by S. J. Lewis
“Enough,” Stan said finally. He tugged at the long string tied to Toy’s nipple ring for a little extra emphasis. Toy straightened up, wincing. She looked more than a little excited now, but that was nothing compared to how Barbie looked. Barbie was panting and gasping, her breathing coming quick and shallow. Her blue eyes were unfocused. Whether she knew it or not her hips were making tiny grinding motions.
“Barbie,” Stan said. She didn’t respond. I don’t think she even heard him. She was too worked up for that.
“Barbie!” Stan said more loudly. She shook herself and looked at him. She was there, but barely.
“Sir?” she panted.
“Return the favor,” Stan told her. “Let’s see how excited you can make Toy get.”
Barbie looked at Toy and took a couple of deep breaths. Toy didn’t back away at all. She had an I-dare-you look on her face. When Barbie leaned forward and down to suck at Toy’s unringed nipple, Toy drew her shoulders back and thrust her chest out to give her better access. As Barbie began to suck at her nipple, Toy looked down at her blonde head as if she wanted to see what Barbie was doing as well as feel it. She had that wicked little grin again. Maybe she was into girls already, or maybe she was just starting to get into girls. When Barbie took her nipple between her teeth and pulled at it, Toy threw her head back and hissed. We couldn’t tell if it was from pain, pleasure or a mix of both, but she never protested and didn’t try to pull away. Maybe she was trying to show Barbie that she could take everything that the blonde could dish out. Barbie let go of the nipple and switched her attention to the one with the ring in it. This time, Toy moaned.
“Enough,” Stan interrupted them. Barbie straightened up. She looked flushed and short of breath. She was still blushing down to the tops of her breasts. Her nipples were still stiffly erect. Toy was huffing and puffing. Both of them were ripe and ready.
“Get alongside each other on the rug,” Stan ordered them. As they moved to obey, he dropped his end of the string and went over to the chest of toys. He hid whatever he took out of it from the girls as he walked over to them. He knelt down in front of Toy and tugged gently on her nipple ring.
“What do you think?” he smiled at her. “Are Barbie’s nipples very sensitive?”
“Yes, sir,” she panted. She knew that something special was coming, and that realization was keeping her aroused and on edge.
“And yours?” he tweaked her nipple and Toy winced.
“Oh, yes, sir!” she answered quickly.
“Do you like being tethered by your nipple?” Stan tweaked a bit harder and Toy’s head went up and back and she hissed again.
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” she said quickly in a high-pitched voice.
“Good,” Stan let go of Toy’s nipple. She brought her head back down. We’d all seen the look in her eyes before. She was ready, even eager, to let us do anything we wanted to her. “Let’s see how Barbie likes it,” Stan grinned at our blonde. Barbie looked suddenly shocked.
“Oh, no…” she shook her head. “Oh, no, please, sir! I’ll do whatever you want.” Her blush began fading away.
“Relax, girl,” Stan smiled. I ain’t gonna pierce those pretty pink nipples.” He showed her what he’d taken from the chest: Two lengths of thin brown twine, both done up into tiny nooses. Barbie just looked at them, blinking, for a moment, and then she realized what Stan intended. Her blush started coming back, and though she whimpered and pleaded she didn’t do anything to stop Stan from looping a noose around each swollen nipple and drawing it tight. Stan stood up. Barbie just knelt there, looking down at the lengths of twine dangling from her nipples. They were just long enough to reach the floor.
“How does that feel, girl?” Stan asked. He took the twine in his hand. He didn’t pull on it, but Barbie flinched anyway.
“I…don’t know, sir,” she stammered. “It feels…strange.”
Stan tugged on the strings very gently, and Barbie shuddered. Her blush started coming back. I looked at Toy. She looked like she was cooling off a little. I thought it would be a shame to waste all that heat she’d built up, but I knew that Stan had something special in mind, so I let it go. I really wanted to feel Toy’s mouth on my cock, but I could wait. We had days to go yet.
“Well, let’s get on with it,” Stan shrugged as he let go of Barbie’s nipple tethers. “You girls turn and face each other.”
Toy obeyed immediately. She couldn’t know what to expect, but she was clearly looking forward to it. Barbie was a lot slower to comply. She kept turning her head this way and that to look at each of our faces, as if to get a clue as to what was coming. We tend to play a lot of poker together. I don’t think she got even the littlest hint. Once they were facing each other, about a foot or so apart, Stan took up one of Barbie’s tiny tethers and quickly strung it through Toy’s nipple ring. He pulled on it, forcing the girls to move closer together until their tits were almost touching, and then knotted it to Toy’s little silver ring. By now, both of them were looking at him, not each other. They both looked a bit apprehensive.
“Now,” Stan grinned at them, “Kiss each other.”
Barbie barely had time to turn her head before Toy lunged forward and planted a kiss on her lips. Toy edged closer, still on her knees, pressing against Barbie’s body. Barbie got out one surprised cry. As Toy kept leaning forward, Barbie kept trying to lean back until Jack grabbed her ponytail again and hauled her upright. Toy kept trying to kiss Barbie on her lips while Barbie kept trying to turn her head away, whimpering and protesting, until Stan slapped her taut round ass with his hand, hard. She straightened up with a yelp, and didn’t try to avoid Toy when she planted a long, hot kiss squarely on her mouth. She did wriggle a little and make muffled little noises that sounded like she was objecting to what was going on. Toy kept kissing her. She tilted her head a little and it was obvious that she was trying to force her tongue into Barbie’s mouth. Barbie kept her teeth clenched tight until Stan slapped her ass again, and then she yielded. Toy pressed harder against her. Barbie closed her eyes. The whimpering little noises she was making turned into weak moans. Soon her tongue was fencing with Toy’s. Her blush deepened and spread, mostly down her back. It occurred to me that pretty soon we might find something that would make her blush all over. That would be something to see.
In the meantime, it looked like Toy was getting into a Bad Girl role. We’d seen that happen before. Most of the young women we’ve brought out here haven’t had much experience being submissive. While they might like it, deep down inside, they have to come up with something that doesn’t make them feel quite so helpless on the outside, at least for a while. Stan had pointed Toy at Barbie, and Toy had taken to dominating her as much as she could, just so she wouldn’t be at the very bottom of the pecking order. As long as she could do that to Barbie, Toy was a lot less likely to give any of us much trouble. The arrangement also gave Barbie, who seemed to be a natural sub in sexual matters, whether she’d known it ahead of time or not, opportunities to plumb new depths and still feel no burning responsibility for what we were making her do. I don’t think either Toy or Barbie had been into girls before this week. The odds were that they wouldn’t be very much into them afterwards, but you never knew. For now, Toy seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, playing the Bad Girl by showing us just how carnally aggressive she could be to another girl. It was arousing her powerfully. It was probably working Barbie up too, but not quite as much. Barbie was responding to what Toy was doing, but not taking much initiative on her own.
We let them go at each other for a while, until the kissing got noisier and sloppier and both girls were moaning. We could all smell female musk in the air.
“Enough,” Stan said at last. He pulled Toy back by her hair while Jack did the same with Barbie’s ponytail. The string tying Barbie’s nipple to Toy’s nipple ring went taut. Both girls winced, though they never stopped huffing and puffing. It was interesting watching their chests heave as they did that. Toy’s face looked
almost as flushed as Barbie’s. Toy looked down as Stan untied the twine from her nipple ring. Her expression was one of eager anticipation. She probably expected to be fucked hard very soon and was looking forward to it.
“Mike,” Stan said to me as he finished undoing the knot. “Bring that little old coffee table over here.”
It was a small, low table, but strongly built and a lot heavier than it looked. I pulled it away from the wall, carried it over and put it down near Barbie. She was too out of breath, or maybe just too out of it to even look surprised when Jack turned her to her left and pushed her down so that her torso was resting on it. He held her down while I freed her elbows. She didn’t struggle against that at all. Her lower arms looked like they needed the circulation anyway. I pushed her bound hands up into the small of her back and made her spread her legs. I didn’t have to use my hand to check how ready she was. I could see it, and I could smell it.
“Gag her and blindfold her,” Stan ordered as he pulled Toy to her feet by her hair. She was squirming and protesting. He turned her around and started untying her elbows. I could see her face. Her expression was a mix of arousal, pain and burning hunger. Her eyes kept flicking from Barbie to me, to Jack and back to Barbie. Apparently if we were going to fuck Barbie she wanted to watch.
Stan left her standing, her wrists still bound. He went over to the old chest of drawers and pulled a harness out of the bottom drawer. He slammed the drawer shut, opened one of the smaller upper drawers, took a length of heavy black cloth out of it and tossed it to Jack. Jack used it to blindfold Barbie. While he was doing that I retrieved the bit gag Toy had been wearing earlier. I handed it to him as soon as he was ready for it. Barbie put up enough of a struggle against being gagged that I had to keep her still by kneeling between her parted legs and putting my weight on her. By the time we had her gagged and still, Stan had the harness on Toy and was buckling it snugly around her waist. She wasn’t struggling at all, but she was looking down at the harness intently. Well, it must have been pretty interesting, looking at the big, thick dildo attached to it. She probably couldn’t see the smaller one that would go up inside of her once Stan brought the strap up between her legs. She looked up from the dildo at Barbie and then back down at the dildo. Then Stan made her spread her legs and ran the strap between them. She made a little whooping noise of surprise when he reached around so that he could guide the smaller dildo up inside of her. She made the exact same noise when he jerked the strap tight and buckled it to the strap cinching her waist. From the look on her face he’d made it a little too tight.
Stan took the end of Toy’s chain leash and used it to lead her over to Barbie. Toy didn’t make any fuss about it. She knew what she was supposed to do, and it looked like she’d be perfectly happy to do it. Stan whispered something into her ear, and she nodded. She held still while Stan untied her hands and then she knelt down between Barbie’s legs. Taking the dildo into her hand, she guided it slowly into Barbie’s pussy. Barbie couldn’t see what was going on, and we were all being quiet so she couldn’t hear anything. She moaned when she felt the hard shaft penetrating her. I don’t know which one of us she thought it was at first. Toy edged a little closer. She reached out and gripped Barbie by the hips and began thrusting awkwardly, making Barbie moan some more. It only took Toy a little while to work out the unfamiliar mechanics and soon she was pumping Barbie like she’d been doing it for years. Barbie squealed and moaned, drooling around the bit gag. Toy grinned toothily and gave Barbie’s ass a swat. She grabbed Barbie’s long ponytail and used it to pull Barbie’s head up and back and kept pumping away. She gave Barbie another hard spank, making her yelp.
Then Stan flicked a little switch on the back of Toy’s harness and the vibrators in the two dildos kicked in. Barbie squealed. Toy squealed and lost her rhythm, but she never let go of Barbie’s hair. Barbie tried to rise, but I pushed her back down onto the table.
“I bet Toy comes first,” Stan said as he tightened his grip on Toy’s leash. “Ten bucks.” Toy looked up at him like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard him say.
“You’re on,” I replied. I could feel Barbie trembling and shivering and I thought that Toy would try to hold back just to prove Stan wrong.
I was right, but not by much. When Barbie launched into what felt, looked and sounded like a magnitude 8.0 orgasm, complete with aftershocks, Toy just couldn’t fend off her own any longer. She moaned and groaned and shuddered violently, pulling so hard on Barbie’s ponytail that I had to pull back on it to save Barbie’s neck. I couldn’t do anything about the succession of wild slaps Toy laid on Barbie’s ass though. Not that I saw any need to try. Stan finally took mercy on the two girls and flicked the switch off. Toy seemed to melt. Her body draped over Barbie’s and for a while we just let them pant and gasp and shiver.
Chapter Nine
The next couple of days we didn’t push our playmates too hard. We moved them back to their stalls in the barn and kept them there most of the time. Otherwise, none of us would have gotten any hunting done. We kept training them, though. Stan saw to most of that, with one or two of us helping out. Stan liked hunting as much as any of us did, but he liked training pretty young women better, and to be honest he got much better results at it than any of us would have.
One of the things we trained them to do was assume a certain position any time they heard one of us enter their stalls. The sliding doors were noisy: They both rumbled and squeaked as they were opened or closed. Whenever Barbie or Toy heard her door opening she had to get facedown on her blanket and then raise her ass high in the air. At the same time, they were supposed to cross their wrists behind them, ready for handcuffing or tying. We didn’t always fetter their hands, and if one of us started fucking them from behind without doing that the girl was free to get up on all fours if she wanted to. Toy seemed to like being fucked that way, even if it didn’t always make her come. Barbie always wriggled and squealed and moaned, like she was submitting to something she didn’t much care for, even when she was blushing deep pink. I think she actually got more out of it that way. I know we all did.
On the other hand, if we did handcuff or bind them then they had to wait to see what we wanted. If we pulled them into an upright kneeling position by their hair, they knew that they were supposed to suck. Or, if we just gave them the command “Up” they had to get into the same position on their own and kneel there, mouth open, waiting. Toy responded to that much more readily than Barbie did, but Barbie always acted reluctant but resigned to her fate. We didn’t always make them suck cock after we bound them, but we still used condoms whenever we fucked them. We weren’t too worried about catching something. We always had checkups before we went ‘hunting’ and Emma always screened her candidates very thoroughly. Any girl that came to us was using birth control, and I don’t mean just the pill. No, we kept using condoms because none of us cared much for sloppy seconds. When it came to oral sex, we didn’t use them because training our playmates included teaching them to swallow. Not all of them got it right, and some just couldn’t bring themselves to do it no matter what.
As much as I was looking forward to the experience, I put off having Toy suck my cock until Stan said he thought she’d learned her lessons very well.
I picked my time carefully, waiting until I was sure that both of our playmates would be drifting off to sleep. Jim looked up from the book he was reading when he heard me enter the barn. He just smiled and nodded and went back to his reading. Neither one of us spoke. I went over to Toy’s stall and looked in through the bars. She looked to be asleep, lying on her side on her blanket, her back to me. When I slid the stall door open, I saw her twitch, like I’d startled her just as she was on the edge of sleep. She didn’t bother to look to see who it was, she just slowly got into the pose she’d been trained to, crossing her wrists obediently behind her. I entered her stall and made a point of slamming the door shut. Toy just stayed in position, waiting. She didn’t move, except for a slow clench
ing and unclenching of her hands.
I took the thin ziptie out of my pocket and pushed the end through the small opening at the other end, then pulled it through a little further, making a loop. Toy must have heard the click-click-clicking noise and wondered what it was, but she kept still. I took my time going over to her. I’d been anticipating this from the first day I’d seen her, and there was no reason to hurry now. She looked very appealing. I was getting hard just from that. I moved closer and slid the loop of the ziptie around her crossed wrists, then pulled it tight. Toy stirred a little when she felt the hard plastic digging into her flesh, and she made a little wordless noise, but she kept her pose and continued to wait.
I grabbed a fistful of her dark, curling hair and pulled her upright. She rose willingly, whimpering a little because having her hair pulled still hurt even then. She readily got into her new pose, kneeling, her ass resting on her calves, back straight, head up, mouth half open. She blinked up at me sleepily. I thought she looked a little surprised to see me, but I might have been imagining that.
I stood in front of her and unzipped my jeans. My cock was hard enough now to make my underwear a bit of an obstacle to getting it out. My own eagerness didn’t help, and I was fumbling for a long moment before I had everything ready.
The tip of my cock was inches from Toy’s nose. She looked at it expressionlessly for a moment, as if she was sizing it up. Then she leaned forward slowly, her mouth opened. Her lips closed around the head of my cock, and the feeling made me shiver. She edged forward a little on her knees and took me in deeper. Then she started moving her head slowly, back and forth, sucking gently. She looked up at me, her mouth full of cock, as if fearful that I wouldn’t like her technique. I certainly didn’t have any complaints so far, but I twined my fingers in her hair and made her go a little faster. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
