Cow Girl_(0)

I TAKE ABSOLUTELY NO CREDIT FOR THIS WORK, I just wanted to pass it along.

COW GIRL

By TopCat

Chapter One
Carol was not your typical Iowa high school girl. She was raised by what could only be called a dysfunctional family. Her parents paid very little time concerned with her happiness or comfort. Her father was a long-haul trucker who enjoyed the job because it kept him away from his obese wife who rarely left the house except to go the grocery or liquor store. So it was only natural that Carol would be attracted to any source of attention.
She lived in rural Iowa and her nearest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away. She had to endure a forty-minute bus ride to get to school and she dreaded this daily trek. It was during these bus rides that Carol was subjected to the cruel ridicule of her peers as they mocked her poor cloths and her mother’s appearance. Carol herself was a pretty girl who had developed quickly. Her ample breast and baggy clothes gave the impression of chunkiness that was unfortunate. In reality she still had a bit of baby fat to grow out of but she had a body that most would fine highly attractive. She was self-conscious of her body’s sexual maturity and worked to hide it during these grueling bus trips.
It was on the last leg of her return bus trip on a dusty May day that Carol saw a sight that would change her life. Rapidly gaining on the trudging bus was a bright red motorcycle being driven by a blonde girl in a leather jacket. What was interesting to Carol as she gazed out the back window was that she recognized this girl as being new in school. Carol did not think she lived near her yet why would she be coming down this rural road if she didn’t. As Carol watched, the mystery girl tore past the bus and sped down the road. This girl had been the topic of some gossip because she was a loner and seemed a hood. She took no grieve from the cheerleader types and had been rumored to have punched one out. Carol thought she was a striking girl with a tall athletic stature that Carol would love to emulate.
Carol watched as the bike turned down an access road to a farm that had recently been for sale. A thought quickly came to Carol’s mind as she pictured herself riding to school with this tall blonde on the motorcycle and avoiding this agonizing bus trip and the constant barbs from her peers. The trick was how to strike up a friendship with this girl who was such a loner. Carol spent the evening sitting on the poach swing racking her mind on how to open this relationship. The answer came naturally as she notice the blonde and another women jogging down the road in spandex running outfits. A large German Shepherd dog ran alongside. Carol sat in awe as she watched the two ran past her house. They looked over as they past and waved to her. She waved back and quickly thought of an opening.
She went inside and got two cold beers and went out to the road to wait. About fifteen minutes later the two came back up the road, sweat shining off their tan skin in the moonlight. Carol called out as they came close and said, "You guys look thirsty, would you like a beer?" The two slowed then stopped. They were breathing hard and it took them a minute to catch their breath. The older women reached out for the drink with a smile on her face, "This is really neighborly of you. My name is Megan Barker and this is my daughter Rachel."
Rachel took a long look at Carol, appraising her up and down, then smiled and took here brew. "Have I seen you at school?" Carol looked down at her shorts and baggy T-shirt and replied, "Yes, we are in the same English and gym class. I have been meaning to introduce myself but I’m kind of shy." Megan gave a nod to Rachel than started jogging in place. "Why don’t you two get to know each other a little better while I continue my run. Thanks for the beer, Carol. If your down near our farm, drop by and we will return the favor." With that said, she turned called to the dog, named King, and jogged on down the road.
Rachel stood on one leg and leaned on the wood fence. She seemed to be waiting for Carol to make the first step. Carol desperate to make this friendship work did not want to turn Rachel off by bringing her to her house and having her meet her mother. To an obvious health nut like Rachel, her mom would be a turn off. Carol offered to jog with Rachel back to her house. She was not an athletic girl, but she wasn’t too out of shape either. As they started off, Carol could see Rachel looking at her breasts bob heavily on her chest as she ran. Since she hated to wear a bra around the house on hot days, she had taken it off when she got home from school, not expecting having to run that evening. After about five minutes running and exchanging small talk about school and teachers, her boobs were hurting.
She brought her hands up and tried to hold her boobs from jumping up and down her chest with each step. Seeing this, Rachel slowed to a walk and said, "I see you’re blessed with great tits. I really don’t even need to wear a sports bra when I run, but mom says I must to keep my tits firm." Rachel asked, "Do your tits hurt from that little run?"
Carol feeling like a complete fool for trying to keep up with this girl in obviously great shape just nodded yes. "I guess I’m not in shape to do this kind of running, especially without support. My boobs are always getting in the way. I wish I had a body like yours and your mother. You guys have bodies guys must drool over."
Rachel gave a little grunt and said, "If I wanted some guy I guess I could have my pick. But my mom keeps me pretty busy with my training." By now they were in sight of Rachel’s house. Rachel stopped and turned to Carol with a questioning look on her face and asked, "Have you ever considered trying to improve your endurance and become more toned up. You have a nice body, but it could use some work."
Carol, always dissatisfied with her appearance, replied, "I would love to train but no one in my family is into that and I hate to work out alone. In gym I’m always trying to keep from being seen as such a geek that I never go out for sports".
Rachel gave a knowing smile, "If you are serious, I and my mom might take on the task of whipping you into shape. It would mean spending a lot of time down here at our house and maybe even going out-of-town to clinics and stuff. Do you think you can get away from your house for that much time?"
Carol jumped up and down with joy, "Oh hell yes, I can get away. My dad is never around and my mom doesn’t care if I ran away. It would be more food for her."
"Then it’s settled then, we will begin your training tomorrow after school. There’s only two more weeks of school left then you can devote yourself full time. Come down first thing after school and we will begin."
The initial reason for starting this friendship had slipped to the back of Carol’s mind when the opportunity to have a personal trainer help her out of her awkward years came up. Now she remembered, "You know I could start earlier if I didn’t have to take that long bus ride home from school. I noticed your great bike and was wondering if I could bum a ride home?"
Rachel gave Carol a slap on her butt and said, "I don’t know. With your big butt on my bike I might not be able to go as fast. But that will change in time. All right, meet me by the motorcycle parking after school. I’ll bring an extra helmet for you. I have to go now, Mom likes us to get a good rub down after our evening runs. It helps you sleep you know." With that, Rachel bounded down her drive to her house. She yelled over her shoulder, "Don’t worry about what to wear during training, we have all the stuff you’ll need. See you tomorrow."
Carol practically skipped all the way back to her house. The evening had worked out great. Not only had she met a new friend, got a ride to school, but also now saw a way to rid herself from her image as a daughter of a fat women who everyone thought would probably end up the same way. Carol swore she would not become like her mother, even if she had to endure all kinds of physical hardship.

Chapter Two
Carol didn’t get much sleep that night, she was so excited at the prospect of shedding her bad image. At school the next day, she talked briefly with Rachel in English class, but had more time to clutch during gym. The required gym wear was shorts and T-shirts. The sport this class was field hockey. Carol played for only one period as a fullback and got run over twice by quicker girls. Rachel took to the event like the true athlete she was. When she had the ball, she drove down the field, scoring most of the time. The coach had to take her out to make the game more even.
After class, the girls were required to take showers, Carol notice that Rachel undressed slowly and put her towel around her body as she went to the showers. Carol slowed her undressing also wanting to talk with Rachel while they showered. By the time they were to the showers, most of the girls had already finished and were drying off. Carol went into the same enclosed shower area as Rachel. It was her first opportunity to get a good look at Rachel’s body naked. What she saw made her wonder what kind of girl she had chosen for a training partner. Her body showed numerous bruises on her butt. They seemed to be in strips. Across her firm pert tits could also be seen shades of red. What caught her eye the most was the small studs that went through both her nipples. They were horizontal and entered right where the nipple met the areola. They fascinated Carol and it soon became obvious that Rachel noticed the attention. "What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen body piercing before?" Carol awoke from her rude gawking and apologized, " I’m sorry for staring, but no, I’ve never seen piercing before. Does your mother know you have them?"
Rachel soaping up her tits nodded, "Sure, she’s the one that got them done. I’ll show you something else when we get to my house if you’re up for another shock to your Iowa mentality." She turned her back and soaped her pussy. Carol tended to her own washing, thinking how unusual those pretty little studs looked on Rachel and what other surprises awaited her. When she was done, they rinsed off, and headed to their separate lockers to dry and dress. That was all she saw of Rachel till school was out. Not wanting to miss her ride, she ran to the motorcycle parking area and waited. Soon Rachel came out wearing her leather jacket and carrying two helmets. She tossed one to Carol, "Put it on." She hefted her bike off its kickstand and with one kick started it up. Carol swung her leg over the bike, and reached around to grab Rachel’s waist. She felt a wonderful throbbing from the powerful engine. "Hold on tight girl, cause here we go."
The bike jumped as if alive, and tore out of the school. Carol had never ridden on a bike before and was scared to death. Her grip tightened, and she felt her body wedged tightly into Rachel’s back. Her long black hair flew out the back of her helmet as they bombed down the country roads to home. When they skidded to a stop in Rachel’s yard, Carol’s hands had to be pried from around Rachel’s waist. "How did you like the ride? Still want to ride with me or is the bus more your speed?" This snapped Carol out of her funk and she slowly stepped off the bike. She could still feel the vibrations between her legs from the great ride and felt a familiar tingling to her pussy. "I’ll stick with you as long as you’ll have me. That was fantastic. It’s like riding a roller coaster. I was scared out of my mind, but want to do it again once its over."
Rachel laughed and shook out her hair when her helmet came off. "Great, I don’t want to hang around with a chicken. Let’s go inside and get you ready to start your training." They both bounded up the steps of the house and up to Rachel’s room. Carol jumped on to the bed and watched as Rachel began to strip off her school cloths. Again Carol tried unsuccessfully to not gaze at Rachel’s body as it was reveled to her. She again saw the studded nipples because when not exercising, Rachel did not wear a bra. When Rachel was down to her panties, she turned to Carol, "OK, now its time to see what we have to work with. Strip and we will begin to weigh and measure you for training."
Hesitantly rising to her feet, Carol reached back and unzipped her dress. Pulling it off her shoulders, she let it fall to the floor. She crossed her arms over her breast trying to decrease their size. "All of it, panties and bra. Off," commanded Rachel.
Reaching back she unclipped her bra. Once undone, the pressure of her tits, snapped her bra around her back and she pulled the cups away from her tits. She had large nipples befitting her ample breast and they quickly rose to the embarrassing situation. She pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Being a brunette, she had a dark mass of hair covering her pussy.
Rachel walked around Carol like an inspector. "Raise your arms above your head." Carol slowly lifted her arms up, causing her shoulders to rise, forcing out her tits even more.
"OK, time to do the before measurements. Stand straight and I will begin." She got a tape measure and a pad of paper. Beginning with Carol’s legs, she measured up her legs. When she got to her hips, she gripped each of Carol’s butt cheeks and measured their size. Carol asked, "Why are you taking such detailed measurements."
"My mother will want to keep an accurate record of your training. If you fall behind her exceptions, you will be sorry."
The measuring continued up her waist to her shoulder, arms and neck. Then Rachel asked, "You will have to help me with your tit measurements. Take you right tit and hold it up so I can get a measurement of the size around the base of your tits." Carol grasped her tit and pulled it out straight. It was weird holding her tits while Rachel taped all around them. She even taped the size of her areola and nipple length.
"Is this the best length your nipples get?" Rachel was looking at the half-inch nipples now sticking out of her tits.
"I guess so, they have gotten larger at times but not without help," Carol answered defensively.
"Well, this will not do. Mom won’t believe tit like yours have only half-inch nipples. What do you mean by they get larger with help."
Carol blushed and looked down at her tits. "I sometimes get the urge to play with my tits. I can even get my nipples to reach my mouth and suck them when I play with myself."
"No way could I do that. I would break my neck. Let me see you do it and I will get a great measurement for the record."
Still holding her breast, Carol brought it up to her and bent her head. She could just reach her nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and gently nibbled her nipple. It grew larger and she started to get self-conscious of her actions. She opened her eyes and say Rachel smiling.
"That looks like it feels good. How much did it grow?" Taking the tape measure, her nipples were now a good three-quarter of an inch long. Logging the number on the ledger, Rachel turned and asked, "How about the left nipple, will it get the same size? How about I help with this one." Moving slowly, she came up to Carol, and bent head to the stunned teens left nipple. Carol almost backed off, but Rachel’s arm had gone around her back and held her firmly.
The feeling of Rachel’s mouth and tongue caressing her nipple made Carol shiver. Rachel began by gently sucking the nipple but then moved to firmer nipping and by the time she pulled away Carol’s nipple had been chewed up. Quickly grabbing the tape, Carol’s left nipple measured a good inch long.
"Now that’s what I call an accurate measurement, and a great tit."
Walking over to her closet, Rachel started looking through her athletic outfits. She came up with a blue spandex outfit and tossed it to Carol. "Try that on for size". The two girls were roughly the same height, so the outfit fit but was really tight around the tits and butt. Turning to show Rachel, Carol felt totally fat and ugly. Her thick pubic hair stuck out the sides and could be seen through the thin material. "I look like a hairy pig in this outfit."
Rachel shook her head, took Carol’s hand and led her into her bathroom. "Take that off and sit on the counter." Shucking off the spandex, Carol slid up and sat on the bathroom counter. Rachel got a scissors out and began to snip off Carol’s pussy hair. When she had gotten as close as a scissors could do, Rachel got an electric hair clippers and began to buzz off the rest of her hair. Carol got worried when she saw how much was coming off and pushed Rachel away. "Stop, your going to make me look like a cue ball. How will I be able to take a shower at school? What will all the girls think."
Rachel stood up and gave Carol a cold look. "If you want to work out you will have to follow all the rules my mother requires. Besides when you work out you will be working up a sweat and having all this hair will cause you great discomfort and it will stink. As far as what the other girls say, there’s only two more weeks of school this year. You can skip gym if you are too afraid what those tramps at school will say. So, are you going to let me make you presentable for training or are you going to leave?"
When no alternative came to mind, Carol slowly opened her legs and said, "All right, I never liked all that hair anyway. Take as much as you want off."
Grabbing a tuft of Carol’s pussy hair and pulling, "Stand over the toilet and I will get rid of rest of this stuff." The clippers came to life and soon only short stubble adorned Carol’s pussy. "You know, this will grow back and itch like hell. You should get electrolysis, and then you won’t have to worry again. Until then we should do this regularly. I will help you and make it a regularly part of your training. OK?"
In for a penny, in for a pound, Carol thought. "You’re the coach. Do with me as you will."
Rachel rubbed her hands together and went to the sink. She ran the hot water and got out a disposable razor. "Come over her and sit on the counter again." With slow, short strokes, all the hair on Carol from her belly button to her pussy was sliced off. "Get on your hands and knees now and I will get rid of the stuff up your backside."
Carol felt like a cat as she got down and felt her ass cheeks being pried open. The gentle scrap of the razor soon made her as smooth as the day she was born. Reaching down and rubbing her smooth pussy and ass, Carol felt so different. This whole day had been a step into a new world. As she knelt naked with her pussy bare at the feet of a girl she hadn’t know for more than a day she wondered what would become of the ugly duckling Carol of yesterday.
Helping Carol to her feet, Rachel held Carol’s hand and led her back to her bedroom. Pushing Carol down to sit on her bed, Rachel put her hands on her hips and grinned like a spider who had caught a fat fly in her web. "Are you ready for that little surprise I mentioned in the showers this afternoon?"
"Sure, what have you got." Rachel slowly unscrewed the metal studs from her nipples. She went over to her dresser and got what looked like hoop earrings. She opened the rings and slid them through the holes in her nipples. Now two rings hung down from Rachel’s erect nipples. Carol had never seen such large nipples, much less on such average size tits. Rachel then took a strand of chain and clipped one end to one of the nipple rings. She then brought the chain up behind her neck and down, attaching it to the other nipple ring. The chain was of a length to force her nipples to be pulled up slightly when she bowed her head. When she raised her head back, her nipple rings were clearly straining, pulling her nipples and her entire boobs upwards.
"That must hurt when your raise your head. Why are you wearing that chain?
Rachel sat next to Carol and looked her in the eye. "My mother is a very demanding women. If you haven’t guessed she runs this family as she sees fit. She kicked my father out when I was two and I have lived with her and her sister Beth my whole life. We are into physical fitness and she plans for me to be an Olympic runner. We move around a lot because sooner or latter it becomes known that she physically controls me and we have to move on. I would do anything for my mother and hope you will accept our live style".
Carol sat stunned. What had she gotten into? She desperately wanted to stay this girl’s friend. For some reason she was deeply interested in the attention Rachel’s mother paid to her. She couldn’t imagine her parents caring enough to discipline her for error, much less working to have a vision of her future. "If your satisfied with your life, who am I to interfere. But why does she have you wear the rings and chain?"
Rachel lay back on the bed, an action that pulled her breast sharply upward. "Well, Mother says that only by constant reminders of the future hardship I will experience in professional competition will I be able to toughen my resistant to pain. Only by constantly being aware of my body and its shape will I work to keep it in condition. That is why when at home, I am not allowed to wear cloths. Only my rings and chains."
Carol lay on her side, and looked down on Rachel’s upper body. Being naked herself, she felt extremely inadequate next to this tanned beauty. "What do you mean by wearing only your rings and chains. I see only one chain."
"That’s my next surprise." Rachel sat up and pulled her panties down her legs. She got up and went over to her dresser and got another ring and a chain. She came back and sat cross-legged on the bed facing Carol. For the first time Rachel’s pussy was fully exposed. She had a bare pussy, just like Carol’s own newly shaved pussy. Sitting cross-legged had caused her pussy to pout open and another stud was visible.
The stud stuck up from the hood of her clitoris. As Rachel pulled her pussy open, Carol could see that the stud went down through her clitoris and was attached on the bottom with another screw stud. Rachel slowly unscrewed the top stud and slipped the bar out of her hood. She then placed the ring on the end of the chain over the bar. She then slipped the bar back through the hood and reattached the screw on stud. She then stood up in front of Carol. The chain dangled down between her legs and pulled on her clit and hood. They hung down a good inch from normal. Rachel then reached down and brought the chain up her back. She turned to Carol. "Would you snap that to the chain behind my neck?"
Carol was stunned, then got up and took the chain from Rachel’s hand and clipped it the nipple chain behind Rachel’s neck. Most of the weight was now taken off Rachel’s clit, but it still stuck out from her pussy. The chain went up her ass crack and had very little slack. "Well, this is how I live at home. If you want to leave, now’s the time. My mother will not allow any sign by you that you disapprove with how we live. If she does, she and I will not be able to help you and I won’t be able to give you rides to and from school. What to you say?"
How to answer that question. While Rachel’s family was the most open and sexually odd she had ever heard of, nothing so far could outweigh the excitement. In this one day, she had experienced such new thrills that she could not help but see what was to come. "Consider me part of the family"

Chapter Three
From that time on, Carol’s life changed forever. Rachel ordered Carol to redress in the spandex outfit and she put on a similar outfit. She took off the chains but left the rings in her nipples and clit. They put on running shoes and they both went out for an afternoon jog. The day was warm and sunny and soon Carol was drenched in sweat, while Rachel barely showed signs of exertion. After just fifteen minutes, Carol had to stop and bent over thinking she was going to puke. Her tits hurt from their jumping around even wearing one of Rachel’s athletic bras. They were just too big to overcome gravity. Rachel looked down at the tired teen. "I don’t think you will ever be a runner. I think we will have to come up with another way to get you in shape. I will have to keep to my running, but we will ask my mom what she thinks would be a good way to get you shaped up."
They slowly jogged back to the house. Megan Barker was waiting, sitting on the porch. She did not look happy to see the girls dogging their return journey. "You won’t win any competitions running like that"
Rachel nodded and looked scared. "Mom, I was seeing what kind of shape Carol was in, and found out that she will need some other training method besides running. She has poor endurance and her tits start hurting after only a short run."
"I was afraid of that. She has a body like my sister and we know how she has to work out. We may have to use the same training method on this little one as I used on her."
Carol had not met Megan Barker’s sister and was naturally curious about this training method they were talking about. "I haven’t met you sister. How does she work out?"
"It’s kind of difficult to explain without seeing it. It will be very awkward for you at first, but soon you will see the logic in using this training method on a body like yours. It’s too late today for fitting you out for this type of training, so we will start tomorrow. Its a Saturday. We will expect you bright and early. Make it 8 o’clock. Rachel, have you completed her measurements? We will need them to work out the correct harness for her."
"Yes, mother. I think you will be impressed with her sizes. We kind of had to do some trimming already to get her in this outfit." Rachel grasped Carol’s outfit and snapped the tight elastic cloths.
"Don’t be mean, Rachel. You have been training for years. Carol has just started and if she is dedicated, we will make her a valuable asset to herself and her friends." Megan put her arm around Carol’s shoulder and gave her a little hug. Megan Barker was an older version of Rachel. They both had sleek athletic builds. Megan was wearing a loose bathrobe and as they walked into the house, Carol noticed something shiny on Megan’s tit. She thought, ‘Like mother, like daughter.’ She wondered how close a family this was.
"You can keep this outfit if you want to wear it home, or you can change back into your school cloths. Rachel, I will expect you and I to put in some extra miles after dinner, since you barely worked out this afternoon." Letting go of their hug. "Now, Carol if you will excuse me, I have to see if my sister has got dinner on the way."
Megan walked down the hall and left the too alone.
"Do you want to change or wear that. You sure look a lot better in this than your baggy dress."
Carol agreed and went with Rachel to get her old cloths. As soon as they entered Rachel’s room, Rachel began to strip off her outfit. "Would you help me with my chains again Carol?"
"Sure" Taking the chain that Rachel clipped to her clit ring, Carol held it up while Rachel put on her nipple chain. "I kind of noticed that your mom has something attached to her tit too. Her robe was loose and I couldn’t help noticing when she hugged me."
"Yes, Mom is into body piercing and she has some stunning jewelry she wears. I am sure you will see it soon. Mom doesn’t wear cloths that much around the house either. You could call us nudist. But when you got it, flaunt it."
"I guess. I hope someday to be as open with my body as you guys are. But I have a ways to go first."
"You’ve got a great body." Rachel brought her hands up and was gently caressing the outlines of Carol’s boobs. "I love your tits. I’m kind of jealous in fact. I think I need to see your tits one more time before you go home. I can’t get over their size." Rachel was already pulling the shoulder straps down off Carol’s outfit, not giving her a chance to resist. It was like Rachel felt she had complete control of her body, now that she had agreed to let her train her.
With the outfit pulled down to Carol’s waist, her tits stood out for Rachel’s grasp. She messaged them and then pushed Carol back onto the bed. Lying on her back her tits flattened out. "I just love the feel of these jugs. Rachel leaned over and took one of her nipples into her mouth. Again she worked it over like before. Then she moved to the other. This was all getting Carol turned on. No matter how new this was, she always enjoyed having her tits sucked. It was a big part of how she masturbated. So all this sucking was getting her hot. At home she used a fat candle to rub her pussy and help her get off. Now, she couldn’t help but start to feel her pussy getting wet. She started to naturally move her hands down to her pussy, but stopped short when she remembered where she was.
Rachel noticed the movement and raised her head from her tingling tits. "Does this feel good? I love having my tits sucked. Do you want me to stop?"
Not knowing where this was going, yet highly worked up from all the sexual implication of the day, she just closed her eyes and shook her head no.
Taking this positive sign, Rachel grabbed Carol’s outfit and pulled it down her hips and off. Her new bare pussy could be seen shining. Rachel moved to lie fully on top of Carol and rubbed her tits over Carol’s large mummeries. They seemed to roll around her chest as Rachel moved over her body. Carol could feel the chains and rings as they rubbed into her flesh. Rachel’s head bent down and Carol felt her hot lips press against hers. She had never kissed a girl, but Rachel was insistent. She snaked her tongue along Carol’s lips until she opened her mouth. Rachel’s tongue was alive as it delved to taste Carol’s mouth.
Carol had never experience such a kiss and it took her breath away. By now her hips were grinding up against Rachel’s and her arms had moved down to squeeze Rachel’s strong ass. As Rachel bent to suck Carol’s ear and throat, her hands went back to working on Carol’s tits. They bucked against each other like two sex starved animals and soon Carol could feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. It flared up from her pussy and struck hard when Rachel brought her knee down to grind into her pussy.
‘Oh God, Don’t stop. You’re making me burn up." Rachel’s hot kisses continued to rain down on her and she floated in sexual bliss. Slowly she loosened her grip on Rachel’s ass and let her arms fall to her sides in surrender. "That was great. I didn’t know two girls could have so much fun. Did you come too?"
Rachel looked down at her new play toy. "It takes more than a little rutting to get me off, but I was close. Your body drives me wild. If you let me I could get off, but you might think how a little odd."
Carol wondered what Rachel was purposing. It didn’t seem fair to leave her high and dry while she had an orgasm. "What do you want me to do?"
"You just lay back and I will do the work. I just need to use these lovely big tits of yours." Rachel sat up, straddling Carol’s waist then began to move up so her pussy was over Carol’s tits. Reaching back behind her she unclipped her clit chain and brought it back out in front of her. She then reached down and grasped Carol’s right tit and squeezed it, pushed it up into a tight ball of flesh. She then wedged it up into her pussy, driving Carol’s taut nipple over her clit. Carol held onto Rachel’s ass and looked up at the blonde Amazon squatting over her tit. Rachel’s face was soon smiling and her head fell back causing her nipple rings to strain at their chains. Carol couldn’t help getting hot again as her tit was so roughly handled and rubbed into Rachel’s drooling pussy. Rachel’s pussy strained open as more of Carol’s tit was pressed up into it. Carol helped by taking over for Rachel holding her tit up. This freed Rachel to grab her clit chain and tug on it. This seemed to drive her over the top and she let out a hiss of breath and held still. After a moment, she rolled off Carol and fell into a heap.
Looking over and bringing an arm over to pet Carol’s pussy soaked tit, Rachel smiled. "Now that’s how these babies need to be used. I think this a start of a beautiful friendship."

Chapter Four
When Carol strode up to the Barker house the next morning, it was Megan, standing regally on the front porch that greeted her. "Your on time, that’s good. I demand promptness and dedication in the girls I train. What did you have for breakfast before you came today?"
Having to scrounge from her mother’s food supply, her diet was full of junk food. Carol proceeded under Megan’s probing questions to outline a diet that definitely contributed to her being out of shape. "The temptations to eat that stuff you have readily available at your house must be overcome. If there was some way you could stay here, we could be sure you did not stray. I could also start you on my special diet of vitamins and healthy foods. Is there any way you could stay with us so your training could be more complete?"
Her family, if you could call it that, would barely notice her being gone. But to move out for a time and live with this family was a big step. She didn’t know how she could arrange it without just sneaking off and having them think she was a runaway. She knew she wasn’t going to get any help from her parents to go on after she graduated from high school next year. They had no money and her grades would not get her any scholarships. She expected to find a minimum wage job and hopefully a husband. Being in shape and more desirable might help. If it didn’t work, she could go back home in the fall and start school again. Until then, this offer sounded exciting and she already was looking forward to more fun with Rachel.
"I think I can sneak out and live down here. But I won’t be able to get out much or people will tell my parent I’m here. This house is well off the road and pretty isolated. I should be able to spend the time needed to get in shape here and then maybe head back home in the fall for school a new girl. Would that be OK?"
"You will have to follow my rules while you are here in training. Do you agree to this?"
Standing in front of this blond goddess made Carol desire to emulate her more than ever. "Yes Mrs. Barker."
"Mrs. Barker is too formal for the relationship we will develop. Since I am the Mistress of this house and now you, you will call me Mistress from now on. Is that understood?
Carol felt very small before this powerful women. Calling her mistress seemed crazy but looking into her eyes, she didn’t want to anger her. "Yes Mistress."
A look that made Carol shiver came over Megan’s face. It was like a child that has found a new toy dropped in her lap. "We will start your training today. Tonight you will pack your run away bag and sneak down here. We will have to make the town and your parent’s think you have left town. We will drive you to the bus stop and buy you a ticket to Chicago. You will get off at the first stop where I will be waiting to bring you back here. Doesn’t that sound like an adventure? Are you up to it."
Now that a plan was being laid out that would alter her summer for sure, she almost said no. But then she saw her reflection in the front window and knew this was her chance to get her life on track. The confidence these people showed and their great image was too much an attraction for Carol. "Yes Mistress, I will be down here this evening. My mom will probably not notice I’m gone for a week. I’ve already taken all my finals for this year, so I should get credit even if I blow off the last two weeks."
"Come now and I will start you with your first installment of my health potions of vitamins and a good breakfast. Than we will start in on finding the best type of training to suit your body."
While the vitamin mixture tasted odd, Carol took it like a trooper. By the time she was finished with breakfast, Rachel had returned from her morning run. "Why don’t you go up and keep Rachel company while she showers and I will think up a work out regime for you."
Jumping up to leave Carol grunted "OK." Megan slammed her hand on the table startling Carol and bringing her to a halt. "That’s not how a respectful young girl answers her host and don’t forget to address me properly." Carol stood stunned, than quickly lowered her head and said, "I’m sorry for being rude Mistress. May I go visit with Rachel now?"
Megan turned to leave and said over her shoulder, "Yes child."
Glad to have passed that test, Carol ran up the stairs to find Rachel. She heard the shower running when she came into her bedroom and went into the adjoining bathroom to see what Rachel was up to. Carol saw Rachel’s outline visible behind the shower screen washing her hair. Carol got an idea and went to the sink and filled a class with cold water. She then sneaked up and tossed it over the top onto the unsuspecting naked girl. Rachel let out a cry and pulled the curtain back. Carol was laughing at her practical joke. Rachel’s face went from surprise to a look intent on revenge. Much quicker than Carol thought possible Rachel reached out and grabbed Carol’s arm. She gave a mighty tug and Carol felt herself being pulled off balance and fell into the tub. She was now getting all wet laying at Rachel’s feet. She didn’t feel like she had hurt herself from the fall but she was stunned by Rachel’s strength and speed. Rachel reached down and began to spank Carol’s ass through her wet shorts. It hurt, so she rolled over and lay flat on her back. Rachel stood over her and glared down at her. "I hope that little spanking will keep you from trying that again. As long as your in here, help me by washing my hair and back. Take those cloths off, they are already soaked."
Getting up slowly, Carol pulled down her shorts and panties and then lifted her shirt off. Rachel turned her around and helped with her bra. Once naked Rachel handed her the shampoo and turned to face the shower. Carol enjoyed washing Rachel’s shoulder length hair and once that was rinsed clean she scrubbed her back. Rachel then turned around. "Might as well do the rest of me to make up for that little trick. Carol hesitated a second then began to wash the tall teen’s tits and belly. When she came to her pussy, Rachel took her hand and guided it up and down her snatch and butt till they were totally clean. "I like this. I see you will be very useful around the house." After rinsing off, they stepped out of the tub. "Dry me off, would you Carol."
She didn’t know weather that was a request or a statement, but being the guest and feeling guilty for playing the trick, she grabbed a large towel and began to buff Rachel dry. She took some time with her hair, but soon Rachel got up and went into the bedroom. Carol then finished drying herself and seeing as her cloths were all wet, she followed into the bedroom naked. Rachel was just finishing putting on her rings and chains.
"Since this is what I must wear around the house and your cloths are all wet, I guess you will have to begin your training naked. We will stay inside, and since we are nudists around the house you will not feel out of place. Come on." Grabbing Carol’s hand in the same steel grip, Carol was dragged out the door and down to the living room. They found a naked Megan doing sit ups. Carol had a good look at Megan’s body for the first time. She had a gold stud through each of her nipples. More studs could be seen sparkling around her pussy. She also had no hair on her pussy. She made a magnificent sight. Holding her feet was another women that could only be Megan’s sister. The sight of this new lady totally shocked Carol.
Rachel whispered to Carol, "That’s my aunt. My mother was always a dominating women and her sister is kind of her personal servant." The lady was on all fours holding down Megan’s legs. She wore nothing but a unique harness that looked very tight. She had a nice body, but what was odd were her tits. They were larger then Carol’s and hung almost to the carpet. Attached through the ends of her nipples were large weighty rings that pulled her nipples harshly. The nipples must have been almost two inches in length. The harness that encased her body had straps that surrounded her tits and held them firmly downwards. More straps when down around her ass and pussy and were also pulled tight. Her head hung down and Carol could not see her face hidden behind her hair.
Seeing the girls come in, Megan stopped her exercises and waved her hand dismissing her sister. The lady remained on all fours and crawled out a nearby door. Noticing Carol staring after the crawling women Megan felt a rare need to explain. "That’s my sister. She has had a hard life. She had a bad marriage, go hooked on drugs and when it was all through she came to me for support. I took her in but she kept up her old unhealthy lifestyle till I had to take drastic action. I now have to keep her under control or she will go off and try to kill herself with drugs again. I hope you don’t think me harsh but the only way to keep her from hurting herself is keeping her bound and working. She is quite helpful to me and we have a good relationship. She will tell you that she really appreciates all the work I put in keeping her in shape. I see you are following our house rules about cloths, that’s good. I think you will fit in nicely. Now you two can have the morning off. I’m still trying to work out your training Carol and we may not be able to start till after our little trip tomorrow. Off you go now."
"Yes Mistress" was all Carol could utter as Rachel pulled her out the door.
Once back up in Rachel’s bedroom, Rachel asked, "What can we do to get to know each other better? Why don’t you tell me more about your life."
Laying back on the bed, Carol proceeded to pour her heart out about her life and what she saw as her future. Rachel sat next to her, looking down and occasionally patted Carol in comfort and friendship.
Carol felt completely exposed to her new friend. Being naked and stroked by this beautiful teen helped to break down any barriers to honesty. Rachel hugged Carol when she talked about her terrible home live. Carol could feel Rachel’s rings and chain rub her tits as they clutched tightly. The rings continued to fascinate Carol.
"Do you think you will keep those rings when you eventually strike out on your own?"
"I have worn them for so long now that I can’t imagine not having them on. Besides having them on makes me horny all the time. You’ll have to experience it before you condemn it."
"I would be too scared to get pierced. I think I have a low threshold for pain."
"It’s just a matter of mind over pain. I have been training for a long time, and sometime the pain can be used for good. But you will have to train a while before you will see what I mean. "
Rachel sat back and looked like she was thinking hard. "I tell you what, why don’t we see if your pain threshold is really as low as you think. I promise to stop when you say, but to train properly we really should have an idea if you’re a wimp."
Carol never liked pain, but looking at all the rings on Rachel she thought she should try to show a little backbone. "OK, but stop when I say. What are you going to do to test me?"
"Well, we can’t have you thinking about it and backing out. That would ruin the test. You will just have to trust me. Lie back on the bed and I will get you ready for the test. When we are done I will make you feel great again."
Rachel went over to a dresser and came back with some leather items and some more chains. She took one of Carol’s arms, attached a leather cuff tightly and then ran a chain from the cuff to a ring on the headboard of the bed. She quickly repeated this with Carol’s remaining limbs. Carol tried to move or roll but she was pulled too tightly. Rachel sat astride her stomach and looked down at her prey.
"I think we must make it so you don’t see or hear what is coming to keep you from ruining the test." She got a leather mask and pulled it over her head. The mask was tight and she couldn’t hear or see anything. She then felt Rachel squeeze the sides of her jaw, opening her mouth. Before she knew what was coming, a rubber ball was deep in her mouth and being held in place by a strap that pulled on the sides of her mouth. Now she was scared, because she didn’t know how she was going to tell Rachel when she had enough. She moaned and struggled until she felt a hand grab her nipple and pinch it hard. Then a voice was at her ear. "Don’t waste your energy. I will know by your body language when you have had enough. Trust me. If you keep struggling I will not be able to accurately gauge your resistance."
Carol was still terrified, but what could she do. She lay quietly, awaiting her test.
The first think she felt was a stabbing prick in her right tit. She didn’t know what had caused it but the pain only lasted a moment then faded. This was followed by numerous stabs all around her body. The ones that hurt the most were when her pussy lips and nipples were pricked.
Rachel was really enjoying this. She was using sharp needles and pushing them slowly in about a half-inch into Carol’s skin. She noticed Carol’s struggles when she slowly pushed the needle through each of her nipples and her pussy lips. When she stopped, Carol looked like a pin cushion. Wanting to capture her handiwork, she got her camcorder and videotaped Carol’s body. Carol seemed to have handled this pain rather well so now she turned to a new pain giver.
She didn’t want to drive Carol away. The thought of losing this big titted teen as her plaything was unthinkable. So until she had moved in, she would go easy. Unknown to Carol, Rachel had been exposed to bondage and pain as an adjunct to sexual pleasure since she began to develop. Her mother was a true Mistress of pain and lived to inflict pain and dominate others. She had been the object of this drive as had Megan’s sister.
Megan’s sister, Beth had been Megan’s sex slave for as long as Rachel remembered. The story Megan has spun for Carol was a total lie. Now, Beth could not think of any way to live besides serving her sister. Their relationship now seemed normal to Rachel. Looking down at Carol, she began to picture this ripe teen as her personal slave. The thought of what she could do with this malleable girl made her wet with lust. But she had to play it cool until she committed to them by running away tonight. Once in their house, Carol would be watched and controlled until she was broken to Megan’s and Rachel’s will.
She chose to use candle wax as the harshest pain for this session. Before she did this she wanted to show the pleasure that she could deliver. The combination of pain and sex was an intoxication combination. Rachel took a vibrator and began to rub it up and down Carol’s spread pussy. She delved into her pussy with her fingers and the vibrator watching then quickly getting damp. As she pushed a finger in, she came up against an obstruction. She almost wet herself now that she knew that she had a virgin to make her slave. She wasn’t ready to deflower her today so she contented herself by putting the vibrator up against Carol’s clit and began the wax treatment.
The first touch of the vibrator on her pussy sent a shock through Carol’s system that was readying itself for the next stab of pain. The tender caress and probing soon had her totally confused. The constant buzzing on her clit started to drive her towards a climax. The first drop of hot wax on her nipple sent her brain into a tailspin. The continued drops on both her tits, and then her pussy lips were hard to understand because she continued on her rise to orgasm despite her pain.
When the vibrator moved down to press into her pussy and warm lips began to lick her engorged clit, she could not hold back. Her orgasm crashed over her. As this began, Rachel began to pull out the needles that stuck out of her body. With each pull, her orgasm climbed and she felt new levels of lust as her orgasm pressed on longer than any she has ever endured.
She finally went limp. Rachel raised her head and pulled out the vibrator and licked it clean. She got a warm wash cloth and began to clean the numerous drops of blood that had appeared where she had pulled the needles out. Soon, Carol’s body showed no signs of the blood and wax. She continued the soothing body scrub and massaged Carol’s massive tits. She couldn’t help tonguing and sucking those lovely orbs. Soon her own lust got to her and she grabbed the vibrator and jammed it deep into her pussy. She drove it in and out fast as she continued her attack on Carol’s breast. The excitement of having Carol as her prisoner and the vibrator got Rachel off in record time. When she had cooled down from her come, she put away all the tools of pain and pleasure and began to unstrap Carol.
When the gag and hood was removed, Rachel immediately rained kisses on Carol’s face. Still in a daze from the treatment she had just experienced she returned the kisses affectionately.
"Oh baby, you passed that test with flying colors. I really felt for you, but I hope my loving helped make up for the discomfort? You really are going to handle your training well. I can’t wait for it to begin. You still want to come live with us, don’t you?"
Carol’s thoughts were totally muddled now. She had begun to have second thoughts about coming to live with these bizarre women at the beginning of the pain test. She looked down at her body and saw only an occasional spot where the needle prick was still bleeding, but none of them hurt. She remembered the stunning orgasm she never though was possible. Looking into the glowing eyes of Rachel and enjoying this loving hug she responded honestly. "I never thought I could come that hard. If you promise to be kind like that to me I’ll be here for sure."
"I’ll give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine." Rachel knew she would also test the bounds of Carol’s endurance to pain and humiliation. But that would wait until she was addicted to Rachel’s sexual attentions.
Laying side by side they spent the rest of the morning listening to music, talking and occasionally kissing and loving. At noon, Megan called them to lunch. Both naked teens ate a healthy lunch and Carol had her vitamins. Carol noticed that Rachel was taking a different vitamin brew. "What’s the difference in our vitamins, Mistress?"
Megan turned from her work. "Well, Rachel has been on vitamins for years. You need to work up to her level. In time you will hopefully be on the same regime."
"I hope to live up to your expectations, Mistress."
Megan looked hard at Carol. "I’m sure you will do your best. If you falter we will just have to motivate you. I think you should go home now so your family doesn’t begin to question where you were. We don’t want anyone to suspect you are here once you run away. Now get dressed in you own cloths and go home. Be back by ten tonight and we will pull your disappearing act."
Both girls got up to leave, "Yes Mistress."
Once dressed in her damp cloths, she hugged and kissed Rachel good bye and went home to pack. She could barely keep her excitement under control. Whatever was going to happen while she lived with the Barker women, it would sure make her present live pale in comparison.

Chapter Five
Carol arrived just after midnight. "What took you so long?" Megan sat waiting on the porch.
"Sorry, my mother picked tonight to stay up and rattle around the house. I had to wait until she finally went to bed."
"Well, we still have plenty of time before the bus leaves, so no harm done. I want you to go freshen up and then we can start into town. I will have to drop you outside of town and you will have to walk to the bus stop. Remember you are running away, so you should avoid people. On the other hand, we want people to know that you have left town so no one will think to look around here. Buy the ticket in you own name and if you see someone who knows you, that’s OK, but don’t start any conversations. Now go get ready and say good night to Rachel. We leave in half and hour."
Carol left her bag on the porch and went up to Rachel’s room. She knocked and entered. Rachel was on her bed, dressed in her chains, reading a book. Carol said she only had a little time before her fake run away trip. Rachel got up and came over to Carol. "You don’t know how excited I am to have you coming to stay with us. I know we will become very close. Are you ready to go?"
"Just let me go to the bathroom and I will be ready to go." Carol was embarrassed when Rachel stood in the door and chatted while she pissed. When she was pulling up her pants, Rachel stepped forward and helped tuck her in. This attention was strange yet the intimacy she felt with her new lover could not be withheld. Rachel held her head in her hands and gave her a deep kiss. "That’s for luck. I will be waiting for you when you get back and then your training can begin in full. Now get going, you don’t want to keep mother waiting."
The next couple of hours were terrifying for Carol. Sneaking though town, with Megan shadowing her made her feel like a criminal. Buying the bus ticket, she was seen by two people that knew her and looked questioning at her. She quickly moved on and hid in the ladies room until her bus was called. There was no one she knew on the bus but it crowded. It took about an hour to reach the next town and once they stopped, many got off to use the bathroom. Carol got off with the flow and then hid again in the ladies room until the bus left. Then she crept out without anyone seeing her. Megan’s flashed her lights at Carol when she got outside and she quickly ran and got in the car. They speed off with no one the wiser.
When they were nearing their town Megan gave instructions. "Lay down and put your head in my lap. We don’t want anyone seeing you as we pass through town." Megan had just a light dress on that had ridden up while she was driving. When Carol put her head on her lap she could clearly smell the musky odor of her pussy. While Carol was laying down, Megan began to stroke her hair and shoulders. She continued to pet her face and even moved her hand over her breast.
"Your such a pretty girl. Even if you body needs work, we see the potential in you. I am going to make you a perfect companion for Rachel." Carol started to rise up at this comment. Megan reacted quickly. She pushed her back down and gave three good spanks to Carols exposed ass. "I did not give you permission to sit up. There was a car passing us just then. You must learn to obey. I see we will have to make sure your head strong attitudes are adjusted during training. You will be a much different person when I am through with you." Carol spent the remainder of the journey in Megan’s lap being caressed by this powerful women. She was tired and soon fell asleep.
She awoke when the car started down the rough dirt access road to the farm. Megan gave her permission to sit up. Megan drove the car right into the barn. It had been converted into a garage and held all kinds of carriages and carts.
"I know you’re tired so after a quick vitamin dose I will put you to bed."
Megan dropped her bag on the floor in the kitchen and sat down. Megan busied herself mixing up another vitamin shake. "This is high protein and will do you a lot of good. Drink it up and then you can go to bed."
It tasted like medicine, but she downed it quickly. Megan then lead her down a set of stairs she hadn’t noticed before. It was very dark and she held Megan’s hand. Once down in the cellar, Megan opened a solid wood door to a small room with a single bed. "I don’t want to wake Rachel with you sleeping upstairs with her tonight so this will have to do for now. I hope you enjoy your rest, you’re going to need it when we begin training tomorrow.
Megan insisted on helping her off with her cloths. She was feeling extremely drowsy and could barely stand up. Once naked, she sprawled out on the bed and was soon breathing heavily. Megan looked down at her new trainee with a smile that would have made Carol shiver if she was awake.
Megan gave Carol another half an hour to let the sleeping pills she put in Carol’s drink take full effect. She had planned to have Carol fully under her control when she woke up. A big part of that would be the training harness she had created. To make sure the harness stayed securely on Carol, Megan had spent yesterday designing and bending shiny metal bands using the measurements Rachel had provided.
Now she went and got the bands, a leather apron and a small welding torch. Starting with Carol’s ankles, she used large pliers to bend the bands so the ends just touched. She put the thick leather apron under the band against Carol’s skin. After testing the depth of Carol’s sleep, she used the torch to melt the ends together into a solid piece. She then filed them smooth and tested their strength. She could not budge them, even with her considerable strength.
Satisfied with her handiwork, she continued onto the other ankle and both wrists. The neckband she used was rounder and smoother, but it attached just as firmly. When she was done, Carol lay naked except for the five shiny bands. Megan planned to keep Carol under her supervision and control for many years. These bands symbolized this to Megan. How Carol felt was no longer important.
Next came the leather harness that Megan had devised. It was similar to her sister’s harness. Three half-inch leather strips were attached to Carol’s collar band and secured by metal studs driven through the leather. A special tool was used to lock the studs in place. Again Megan tested the strength of the studs and found them sound.
A three-inch leather band with numerous rings attached then went around Carol’s waist, just above the hips. It was pulled tight and secured by six studs. Two of the leather strips from the collar were then laid down Carol’s back and passed through slits in the waist belt. They went another foot and rested just past Carol’s ass. The ends of the two strips down her back ended in buckles so other items could be attached latter. The third collar strip was passed between Carol’s tits and secured by a stud to the middle of the waist belt.
Now she worked on Carol’s tit harness. Bands of quarter inch rawhide soon circled each tit in a tight network. The ends were secured to the three leather straps. This made Carol’s tits stick out straight and well separated. She had special plans for Carol’s tits that went beyond using them for sexual pleasure and pain. She had already begun to implement her plan by adding a special hormone blend in Carol’s vitamin brew. Having been trained as a nurse, she knew the biology was correct. She just wondered how long it would take before Carol’s tits started to yield their nectar.
Megan had enjoyed the taste and sexual stimulation nursing had given her when she had Rachel. But that was long ago. Now, looking at the size of Carol’s boobs, she saw a whole new erotic element open to her.
The last element to Carol’s restraint was to pull thick warm-up stockings up her legs, under the ankle rings. She then pulled down on the two leather strips hanging down from her back and attached them to the tops of the stockings. She had to pull hard to make them meet, but once attached this kept the stocking up tight and the harness from rising up Carol’s waist. She took Carol’s limbs and then attached them by short chains to the four corners of the bed. What a delicious site was the sleeping teen. She pulled a blanket over her and kissed her good night.
Megan cleaned out the room and then locked the door. She was tired and knew that Carol would sleep into the late afternoon. She went up to bed and quickly used Beth to give her multiple orgasms before dropping off to sleep. Beth returned to her spot on the floor at the foot of Megan’s bed. She didn’t know how she felt about the entrance of Carol to the clan. If she diverted some of Megan’s and Rachel’s darker tendencies, that would be a blessing. Whatever the outcome, Beth knew she had no control over it. She had long ago given herself to being her sister’s slave.
She serviced her sexually and did all the manual labor around the house. She didn’t know how she would survive in the world without Megan. As a teen, just about Carol’s age, Megan had initiated her into the dark world of sexual slavery. Megan was six years older than Beth. She had come home on break from nursing school and had easily got Beth to come live with her. Her parents were glad to get rid of the extra mouth. Her live from then on revolved around Megan’s. She did love Megan and being her sex slave was her live now and she couldn’t imagine living any other way. She soon fell asleep, knowing tomorrow would be an eventful day.

Chapter Six
Carol awoke with a start. She raised her head and saw Rachel’s head between her legs and her looking up at Carol’s face. She had been eating her out and it now felt wonderful. She also quickly became aware that she was secured to the bed. She looked down her body and what she saw made her stare in bewilderment. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep last night. Now, she saw her bands and leather harness and wondered why and when this was done to her.
"Rachel, what am I doing tied up and why am I in this weird harness? Who put these rings on me? Take them off!"
Rachel just continued to lazily lick Carol’s bald slit. She knew that Carol would play indignant for a time but then would see the inevitability of her situation. So she just went on with her playing. Soon, Carol sputtered out and laid her head back and surrendered to the loving Rachel was giving her. When she could hold back no longer, she came on Rachel’s talented tongue and fingers.
"There, isn’t that the loveliest way to wake up. I wanted you to experience it because that is what will be expected from you in the future. But first you have to come to understand your position here. While you are in training, you must be controlled. My mother feels this means both mentally and physically. You will learn this is for the best. And even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter. What mother wants, we give her. The quicker you learn this the easier your training will be."
As Rachel sat on the side of the bed explaining these facts to Carol, Megan called from upstairs. "Rachel, bring her up so we can start her exercising. You know how to handle her."
"Yes, mother. She just woke up. I’ll be there in a minute."
Rachel released one of Carol’s arms and then snapped her wrist ring on one of the rings on Carol’s waist belt. She repeated it with her other arm then she unchained her legs. "I want you to walk in front of me and up the stairs. When you get there I want you to drop to your knees. I will then unclasp your arms and you will then follow me on all fours. You will not speak and will keep your head down. I advise you to follow these directions or my mother will punish you. Don’t think I can keep her from really hurting you. What I did yesterday was nothing compared to some of her methods. Now lets move." Rachel attached a leash to Carol’s neck-band and they went upstairs.
Rachel had to push Carol to her knees once there. She could not fight Rachel’s strength for long and soon she was crawling behind Rachel like a pet. The warm-up stockings had thick knee padding so crawling was not too painful, just humiliating.
"Ah