Whiplash!

by Candace Smith

  John had purposely delayed the afternoon break until Emmy arrived with her slave. He yelled out, “Time,” and the naked men stopped chopping wood, stacking grain, or whatever other chores they were doing. There was a race to the women, and men lined up in front and behind, standing with their hands behind their backs and rapidly rising erections. “Back,” he called, and the two men at the end of each line backed up and knelt in front of him. Several of them had tears in their eyes. “Go,” and the men lined up by the women in the cages took turns pumping into them.

  “Rise,” John ordered, and the eight men followed him down to a pole barn, with Emmy and Rylee trailing them. The men each lined up by a post and held their hands behind them. Eight naked girls rose from the other side of the room and bound the men’s hands behind them. They strapped their thighs and ankles to the post and returned to their place across the room. “The couple with the least product gets the cages tonight and tomorrow.” John turned to Emmy. “I used to only threaten the girls, but I found it’s even more effective when the losing male knows he’s going to be spread for his friends. Production is up by half.”

  Rylee watched in amazement, as the girls grabbed clear jars and knelt in front of their slave. They began frantically licking the cocks and testicles, inserting little fingers into rectums, and coaxing the men to cum. The men seemed to be equally anxious, as they offered slight thrusts with their hips and whined. All of the men had their mouths stretched into the ‘O’ she recognized from the ring she used to have to wear. As their efforts increased, drool dripped down their chests and the girls constantly wiped it away with rags.

  One after another they began to spurt, and the girls pumped them into the jars. As soon as the last drop was literally squeezed out of the end, the girls began again. “Watch Lucy. She’s figured out the prostate,” John chuckled. “The men hate to draw her, but at least they’re guaranteed they won’t be destined for the cage.”

  The girl on the end used little effort on the shaft and balls, but her finger dug around inside the man causing him to cry in pain. His shaft bounced to fullness and only then did she use both hands to coax his seed. Her finger immediately returned to the tunnel, and within minutes the man was screaming as his rod thickened.

  John left the couples to their miserable contest, and led them into the next room. This had a more sterilized appearance, and slaves sat at a table with bottles of different chemicals in front of them. They carefully measured them into a brown bottle. In the middle of the room was a big pot hanging over a fire. A girl was throwing peeled and chopped vegetables into it and stirring the mixture. She ladled it into a brown bottle, and left it in the rack for the slaves to add the chemicals.

  After the slaves at the bench added their special mix of nutrients, Rylee’s eyes widened and she gasped. A quarter of a jar of the harvested sperm was added before the lid was sealed. If there had been anything in Rylee’s stomach, she would have vomited.

  Emmy and John watched her face, and saw when it dawned on her. Emmy laughed and said, “Three bottles, John. I’ll send Rylee back to get more for the weekend.” This nightmare kept getting worse and worse.

  Rylee followed Emmy out back, bent over her washing rack and quickly jumped into the pond to wash. “You can work in the garden, but clean yourself up when I call you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee knelt in the grass, once more enjoying the mundane ‘normal’ chore of pulling weeds. She had a pretty good pile by the time Emmy called for her, and she dashed to the pond to wash her hands. She knelt by Carlton’s thigh, and her stomach heaved as she looked blankly at the goop in her bowl.

  “Eat,” Carlton ordered, and he looked up at his wife and shrugged.

  “Rylee and I stopped by the Quarter Master’s to pick up some more bottles,” Emmy explained.

  “I see.” Carlton thumped Rylee’s head. “Eat.”

  Rylee slowly lapped it down and envisioned the faces on the men tied to the harvesting poles. The settlement was in the middle of some mountain range, and she only knew the one path they had taken to get there. Her mind had not had time to concentrate on escape for many days, but she still realized how hopeless it was.

  After dinner, she washed the dishes and walked into the living room. Carlton snapped his fingers and she knelt by his side. “Donnie’s package should be arriving this week. Would you boys like to ride to the lodge to pick it up?”

  “You mean, just us… by ourselves?” Steven asked.

  “Well, Henry will be at the lodge, and of course the rangers will be out there. It will take a week to make the trip both ways, and that’s if Henry is already there with it. You might have to hang around the lodge for a few days to wait for him,” Carlton told them.

  Brian looked incredulously at his mother. “You need to get used to doing things on your own,” she told him. “Donnie will stay to get you acclimatized on the flatlands for a few months, but after that, it’s just the short trip home for the Harvest Celebration.”

  “Yeah, dad, that would be great.” Steven looked at his brother and grinned. None of the others were let more than a day from the camp. The boys made excuses, and left to go into town to brag to their friends.

  “I can’t believe they’re turning twenty two,” Emmy said.

  Rylee blinked her eyes in disbelief. Neither could she. They acted like a couple of horny sixteen year olds. Well, sixteen year olds with a few corrupt ideas about sex. She could not imagine being raised in this crazy environment. She could not imagine belonging to this crazy environment.

  “I know, but they need to spread their wings a little. They’ll be together, and…”

  Emmy interrupted, “I know, Carlton. Those boys can do anything, as long as they’re together.”

  Carlton reached down and traced his stamp in the front of Rylee’s collar. “Jasper did a good job on these. I can’t wait to see the harnesses.”

  “You’ll be envied at the Harvest Celebration. Not many could pull it off,” Emmy smiled. “It was good instinct choosing her, Carlton. Your mother is practically wetting herself to get another chance with her.”

  “Watch her, Emmy. Her own slave isn’t working out too well, and I don’t want her taking it out on Rylee.”

  “I saw her in the shed.” Emmy shrugged. “She’s not shut down,” Emmy noted.

  “No, but Jordon’s ready to ring her or trade her out, and you know how mom gets when she thinks she’s failed. It’s worse than how you were with Amber until you realized it was the girl and not you,” Carlton said.

  “I’ll keep an eye on Rylee, don’t worry.”

  Rylee was not sure how comforted she should feel about this. It would have been nicer to hear she would not have to go near the horrible woman again. Emmy stood and stretched, and Carlton tapped Rylee on the head to rise, and turned towards the bedroom.

  Nights and mornings were a ritual of arousing… then, cleaning the couple. Most mornings Carlton waited around for her to service him. The predictable routine was at least something Rylee could prepare for. It was the unexpected things that happened throughout the day that kept her anxious and afraid… like the day the harness and Doctor’s devices arrived.

  Chapter V

  The boys took off on their one week trek to the lodge, and while Rylee knelt in the street between Carlton and Emmy, she watched them turn in their saddles and wave. Part of her was very relieved to see them leaving, the other part wished she were going with them. She thought she could find her way home from the lodge. She heard Emmy sniff, and looked up to see her watching her sons and fighting tears.

  Carlton tapped Rylee’s head, and she gave a small grunt when she rose. “I thought you were going to work on her positions,” Carlton said.

  “I will, Carlton. Things have been a bit hectic. I wanted to get her working in the kitchens by now, but I’ll have to put it off until next week.”

  They strolled down the street, and Jasper yelled out from his shop, “Emmy, your leathers are ready.”

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sp; Emmy looked back at Carlton and smiled while she walked over to pick up the harnesses, and Carlton murmured, “Fuck the positions.”

  The bag she carried was not very big, but Emmy seemed delighted with it. She was further surprised when Doc met her outside of his office with his bag of new custom toys. Carlton winked at him from behind Emmy’s back. He knew she was going to have a tough time seeing the boys off and had orchestrated her surprises for the way home. They should keep her distracted for a while.

  After Carlton left, Emmy laid the leather strips out on the bed. She had Rylee stand still while she attached the different items. They could hardly be called garments, as the first outfit consisted of two circular leather strips that fitted over her breasts. Emmy wrapped them around the bottom of her mounds and pulled tight to snap them closed. Rylee thought it looked silly to have her boobs compressed at the base and sticking out from her body like pointed cones. Thin leather strips secured onto her front collar ring, passed through her nipple rings, and were hooked to her clit ring.

  Emmy left it on her while she had the girl prepare lunch. At first, they were just a little uncomfortable and tight. As time wore on, her breasts felt swollen and heavy. When Carlton returned, her breasts were aching and the strips sawing against her constricted nipples peaking her mounds stung like wasps whenever she moved.

  By the time she finished lunch, her breasts were throbbing agonizingly, and Carlton lifted her chin to look at the crystal tears. It was his favorite vision of her.

  Phillip stopped by while Rylee was in the living room, kneeling by Emmy’s side. “Hey Carlton, Emmy.” His eyes dropped to Rylee and he saw her silently crying and looking at the carpet. His eyes narrowed in on her chest and he walked closer. He knelt down and ran a finger around her swollen breasts and she gasped and glanced up quickly with pretty pleading blue eyes. “Jasper does good work. He always gets the measurements right.” He stood up and faced Emmy. “Just so you know, Cameron’s following the boys. Sarah wanted to work with their new girl for a week, so she thought it might make you feel better to know he was watching them.”

  Once more, Rylee was caught by a paradox of feelings. Emmy and Carlton were as worried as any parents about their sons… maybe too much so for young men their age. And yet, they thought nothing about splitting up her family, keeping her from her mother, and torturing them. Rylee felt more like a possession to them than a person. It seemed the only feelings they had for her were limited to how she could perform sexually or respond to pain.

  “Please thank Sarah for me. I’ll feel so much better when the damn five years are over and the boys settle down,” Emmy said.

  “Luck of the draw, Emmy. You always knew as Carlton’s sons they had to go down the hill. Wait until you see the difference in Cass when she gets back. And they always bring back the new inventions that have been designed over the years,” Phillip replied.

  “Bah,” Carlton exclaimed. “There isn’t a damn thing they have down there that we don’t have. They just shape things different or make them out of some new material.”

  “That’s my point, Carlton. We were still using wooden insertions until twenty-five years ago, and ripping the shit out of the slaves. They had to heal for weeks before we could use them again.”

  Rylee shuddered. The things they seemed to find to torment her seemed bad enough. Look what they managed to do with strips of leather. It reminded her how badly her breasts were hurting.

  Emmy looked at her tortured slave and tugged Phillip’s shirt. “Want to hear her scream? It’s lovely.”

  Phillip sat in a chair and put his hat in his lap. Emmy leaned over Rylee, and she felt her channel tighten in response to the girl’s trembling. She placed her thumbs in front of the snaps on the harness and took a deep breath.

  Rylee changed her stare from the carpet, to Emmy’s hands. Thank god, she is finally going to take them off me. Emmy popped the snaps, and the strips loosened and hung on top of her breasts, trapped by the leather running through the nipple rings. For a moment, Rylee felt only the relief of the pressure from the tight strips, and then the blood hit full force and she shrieked, jerking her head back and tightening the strips so they sawed against her enflamed nipples and pulled at her clit piercing. She screamed again and rolled onto the floor. “Position,” Carlton boomed.

  Rylee sobbed and struggled to her kneeling position. Her hands were shaking as she forced them behind her and away from her tortured breasts. She wanted to cradle them so their weight did not pull on them.

  Phillip watched in surprised silence. The girl did not get hysterical and certainly did not throw herself into a trance. His face changed to an uncharacteristically scowling expression, as he thought of the girl he and his wife were trying to train. He looked up at his older brother and said, “Okay, you guys are good. How did you get her to do that?”

  Emmy said evasively, “Talk to Alma.”

  “You bet your ass I will. How come you never got Amber to respond like that?” Phillip asked.

  Carlton stared at Phillip until he caught his attention, then he glanced at the girl and shook his head. “Talk to Alma.”

  Emmy and Carlton did not want Rylee to know what they discovered, in case she purposely decided to sabotage the training. For now, she was confused, and assumed that all of the girls responded like she did.

  Phillip said goodbye to Emmy, and Carlton left with him. Emmy smiled at Rylee and said, “Let’s see what the Doctor has ordered.”

  There was a churning nervousness in Rylee’s stomach. After realizing one of the tortures the leather maker devised, she could not imagine what the sadistic doctor would come up with. When they got to the bedroom, Emmy removed the rest of the harness and had Rylee follow her to the dresser. She opened the bottom drawer on the left, and Rylee saw a confusing assortment of ominous objects, including the rubber ring that had been in her mouth. Emmy laid the straps inside. “This is where we keep your things, so you know where to go when we order one.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Rylee replied uneasily. She fervently hoped Emmy would forget about the harness. She followed the tall woman silently back to the bed. Emmy looked through the other bag and selected her device. She patted the bed, “Lie down.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee climbed up on the covers and lay down. Emmy stared at her, and she slowly spread her legs.

  There was the strangest thin ‘Y’ shaped chain laid out beside her, with little pearl sized beads at the ends of each length. Emmy popped a bead through a nipple ring and rubbed her thumbs down the sides of the little ball until two rounded strips opened, like the petals on a flower. It would keep the bead from falling back through the ring. She placed the bead in her other nipple and opened it. After she placed the bead through her clit ring, Rylee noted the chain was not so short that it would pull, and the thin metal chain running down her stomach, tickled… until Emmy opened the petals on the lower bead. Rylee jerked when she felt it vibrate, and the quivering waves traveled up the chain to the beads on her nipples.

  “Let’s get the dishes done,” Emmy said cheerfully.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Rylee squirmed and tried to rub her pussy on the bed as she slid off the cover. Walking to the kitchen was awkward, as she felt the soft vibration and realized she was dampening.

  Emmy had her stand over the sink with her legs spread, and while she sat at the table, she silently chuckled at the girl’s efforts to lean on one leg to rub herself. Oh, she’ll be in good shape by the time Carlton returns. After the dishes were put away, Emmy brought her out to the garden to pick vegetables. The girl was gasping irregular breaths by the time they finished, and her hands tried to wander to her sensitive crotch. “Hands behind you, girl.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” she gasped. Her fingers ran nervously through the end of her braid. She knelt beside Emmy in the living room, and tried to reach her fingers under her bottom to rub some relief. Emmy caught her.

  “Stand up.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” she whimpered. Emmy la
tched her wrist cuffs together and ordered her to stand in front of her with her legs spread. The girl shifted her weight and began to clench her bottom and thrust her hips slightly.

  “Stand still, girl.” Emmy noted cream was beginning to drip down Rylee’s thigh, and hoped she would hold out until Carlton returned from Phillip’s. “Don’t you dare cum. You wait for permission.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Rylee whined. She closed her eyes and was so absorbed in her arousing torment that she never heard Carlton come in. When she opened them again, he was sitting next to Emmy on the sofa, staring at her pussy. She felt her channel spasm and her juices drool. Why do they like to humiliate me like this?