Shirley released the girl’s breasts, and she dug into the pocket of her dress for the ring gag. The widows were old, but not frail. They were both stout Clausen stock, with massive chests and strong arms. Standing five inches taller than their new slave, the girl would be easily maneuvered into whatever position they wanted her. Bertha gripped the back of her collar, and stuck fingers in her pussy and ass until she opened her mouth for Shirley.
Jill felt the stubby thick fingers enter her and she screamed. Pinned between the two women, she could not dislodge the hold. “Open you mouth, girl. I won’t have you biting my pussy,” Shirley hissed.
“Get away from me. I’ll have you bitches arrested,” Jill cried. “I’ll kill you.” Her eyes widened when another finger pushed into her rectum. “Ow. You bitch,” she screamed.
Bertha laughed. “I have two more, girlie. Ready to open up for Shirley?”
When the third thick finger began tearing at her hole, Jill shrieked and stretched her mouth open. The two old hags were brutal, and the bitch behind her pushed the fat digit inside her anyway. They kept her pressed between them while they shuffled towards a chair. Shirley sat down and raised her skirt, and Jill screamed at the site of her wrinkled pussy. It was sparsely covered in wiry gray curls, and she sobbed when the fingers inside her pressed her walls together and pulled her down to her knees.
Shirley gripped her head and pulled her drooling mouth against her wet slit. She rubbed herself against the girl’s lips. Bertha let go of her collar, and reached her other hand around to the front of the girl’s pussy. “We have to get her exfoliated,” she said.
“Mmm… tomorrow. I have an appointment with the herbalist in the morning.” Shirley kept rubbing, not really caring if the girl licked her or not. Once in a while, the girl’s tongue darted out in an uncontrolled spasm.
Jill smelled the wet stench of the old woman. It seemed her cream was dripping over her lips and into her nose. She cried, and she shrieked when the other woman separated her own pussy. Bertha’s rough fingers began stroking her, and the fingers pressing into her sore bottom began thrusting in and out. When the woman brushed over her clit, her channel tightened and began to get wet.
“We’re going to have to work on her arousal for the boys,” Bertha suggested. They’ll tear up her pussy if she stays this dry.” The thought of the treasure being damaged worried both of them. They planned to monitor the breeding closely, and keep the girl restrained so she could not injure herself.
“She’s well used, though,” Bertha informed her sister. Shirley was two years younger than her. They had been devastated when they lost their husbands, and had slowly drifted back to a life together.
Jill began thrashing when Bertha performed frenzied taps over her clit. “That’s it,” Bertha declared triumphantly. “She just needs a bit more encouragement to get those juices flowing.”
Jill felt her bottom clenching in time to her pussy, squeezing the torturing fingers but also increasing her sexual tension. Shirley began rubbing harder against her face and brushing her clit against her nose. The little nub was ridged and hot, and Jill was disgusted by the copious liquid being smeared on her face.
Jill’s thighs cramped when she climaxed, and she screamed into Shirley’s pussy. It sent the old woman over the edge, and Jill kept shrieking when she was pulled further into the spurting mess. She slumped in exhaustion. Shirley stood and gripped her collar, while Bertha’s fingers finally released their hold on her. Jill moaned, and began wailing when Bertha took Shirley’s place on the chair. She stared at another old hairy mound, and realized this was going to become a regular practice with the widows.
Her wet face was pressed into Bertha’s slit, and in the distance Jill heard a metal clanging and water began to splash. While she concentrated on breathing through the musky smell, her head was trapped between two strong thighs. Bertha’s other hand fisted through the back of her collar, keeping her in place.
Jill felt the cheeks of her bottom being spread and a tube pushed inside of her rectum. A few seconds later, ice cold water began to fill her bowels. “Now, I let you get by without using your tongue. To encourage you to do a better job with Bertha, you will not be permitted to expel the enema until she climaxes,” Shirley said from behind her. The sisters had always shared an unusual propensity for torturing tithe’s bottoms.
Oh. Oh, god. Oh… it hurts. Jill began shuddering and wiggling her bottom. Shirley held the wand in place between two fingers, and two others gripped the girl’s pussy hair. She was prepared for the girl trying to buck free. Oh, god, Jill wailed. With no other option, she reached out her tongue… and realized she hated Debra.
When Bertha finally came, she raised Jill by the collar. Shirley continued to hold the enema in place while they shuffled her out the door. At the side of the house, she was ordered to spread her legs as far as the hobble would allow her to. At last, the tube was removed and the water rushed from inside her.
They led her to a small freezing stream a few feet away, and she was pushed to her knees while they splashed her clean. Her head was dunked down and Jill briefly wished they would drown her. The widows led her back to the house and into the bedroom. Shirley locked her wrists to the bedpost, and began brushing her hair.
Bertha disappeared to answer a knock at the door, and a few minutes later she returned with a young man. He was extremely muscular, with blonde hair, and eyes that reminded her of Elijah’s. “Jason is going to be the first to breed,” Bertha announced.
Jason’s face reddened a bit, and he said, “Charlotte and I are getting married in August.”
“Jason Larimer,” Shirley exclaimed in mock surprise. Everyone knew that he had been courting her since last summer. “Charlotte Clausen is a fine girl.”
Jason laughed. “She’s also your niece, Mistress.” Jason saw the uneasy look on her face. “You didn’t know? The Preacher and elders have given you status for the slave, because she’s new blood. You have the most important slave in the settlement.”
“Did you know, Bertha?”
“No. Gosh, Shirley, this gets us back in with the Mistresses,” Bertha replied. It had been so long since they felt comfortable enough to join them.
“Don’t forget the gossip,” Jason chuckled. His eyes were studying the slave.
“Well yes, there is that,” Shirley agreed.
“So, this is her?”
“Yup.” Bertha reached out and stroked Jill’s bottom. She seemed to have a perpetual tremble. “Nice wide hips, Jason. Could be a nice big son for Charlotte.”
“Go ahead,” Shirley encouraged. “Get a feel for her.” The widows had already decided the men should get the slave used to their touch. It might make the breeding take hold faster.
Jason ran his hands over her breasts, and Jill instinctively pulled back. “Easy, girl.” He turned to Bertha. “Virgin?”
“Oh, hell no,” Bertha said. “Stretched and well used.”
“Well then, what the fuck is she pulling away from me for?” In the settlement, Jason was used to the work whores practically attacking him.
“Who the hell knows?” Shirley replied. “She’s a flatlander, and not even a clan member. Bertha had to diddle with her for about ten minutes to get her to respond. It was one of the weakest excuses for a climax I ever witnessed.”
“No shit? Damn. Glad I was raised up here, then,” Jason said.
Jill hated the way they were talking. What was not confusing was humiliating and disgusting. The man reached out and grabbed her breast. With his other hand, he pinched her nipple. He kept squeezing her breast until it began to throb, and the nipple began to ache. A moan exploded from her opened mouth. “Shit, she is a hard one to coax.”
“We’ll be working on it. Do you have time for a quick plunge before you visit Charlotte? We’d like you to stop by occasionally before you breed her, to get her used to you. She’s such a frigid thing that we’re a little concerned it might take a few tries,” Bertha admitted.
J
ason unzipped his pants and his erection sprung forward. Jill began sobbing again. What kind of nightmare have you gotten me into, Debra? Damn you.
Elijah had carefully explained to Jill on the ride up how Debra told them all about her. She had told them how she had broken her wrist last summer, and how much she liked to fuck Ben Jameson. Jill would never forgive her for doing this to her.
Bertha held the back of her collar again, and the young man gripped her short hair. He stared into her pleading brown eyes and slid his cock through the ring. Jill began gulping swallows and frantically searching for escape with her tongue. It thrashed and pushed against his stiff rod while he continued to press down her throat. Her eyes widened, and while her tongue continued thrusting pushes she screamed vibrations along his shaft.
“Unusual technique,” Jason chuckled. “Seems flatlander whores don’t like to suck cock either.”
“Shirley had to use an enema bag to get her to lick pussy,” Bertha informed him.
“First feeding?” he grunted while he plunged deeper.
“No. She’s nowhere near ready to clean us. I heard your mother is doing better with her friend,” Shirley answered.
Even with the cock threatening to block her airway, Jill sobbed when they described her debasing acts to the boy. And Debra was with his mother? And she’s doing good? She likes it here? Jill panicked when he pushed passed the back of her mouth. Oh god. I can’t breathe.
Jason pulled back. “Shit, she’s choking herself. Pull her head back and give me a straight shot. She’s got a lot to learn.”
Jill felt them adjust her head, and the man pushed down her throat, making her gag. The curly hairs on his groin mashed against her nose, and his balls banged into her chin. He pulled out and she sobbed in a harsh breath, only to have him plunge down her throat again. It seemed an eternity before he painfully gripped her hair and thrust down her throat, spewing his hot sticky load deep down her neck. It slithered to her stomach while she continued retching shudders.
“You spit that up and I’ll whip you,” Bertha warned.
Jason shook his head. Even a novice clan whore knew better than to waste a man’s spend. When she refused to clean him, Bertha took her crop and slapped it across her bottom. Two welts purpled before she stretched her tongue through the ring, screaming and wailing but performing the task.
“She’ll learn,” Bertha assured him. “Just don’t be a stranger. She needs a helluva’ lot of training.”
Jason stood and zipped himself. “If it’s not too late, I’ll stop by in the evening after visiting Charlotte.” He rubbed his crotch. “I can usually use a little relief then.”
Bertha walked him to the door, and Shirley lifted Jill to her feet and brushed her hair again. Bertha called to her from the other room, and Jill was led out to see two more women in the cabin. It did not take long for her to figure out the younger one, Gabriel, was Elijah’s wife and that Debra was staying with her.
“My tithe told me all about your slave,” Gabrielle said. “Debra told me she didn’t want to get pregnant by my sons and that her friend could do it. She says she’d rather run through the hills with me, and eight pregnancies would make that difficult.”
Run through the hills? At first, Bertha and Shirley went along with her strange speech, though not understanding for a few moments. They finally figured out that Gabrielle was making sure the two girls would not search each other out as friends. It could distract their breeder, so they immediately backed Gabrielle’s plan.
“Yes, well, when she mentioned this girl had a much broader ass and would be better suited to it, it just makes sense,” Bertha said.
The final nail in the coffin to Jill and Debra’s friendship was when Gabrielle told the widows how Debra had laughed about how easy it had been to coax Jill to the farm… and even lead her parents on a wild goose chase if they tried to find her.
Jill spent the night curled up at the foot of the widows’ bed. She woke with nightmares and cried in misery about her best friend’s betrayal. They had played together since they were five, and Jill realized that she had never known Debra at all.
The widows changed her name to Elsa, and kept her constantly hobbled. Sometimes they bound her wrists in front of her with a short chain separating her cuffs so that she could clean house. They assaulted her continually, forcing her to kneel between their spread thighs. The herbalist gave them a lotion that they kept on her now bald pussy. It kept her continually aroused, and Bertha and Shirley would laugh and punish her if she tried to rub against the furniture.
Shirley subjected her to daily freezing enemas, and Jason made a habit of stopping by to watch the humiliating procedure. To her horror, one afternoon while she was kneeling before Bertha, instead of the enema she felt Jason’s cock push through her tight hole. She lifted her head to scream, but the look on Bertha’s face kept her still. The woman loved to flog her. She pushed Elsa’s head back into her pussy, and Elsa cried while she licked and the shaft stretched her hole. The women were merciless with their humiliating tortures, and Elsa knew that if she ever saw Debra again she would kill her.
Throughout the summer she was kept at the widow’s cabin. One day, the women replaced her cuffs with newer ones. Even the collar was a shinier leather, and for the first time in weeks she was gagged.
She was led towards town and into a church. Elsa was amazed at the huge congregation, and she saw Jason standing at the front by the Preacher with a beautiful blonde woman smiling beside him. Her stomach began to churn as she realized this was the mysterious Charlotte. She was the woman for whom Elsa would bear a child.
From her position at the back of the church, Elsa spotted Gabrielle in the front row. Kneeling beside her was Debra. Gabrielle felt eyes on her, and she turned to see Elsa glaring at her tithe. She smiled warmly and stroked Mara’s head in a gentle caress. Elsa’s eyes narrowed with hatred.
Elsa was distracted when Charlotte spoke up. It was the first time she heard her voice. She was holding a sheet she had taken from an envelope the Preacher had handed her. “My tithe will be Sandra,” she called out, smiling and looking radiant beside her handsome husband. Elsa realized she was jealous. After months of bonding with the man, she had formed an attachment to him.
The widows led her back to the cabin, before the reception was over. There was a second room off the main room, but Elsa had never been inside. Bertha unlocked it and Shirley led her forward. It took both of them to hold her and buckle her into the device. The midwife and herbalist walked in and began examining her.
Elsa felt her pussy flushed out, and fingers applied the irritating lotion over her clit. She was buckled on a platform on all fours, with her head resting on a shelf where her collar was secured. A ring gag was exchanged for the plug in her mouth, and Elsa began sobbing.
As a new bloodline breeder, there was a special ritual to the encounter that was not applied to tithes. Timing was important, and it was the midwife who informed the Preacher of the ideal date for the wedding. The breeder was at the height of fertility, and the midwife was optimistic at a successful encounter. “Look at me, girl,” the woman ordered.
Elsa detested the midwife. She seemed excessively cruel with her examinations. She held up a thick, long, varnished piece of wood, resembling a small bat with a flange on one end. “If you do not pleasure the bride, I will stick this in your bottom. It will remain there every night until you conceive.” She was not finished with her threat. Elsa felt her nipples pinched until they were stiff and erect. She shrieked when clamps pinched them, and she felt weights added to the torturing devices. “Those stay on until Charlotte is pleased.”
Bertha and Shirley noted the threats they would have to use in the future. Breeders were always reluctant to pleasure the bride, even though they were well used to their Mistress by then. Their slave was moaning and shuddering sobs. It was a sadistically pleasant sight the bride would find arousing.
Elsa screamed when she heard the door open. Charlotte’s parents an
d their tithe positioned themselves to one side in front of her. Elsa cried and pleaded with her eyes, and they smiled. Beside them, Elsa saw Elijah, Gabrielle, and finally Debra sank to her knees next to her Mistress.
Elsa began shrieking and thrashing in her restraints. How could they humiliate her like this in front of Debra?
Gabrielle leaned down and whispered, “Give her a kiss, Mara, so she won’t be so frightened. Remember, she is doing this in your place.”
Mara’s heart was wrenching at the horrible torture her friend was being subjected to. If not for the ring gag Gabrielle had insisted on using, Debra would have tried to tell Jill how sorry she was. She shuffled forward on her knees and pressed their opened mouths together, while Jill kept screaming and begging her for help. She tried to convey she was sorry, but it looked like a sad smile.
Get away from me. Why did you tell them to do this? I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you, Debra. Elsa was furious. It was as though her friend had given her the proverbial ‘kiss of death’, and she had the audacity to smile at the situation she had placed her in.
Charlotte walked in and stood on a small platform in front of Elsa. Her mother’s tithe and Debra knelt beside her. Elsa cried and garbled curses while the tithes lifted the girl’s dress. Her nipples were aching, and she glanced at the midwife who was stroking the wooden phallus. Debra was going to assist in this horrifying scene? Elsa was almost reduced to shock, when the tithes used their other hand to spread the bride’s pussy.
If not for the ring gag, Elsa would have bitten Debra’s fingers clean off. Instead, she reached out her tongue, stroking the folds and clit of the woman who would take her baby from her. She heard Jason’s zipper, and for the first time he entered her pussy. The lotion made her squeeze and rub, and she barely heard the loving murmurs of the couple while they embraced over her back.
Charlotte gasped and cream coated Elsa’s chin while she lapped frantically to catch her juice. A few seconds later, Jason erupted. As soon as his cock slid out of her, the chains hanging from the ceiling were hooked to cuffs on her thighs. Her hips were raised above her back to keep his sperm from spilling out of her.
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