Meredith went on. "I  mean it. I'm horny. Let'
s go to bed."
Kelly immediately popped up. "I'm  ready."
Alana rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. Some workers you turn out to be,
though." They spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and caressing and nibbling
and sucking and probing. They eventually fell asleep in their normal
spooning  arrangement with Alana in the middle this time. Kelly was behind Alana
and had  reached around to hold one of Alana's breasts. Similarly, Alana
cradled one of  Meredith's. Meredith had no breasts to hold, so she reached back
and rested her  hand on Alana's thigh. It was in this position that Grace
found them at the end  of the day. And it was at that moment that she decided
that Kelly would also  become one of her slaves. And it was also at that
moment that she decided that  Ted would have to be a co-owner of the girls
with her.  She hoped that Ted  would be up to the task. She had previously
labeled him as slave material. He  would need a lot of work and coaching. She
would have to talk this over with  Charles. Maybe Gretchen could help in some
way.  She let the girls sleep  and went downstairs to Alana's kitchen. She
rummaged around and was eventually  able to find what she needed to make a
cup of tea. As she sat at the kitchen  table, she started to formulate a plan.
 Ted would be coming home this  evening. He may already be there, for all
she knew. Then she paused and wondered  what had gone through his mind when
he had been unable to reach his wife for  three evenings. And she wondered
how Meredith had explained away her  unavailability.
She would talk privately with Ted on Saturday. That seemed  easy enough.
The girls seemed to be inseparable at this point. If they were  planning on
working on Alana's house, that would provide the opportunity. If  not, she
would create the opportunity by sending them shopping.


Chapter 13: Forming a Partnership
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"I don't understand," a confused Ted  responded. And he truly looked
confused with his brow furrowed and his eyes  narrowed. Grace hoped she was not
making a mistake. Grace had been talking with  Ted for about fifteen minutes
and they were just getting to the slavery.
"It's quite simple, really," Grace explained. "I'm sure that you know
about  slavery. It's when people own other people. I'm giving you the
opportunity to be  a co-owner with me of three beautiful women."
"Sounds great," he said. "But  Meredith would kill me."
"Maybe not," said Grace. "She seems to have an open  mind."
"Would she be an owner too?"
"Definitely not," Grace said,  emphatically. "The girls would just belong
to you and me." Grace knew that she  was making headway when she glanced
down at Ted's lap. There was a noticeable  tent forming in the front of his
shorts. Ted obviously liked the idea of owning  and controlling three girls.  "
You will need some training, though," Grace  continued. "You are new to
this. I will arrange for you to receive the proper  education." "Why me?"
asked Ted.
"That's a fair question," answered Grace.  "To begin with, three is too
many for me. I'm not willing to sell any of them,  but I'm not able to
handle them alone.  Second, you seem like someone who  enjoys woman and who can
handle them appropriately, if properly trained. And  you're a neighbor, so it
would be convenient."
Ted thought for a moment  trying to think about why this offer seemed too
good to be true. "They aren't a  bunch of ugly scags, are they?" "Certainly
not," replied Grace, indignantly. "I  only take the most desirable slaves.
And I will tell you confidentially that I  have already been offered ten
million dollars for the three of them."
Ted  whistled. "Wow! Why didn't you sell them?"
"Because they are too precious to  me."
"What do I do with slaves?" asked Ted.
"Whatever you want," replied  Grace. "That's the beauty of it. They
cannot say no. Oh, they might complain or  whine at times, but they are your
property. You make the decisions. If you want  them firmer, you exercise them.
If you want to display them, you display them.  If you want them always naked
for you, they will always be naked. You can  decorate their bodies with
piercings, tattoos or brands. Personally, I don't  like tattoos, but I have
been toying with the idea of nipple rings for these  three. And I intend to
brand them and have them registered soon."
"Registered?" asked Ted.
"I'll get to that in a moment, but let me  finish answering your first
question.  You can work them in the yard or  have them clean your house and
cook your meals."
"Meredith would like that,"  commented Ted.
Grace ignored the interruption and continued. "They can be  used for
massages or they can bathe and dress you. If you need a footstool for  watching
television, use your slave. And of course there is always sex. You are  free
to use a slave in any form of sex."
"Wow!" exclaimed Ted. "Where do I  sign up?"
"As far as registration is concerned, it is similar to registering  your
car, although the government is not involved for obvious reasons. This is  not
necessary but it is helpful in certain situations. "A registration is
required in order to sell a slave."
This caused Ted's eyes to open wide but  did nothing to abate the huge
erection poking at the front of his shorts.
"Registering also allows you to create title of ownership. Kind of like a
deed.  Remember, they are property, so it's helpful to have a title. And
sometimes, slaves are stolen. Registration is helpful in tracking the slaves
down and restoring them to their proper owners. That's the reason I'm
planning  on having these three registered. I already know there's a huge demand
for them  and it wouldn't surprise me if someone is already making plans to
steal them. I  just want to protect my property rights."
"Wow!" repeated Ted. "Part of me  says sign me up yesterday. But another
part says I need to talk this over with  Meredith."
"Then lets talk it over with Meredith. She's over at Alana's  right now
helping with the remodeling. Should we go over there or have her come  over
here?" "We?" asked a puzzled and clueless Ted. "Do you really think it's
wise for both of us to present this to her?"
"I think that's best," replied  Grace. "As I said, she seems pretty
open-minded to me. And she may have some  questions that you aren't prepared to
answer. So, I'll be there."
"Okay,  let's do it. But we should do it here so Alana doesn't overhear
anything."
Grace got up and walked to the phone, dialing Alana's number. Luckily,
Meredith answered. "I'm at your house, dear," Grace informed her. "Come over
now, if you please."
"Yes, Mistress," was the reply and the phone line went  dead.  It took
about twenty minutes for Meredith to show up at her house.  "Sorry," she
apologized. "I took a quick shower so I didn't track paint  everywhere and didn'
t get any on my clothes." Ted never even thought to ask what  Meredith had
been wearing during her painting if she wasn't wearing her own  clothes.
Meredith sat down next to Ted and smiled at Grace. "What's up?"  "Well,"
started Grace, "I have made Ted a proposition. And he correctly wanted  to get
your input first."
"Oh?" responded Meredith. Here it comes, she  thought. Ted's going to be a
slave too.
"Yes. And he seems interested, but  wanted to see how you felt about it. I
have this little problem and I asked your  husband if he would be kind
enough to help me with it. You see, I own three  slaves."
"Three!!!" asked an astonished Meredith. Ted was convinced that  Meredith
was stunned at Grace declaring that she owned slaves and was reassured  that
he had correctly predicted to Grace that this would all be quite shocking
to his wife.  In reality, Meredith was shocked at the number and not the
fact that Grace owned slaves. She only knew about herself being Grace's slaves
 and she wondered where Grace kept the other two hidden. Maybe she was
including  Ted in the count already, but that still left one unaccounted for.  "
Yes,  dear," nodded Grace. "I own three slaves. And it's a bit much for one
person to  handle, as I'm sure you can understand. So I have asked Ted if
he would mind  being co-owner with me for the slaves."
Meredith glanced quickly at Ted and,  seeing the front of his shorts being
pushed outward, knew that her husband found  the proposition attractive. But
her own husband owning her? How would that work?
"Wow!" was all that Meredith could manage.
"Yes, I'm sure that all of  this is quite surprising," Grace continued. "
There are not a lot of slave owners  around, and you would be married to
one. And you would have a neighbor who also  owns slaves."
Meredith nodded silently, unable to find words. Again, she  looked at Ted
who nodded to her and then back to Grace. "I guess it's okay with  me. I
mean if that's something that Ted wants to do." Then turning back to her
husband, she asked, "Is it something you want to do?"
"Yes, love, it is,"  responded Ted, reaching out to stroke the back of
Meredith's hand. "I don't know  much about it, but Grace has offered training
for me. But I didn't want to do  anything without your knowledge and
approval. Grace also tells me that the  slaves can do the cleaning and cooking." "
Oh did she?" asked Meredith who then  gave an icy stare to her owner. "Well
then, I guess it's settled. When do you  take ownership?" Ted was shocked
that she accepted the proposition so easily and  then looked over to Grace
for guidance. "No time like the present, I always  say," she replied.  Then
she smiled at Ted. "Before we finalize this  agreement, however, you should
know that Meredith is one of the slaves."
"What?!?!?!?" sputtered Ted. Then he turned to Meredith. "You? A slave?"
Meredith nodded quietly and blushed deeply.
"Yes," she replied quietly.  "Me. I'm Grace's slave."
"Who are the others?" he asked his wife.
"I  don't know. I only knew about me," Meredith said. Then she turned to
Grace.
"Who are the others, Mistress?"
"Well, dear, there's been a little  change of plan," Grace explained. "I
decided that Kelly would be happier as a  slave. She came back from the
ranch happier than I have ever seen her. So she  and Alana are the other two." "
Alana?" asked Ted as his ears perked up. Hearing  this news also caused his
cock to perk up and threatened to tear through the  front of his shorts. "
The Alana next door?"
Grace laughed. "Yes, the Alana  next door. And the Kelly is my daughter,
which is the other reason I needed you  to be co-owner. I will consider you to
be the primary owner of Kelly. I will be  the primary owner of Alana and
Meredith." "Wow!" said Ted and Meredith in  unison.
Grace then led the married couple over to Alana's house. Meredith  removed
her shorts and top out of habit and hung them on the hook by the door.  Ted'
s eyes opened wide when she saw his wife stripping down and then standing
naked in the neighbor's house without any sign of embarrassment. Then his
eyes  just about popped out of his head when Alana and Kelly entered the room.
 "Eeeek," shrieked Kelly upon seeing the male standing in the doorway. "
Sorry, I  didn't know we had company."
Grace smiled and motioned for the three girls  to kneel as she sat on the
couch with Ted. Then she explained the new  arrangement.  Ted's jaw had
dropped and he had a hard time keeping his  mouth closed. Meredith thought he
looked like some kind of village idiot with  that look on his face but she
figured he would get used to having three naked  girls hanging around soon
enough. And she knew him well enough to know that he  would enjoy sampling the
fruits of the three lovelies.
"There is going to be  a change," Grace explained. Then she went on to
explain how all three girls were  going to be owned by Grace and Ted. Kelly's
eyes opened wide when she learned  that she was going to be a slave but she
remained silent.  Finally, she  finished. "Are there any questions?"
"I have one," said Alana. "Does this  mean that Kelly doesn't own me any
more?" "That's correct," replied Grace. "Next  weekend, you will all be
registered. You and Meredith will be registered as my  property. Kelly will be
registered as belonging to Ted. But I intend to treat  all three of you as
equals and any one of you can be used by either of us."
"Oh," said Alana. Once again, just as she was getting used to the way
things  were, they changed. At least this time, it wasn't a change for the
worse. It was  just a change.
"What did Kelly do to deserve the demotion?" asked Alana. "I  thought she
was a very good mistress."
"This is not a demotion, pet,"  replied Grace. "It's just a change. I
have never seen Kelly happier than she has  been after the ranch. And seeing
the three of you cuddled together on your bed  yesterday convinced me that she
would enjoy spending some time as a slave. And,  when I decide that she
will be happier as an owner, then she will be released  and I will give her
title to you." "Oh," was all that Alana said. She still had  more questions
but decided not to pursue them at this time. She needed to sort  things out
and get used to the new situation.
"Now, Kelly," instructed  Grace. "Come here."
Kelly crawled forward until she was kneeling in front of  her mother. Grace
reached down and cupped her daughter's breasts in her hands  and held them
until Kelly looked up into her eyes. "You make a lovely slavegirl.  And I
have a lovely present for you." She released one of the breasts and then
fished a collar out of her pocket, handing it to Ted.
"You should be the one  to put it on her," Grace said as she resumed
holding both breasts, fondling them  and stroking them. Ted turned the collar in
his hand and read the inscription.  "Kelly Dodd. Property of Ted Crandall."
He slid forward on the couch and placed  the collar around the teenager's
neck, buckling it snugly.  It was only  then that he noticed that Alana was
wearing a very similar collar but that  Meredith had none.
Grace realized what Ted was thinking and spoke up.  "Meredith would have
removed her collar before coming home earlier." Then she  turned back to
Meredith. "Go fetch your collar and let Ted see it."
"Yes  Mistress," said Meredith as she arose and went into the other room.
She returned  with the collar fastened around her neck and walked back over
to her husband,  kneeling before him to let him inspect the collar. This
caused Ted to whistle  again.
Using her thumbs to stroke Kelly's nipples back and forth causing  them to
stiffen, Grace spoke to her daughter again. "You should thank your new
owner." "Yes Mistress," replied Kelly. She arose and moved a couple of steps to
 the side before kneeling at Ted's feet. "Thank you Master for the lovely
collar.  How may I please you?"
This question caught Ted totally by surprise and he  was at a loss for
words.  Grace interceded. "He looks quite uncomfortable,  pet. Perhaps you could
free the straining in his shorts and see what you can do  to relax it."
Kelly blushed as she realized she had just been given instructions  to give Ted
a blowjob in front of the others in the room. But she simply nodded  and
got to work. "Yes Mistress."
Again, Ted was caught totally by surprise.  Kelly had reached up to the
waist band of his shorts and had started tugging  them downward. He reached for
his shorts to try to hold them on but then saw the  plaintiff look in Kelly'
s eyes as she looked up at him. Reluctantly, he let go  of the shorts and
she was able to slide them down his legs freeing his cock and  letting it
sway back and forth in the air.
Kelly set the shorts aside and  then leaned forward, kissing the tip of the
shaft before wrapping her lips  around it. She slid her lips up and down
the cock, using her tongue to bathe it  and tease it. Grace spread her legs
apart and then patted each leg indicating  that the girls should sit in her
lap. Alana and Meredith both got up and sat  down on their owner's legs to get
a better view of what Kelly was doing with her  new owner. Grace reached
around each girl and claimed a breast, which she  squeezed and stroked as she
watched her daughter stimulating Ted.
Ted leaned  back against the couch as the delicate lips worked on his cock
sending delicious  thrills through his body. He watched the brown hair bob
up and down and heard  small slurping sounds emerging from Kelly's lips. She
slid her lips all the way  to the bottom, allowing his cock to slide into
her throat and eliciting a groan  from him as her throat muscles contracted
around the sensitive head of the  shaft. Shortly after that, her lips held the
head just inside her mouth and she  alternately fluttered her tongue over
it and lightly grazed it with her teeth.  Another groan was heard.
Grace was teasing the stiff nipples of her own two  slaves during the show
and could feel herself getting wet. She would have to  have her girls take
care of her desires soon, but first she needed to make sure  that everything
was in place.
Eventually, Kelly coaxed an orgasm out of Ted  and kept her lips wrapped
around the shaft to catch all of his sperm. She  swallowed all of the salty
cum and then licked the penis clean before kneeling  back on her heels and
looking up at her owner. "I hope that I have pleased you,  Master." "Oh my god
yes," stuttered a breathless Ted. "Wow! That was wonderful!"
"So what do you think of my proposition now?" asked Grace.
"Sign me up!"  grinned Ted. "Can I borrow her tonight?"
"You own her. You don't need to  borrow her," was Grace's response.
"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting. This takes  some getting used to."


Chapter 14: Educating the New Master
====================================
That evening, the flock was gathered  at the Dodd residence. Grace
continued to think of it as more of a flock than a  harem, but eventually it would
be a harem.  And either Ted would perform as  the new Master or he would
become the eunuch.  Ted rarely saw any of the  girls wearing clothes during the
rest of the day. The only time that they wore  anything at all was when they
would cross from one house to another. Then they  looked just like any
other housewife or neighbor.  Nothing revealing. In  fact, they usually wore
something nondescript and baggy to avoid calling  attention to themselves.
The girls prepared dinner while Grace and Ted  talked in the living room.
There were always two girls in the kitchen with one  in attendance in the
living room to meet the needs of the two owners. Grace  talked past the slaves
as she talked about them or other matters and behaved as  if they were not
even there. Each of the girls experienced it and each of them  felt
peculiarly about it. Ted had difficulty with this and was self-conscious in  what he
said because the girls might hear.
Grace was anxious to get Ted  trained and had talked to Charles in the
afternoon.  Charles said that  there were no openings in the upcoming week but
that he could fit Ted in the  following week. Ted agreed to take a week of
vacation so he would be able to  attend.
"What will the training be like?" he asked.
"I would imagine  that they will alternate. On some days, you will be
treated as a slave so that  you can start to understand what it's like and how
they are expected to behave.  On other days, you will be taught different ways
of handling and enjoying the  slaves."
Ted gulped. "I'm to be treated as a slave?" What does that  include?"
Grace laughed as she saw all of the color drain from Ted's face.  "Not to
worry.  The girls survived. They spent a few days there this week.  We'll
have them describe their experiences after dinner."
"Girls? The girls  went to training? My Meredith? I thought only Kelly went
there."
Grace shook  her head. "All three of them went. From what I understand,
they were quite  popular. But I need to correct you. It is MY Meredith now. She
is your wife. She  is my slave. Her body, mind and soul are my property now.
" "Oh yeah," he  replied. "Like I said, it takes some time getting used
to."
For dinner,  Grace was seated at one end of the table and Ted at the other
end.   Meredith knelt beside Grace's chair and Kelly knelt beside Ted's.
Alana remained  standing and did all of the serving and clearing.  Ted watched
as Grace  would cut little morsels from the food on her plate and then feed
it to  Meredith. Ted took the hint and similarly fed his slavegirl.  There
was  only light conversation during dinner and certainly nothing about
slavery. Grace  asked Ted about his job and the two of them discussed favorite
vacation spots.  Finally, the last course was cleared and Grace invited Ted to
join her with his  coffee in the living room. She told the girls to leave
the dishes until later.
Grace sat in one wing chair and Ted was in another. The girls knelt in
front  of them with their legs parted, their chests outthrust, and their hands
clasped  together behind their backs. It was all that Ted could do to keep
from drooling  at the sight of six gorgeous breasts being thrust in his
direction. Each of the  girls looked erotic and beautiful. And he saw his wife in
a whole new light. She  practically glowed.
"Ted will be going to the ranch in a week," commented  Grace. "He was
curious about what happens there. I thought that you girls might  tell him what
is in store for him." Grace smiled at the girls knowing that this  would be
a difficult topic for them. It was one thing to chat about their shared
experiences among themselves. It was quite another to talk about it with
someone  else. Especially when that someone was the husband of one of them. She
saw  Meredith's eyes open wide and saw her blush extend all the way down to
her  nipples.  "But won't his experience be much different from ours,
Mistress?"  asked Alana.
Grace nodded. "Yes, it will be different, but there will be  some
similarities.  He will get to occasionally experience the life of a  slave. But most
of his time will be spent learning how to handle and appreciate  slaves. I
thought that you should tell him what you did and what you learned."  "I
learned that it's best not to piss off Mistress Gretchen," Kelly chimed in.
"And stay away from Black Labs."
This caused Alana and Meredith to  launch into another one of their
giggle-fits and Kelly soon joined them, leaving  Ted totally confused. They quickly
regained their composure and Alana  apologized. "Sorry Mistress. We'll try
to do better." They described the  classroom settings and how they were
constantly distracted while they tried to  practice what they had learned. "
Kelly even got fucked by a black man," said  Meredith, "although she didn't
even know it. So I guess it's not true what they  say."
"Did you get fucked?" asked Ted of his wife.
"Oh yes," she replied  but was interrupted by Grace clearing her throat.
When she glanced at Grace, she  saw a disapproving look and corrected
herself. "I mean yes Master. I was fucked  many times."
They described the dinner scenes where they were fastened to  the crosses
and exposed completely to everyone in the room. And they talked  about the
clothespins and the weights. Alana saw Ted wincing as she described  the
needles that had skewered her lovely breasts.
"And then there was the  hunt," Meredith said.
"Wait, pet," said Grace. "Aren't you leaving something  out about dinner?"
 Meredith blushed again and cast her eyes down, nodding  slowly. "Yes,
Mistress. I guess we forgot."
"I see," responded Grace. "Well,  let's complete the story before we move
on to the next adventure."
"Yes,  Mistress," said Meredith but she remained silent instead of
describing the rest  of the events. It was Kelly who picked up on the narrative.  "
Well, it  seemed that there was some kind of voting going on. Each night,
each master  would get a clothespin and put it on one of us. And they were
pretty cruel about  where they attached them." This comment caused the other
two girls to nod  vigorously. "And then the one with the most clothespins
would be strapped down.  And then they would bring in a dog and..." Her voice
broke up at that point and  she couldn't go on.
"The dog would fuck whoever had won," Meredith  continued.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Ted.
"Kelly was given to a dog the  first night. I was given to a dog the second
night," Meredith went on. "They  didn't do it the third night because that
was the day of the hunt."
"You had  sex with a dog?" asked Ted.
Meredith nodded.
"Did you like it?"
Meredith nodded again. "I did." She paused for a moment. "It was different
 and it was exciting in an odd way."
Ted slumped back in his chair trying to  absorb what he had heard.
Everything was happening too fast. He barely heard  anything about the hunt or what
happened after the hunt.
By the time the  dinner party broke up, Ted had recovered. It helped that
he would be taking  Meredith and Kelly home with him for the night. At that
point, his brain was  dangling between his legs and it never even occurred to
him that some of the  things that he had heard about could happen to him
starting in a week.
Grace  told him that it was dark enough that the girls did not need to be
dressed if he  led them through the backyards. She provided two leashes and
he performed his  first act as a master, leading two naked slavegirls to his
bed. He had Kelly use  her mouth again to get him hard, although she would
have sworn that he was  already as hard as a rock before she started. Then he
laid down in the bed and  had Meredith mount him. He couldn't get over the
change in his wife as her  breasts bounced and her naked sex shone in the
dim light of the room. Kelly was  not to be left out and knelt behind
Meredith, between Ted's legs. She reached  around her slave sister and played with
her breasts and nipples.  Ted ended  up climaxing twice. The first time was
into his wife while she was erotically  riding his cock. The second time was
into his new property as his wife suckled  the teenager's breasts.
Grace finally had a chance to enjoy one of her new  pets. After a week and
a half of being an owner again, she still had not even  taken one to bed.
But this night, she took Alana to bed with her. She had Alana  bathe her first
and had Alana join her in the tub. The two luxuriated in the  bubbles for a
long time until Alana got out and helped her mistress out,  toweling her
dry. Then Grace led Alana to bed and the two made love for hours.  And it was
reciprocal lovemaking. Two tongues and two pairs of lips were  involved to
provide countless orgasms until they fell asleep in each other's  arms,
exhausted.  The next two weeks passed quickly. Alana went back to  work and was
soon immersed in creating designs for new buildings or figuring out  how to
bring old ones back to life. Meredith would split her time between  tending
to her own home and working on Alana's in Alana's absence, although she  was
always naked when she was in Alana's house. Kelly kept trying to dream up
new schemes about why she should not be sent away to college. When she wasn'
t  doing that, she would usually be with Meredith. And even when she was at
Meredith's house, Kelly would be naked. Each evening, all three would end
up as  naked slaves, regardless of what they had done during the day.
For the first  week, Ted delighted in his new role as master and took every
opportunity to  sample the offerings of the three slavegirls. He always had
at least one girl in  bed with him and frequently, he had two.  After a
night that Kelly and  Alana had spent with him, Alana had a talk with Meredith.
"Doesn't it bother you  to see your husband with another woman? Or, like
last night, to know that he is  with two women but you're not there?" "Heck
no," replied Meredith. "Sex with him  has never been better. I don't get
jealous as long as I know it's the two of  you. You two are like sisters. Well
maybe not sisters. It's a different kind of  bond. Oh heck, I don't know
what you two are but you're special. So if he wants  to fuck your brains out,
it makes me very happy. And besides, I keep hoping that  he learns new
tricks from the two of you." She grinned mischievously. "Plus I  kind of enjoy
private time with Mistress."
Alana nodded but was not sure  that she would be so tolerant in the same
situation.
The second week was  interesting. All girls slept in Grace's room each
night while Ted was away at  the ranch. But her bed was not large enough for all
of them. She could fit two  of the girls onto the bed with her but that
would mean that one would be left  out. So each night, two girls would sleep on
the floor, tied together in some  unique fashion that would amuse her and
keep them entertained as well. One  night, Alana and Kelly were tied
back-to-back but with a soft silk rope that ran  between their legs and was fastened
to a band that went around each girl's head.  Each head movement would
slide the rope through their sexes to keep them aroused  but they were never
able to get the right motion going to achieve orgasm. Grace  sampled Meredith's
charms that night.  Another night, Meredith and Alana  were together on the
floor. They were tied together facing each other and  pressed tightly
against one another. With their legs tied together, they were  unable to achieve
a climax but enjoyed the feel of their soft bodies against  each other and
spent the night kissing each other until they finally fell  asleep. Despite
the fact that Kelly was now a slave, Grace could not bring  herself to having
oral sex with her. That seemed to intimate and incestuous. But  she had no
concerns about putting on a strap-on and fucking her daughter silly.
A third night, Alana enjoyed the bed with her mistress and Kelly and
Meredith were tied together in a sixty nine position. Every time that Alana woke
up during the night, she heard slurping sounds. In the morning when the
girls  were finally released, a disheveled and bleary-eyed Meredith stood up on
wobbly  legs.  "Oh Mistress," Meredith pleaded, "please don't do that to
me again.  She's insane! She never sleeps! She's insatiable!" Kelly just
grinned impishly  with her face still glistening from Meredith's juices.  Ted
returned from  the ranch on Friday and was very quiet. He looked sullen and
confused. Grace  decided to sent the girls shopping so she could have some
time alone with her  new partner.
"It was horrible!" he finally blurted out after Grace had been  patiently
questioning him for over a half hour. "They're demons! They're cruel  and
sadistic! I'm not sure I'm cut out for this lifestyle." "There, there,"
said  Grace soothingly. "I'm sure it wasn't as bad as all that."
"It was worse!"  he retorted.
"Now, now," she reassured him. "Maybe if you talk about it, we  can sort
it all out and you can put it in perspective."
She asked what the  best part. As she expected, the answer was the sex. He
also enjoyed being taught  how to use things to heighten a slave's arousal
and to keep them on the edge.  Whips and crops and hot wax were the first
things he listed.  But he also  liked learning how to use ropes and cuffs and
chains and cages.
"That  doesn't seem so bad," she offered. "What didn't you like?"
"They made me  suck cocks!!!!" he wailed.
"Well, I've done that. It couldn't have been all  that bad," she said.  "
It was horrible!" he exclaimed. "And it wasn't just  one cock. They had me
kneel in the middle of six of the masters and I had to  give each one a
blowjob. And they laughed at me and teased me because my cock  was hard. It was
humiliating.  I'm not gay but they kept accusing me of  that." "We know you
aren't gay, Ted," Grace replied. "You love pussy too much to  be gay. You
were probably hard the entire five days because you were in such an  erotic
setting. Were you hard all the time?"
He nodded slowly. "Yes. Most of  the time, at least." Then he went on to
describe some of the other things that  happened to him. After dinner one
night, he had been placed in the same rack  that his wife had occupied two
weeks earlier. Instead of a dog, however, they  had a male slave fuck his ass as
everyone looked on. For some reason, that  didn't seem nearly as
distasteful as sucking cocks, however.
He had only  been treated as a slave for the first two days. For the
remainder of the time,  he was taught to be a master. During his time as a slave,
he had also had his  cock trapped inside a tiny cage as Gretchen massaged
him and tried to arouse  him. He told Grace that was the most uncomfortable
massage he had ever received.
As a final exam, he had to demonstrate that he could lovingly but
effectively control a slave. He was given Gretchen for a twenty four hour period
and she apparently gave him his final score. "That woman's truly incredible,"
he  said.  "It's too bad she's a mistress. I'd take out a second mortgage
to be  able to buy her."
Obviously, Ted had passed his final exam. Grace made a  mental note to get
some feedback from Gretchen. And she made another mental note  to figure out
a way to own the Norse Goddess. She too wanted the blonde mistress  as a
slave.  Grace focused Ted back on his two days of slavery. "We know  that
there were some things that you did not like. Were there any things that  you
did like?" Ted thought for a moment. "Well that massage that I told you
about was one thing. It was torment, but it was delicious torment." Grace nodded
 in understanding. "Go on."
"I didn't mind being displayed on that cross at  dinner. I didn't like
what happened after dinner, but it was kind of thrilling  to be on display and
having people look at me. And I was erect the entire time,"  he said
proudly.  "I'm sure you were," smiled Grace. "So let's review. As a  slave, you
learned that you liked some things and you found some things  repulsive. You
have been given some knowledge and some skills that are designed  to make
you a better master. How will you use that?"
"It made me understand  limits," he responded. "Each person has their own
limits.  For me it was  cocks attached to other men. For each girl, I have
to find their limits. I can  test a limit and sometimes even stretch it a
little. But I can't violate it."
"Good boy," Grace smiled brightly. "You have learned a valuable lesson.
There's hope for you yet. Now you need to think about what you will tell the
girls."


Chapter 15: A New World Order
=============================
"Well, what's a few cocks among friends?"  joked Ted at dinner that night.
 Meredith's eyes were wide open in  amazement as he told the story of
kneeling in the circle of masters. Grace had  allowed Meredith to kneel beside
her husband in case any tender loving care  needed to be administered,
although she didn't disclose her reason to either the  master or the slave.
Meredith remained silent but she was truly amazed.  Ted was the most homophobic,
bigoted, closed-minded person in the world when it  came to gay sex. And yet
she had just heard him describe in a light-hearted way  how he had sucked
six cocks.  Alana was serving this evening. And Grace had  Kelly stand beside
her instead of kneeling. As Ted related his experiences,  Grace used her
fingers to stroke and probe Kelly's sex. Occasionally, she would  raise a
glistening finger and either rub it around a stiff nipple or have her  daughter
lick it clean. She hoped that this wanton and lewd act would help Ted
realize that anything is possible. And she hoped that it would help him relax
enough to be able to tell his story. It seemed to be working.
It turned out  that Ted was a hunter during the weekly event instead of
being one of the  hunted. He seemed to be as enthusiastic about the event as
his wife had been.  And being reminded of the event caused Meredith to slip
beneath the table and  place her palms on his thighs. "May I pleasure you,
Master?" she asked.   Ted gave his consent and then went on to describe his
hunting prowess and how he  had deftly stalked his prey. And then he described
his first kill. Alana bit her  lower lip to try to maintain her composure
but Kelly burst out in  laughter.  "I had this sweet young thing dead in my
sights. She was  beautiful as she ran across the field and I was leading her
perfectly. And then,  just as I pulled the trigger, she fell and I shot this
guy. It was disgusting!"  "But I kept hunting. I never found her again but
I found her sister. And I  bagged her. So after the dinner, I took them back
with me. I let him use his  mouth to get me hard and then I fucked her
silly. Then I had her use her mouth  to get me hard and I fucked him silly."
"Wow!" was all that Meredith could  think as she slipped her lips up and
down her husband's cock as he sat at the  table. "Maybe I underestimated him.
" Dinner was completed and Grace sent the  girls into the kitchen to clean
up. She invited Ted into the living room where  they sat together in the
couch. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Well  done, Master Edward. I
think that the girls will respond nicely to you now."



Chapter 16: Business Opportunity
================================
Another month went by in the happy  harem. Each of the girls was content
and each of the owners was very happy with  their property. On the weekends,
the girls toiled away on Alana's house and were  getting close to finishing
the easy work on the inside. They knew that there was  more work on the
outside and wondered how they would handle that. They had  become accustomed to
working naked but they knew that the other neighbors would  probably object
to that when they worked in the flower beds.
During the  week, the girls pursued their own separate interests. Alana
designed buildings.  Meredith had taken up a new interest in organizing charity
events.  And Ted  had convinced Kelly to go to college, so she spent most
days in class or  studying.
In the evenings, however, they were all naked and beautiful  slavegirls who
existed purely for the enjoyment of Grace and Ted. They prepared  and
served dinner together. They entertained their owners with either a dance or
some sexual performance each evening. And they warmed the beds of their
owners.  Everything was perfect in everyone's mind.
On an evening when  Ted, or Master Edward as he had become known as, wanted
Kelly and Meredith.  Grace agreed and took Alana to bed, although they
slept in Alana's new master  suite, complete with a huge master bath and a
king-size bed.  As Alana laid  cuddled up against her Mistress, Grace laid out an
idea. "Pet, I received a call  today from Master Charles. He was looking
for help in designing a new event hall  and he wanted to know if I knew of
anyone who could help. Mind you, I never told  him that you were an architect.
So it's fine if you say no." "What is he looking  for in the new hall,
Mistress?" she asked.
"I don't know, little one. Maybe  that's something you should ask him
yourself." "Yes, Mistress," she replied and  then she resumed her licking of
her mistress' sex.
Alana was quickly  becoming Grace's favorite. All of the girls were
beautiful, pleasing and  obedient. But Alana somehow had an elegance about her. She
carried herself  proudly even when she may feel embarrassment or
humiliation. She truly was  Grace's slave princess.
She had to hide he favoritism from the girls,  however. She was worried
about Meredith. Meredith was the oldest of the slaves,  although only a year
older than Alana. She was beautiful by anyone's standards  and, since the girls
' visit to the ranch, Grace had received more offers to buy  Meredith than
either of the other two. But she was afraid that Meredith might  somehow
start to feel inferior if she knew of Grace's affection for Alana,  especially
because of Ted's interest in the other girls. Grace attributed Ted's
behavior to the "green pastures syndrome." Ted and Meredith had been married for
 several years and, all of a sudden, two beautiful women were dropped into
his  lap; literally. She made a mental note to talk to Ted. Perhaps he
should spend  more time alone with his wife.
Kelly had adjusted very nicely to the change  from being a mistress to
being a slave. In fact, she seemed even freer in her  new role. Even though she
had been reluctant and even pouty at the ranch, she  had turned out to be
the most carefree and adventurous of the trio. She  certainly was the most
energetic, which sometimes earned her punishments.
Kelly was the one who kept reminding Grace that they still needed to be
registered. And she was the only one who was excited when she learned that the
 branding iron had arrived. She was disappointed, however, when she learned
that  the mark was to be placed on her bottom. She had wanted it to be more
prominent  and Grace was convinced that she would have worn the little
lopsided heart  emblem in the middle of her forehead if she had been left to
decide.  Grace  scheduled a visit to the ranch to introduce Alana as an
architect. Charles only  knew her as a beautiful slavegirl. Ted bowed out so Grace
left Kelly with him  and took Alana and Meredith with her.
Despite being introduced in her role  as a professional, Alana was naked.
At least she and Meredith were allowed to  sit at the table. It would have
been difficult to take notes while kneeling. She  interviewed the master for
over an hour to get an understanding of what he was  looking for and then he
led the three women on a tour so that Alana could get a  feel for the
setting.  As she walked around, Meredith realized that two  months earlier, she
never would have considered walking outside naked. Now, as  she passed the
staff members and a few slaves, it seemed quite normal to have  nothing but a
collar on her. And she could feel her sex getting wet as the  familiar
surroundings reminded her of those erotic three weeks at the ranch.
Alana realized that her reference books would not help her design this
building.  It was definitely something she had never seen or heard of  before.
It was to have an amphitheater, a dungeon and facilities for exercising
slaves. The floors needed to be designed so that no blood or other bodily
fluids  would stain them.  It also needed numerous small rooms, several of which
would be used as cells for holding slaves and the rest would be classrooms.
 Master Charles wanted the building to be both magnificent and nondescript.
"I  want it to be something to be proud of but I don't want it to be
attracting a  lot of visitors and tourists." Alana finished taking her notes and
then blushed  as she tried to put her pencil away before she realized that
she had no pockets.  She ended up tucking it behind an ear.
"I will have the preliminary drawings  and sketches for you next weekend,
Master," she told him. "We can make whatever  alterations are needed then." "
I want that girl!" Charles exclaimed to Grace  after she had sent the girls
back to the car to wait for her. "Hell, I'll take  either one of them!
Hell, I'll take any of the three! You have no idea how lucky  you are to own
those three little morsels. I still have people calling each week  to see if
they're going to be featured in the hunt."
Grace laughed. "It's  always nice to hear that my girls have made a good
impression. I'll think about  it. Maybe we can make some kind of trade. One
of my girls for Gretchen,  perhaps?"
"But...." Sputtered Charles.
Grace cut him short. "Think about  it, Charles. Now, I must be on my way."
With that, she turned and walked to the  car to join her slaves.  "I miss
that place, Mistress," announced Meredith  when they were halfway back to
town. This drew an immediate reaction from Alana  who was startled by the
admission, but she remained silent.
"What do you  miss about it, pet?" asked Grace.  "Everything, Mistress.
The excitement  and the thrills. I honestly have never felt sexier or more
alive than when I was  there. I know you probably think I'm being silly."
"No, love," reassured  Grace. "I don't think you're silly at all. I think
you're beautiful. A  beautiful, loving slave. I could return you easily. I
could sell you to the  ranch if that would make you happy." This brought a
gasp from Meredith who  quickly responded. "Thank you Mistress, but I don't
think I want to be sold. I  would like to return from time to time, though."
"Consider it done. I'll  phone Charles as soon as we get home. Maybe I can
deliver you tomorrow and then  pick you up next weekend when Alana delivers
her plans."
Meredith squealed  excitedly and jumped up and down in her seat. "Oh thank
you Mistress!"
The  rest of the drive was mostly made in silence. Grace continued to
marvel at the  way that the three girls had adjusted to their slavery. Each was
different but  each seemed to blossom in their own way. Alana spent the rest
of the ride trying  to figure out how Meredith could want to go back there.
She remembered the  humiliations and the punishments and especially watching
her breasts being  skewered before her very own eyes. Meredith spent the
rest of the ride  anticipating her upcoming week and wondered if the German
Shepherd would still  be there.
Alana spent her free time in the evenings working on the plans for  the new
building. Her free time was limited because of the demands of her  owners,
but she still found time to work on the design. She had gone through  what
seemed like reams of paper, much of which was crumpled up on the floor  below
her as she tried out different ideas. Nothing seemed to work at first, but
then, a vision began to form and come together. By Saturday, she was ready
to  present the concept drawings to Master Charles.
"The concept is to maximize  versatility, Master," she explained as she
stood naked at the table. "I have  designed it to accommodate the various
types of events that could be held here  but also to be of use when there are no
events scheduled." She then went on to  describe how the different spaces
within the building could be used and altered  for various purposes. Charles
and Grace listened intently as the naked architect  went over the details.  "
It's brilliant!" Charles finally declared as he  reached around Alana,
grasping one of her breasts to use as a handle and pulled  her toward him. "
There's not a thing about it that I would change."
Grace  smiled proudly as she watched the master running his hands up Alana'
s sleek and  shapely body. She stood still as she was fondled and groped by
the master and  felt her heat rising from the attention.  "Thank you,
Master. I'm glad that  you approve."
"When can we start building?" he asked as his hand cupped her  sex.  "Oh,"
 responded Alana. "I'm not sure, Master. I can quickly complete  the
design but then you will have to line up a contractor and a supervising  engineer.
" By the end of the discussion, Alana had been recruited to supervise  the
project.  She would be in charge of selecting the contractors and
monitoring quality and progress. This had Alana's head spinning because she had
never been involved in this aspect of a new building. That was always left to
the more senior partners in the firm.
As the discussions died down, Meredith  was brought in. She had just spent
a week at the ranch and looked positively  radiant. Her posture had always
been good but now it was perfect. Her motions  had always been graceful but
now they were fluid. Her smile had always been  beautiful but now it was
infectious. And her eyes sparkled.
In addition to  her collar, she now had some new jewelry. A gold hoop
passed through each nipple  and hung down, far away from her chest because of her
ample breasts. And she  displayed the new ornaments proudly by thrusting
her chest forward.
Alana  smiled and rushed forward to hug her slave sister, feeling the cool
metal of the  hoops against her own naked breasts.
"So did you figure out the new hall,  sis?" asked Meredith.
"I think so," replied Alana. "You look beautiful.  Stunning. Incredible!"
"Alana has done a wonderful job," said Charles. "And  she's going to
manage the construction for us."
"Oooooooooooo that's great!  Maybe I can come out and keep you company?"
"I'd like that," smiled Alana as  she kissed Meredith.  "You wouldn't
have believed the hunt this week,"  Charles told Grace as he walked her to the
car. "I let the word out on Sunday  that one of your girls would be in the
hunt this week. Their reputations must  have spread and the news must have
spread like wildfire. We had 150 hunters on  Wednesday. That's more than twice
as many as we've ever had."
"That's very  flattering, Charles," replied Grace. "It's nice to know
that my girls are  appreciated and admired."
"Appreciated and admired?" said Charles  incredulously. "They're almost
worshipped. They are like cult idols! It's a good  thing Meredith was bagged
by mid-afternoon. We had so many hunters that I had to  impose a one-kill
limit on the hunt. I swear, nobody took a shot until after she  had been
claimed. If she had evaded the hunters like she did the other time, all  of the
slaves would still be out there roaming the range."


Chapter 17: Molding the Slaves
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The girls had become comfortable with  their new status in life and Grace
decided that it was time to tighten down on  them a little more. Grace toured
each of the three houses with the girls and  gathered all undergarments
into plastic bags, which were set out by the curb on  garbage day. They were no
longer allowed to wear bras or panties for any  occasion.
She also wanted to "lean them up" a little, although she knew that  there
was no extra fat on any of them. But she wanted to tighten up their waists
to enhance their hourglass figures. So each evening when Alana got home, the
 three girls would spend at least an hour in strenuous exercise.  Three
treadmills were bought, along with exercise mats and various other pieces of
equipment. Grace's basement was converted into a gym where muscles were
toned  and inches were lost. Grace especially enjoyed it when she would get the
three  girls onto the treadmills for their nightly jog. They looked
exquisite as their  bodies glistened with sweat. Meredith and Kelly would wear their
hair in  ponytails, which would bounce and sway with each step. And three
pairs of  beautiful bouncing breasts would move as if they had minds of their
own.   After a couple of weeks of toning, Grace had them start running
outside. For  this, they were allowed to wear tight running shorts and cropped
t-shirts. The  breasts may have been mostly covered during these runs, but
the bouncing was  still quite evident.
All during this time, Alana was also working at the  firm five days a week
and spent most weekends at the ranch. She was so busy that  she never even
noticed that Grace had started to exert even more control over  her life.
Even if she had noticed, she might not have cared. Meredith and Kelly  never
had an inkling that their slavery was growing deeper.
Alana would  drive to the ranch on Friday nights after exercising with her
slave sisters and  would return on Sunday afternoons in time for the workout
sessions.  During  the drives, she had to remain naked, although Grace
allowed her to keep a light  jacked draped over the back of her seat in case
anything unexpected happened.
Once at the ranch, she had the rank of privileged slave. She was not forced
 to live in a cage or cell and she was not typically bound or chained
during the  day. She caused quite a stir among the workmen at first as she would
inspect the  site and progress of the project wearing nothing but her
collar, a hardhat and  safety shoes, but after several weeks, the workers became
more accustomed to  having a naked woman walking among them and talking to
them. They still took  every opportunity to eye her and admire her exquisite
form, however, and most of  them found themselves staring at her breasts
during their conferences with  her.  At night, she served as slaves do. She
would find herself kneeling at  the feet of a master or mistress, being
displayed at an event, being used for  some form of entertainment, or simply being a
bed warmer and sex toy for one of  the dominants.
She had grown accustomed to clamps and clothespins and now  actually found
some arousal in them. The whippings and floggings were even  tolerable,
although on the two occasions when she was caned, she thought she was  going to
die. She still had trouble getting used to watching her breasts being
skewered by the long slender needles but it was mostly the horror of the sight
that bothered her. It was actually not all that painful.
She had somehow  been spared from the bestiality during her first visit to
the ranch and had  watched as her two slave sisters had been raped by the
dogs. But that was  eventually evened out one weekend when Alana was the
dinner-time entertainment  and was mated with a Doberman. It wasn't as horrible
as she expected but she did  talk to Meredith when she returned home to find
out what her slave sister saw in  it.
Grace had driven Alana out one weekend and intended to spend a relaxing
two days at the ranch. Ted was left to tend to the other two girls. Grace had
arranged to "borrow" Gretchen, for one night, much to Gretchen's surprise
and  Grace realized that this woman would need a lot of taming if she were
to end up  owning the beautiful blonde. The only reason that Grace was able
to remain the  dominant in the relationship that night was that Gretchen had
her hands and  elbows bound behind her back.
"Little Alana's getting a lot of attention  these days," Charles told
Grace after breakfast on Saturday.
"Oh?" replied  Grace. "How so?"
"Seems that the word has gotten out about her project. You  know, we have
the designs and sketches hanging up in the dining hall. And we get  a lot of
new folks through here each week. I guess someone talks to someone who
talks to someone else. I get four or five calls a day now and it keeps growing.
Alana appears to be the architect of choice for dungeons, playrooms and D/S
 clubs all over the world.
"Really?" exclaimed Grace. "I had no idea she was  that good." But the
brief discussion started a new idea for Grace.
"She's  the best!" proclaimed Charles. "And I mean outside of the bed
also." Sunday  night, Grace felt obligated to spend some time with Meredith and
Kelly since she  had been away for the weekend. But she was tired and not
in the mood to use her  two pets. So she had them play with each other as she
watched.  Kelly was  becoming increasingly talented and used her tongue to
give Meredith an orgasm in  what seemed like record time. Meredith was
equally talented but chose to prolong  Kelly's ecstasy. She moved from sex to
breasts to lips and then back down to  start over again and kept this up for
over an hour. Kelly was moaning and  writhing and begging for release.
Meredith finally granted the request, biting  down on Kelly's sensitive clit to
hold it with her teeth, sending Kelly into an  earth-shattering orgasm and
eliciting a high-pitched squeal out of her.   Afterwards, Grace lay in the
middle of the bed with a slavegirl on either side  of her acting as bookmarks. On
Monday night, Grace sent for Alana.  "Yes  Mistress?" asked Alana as she
entered the bedroom and knelt at Grace's feet.  Grace admired her favorite
slavegirl for a few moments before she started the  conversation. Alana had
turned a nice golden almond color from her naked days in  the sun at the
ranch. Her platinum hair was set off nicely against the soft  tanned flesh. Alana
had just bathed and the other two slaves had oiled her body,  creating an
exotic, glistening treasure for their mistress.  Grace liked to  hold Alana's
breasts as they talked together so she leaned forward and lifted a  golden
orb in each hand, letting her thumbs rest on the stiffening nipples.  "
Master Charles loves your work, pet," Grace started as she leaned further and
kissed Alana's platinum blonde bangs. "I'm very proud of you."
"Thank you,  Mistress, came the demure response.  "He also told me that he
is getting  phone calls from all over the world from people who want you to
design their  projects." "Really, Mistress?" asked an incredulous
slavegirl. She always  thought that her work was good, but never on a level that
would warrant  worldwide attention.  "Really, little one," assured Grace. "He
said two of  them want to get started right away. One project is in
California. The other is  in France." "Wow!" gasped Alana but was otherwise
speechless.  "There are  others who want to hire you for consultations in New York
and Australia and  Singapore."
Alana's eyes were open wide at this news. "That's great,  Mistress. That'
s very flattering. I can hardly wait to start." And then she  paused. "Oh.
But I can't.  The firm wouldn't approve of me doing that kind  of work."
"Oh, but you can," corrected Grace. "Tomorrow morning, you are  going to
resign.  And tomorrow afternoon, you are going to start Montcliff  Design. Or
whatever other name you want. Maybe Dungeons by Design or something."
Alana giggled at the afterthought but then shook her head. "I really can't,
Mistress. I'd never make it out there alone. That never works in architecture."
  "Well, first of all, love," replied Grace, "you are not going to be
alone. I'll  still be with you, as will your slave sisters. Second, you can make
it. The  reason people aren't successful on their own is they don't have
clients. You  have tons of them. And thirdly, I have decided that you will do
it. Who owns  your body, mind and soul?"
"You do, Mistress," came the whispered response.
"That's right," nodded Grace. "And who makes all of the decisions for you?
"
"You do, Mistress."
"And if I have decided that you'll do this, what  will you do?"
"Do it, Mistress."
"Good girl," smiled Grace as she gave  each succulent breast a squeeze and
leaned down to kiss her pet. Alana closed  her eyes and just surrendered to
the moment, enjoying the attentions of her  owner.


Chapter 18: Slaves, Inc.
========================
Alana was due  back from France the next day and Grace had been busy making
more changes in the  flock. She finally had a talk with Ted about how he
was treating his wife. It  wasn't as if the man was abusive. He was just
neglectful. He didn't give her the  attention that a wife should receive. He
seemed to be totally enamored with  Kelly's tight young body.
In one way, Grace didn't mind. She loved Meredith  and loved spending time
with the slavegirl. She also still had trouble with the  incest implications
of directly owning her own daughter. It was one thing to  fondle her. And,
occasionally, she would masturbate her daughter with her  fingers. Kelly didn
't mind and even seemed to thrive on it. But it still gnawed  at her.  She
met with Ted one evening and laid out her concerns to him. At  first, he
laughed it off, saying that she had no idea how he felt about his wife  or how
he treated her. Then, he told her it was none of her business.  "But  it is
my business, Ted," corrected Grace. "Slavery is my only business and she
is one of my assets. I will always act in the best interest of my business
and  protect my assets." Then she laid down her ultimatum. Ted had two weeks
to  demonstrate to her that he had changed his behavior. If he did not, then
she  would take action.
Ted wanted to know what the "or else" was but Grace ended  the
conversation, dismissing her partner. In her mind, she knew that she had two  possible
sanctions. The first was to exercise her option to buy Kelly. She had  made
sure that the contract for Kelly included a provision that would allow her
to buy her daughter, for any reason, for one dollar. If Ted had questioned
her  about that, she would have simply explained that she was Kelly's mother
and  should be allowed to buy freedom for her daughter if she felt she had
made a  mistake. But Ted never raised the issue, so she was convinced that he
signed the  papers but never even read them. Meredith's deed of ownership
contained no such  clause. So Ted could potentially be left without a slave
and without a  wife.  Her second option was more drastic, but she had already
talked this  one over with Charles. If need be, she would have some
handlers from the ranch  collect Ted and put him through rigorous training. Ted
would become a slave. If  he could be tamed and trained enough that he could be
returned to her, that  would be preferable. If not, then he would be sold.
If sold, his slavery would  likely be significantly different than it would
be with her. He would probably  end up working in some mine in Africa or
picking poppies in Asia. Either that,  or he would become an organ donor and
watch as his body was dismantled and the  parts sent around the world to
people who could use them.  Grace handled  all business arrangements for the new
architecture firm. She conducted the  negotiations, set the prices, laid out
the terms, and scheduled Alana's time.  The biggest risk in sending Alana
out on consultations was that these people  might decide to keep her, so she
drafted elaborate contracts that always made it  clear that her slave was to
be returned to her. Attached as an exhibit to the  contract was a detailed
list of what could and what could not be done to her  property during her
visit.
Meredith was currently playing more of a domestic  role, but Grace planned
to change that. The girl was just too bright to be doing  nothing but laundr
y and cooking and the like. But she did seem to enjoy being  the naked
gardener and had created beautiful flower beds and vegetable gardens  in each of
the backyards.  Grace had modified the fences in each of the  yards. She had
the fences heightened to provide a little more privacy and had  removed the
fences between the three yards. Now, the three houses formed a sort  of
compound. Despite the higher fences, however, Meredith still had to be  careful
not to be seen and sometimes, much to her dismay, she even had to wear
clothes.  But Meredith's talents could be put to better use. Grace could  buy
or capture another girl to take care of the mundane tasks. Maybe Ted could
even be put to use on those tasks if he returned. Grace planned for Meredith
to  become Alana's field assistant. When it came time to start designing a
building,  Alana would have to revisit a site, or a building if it was to be
a remodel, and  take vast numbers of measurements and pictures. Meredith
could be trained to  help with this and maybe even take on that role to free up
Alana for more  productive uses.
Kelly was taking on a lot of the inside jobs. She was the  receptionist,
file clerk, and typist. When supplies were needed, she ran to the  store to
get them.  If prints needed to be delivered, she was the courier.  But Grace
wanted to use her to better advantage also. She had already talked to  Alana
about it before the slave was sent to France and Alana planned on teaching
Kelly how to do the drawings and specifications on the computer when she
returned.  As Grace was going over all of the upcoming changes, Alana was
sitting on a plan over the Atlantic, heading home and reflecting on her past
week at a chateau outside of Nice. As was usual during her consultations, she
 remained naked during most of the trip. Grace described this as an added
benefit  to the client.  Grace believed that her nudity and the fact that she
as a  salve and could be used as a slave by the client, coupled with Alana'
s brilliant  designs, gave Montcliff Designs a huge competitive advantage
that would be  difficult, if not impossible, to beat.
The client wanted a dungeon but  didn't know what he wanted in a dungeon.
So Grace had arranged a one week  consultation with Alana. Then, through
Charles, she had arranged tours of four  of the best dungeons in Europe. So, for
five days, she had traveled around  Europe to see various designs and to
gain ideas.  In a whirlwind tour, she  got to see Hamburg, Stockholm, Geneva
and Paris. Every time a new device or toy  was seen, it fell upon Alana to
test it. And then, during the next leg of the  journey, they would discuss
what they saw and Alana would take notes and make  sketches.
The dungeon owners were only too happy to show off their private  dens of
torture and captivity. They were all quite proud of their dungeons. And
having a beautiful naked slave to try out the equipment made it a truly
exquisite event for them.
One of the dungeons had and iron maiden in which  she was locked as the
host and her client took a break to enjoy wine and a  cigar. She did not like
that confinement at all, especially because of the tiny  needles that lined
the inside and pricked her with any slight movement.
Another of the dungeons had a medieval rack and Alana was stretched so
tight  that she thought her joints would be dislocated. She was left in this
position  for about thirty minutes while the host's teenage son and daughter
played  delightedly with her vulnerable body. Because she was strung so
tightly, they  could not get to her bottom, but not an inch of her front was
spared as they  pinched and stroked and suckled to their hearts content until she
shrieked in a  wild climax.
Yet another dungeon seemed to thrive on the high tech side of  S/M. Alana
found herself strapped into a chair with wires taped to various parts  of her
body.  When she sat down in the chair, she was carefully positioned  by a
male slave to make sure that the two phalluses sticking up from the chair
ended up in the right place. She was told by her Swiss host that her pleasure
or  pain would be decided by her. What she had to do was sense a vibration
and then  squeeze tightly on whatever was vibrating for as long as it
vibrating. The Swiss  Master demonstrating by pressing buttons that caused the
dildo in her sex to  vibrate for a moment and then the one in her bottom.
"If you squeeze tightly  enough, you will receive pleasure," he told her. "
If you don't, it could be very  painful." Then the host and her client
left the room, but she was sure that they  were watching. After several moments
of waiting, the dildo lodged in her sex  started to move and she clamped
down on it lightly with her sex. This was  obviously not enough because jolts
of electricity started coursing through her  body causing her to stiffen and
spasm at the same time. She felt like her  breasts and labia were being
burned off. But it quickly stopped.  "Do you  understand the game now, dear?"
asked the thick accent.
"Yes Master," she  gasped. "I will try to do better." The one in her
bottom started to vibrate and  she squeezed it tightly with her sphincter and
clamped it with her bottom cheeks  as well. No jolting shocks were felt that
time.
"You did very well," said  the accent.
This continued on for over an hour. By the end, Alana looked  like a
drowned rat from all of the perspiration and was totally exhausted. She  had only
endured the electricity a half dozen times but they were enough to give  her
motivation to squeeze the hell out of anything that they shoved in her
body.  The tour finally ended and Alana had a chance to finally enjoy a  little
bit of the French Riviera. The chateau was on the water and she spent two
days enjoying the rocky beach. Most of the women were topless on the beach
and  nobody seemed to even notice that Alana was totally naked. Before
leaving for  home, she showed her client some rough concept drawings for his
dungeon and he  decided on the spot that he wanted her to be the architect. Alana
said her  goodbyes and thank yous. Then she got on the plane and headed
home.  Now  she was wondering if she got the job because of her design or
because he enjoyed  torturing her. If she agreed to create the space, would it be
because of her  mind or her body. She would talk it over with Grace
although she already knew  that Grace didn't care why they did it, as long as they
did it.


Chapter 19:Domestic Help
========================
Three weeks  later, Alana was at the ranch checking the progress of the new
facility. The  foundation and structure had been finished long ago. The
interior spaces had  been created and now the workmen were applying the
finishes. Since this had been  her launching project, she paid particular attention
to it to make sure that it  was perfect. Striding through the building in
her collar, boots and hardhat, she  inspected every detail. She gave new
instructions to the workmen and reprimanded  them when they had ignored old
instructions. To the men and women on the job, it  was hard to imagine that this
naked architect was a slave.  To them, she  was a slave driver. She
demanded perfection. And they gave it to her.
After  her initial walk through the building, she went searching for Master
Charles to  give him an update. It would only take another week until the
new facility would  be ready for his use and she wanted to let him know that
he could start  scheduling events for it.
Clomping across the yard in her boots and holding  her hardhat in a hand,
she spied a familiar face and walked over to talk. "Hi  Ted," she said. "How
are you adjusting?"
Ted was not in a talkative mood,  however. He was lashed in an upright
spread-eagle position inside of a frame  with all of his limbs pulled tightly
toward the corners of the frame. Sprouting  from his lips was a little bit of
the ball gag that was lodged in his mouth,  preventing him from responding
to the slave that he used to enjoy in his bed.  And dangling beneath him were
heavy weights that were suspended by a rope that  was tied around the base
of his scrotum.
Alana lifted his limp cock in her  hand and stroked it with the fingers of
her other hand. "Mistress told me why  you are here. And I agree with her.
Meredith is too special to ignore like that.  But don't you worry. We'll
take good care of her. And if you behave yourself  here, you can come back and
help take care of her too."
The cock stiffened  instinctively at Alana's touch but she released it when
it gained full erection.  Then she kissed Ted's cheek and turned to walk
away. "I'll see you in a few  weeks."
Master Charles was delighted at the news of the progress. "I'll have  to
call Grace and have you and your sisters join us for the first event." "
Thank  you Master," replied Alana appropriately. "I'm sure they will be
flattered at  the invitation."
Charles walked up to the amazing beauty and reached around  her grasping
her bottom in both hands and squeezing. "Do you have any idea how  valuable
you are?"
Alana was taken aback, not by the groping but by the  question. She was
accustomed to people helping themselves to her body by this  point. "No Master.
 I'm not even sure what you are talking about." "Well I  need to show you
some things. Although you have to promise never to tell Grace  that I showed
these to you."
Alana's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Master,  I don't know that I can
keep secrets from Mistress."
Charles smiled and  patted her on the head. "This is a good secret, girl.
But if you feel that you  have to tell her, then tell her. What can she do to
me?  Enslave me?"
Charles led her into his office and pulled out a folder with her name on
it.  Inside were letters and emails that he spread across the desk. "These
are offers to buy you," he said, sending a chill down her spine  immediately.
 "Oh," she responded.
"Don't worry, girl. She has rejected  all of them and has said that she
will continue to reject all offers. But you  need to see them so that you know
how much your owner loves you." He proceeded  to lay them out one at a time
so that she could look at them. The lowest one  that she saw was a million
dollars. Each one after that increased in value. She  saw a five million
dollar one from when she had first been at the ranch and that  caused her to
gasp.  "Oh," said Charles. "That's pocket change."
Each  new email or letter brought a higher value. A man in St. Petersburg
offered  seven million dollars. A woman in Madrid offered nine million
dollars. A couple  in Washington State offered eleven million dollars and planned
for her to be a  gift to their thirteen year old daughter. She was to be a
birthday present  again.
The second to last offer was dated the day before and was from her  client
in Nice. He offered seventeen million dollars to own her and had offered  to
make her available to the ranch on selected occasions.  "Pretty
impressive, huh?" asked Charles.
"Yes, Master," replied Alana. "Kind of  scary too though."
"Yes, I'm sure it is," he said. "But this last one tops  them all." He
laid out the last offer, which was accompanied by a contract and a  bill of
sale. The offer was for twenty five million dollars and was from a K C
Cartwright.
"Wow!" gasped Alana. "That's a lot of money. And I don't think  that I
even know him."
"Yes it is," agreed Charles. "But it's a her. Not a  him."
This elicited another gasp from Alana.
After a month at the ranch,  Ted was returned to Grace with assurances that
he would take him back and sell  him if there were any problems. "I think
you'll find him very trainable. We  erased him clean and then started to
rebuild him.  But only a little. We  figured you would want to program him
yourself. But you will find that he does  like wearing maid outfits and he does
like sucking cocks.  We can take him  back and erase that too, though, if you
would prefer." Grace laughed as she  tried to picture Ted in a maid's
outfit. "No Charles. I'm sure he'll be fine.  I'll take him home and call you
if I have any questions or problems."
Meredith was freed from all domestic chores and "Edwina" took over the
housekeeping. Grace kept Ted in the maid outfit most of the time, but also had
 him naked at times. This would be a new challenge for her. She knew how to
 transform women into her toys and tools. But doing the same thing with a
man  would be an exciting adventure. Should she make him into a slathering,
babbling,  groveling worthless soul? Should she use him sexually for the
gratification of  her girls? Should she turn him over to the males that she knew
for their  entertainment? Maybe she should feminize him. If his body hair
was removed and  the hair on his head was allowed to grow longer, then
breasts would probably  look nice on her. Decisions, decisions. She would have to
sleep on that.


Chapter 20: Another New Beginning
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Grace was almost as excited as the  girls as they sped toward the airport.
A limousine had picked them up at home  and was taking them to a private jet
located at a small, private airport outside  of town. From there, the jet
would deliver all four of them to a Caribbean  island for one of Alana's
consultations.  Grace had gotten to know the  owner of the island well over the
phone during the previous weeks as terms and  conditions were negotiated and
established. And she readily accepted the  invitation when Katherine Powell
invited the rest of her girls to come along. It  would be a nice break and
she would get to see Alana in action.
Ted would be  left behind to tend the yards and continue the work in Alana'
s house. Grace had  ordered Ted to quit his job so that he had more time for
menial tasks at home.  His current project was stripping the floor in Alana'
s kitchen of the hideous  linoleum so that hardwood could be laid.  Grace
was not concerned about Ted  escaping in her absence. Where would he go?
Besides, she didn't care if he  escaped or not. She felt no affection for the
man and knew that she could easily  replace him if he disappeared. The only
risk was that he could go to the police,  but she thought that risk was
minimal. Charles had so many incriminating photos  and videos of the man that Ted
would be foolish to try to make his slavery  public. He would become a
laughing stock if the documentation was ever released.  Instead of being viewed
as a victim, he would be seen as a pervert after the  pictures of him
involved in gay sex and him giving a blowjob to a horse were  leaked.
Katherine had assured Grace that the runway would be secluded and  that the
staff on the jet was accustomed to naked slaves, so she could bring her
girls naked if she desired. Grace had her three nude beauties in the back of
the  limousine as they sped toward the airport. "It sure makes packing for a
trip  easier," she mused to herself. Each girl had a small bag with a
toothbrush and  some cosmetics but nothing else. Grace could have even packed all
of their  things in her suitcase but decided that it would look cute to have
each of them  walking around with nothing but a handbag slung over their
shoulders.  The  car finally pulled alongside a sleek silver jet standing
alone on the tarmac.  The driver opened the door and held out his hand to assist
Grace who got out,  followed by the three girls wearing nothing but
collars, their handbags and  smiles.
"Oh, my gosh!" exclaimed Kelly as she saw the jet. "This is so  exciting!"
 Grace led her flock to the staircase and then onto the plane where a
near-naked attendant greeted them. "Mistress sends her greetings," she said,  "
and wishes you a pleasant flight. She said to tell you that she would meet
you  at the airstrip when we land."
Grace eyed the girl admiringly and noted that  Katherine Powell had good
taste in slaves and a playful sense of humor. The girl  wore high heels, a
tiny apron around her waist that did not even extend low  enough to cover her
bald sex, a flight attendant's cap, and a name badge. The  badge, however,
was pinned to the girl's breast. A gold ring was fitted into the  flight
attendant's right nipple.  The name tag was pinned through the  piercing in her
left breast and announced that her name was Amy. Amy's breasts  were a bit
smaller than what Grace preferred in her slaves but were nicely  formed.  "
Thank you, Amy. We look forward to the trip and to meeting your  mistress."
Everyone strapped into their seats and the plane was soon in the air.  Amy
tended to everyone's needs, providing refreshments or a tongue as desired.
Within four hours, the plan was descending and all four women had their noses
pressed to the windows to admire the bright blue water below and to try to
catch  a first glimpse of their destination.
"Welcome to our island," their hostess  greeted them. "I'm Katherine
Powell, but you can call me KC." This caused Alana  to raise her eyebrows. That
name sounded familiar but she couldn't place it.
KC stepped forward and hugged Grace, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Grace
did not mind this uninvited intimacy at all, though. Their hostess was an
elegant and beautiful woman and was probably about Grace's own age. Plus,
she  was half naked, which won Grace's immediate approval. Their hostess was
wearing  a sarong that was draped over one shoulder and left one breast naked
and barely  covered her sex. She was wearing what an X-rated version of
what Tarzan's Jane  might wear.
"We are rather informal," she explained as she saw Kelly's jaw  hanging
and saw her eyes glued to the naked breast. In Kelly's defense, she had  only
seen slaves being exposed. The only exposure that she had seen a master or
mistress was in a bedroom or some other venue where they intended to have
sex.  Grace smiled. "I love the effect. It becomes you. I'm sure we will
love it here and I wanted to thank you for allowing us all to come." Katherine
 smiled. "On this island, you can cum as often as you like. But we do have
some  rules here. I will have Amy take the girls to their quarters and we
can return  to mine to discuss them."
KC and Grace enjoyed some lemonade together on the  veranda of KC's villa
and gazed out at the blue sea. The hostess explained that  the island was
owned by a group of wealthy women who enjoyed the wealth and the  time to
dabble in slavery.  Slaves were brought here and could be played  with without
all of the hassles and prying eyes and judgments that were normally
experienced elsewhere in the world.  Although technically, the island was  part of
one of the lesser countries of the Caribbean, officials never visited so  it
was almost like owning your own country.
On the island, slaves had  specific owners but were available to all.
Slaves were to be kept bound in some  way at all times, but most of the time that
meant that their hands were tied in  front of them. It was too difficult
for them to work with any other type of  bondage. She admitted, however, that
this rule might have to be broken for the  "lovely young architect." "She
really is a beauty. Wherever did you find her?"  Grace smiled. "Thank you.
And yes she is beautiful. I guess I just live in a  good neighborhood. She
lives next door."
"Oh," responded KC. "So you didn't  buy her?"
"No. I captured her. One of the best things I have ever done." KC  went on
to explain that there was a form of hierarchy of mistresses. The  governing
council wore the sarong over one shoulder, although they were allowed  to
wear less if they desired. Full members wore the sarong tied around their
waist, leaving their upper body bare. Initiates or trial members wore
nothing.  "I will be asking you if you want to join at the end of your  visit. You
will be able to experience the island paradise until then. And as a  guest,
you are not obligated to follow our guest code. But you should feel free  to
consider yourself an initiate if you would like.
Grace listened to all of  this intently and realized that she had just been
invited to strip off her  clothes. "Oh well," she thought. "Might as well
go native."
"Thank you,"  replied Grace, "I'm sure that I would be delighted to join
your society. And I  think that I would like to experience it as an
initiate, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," smiled KC. And she watched as Grace arose and
removed  her clothing, folding it neatly on a nearby chair. Once naked, Grace
slowly  turned, displaying herself to her hostess.
"You look magnificent," commented  KC. "You look positively ownable!"
Grace smiled at what she assumed to be a  compliment and even found herself
blushing slightly. "Thank you, KC," she  replied demurely.  "I mean it. It's
a good thing that you aren't bound in  some way or you would be snapped up
in a heartbeat by half the owners here." KC  led Grace on a tour of the
compound. Then they walked to the top of the hill and  KC was able to point out
the rest of the facilities. The whole island was  visible from the crest and
the sight was breathtaking.  "This is such a  wonderful place," remarked
Grace. "So peaceful." That last comment, however, was  interrupted by a
shriek coming from another small cluster of villas.
"That  would be Lizbeth. She gets a little carried away at times," said
KC. "I'll have  to have another talk with her."
"Surely she isn't torturing one of the  slaves," said an aghast Grace.  "
No, no, nothing like that," replied the  hostess. "We don't allow anything
heavy here. Certainly no blood or any level of  pain that would cause that
kind of scream. She was probably threatening one of  the girls with one of
her snakes or tarantulas. She's a little odd."
They  wandered back down the hill to a rickety old building and stopped. "
This will be  Alana's challenge. This is our meeting hall and it's been in
need of something  for years. When I heard of Alana's work, I knew she would
be the one to make it  special. But I'm afraid she will have to knock it
down and start from scratch."
Grace nodded as she observed the decrepit building. "I would guess so. It
doesn't look like there's much to work with on this one." KC turned toward
Grace  and reached out resting her hands on the woman's shoulders before
sliding them  down her arms. "I just had to do that. You really are quite
beautiful. May I?"
Grace smiled nervously and nodded slowly. She had just given permission for
 her hostess to inspect her as if she were a slave herself. KC's hands
traveled  back up the arms and then back down again. Grace's arms were raised
and then her  hands were placed together behind her neck. KC walked slowly
around Grace  trailing her fingers lightly over the flesh.
"Were you ever a slave?" asked  KC as her fingers lingered on the soft
swells of Grace's bottom.
"No," she  replied. "My husband and I used to play games where I was
sometimes the  submissive. But I was never a slave."
"Pity," responded KC as she continued  her tour. She moved back in front
of Grace and lifted each breast in her hands,  bouncing them slightly as if
weighing them.  "Wonderful. So heavy and so  firm."
KC went on to squeeze the orbs lightly, enjoying the way the flesh  oozed
from between her fingers. Then she leaned down and flickered her tongue  over
each nipple and blew on them, causing them to stiffen. "They are so
wonderfully responsive."
Then she lowered the breasts again and squatted  down in front of her guest
letting her fingers dance across Grace's belly. They  finally stopped at th
e little patch of fur and she tugged lightly on the brown  hairs there. "You
should consider shaving this. You have such a wonderful body  and it would
make you look so much sleeker and sexier."
Grace remained  silent, feeling herself trembling slightly as her hostess
continued the  inspection. Grace closed her eyes as she felt the fingers
gliding over her  labia, knowing that KC would quickly discover how aroused she
was. Then her eyes  flew open wide as she felt a wet finger being rubbed
over her lips and pressed  into her mouth.
"You are beautiful. And I love the way that you are so  aroused," said KC
as she rubbed her finger on Grace's tongue, cleaning it.   KC had not yet
finalized her plan. Her primary objective had been to own  Alana.  She figured
that the first step was to get her to the island. And  she thought that she
might have a talk with Grace and make the offer to her  directly and that
Grace might agree to sell Alana once she saw the paradise that  would be the
new home for her slavegirl.
Now, however, after getting to know  Grace, so many possibilities were
presenting themselves. She could allow Grace  to be one of the mistresses in
residence or to be an occasional resident of the  island. But she might also
want to enslave this mature but very beautiful woman,  along with her three
gorgeous slaves. "So many decisions," thought KC as she  took Grace's hand
and led the confused woman along the road back to the main  compound.
There were no cars on the island. The only methods of travel were  walking
or pony carts. One of the decorative carts passed the two mistresses as
they walked toward their destination and Grace enjoyed the sight of two equally
 decorative ponygirls. Each was decked out with matching white leather
harnesses.  Each wore a bit and bridle. And each wore a white plume above her
head. Reins  were attached to nipple rings to guide the girl and the driver
held a long buggy  whip in her hand, but was not seen to use it.
"Amazing," uttered Grace.
"Aren't they spectacular?" asked KC. "Are they your first ponygirls?" "
Well  they're the first that I have seen like this. I've seen some being
trained, but  I've never seen them in action. They are beautiful. And so well
trained."
"Maybe we can have your girls trained for it during your visit."
"That  would be very nice."
They passed Alana as they got close to KC's villa. She  was dangling upside
down with rope around her ankles and her legs spread wide  apart. Her hands
were bound behind her with her hands on the opposing elbows and  there was
a ball gag in her mouth. Grace would not have even recognized her  slave if
it weren't for the platinum blonde hair that hung downward, looking  like a
powder puff. A mistress was alternating between playing with Alana's very
exposed sex and flogging her.  There were already several pinkening welts  on
her back, thighs and breasts.
"Are you enjoying my pet?" asked Grace.
"Very much," replied the mistress with a British accent. "The way she
wiggles and moans is delicious."
"Grace, I would like you to meet Fiona,"  said KC, introducing the two
women.  "Fiona, this is Grace. She is thinking  about joining us and brought
her three slaves with her. The one you are striping  will be designing us a
new meeting hall."
"Delighted to meet you, Grace," as  she stuffed the handle of the whip in
Alana's sex so she could shake hands. "You  brought us very fine meat. I
hope to enjoy each of your girls before you leave  us."
Grace smiled and shook Fiona's hand. "Feel free to help yourself." The
next one they encountered was Kelly. She was bent backward over a padded bar
with her legs and arms spread wide. She looked almost like a contortionist
because of the extreme way she was doubled over. She too wore a gag and,
from  the looks of it, the penis gag reached far back in her mouth. Her breasts
were  bound and were turning a bright red as the attending mistress pinched
and teased  the nipples.
Grace walked over and ran her palm over one of the breasts,  feeling the
heat.
"This won't damage her, will it?"
"Of course not,"  replied the mistress who Grace learned was named Carla. "
These breasts are too  magnificent to even think about damaging. I promise
that I will be very careful  with her."
Finally, they made their way back to KC's home and Grace realized  that she
had just spent the last couple of hours walking around fully naked and
being introduced to people. She should have felt self-conscious about her
nudity  but she realized that it had not embarrassed her at all. "I guess I know
how the  girls have adapted," she thought to herself.
"Have you ever considered  making a business out of what you do with girls?"
 asked KC as she and Grace were  once again on the veranda but with
cocktails this time.
"But I have made a  business out of the girls," she replied. "A very
lucrative business. And all of  them are involved in one way or another." "I'm
sorry," said KC. "I wasn't clear  with my question. What I meant to say was
that you have a wonderful talent for  procuring extremely beautiful and
sexual girls and then training them. Have you  ever considered making a business
out of that? Have you ever considered selling  some of your girls and
procuring new ones to train?"
Grace was not offended  by the question. Charles had already let her know
that she could be filthy rich  just by selling the ones she had and retiring.
But that wasn't what she wanted.  She had claimed the ones she wanted and
meant to keep them.
"I do have a  male for sale," responded Grace. "But I have become rather
attached to the  girls." And then she chuckled. "Or they have become
attached to me." "I do hope  that, if you ever change your mind, you will contact
me. I would buy the whole  lot of them."
"That's very flattering," said Grace. "I will keep that in  mind. I'm
curious.
How many people inhabit this island?"
"Oh, it  varies," responded KC. "Right now, we probably have twenty
mistresses and a few  more slaves. But there are times when we have over a hundred
people living here.  Why do you ask?"
"I was just curious. I wanted to know more about what I  might be getting
myself into."
KC reached over and squeezed one of Grace's  breasts. "You are getting
yourself into more than you ever imagined possible."
Grace sucked in her breath at the touch, feeling the warm hand of her
hostess claiming her breast. "They certainly are accepting in this group. They
seem to welcome newcomers quite readily," she thought.  KC then stood and
set her glass down. "Come," she said, which prompted Grace to do the same.
The  two women bathed together in a luxurious large tub and Grace surrendered
to the  manipulations of her host who washed and shampooed her. "I could
get used to  this kind of pampering," thought Grace.  They walked to the
dining hall  where all of the other inhabitants of the island were gathered. KC
led her guest  to a table and two slaves immediately appeared and knelt
beside them. One of  them was Amy from the flight who knelt next to Grace's
chair. She had lost all  of the accoutrements since the flight and now was
totally naked with her hands  bound in front of her.  Grace looked around at the
women seated at the  tables and remembered the hierarchy which she had
nicknamed "one breast, two  breast, pussy" in her mind.  One breast was the
nickname for the most  senior mistresses and she saw about ten of them. Two
breast was the nickname for  the next level. These were the ones who could wear a
sarong around their waists  but had to keep their chest naked and there
were almost the same number of them.  Pussy was the label for the newcomers
like herself who wore not clothing at all.  She saw only one woman other than
herself who fit into that category.
She  glanced around for her girls. She saw Alana kneeling beside a
one-breast and  eventually spotted Kelly kneeling beside a two-breast. But she hadn'
t seen  Meredith since they got off the plane earlier that day and she was
starting to  worry. She kept scanning the room and finally sighted her
beautiful red-haired  slave. She was bound to a table with food piled on her and
around her.  "If  you're wondering about your Meredith," said KC, "she's
dessert tonight. I think  you might enjoy this."
Grace glanced back at Meredith to get a closer look  and to try to
understand what the hostess had just said. Meredith was bound in a  very
uncomfortable looking position. Her arms were pinned behind her and  appeared to be
bound to her calves, which were tucked beneath her leaving her  thighs spread
wide. Her mouth was wide open and Grace assumed that some kind of  device had
been placed between her upper and lower teeth to keep her that way.  Piled
high on her breasts were enormous amounts of whipped cream making her look
like some kind of mammary-freak wet dream. Berries and sliced fruits and
bananas  were placed decoratively on the table beside her, along with bowls of
various  sauces. But what really caught Grace's attention was Meredith's
belly. She  looked as if she were two or three months pregnant the way that
her belly was  protruding.  "She looks quite full," Grace said, trying to act
nonchalant  about the condition of her slavegirl.
"Oh, she is," agreed KC. "She's  marinating the fruits. The dessert chef
spent most of the afternoon working on  her. I understand that she's able to
handle a lot."
"What do you mean?"  asked Grace.
"Well, the report that I got was that the chef became concerned  after she
had filled her with more than he thought she could handle. She was  worried
that she was pushing things into her womb. So she reached in to start
pulling the stuff out and..." Grace interrupted. "Reached in? Reached inside
Meredith?" "Of course," replied KC. "It's done all the time. But what she
found  was that she was just able to handle more than she expected. So she
stuffed her  again and stuffed her tightly. She looks so cute like that, doesn't
she?" Grace  looked back at her "pregnant" slavegirl and had to admit that
she did look  adorable, even if she also looked very uncomfortable.  Grace
never got a  chance to talk to Meredith that night. The one time that she
approached the  dessert tray, another mistress was sucking blackberries out of
Meredith's mouth.  That turned out to be why Meredith's mouth was pried
open.  Each time the  berries were gone, someone refilled her mouth to let
diners suck the fruits out  and enjoy Meredith's soft lips.  Alana got to work
the next day and she  used this opportunity to teach Meredith the tricks of
her trade. Keeping with  the traditions of the island, their hands were bound
in front of them but enough  chain was left between their hands to let them
do whatever they wished. Fiona  oversaw their activities as Meredith
learned how to use a surveyor's scope, how  to take notes using the appropriate
symbols and nomenclature, and how to take  pictures from the best angles so
that all of the needed information would be  recorded.
Fiona mostly relaxed in a lawn chair that had been carried by the  two
girls but would occasionally interrupt their work "to make things a little  more
fun." One of her ideas of fun was to have the girls bend over while she
inserted butt plugs into them with flowing tails that would swish against the
backs of their calves as they moved about. Alana's was a direct match of
the  platinum hair on top of her head and, while Meredith's tail was red, it
was not  a very close match. The tails took some getting used to but soon the
architect  and apprentice were back at work.
The next diversion for the girls was a bit  and bridle. Leather straps fit
around their heads and across their foreheads and  held the padded bar that
ran across their mouths and between their teeth. This  took a lot of getting
used to and severely impeded their efforts since their  conversations were
reduced to nonsensical sounds.
"Aren't you the prettiest  ponies?" praised Fiona before giving each naked
rump a pat and sending them back  to work.
The girls did manage to make progress by using a combination of  garbled
words and hand gestures. Eventually, however, it started to rain. "Maybe
tomorrow we can get some real work done," thought Alana. Alana and Meredith
quickly packed the instruments and papers into the two waterproof cases and
prepared to leave.  "Not so fast," warned Fiona. "Let's get a little
training in while we can, shall we?" Fiona stepped in front of each girl and
placed a nipple clamp on each breast. The girls howled with each new clamp. Each
 had saw-tooth jaws that bit cruelly into their tender flesh and from each
hung a  tiny bell.  "Step lively, girls," instructed Fiona as she slashed a
crop  across Alana's vulnerable bottom. "Raise those knees high. We'll
have you  prancing in no time." Each girl had a choice as they walked back to
the compound  as the storm continued to strengthen. They could either raise
their knees with  each step so that their upper legs were parallel to the
ground or they could  endure the bite of the crop with each infraction. They
quickly learned the  movements of prancing.
"We'll be here forever, Mistress!" complained a very  frustrated Alana
once they were returned to Grace in the guest villa. "It was  nothing but an
endless string of distractions!"
"Maybe they want it to take  forever, pet," replied Grace. "I know I would
do anything I could to prolong my  time with you if I were them. By the way...
 nice tails."
Alana hmmmphed and  slapped her hands down against her thighs in
frustration. It always seemed that  there was an answer to all of her concerns,
regardless of whether or not the  answer made any sense.
"Come, little one," commanded Grace as she sat and  reached out her arms
with her palms up. Alana dutifully knelt before her owner  and positioned her
breasts in her Mistress' hands. Grace motioned with her head  for Meredith
to kneel beside Alana and then shifted to the side to be able to  hold a
breast of each girl.  "You are both very special. And I'm not  surprised that
they want to keep you here longer." She gave each breast a loving  squeeze. "
In fact, I get the sense that we are all very special. I'm not sure  that
they are used to seeing mistresses and slaves who love one another. Maybe
they're trying to learn from us."
Grace then led the two girls to the  bathroom where a huge tub awaited
them.  Meredith drew the bath and then  the three women slipped into the hot
water to luxuriate for close to an hour.  Grace had her two girls bathe her and
delighted when they took it upon  themselves to pleasure her. With Meredith'
s fingers toying with her sex and  Alana's lips on her breasts, it did not
take long for Grace to climax.
"Mmmmm, I wonder where Kelly is," Grace thought as she leaned back against
 Meredith who was cradling her head between her firm breasts. "Too bad she
missed  this tender moment."
Kelly was, at the moment, being prepared for dinner. In  actuality, she was
being prepared to be a serving platter for dinner. She was  suspended
between four poles with arms and legs outstretched. At the moment, a  padded
bench was supporting her back so that the various hors d'oevres could be  placed
on her decoratively. She had already been warned, however, that when
cocktail hour arrived, the bench would be removed and three metal spikes would
replace it.  This would ensure that Kelly held her body completely flat and
did not sag or slump at all because, if she did, the spikes would jab her
and  correct her positioning.
Kelly felt fingers placing crackers and vegetables  on her belly. She
jumped slightly as she felt cheese being scooped and piled  onto her belly button
but stopped moving when the chef pinched her nipple hard  and leaned down
to tell her that she would serve the nipple on a cracker to  someone if she
moved again.  Kelly believed her.
Caviar was scooped  onto her nipples and then patted down. Additionally,
crackers were arranged on  her upper chest. Shrimp were arranged at the base
of her breasts. She had never  felt so inanimate in all her life. She really
was nothing more than a serving  tray to this woman.
Most of the preparations were complete and Kelly was  allowed to rest for
the moment until it was time for the guests to arrive. The  chef went on to
prepare her other dishes and Kelly just prayed that none of the  slaves was
being used as a baking dish.
The first diners started to arrive  and it was time to wheel out the
appetizers.  The chef returned to Kelly  with a plate full of carrots and celery.
One by one, she pushed the vegetables  into Kelly. Quickly, Kelly felt full
but carrots and celery stalks kept being  pushed in, stretching Kelly wider
and wider.  "There is no need for a dip  tonight," explained the chef as
she leaned down and kissed Kelly. "I'm sure they  will enjoy your marinade."
Then she squatted down, removed the padded bench, and  replaced it with the
three metal spikes. Kelly was wheeled out to the dining  room, much to the
delight of the gathering mistresses.
Grace had to chuckle  as she saw the predicament that her daughter was in.
Thankfully, she knew  that Kelly was in great shape and was capable of
withstanding this torment. It  would not be muscles that failed her if she ended
up betting stabbed by the  spears. It would be her concentration.  The
mistresses surrounding her and  reaching for various hors d'oevres seemed intent
on distracting her. Instead of  simply pulling out a stalk of celery or a
carrot, each diner would slide it in  and out of her sex numerous times. One
even toyed with her clit as she did that,  explaining to those around her
that, "this freshens the marinade."
Kelly  ended up jerking slightly as the vegetables were moved in and out
and gasped as  she felt the sharp metal tips jabbing at her back. She
straightened out her  posture just as the women discovered the caviar. Cracker after
cracker was  scraped across her sensitive nipples as the mistresses tried
to capture each  precious fish egg. She heard herself moaning but tried very
hard to keep her  body straight to avoid the spears below.
Thankfully, the food was  disappearing from her body and she knew she would
soon be free of torment. But  just as she thought that things would get
better, they got much, much worse.
"We can't let all of this caviar flavor go to waste," exclaimed one of the
 mistresses as she leaned down and sucked as much of Kelly's right breast
into  her mouth as she could.
"I agree," replied a second mistress. "Waste not,  want not." Then she
dipped her head and sucked the left nipple, along with a  generous amount of
breast into her mouth. This caused Kelly to lose her  concentration and she
immediately felt two of the spears jab at her tender  flesh.
"And we can't let this carrot go to waste, either," announced a third
mistress.  Unknown to Kelly, all of the smaller vegetables had been eaten,
leaving a carrot that would have qualified as a Burpee poster child still in
her  sex. The mistress slid it out until only the tip was within the folds of
Kelly's  labia.  Then she slid it slowly forward, aiming it carefully until
it  touched Kelly's cervix. She kept pushing, slowly but insistently as
Kelly  growled and writhed.  She was getting constantly jabbed at this point but
 almost didn't care. The pleasure from the lips on her nipples was mingling
with  the pain from the spears. The carrot was a totally different matter.
It had its  own pleasure and pain. Once it was clear that the carrot had
penetrated Kelly's  womb, the two suckling mistresses reached under the slave
to support her so that  she didn't damage herself. Within moments, she
shrieked and stiffened and then  her cart was wheeled back into the kitchen where
the spikes were removed and she  was allowed to recover before being
released.
"Oh my god, Mom!" exclaimed  Kelly later that night. "It was so intense!!!"
 "I could tell," smiled Grace as  she held her daughter's breasts in her
palms as she liked to do with Alana. "Did  you like it?" "Oh god no!" she
replied emphatically. "But I can't wait to do it  again!"
"Grace leaned forward and kissed Kelly's forehead, giving each  nipple a
tweak.
"You are a beautiful slavegirl."


Chapter 21: A New World Order
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KC  and Grace took a walk the next morning. "How have you been enjoying our
island?"  asked KC.
"I think it's fabulous," replied Grace. "It's so beautiful and  your
entertainment is so... interesting."
KC laughed. "Yes, your daughter did  give us a hot performance last night,
didn't she? How are the girls reacting to  it?"
"Mixed, I would say," responded Grace, honestly. "They are not used to
pain as a stimulant or as entertainment. I generally use pain only for
punishment. Hey are having to adjust."
"Well they seem to be adjusting  nicely," smiled KC. "And they seem to be
quite popular. Which one is your  favorite?"
"Oh, I love them all," replied Grace. "It would be too difficult  to
select a favorite."
"But surely you have one who you view as your favorite  toy or best pet." "
They really are each my favorite in different ways. One is my  daughter, so
that makes her my favorite. One is so loving and caring that she is  my
favorite. And one is so beautiful and sexual that she is my favorite. I  really
couldn't single out any of them as my overall favorite."
"Alana must  be the one who you called `so sexual'", observed KC. "She is
definitely that.  You must be the envy of every slave owner in the world
and she must be the  number one item on all of their Christmas lists." Grace
laughed at the thought  of Santa receiving so many wish lists asking for
Alana to be gift-wrapped under  the tree on Christmas morning. "I suppose so.
She's very special."
"Yes she is," agreed KC. I had heard about her as a slave before I even
heard about her designs. I even made an offer on her to buy her. But now that
I  have seen her, I can see why you didn't accept the offer. She's worth
much  more." "That's very flattering," commented Grace. "If you don't
mind, I'd like  to be able to tell her that story."
"I don't mind."
"I should tell you  that you have had some stiff competition," Grace went
on. "I have never seen any  of the offers, but Charles tells me that one
person even offered twenty five  million dollars for Alana." KC hesitated, not
knowing whether or not to continue  this topic, but then sighed. "That was
me."
Grace gasped and then blushed  again. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I
probably should have at least looked  at the offer. And I should have
written you a letter thanking you for the offer.  And..." Her babbling was quickly
cut short by KC stepping before her and placing a  finger on Grace's lips to
silence her.  KC leaned forward and kissed Grace,  raising her hands to
hold each of Grace's exposed breasts. "Hush."
Grace's  head was spinning. Once again, she felt herself being handled the
way that she  handled her girls and it was very unsettling.  "We have much
to learn from  you," started KC. "I revoke my offer. I want you to own
Alana. And I want you to  own Meredith and Kelly, also." "I'm not sure I
understand," replied Grace with a  furrowed brow.  "I mean that you and your
slaves have something beautiful.  It's a slavery with love. I wanted that for
this place. That's why I bought this  island." KC paused and sighed. "But over
the years, it has changed. New people  have come into the society with
different views. It's not the same any more.  Help me change it." Grace was
still reeling as KC's hands still held her breasts  and she felt two fingers
from each hand closing together to tighten on her  nipples. "How can I change
it?" asked Grace as the fingers sent delicious  thrills through her body.  "
By being you," explained KC. "And by continuing  to own your girls and by
bringing them back here. I plan to change the charter.  I'm eliminating the
current hierarchy." Fingers started to roll the erect  nipples back and
forth and stretch them away from Grace's chest.
"Oooohhhh!!!" gasped Grace. "That feels good! But I still don't
understand."  KC tilted her head down and kissed one of Grace's nipples. "I'm
disbanding the  governing council. And from now on, there will be two levels of
mistresses.  There will be you and me on one level and then there will be
all of the others.  Although I will need you to teach me how to treat  slaves
like you do. And, of course, there will be the slaves."
"Wow," gasped  Grace as KC moved her lips to her other breast. "I don't
know what to say. So  does that mean that I will be a one-breast?" KC gave a
look of confusion and  then Grace giggled and told her hostess how she had
described the hierarchy of  the island to her girls. KC laughed and nodded.  "
You can be a one-breast,  two-breast, or pussy. You can even be a
no-breast, if you like. You figure out  how it should work. From now on this island
is ruled by Queen Grace and Queen  Katherine."
Grace smiled. Queen Grace sounded good. And that meant that  Alana would
finally truly be a princess.
But she needed one more thing  before she could agree. Alana had a house to
finish. She described how important  this was to her slavegirl and KC came
up with a plan that made Grace smile  broadly. KC and Grace sent a planeload
of slavegirls to Alana's home where they  spent several weeks completing
the changes with the help of some contractors who  actually knew what they
were doing. In the end, almost everyone was happy. The  girls had a wonderful
time. The contractors voiced no complaints and were  generally seen leaving
the worksite with grins on their faces. The teenage boys  and girls from the
neighborhood seemed a lot happier and spent a lot less time  in front of the
television while the slavegirls were working on the house and  landscaping.
The husbands clearly approved and spent much more time working on  their
yards, shifting from front yard to back yard frequently, depending on  where
the girls moved. There were just a few of the women in the neighborhood  who
did not appreciate the giggling and productive new workforce.

The End

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