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Karen and Michelles Sad Story Part 2 Michelles Story Chapter 67
By Redlegtiger
Edited by msboy8
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Chapter 67, Freshman Year at Clearview
Over the next couple of weeks, the girls focused on finishing their cave dungeon. Sarah continued to improve and feel more and more sensations in her legs and had graduated in her therapy from just manipulation of her legs to keep her muscle tone firm to actually walking along with stiff braces to support her legs and parallel bars to help support her standing up. The doctor’s prognosis was that if she kept to her therapy faithfully, she would most likely gain full use of her legs again.
By the end of the two weeks, they had installed the septic tank and ran a sewer line to it for the water sports area and for a bathroom. The running water was piped in from the water fall. The hot water was provided by an in line water heater that heated the water as it was used. The guards were very happy with their handy work and the daily romps they had with the girls.
Sarah, in the two weeks, became more and more demanding of Aminda and Michelle. She made them wait on her for every little thing. She stopped letting them sleep in the bed with her but wouldn’t let them sleep in their room either. She made them sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed without covers or clothing. When she had them take her around in the pony cart, she made it a point to whip them with her whip at every little perceived infraction, whether or not there was one. The tortures in the Cabin were getting longer and crueler as well. It all escalated gradually and Aminda and Michelle took it all in stride. They were just slaves and knew that they needed to accept whatever their mistress did to them.
On this particular Friday morning though, they were getting ready to go in and enroll in the local public school. Tom and Nancy had wanted to home teach the girls but Sarah wouldn’t hear of it. She protested and threw a fit like she usually did before everything started with Karen in order to get her way. Finally Tom and Nancy left it up to a vote between the three girls to let them decide. They didn’t know just how much power that Sarah had over the three girls and that taking a vote was the same as letting Sarah decide. Aminda and Michelle both voted to go to public school because that was what Sarah wanted. It didn’t matter what they wanted. So they found themselves in the car on the way to the school. It was the first day and they needed to go in with Tom and Nancy to be enrolled.
Because they were all together, Tom and Nancy’s Security team provided security at the school. The guards for the girls stayed behind and moved the dungeon equipment from the cabin to the cave. They spent the day getting the place perfect for their little sex angels as they began to think of them. They were rightfully proud of what they had done for the girls in the cave. When you walked in the lights came on immediately. If they were on, they flickered on and off to warn the ones in the cave that someone was on their way in. It would give them time to escape out through the pool and waterfall and warn the guards that were in proximity. That way they could check up on the uninvited guests. They thought it was a rather ingenious addition to the cave.
Up in Washington during the two weeks, Karen’s depression deepened and doggyslut fueled her feelings of guilt and self blame. She spent all of her time beside Carl’s or Sam’s Bedside. Carl had been taken in to surgery three more times to correct problems from being shot in the stomach. He had developed gangrene twice from fecal material getting into the stomach cavity. He was still under intensive care and hadn’t recovered enough but for a single day after the second operation to converse with anyone. When he saw Karen sitting there he brushed his hand through her hair and told her he was happy that she was alive and uninjured. That just added fuel to Karen’s feelings of guilt.
Sam was slowly recovering. The side of her face that had been shattered from the bullet was healing, but she was braced from the neck up so that she wouldn’t put any pressure on that side of her face. Greg had turned over the day to day operations to his next most senior agent. He stayed in contact with the telephone, but he wasn’t providing security any more other than to keep an eye on Karen.
Brittany had healed enough by this time that they decided to begin to take her out of the Coma. Her bandages still needed to be changed daily but she had healed sufficiently that there were only a few places that still needed covering. When the full bandages came off, she was a hideous shadow of her previous self. She had multiple grafts of skin over her face and body that left her features distorted and gnarled as if she had been severely burned.
When she came out of her coma, she saw Angie sitting there on her bed. She looked around the room in a panic but didn’t seem to find what she was looking for. Finally she turned to Angie and asked, “What are you doing here slut?”
Angie responded with righteous anger, “Still the same ole’ Brittany. The organization tortures you to near death like they did many others, myself included, and that’s all you can say. I’m the only one here to talk to so at least be civil. If it was up to me, I’d put you through the same hell that you put us through at school.”
Brittany panicked at Angie saying she was the only one. She blurted out, “Where’s Mistress Karen. She is my savior. I can’t go on without her.”
Angie got up and left the room without saying anything. She went to the room where Karen was. She said Karen’s name several times and didn’t get a response. Finally she put her hand on Karen’s shoulder to get her attention. When Karen looked at her, Angie was surprised at how haunted the look in her eyes was. She finally said, “Brittany is out of her coma and is asking for ‘Mistress Karen’. Can you come in and assure her that you are here. She’s being her typical nasty self with me.
Karen sighed deeply. She didn’t want to leave Carl’s side but she did know that Brittany needed her. She was just another failure of hers that has now come to roost. She got up and followed Angie back to her room. When she entered, Brittany exclaimed, “There you are my mistress. I was afraid that you left me. Please be with me my mistress.”
Karen looked at her sternly and said, “I have been with you for over a month now. I have others that I have to look after. If you need a mistress to serve then serve Angie in my place. She has suffered just as much or more than you have and deserves your reverence and respect. I want you to consider any order she gives the same as mine. Don’t bother me again unless I come to you.”
Karen turned and left the room. Brittany and Angie stared at her as she left. What she had said surprised both of them. Brittany looked at Angie with fear. She had just been extremely rude to her and now she was going to have to obey her. That’s what her savior had told her. She couldn’t disobey her savior Karen. She was obviously too busy.
Brittany’s mental state was that of a little girl. The adult, cocksure Brittany was gone forever and left behind was the unsure little girl that she was before her mother’s boyfriend tried to force her to have sex with her when she was 13. She still had memories of her time in the organization but that had led to them turning on her and trying to kill her. That forced her to have to turn her back on everything they stood for. She finally, fearfully turned to Angie and said, “This miserable excuse for a human being has greatly disserved and abused you in the past. For that I ask your mercy for I know that you can never forgive me. But my savior has ordered that I obey you as I would her so I am yours to command……Mistress Angie.”
This was a turn of events that surprised Angie. She decided that she wouldn’t do anything yet but if Karen left her in charge of Brittany when they got to this estate to live, then she would make her life hell for her. Until then she would treat her civilly. She finally looked at Brittany and said, “For now, you just lay there and heal. When you are well enough we will go back to Karen’s. I don’t know if Karen will leave me in charge of you there but if she does, I will give you your orders then. Until then, you will treat me and any other former slave as if they were your master or mistress. Don’t ever treat one like you did me when you first saw me. I will punish you for that when we get back to the estate. That I promise you.”
Brittany lay back on the bed with a single tear at the corner of her eye. She knew deep down that Angie, no Mistress Angie would exact revenge on her. It was what she deserved for what she had done to her and the other students. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep.
Angie sat on her bed, all thoughts of Brittany gone from her mind. She was very worried about Karen. That look on her face scared her more than anything. She remembered that look on the faces of the drudge slaves at Clearview, especially the ones that were closest to giving up on life. She knew that she had to do something. But she didn’t know what.
For Sarah, Aminda and Michelle in LA, they were enrolled in school. They were able to meet with the principal and the school counselors. It was determined that Sarah was going to redo her Freshman year while Aminda and Michelle would be put in their Sophomore year. Arrangements were made for their security to be on campus but not allowed to be with the girls in the classroom. When they explained that there was a group of people that were trying to kill the girls, they readily agreed to the additional security being available. The principal and staff also signed nondisclosure agreements about anything that happened to the girls at the school.
After they were enrolled, they were dismissed until Monday when the first day of classes would really begin. When they got back to the estate, their guards were waiting for them. Gar spoke for the other two guards saying, “Sarah, we have a little something for you, Aminda and Michelle. We would like to make it a surprise for you so when you get settled in, we’ll take you there.”
The three girls knew that they were working on the cave. They didn’t think they would get it done in a day though. They rushed up to their rooms and changed into more comfortable clothes. Sarah grabbed her digital recorder and the three quickly made it down to where the guards were waiting.
As soon as the girls joined the guards, they helped them into the back seat of their SUV and then blindfolded them. The three guards got into the front seat and they drove out to the cave. After parking the car in a secluded spot where it couldn’t be easily seen, they helped the girls out of the car. With them still blindfolded, Gar pushed Sarah’s wheelchair while Aminda and Michelle held the handles of the chair. He led them up the trail to the cave entrance. The guards were quite proud of the fact that it looked completely natural. Gar led the girls into the cave while the other two guards stayed outside.
Once they were inside the entrance, Gar said, “You can take off your blindfolds now.”
The girls all quickly reached up and removed their blindfolds. They looked around in amazement as they took in their new fully functional and equipped dungeon. As they were turning around and looking at everything, Gar radioed Harry and told him to come in. As he passed the hidden sensor, the lights flashed on and off. When it did the girls looked at Gar and Sarah asked, “Was that a short in the power supply?”
Gar smiled and said, “No Sarah… that was the sensor warning us that someone is coming into the cave. As you can see now, Harry is coming in. We decided that we would provide some way to warn you if someone discovered the cave and tried to come in while you were in here. One of us will always be at this side of the tunnel to the cave. We will know if it is someone that we trust through the radio. But if we don’t know who it is, we want you to assume they are up to no good and jump in the pool and swim out through the waterfall. You have about 30 seconds from the time the lights blink until they make their way in here. It will also warn the guard in here with you guys that something isn’t right and he will be prepared for trouble. So what do you think of our little surprise for our favorite girls?”
Sarah rolled over to him and held her arms up. Gar leaned down and Sarah pulled him down and gave him a deep sensuous kiss with a lot of tongue. When she finally came up for air she said, “My two slaves and I thank you for all of your hard work. If you get out of those clothes, I’ll have them show you how much they appreciate your efforts.”
Gar stripped down as fast as could be possible. Aminda and Michelle started stripping as well. Soon the two of them were approaching Gar from either side. They immediately knelt down in front of him. Aminda took his cock into her hand and leaned in to suck on it. Michelle reached under her and began to knead his balls with her hand. She leaned down under Aminda and began to lick and suck his balls into her mouth. They continued to suck him for a couple of minutes and then Aminda pulled off, sucking hard on his prick until it popped out of her mouth with an audible popping sound.
Aminda leaned back and looked at him saying, “Lie down so we both can fuck you as our mistress wants.”
Gar quickly sat down then leaned back until he was lying down. Aminda straddled him, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her cunt as she squatted down on it. Soon she was bouncing up and down on his cock. At first Michelle tried to lick the joined cock and cunt but Aminda was fucking him so fast that it really wasn’t adding anything to the experience. Finally she got up and straddled his head and lowered her cunt onto his face so he could eat her out.
Soon Michelle was experiencing a wonderfully nice cum. Her feelings of pleasure were passed on to Aminda who was close to cumming anyway. She tripped into an orgasm just as Michelle’s was ending. Soon Aminda was screaming in glorious pleasure. The contractions and spasms in her cunt finally sent Gar over the edge and he began cumming.
As soon as he was finished, Aminda got off of him as did Michelle. Sarah waited a couple of minutes for Gar to catch his breath and finally said, “Radio Harry come in. You change places with him and we’ll give him the same as you got. Don’t tell him why their being requested to come in. I want it to be a surprise for them. Once we get done with Harry, then we’ll give Trip a go at it as well. Then give us some time to relax.”
Gar did as requested and changed places with Harry. They quickly had him out of his clothes and fucked him like they did Gar. This time though, Michelle was the one fucking him and Aminda got eaten out. She didn’t bother to tell the guy that Gar had cum in her just moments before. They had a great old time until Harry came. When they were done, they had Harry call in Trip. This time they helped Sarah up out of her chair and held her by her back and thighs on either side. When Trip was naked and lying on his back, they moved over him with Sarah between them. They didn’t have to do anything to get him excited because his cock was rampant in expectation. Aminda and Michelle knelt down on either side of him and lowered their mistress down. Aminda reached down and guided his cock into her cunt as they lowered her. When his cock was seated fully in Sarah’s cunt they began to lift her up and down, fucking her on his cock. They kept this up until Sarah had two orgasms. She ordered them to lift her off and let her suck him the rest of the way off. They lifted her up and Trip stood up, presenting his stiff cock, coated with Sarah’s juices, to her. She took him into her mouth and sucked him with a passion until he came.
When Sarah finished with Trip she asked him to go back out of the cave. After he left, Sarah turned to Michelle and said, “I want to hear the rest of your story. With school starting next week, we won’t have much time to do things. We’ll be limited to weekends mostly. So let’s go over to the lounge area where they put in the home theater and let’s finish the story. At least we have some comfortable furniture there for us to sit on now.”
The three went over to the corner of the cave where they had a 60 inch flat screen plasma television mounted on the wall. They had even installed a surround sound system to give them the best sound. They could watch movies here and really enjoy themselves. This time though they were just going to relax and finish the story. Sarah set the digital recorder on the coffee table and she sat in the chair while Aminda and Michelle sat in a love seat that was opposite the chair. Once they were all settled Michelle began to tell the last part of her story.
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The morning after the party, we woke up together in our stable. We were on opposite sides of the stall when we woke up. I saw that Aminda was covered with cum, but not very heavily. Whether it was her I smelled or myself I’ll never know. I think it was both of us though and maybe a little bit from Valerie. I was lying on that side of the stall that shared a wall with the stall she was in. I could hear her crying. I wanted to hug her and tell her that it would be okay but didn’t dare. I knew we didn’t have much time before we were shipped out and I sure didn’t want to be crated up with any more whip marks than I already got last night. That last whipping session we got reminded me of the time we were hung up in the gymnasium at Clearview for the auction. I hurt all over and I knew that Aminda did too.
I crawled over to Aminda and soon was cuddling with her. That is the one way that I feel the most comfortable, in the arms of my Aminda. No matter what happens to us, as long as I’m with her I know it will be all right.
It was about an hour after we woke up that we were made to get up and clean out the stall one last time. We went through the normal morning routine. After we had brought our two horses off and delivered their cum to the collection room, we were taken to the clean up area. There we were sprayed down with a powerful hose until the majority of the cum was washed off of us. The spray was so hard that it hurt like hell on our bruised bodies from the whippings. They even forced the nozzle of the hose into our cunts and ass. We were essentially given a cold water enema. They held the darn things in our ass until we looked five months pregnant and then made us evacuate our bowels there at the wash area. This was repeated three more times until nothing but clear water came out of our asses. After that we were scrubbed down with a stiff horse brush. As much as the water spray hurt it didn’t compare to the pain caused by the stiff bristles of the brush. They seemed to pay an extraordinary amount of time on our cunts and tits too.
It was while we were out at the cleaning area that we found out what really happened to puntapet. She and the rich bitch were hooked up to a heavy cart and hauling manure and other compost material to the composting pile. The two were both pierced and chained up like they had done puntapet at the party the night before. When you watched them, you could see that they were hurting and every step they took caused them more pain in one of their sensitive organs. I shuddered at the thought of having to live in constant pain like that.
When our bodies were a bright red color from the scrubbing they sprayed us down again. They washed our hair out twice after that. After shampooing our hair and rinsing it out the second time, they took shears and cut our hair completely off. They handed the hair to another slave who took our pony tail butt plugs and began to braid the hair they just cut off into the hair already in the plug. This made the tail look lush and thick like it is now. When they cut our hair, we both knew we were being prepared for shipment. They wouldn’t have cut our hair otherwise.
We were dried off and led into another building that we hadn’t been to during our stay at the Baybee Ranch. I won’t bore you with the details but when we entered, there were our shipping crates. We were prepared for shipment this time, just like we were the last. This time though, we had some extra baggage to take with us. The butt plugs were put in a storage box and attached to one of the inside walls of the crate. They packed our individual trophies for us to take home as well. Mistress Baybee kept the overall trophy but she sent home each of our trophies for our masters and mistresses to display.
We’ll have to ask Karen to have the FBI get them for us.
It wasn’t long before we were hooked up with the dildos and the crate nailed shut. After that it was a bumpy trip to the port and finally the two week trip by ship to Seattle Seaport and then on home. We were allowed to sleep and wake normally and when we got home, they didn’t knock us out like they did when we arrived in Australia. We were delivered to Clearview during the first week in July. We were both taken home for the summer. We didn’t know at the time, but all of our pony gear was delivered to Marta’s Kennels where we would go whenever one of our masters or mistresses wanted to put us through our paces.
Nothing special really happened that summer. To say it was a summer like a normal 15 year old would experience would be a lie. All four of our Master’s and Mistresses worked so we were locked up in the dungeon or in the kennel behind Master Darrel’s house. That was the kennel he specially built for doggyslut. We spent about half of the summer locked up in the kennel. We expected to see Lisa at some point during the summer but that never happened. They never let us out to go play like they did before we were sent to Clearview so we couldn’t go check on her. We didn’t dare ask about her either because that would get us punished. She was a slave and what happened to a slave was no one’s business, especially to another slave.
We were tortured nightly in some manner by either Master Darrell, Mistress Tyree or Master Keith and Mistress Jenny. They would rotate turns abusing and torturing us. We were frequently tortured separately but most of the time we were together. We were a pair and that was how they treated us most of the time. I wanted to scream and tell them that we were a threesome and that Lisa belonged with us as well but I had been trained too well to speak out. I lived in mortal fear that I would upset one of our masters or mistresses and Aminda was the same way. We never did ask what happened to our best friend and they never volunteered.
When school started we were taken back to Clearview. When we were taken out to the car for the ride to the school, I noticed that it was pulling a trailer. When we got to Clearview, we weren’t taken to the sub dorms like all of the rest of the students. We were taken to the horse barn. They had decided that we would live at the school as pony girls instead of students. The good thing was that Aminda and I were both put in the same stall. There was a tack room at the end of the aisle where they put our equipment to include the sulky.
When we arrived at the barn, Master Darrell handed us our pony girl outfits that we wear now. He ordered, “I want you to get into your pony gear now. We are going to go up to the headmistress’ house.”
We quickly got into our pony girl outfits and then went out and hooked ourselves up to the sulky. Master Darrell got in and cracked the buggy whip in the center of each of our backs to get us going. He knew that we didn’t need to be whipped to get us going but he took great joy in causing us pain every chance he got.
We were driven to the trail around the field in front of the college dorms and Master Darrell began to crack the whip frequently and shaking the reins. He made us run around the trail around the field several times. When he started, there were just a few people moving stuff into the college dorm. By the end of our third trip around the field, there were over a hundred spectators watching us. During the whole time Master Darrell continued to alternate whipping us. He began to spread where he whipped us around and even whipped us so that the whip came around our sides and caught the sides of our tits.
Finally Master Darrell decided he had shown off his pony girls enough and guided us up the ramp to the quad in front of the Dom and sub dorms where we assembled in the morning. We trotted right through the quad, to the main entrance of the school. When we got to the front entrance, he made us turn left and steered us to the Headmistress’ house. Once we got there, he parked the buggy on the circular drive in front of the steps leading up to the front door.
Master Darrell got out of the sulky and went up the stairs. The door opened and he went inside. Soon Mistress Lynn was coming down the stairs with him. The two of them got into the cart and soon Master Darrell was whipping us to a full run. He took us back to the trail in front of the college dorm and ran us around the field. After the first time around, he handed the reins and the whip to Mistress Lynn and taught her the way to pull the reins. She then proceeded to whip us over and over as she made us run around the field on the trail. After three laps we headed back to her house.
When we arrived, Mistress Brittany was standing there waiting for us. As soon as Mistress Lynn got down, she got on and we were again made to take them around to the trail in front of the college dorm. When Mistress Brittany was handed the whip and reins, she was crueler than the Headmistress. She whipped us cruelly and often. She made sure that the tip of the whip would always wrap around and catch our tits or pussies. She seemed very adept at inflicting the maximum amount of pain no matter what type of torture it was.
For the rest of the first day, we took each of the faculty members that wanted to on a run around the same trail. We were approaching exhaustion after being made to pull two people on the cart at almost a full run over and over from midmorning to late afternoon. Finally Master Darrell drove us over to the barn. Waiting there was a pair of senior Dom students. We were turned over to them to be cleaned and put in our stall for the night.
The two senior Dom students were brother and sister fraternal twins. They were very active in rodeo with her being a top ranked barrel racer and he was a top ranked bronco rider. They were assigned to be our student masters. Freshman subs were always assigned to a senior Dom or Domme for the year. It seemed that our twin masters were going to be putting us through our paces during the year.
That first time they quickly took off our outfits, making note of how they went on. After that they took us to the area of the stable where they cleaned the horses. They sprayed us down and then began to scrub us with the horse brushes and saddle soap. They scrubbed us down until we were a bright red color all over. Then they both took turns making us suck them off. Once we had sucked off one then we swapped and sucked the other one off. The whole time they were pinching and pulling on our nipples. When they were done, they led us to our stall. They hung feeding bags on our heads filled with slave gruel and then left. They didn’t say one word to us the whole time.
That was basically how they treated us for the whole school year. The twin masters never spoke to us in any manner other than like we were real ponies. If we tried to talk to them, we would be punished severely for speaking. They would ask us yes or no questions periodically and we had to answer with a neigh for yes and two neighs for no. I tried to ask a question of them that first weekend and ended up being whipped for two hours as they each took delight in whipping my back and front raw.
They put a speaker up in our stall so that we would hear the bells and announcements in the barn. In the mornings we had to clean our stalls out and then go and participate in the morning exercises on the quad. After exercising we would run back to the barn and wash off in the cold water and eat our breakfast which was in our feed bags waiting for us when we got done.
After breakfast we would get into our dress pony gear and then go off to classes. They made us wear the pony gear without the clamps while we attended classes. Any time a master came to the school or if the headmistress or Mistress Brittany wanted us we would be pulled out of class. When that happened, we had to go from the classroom to the barn to put the clamps on. We would hook up to the sulky and then run to the front entrance of the school where they would be waiting.
This happened numerous times per week. In the afternoons after classes, if we weren’t being used to take masters and mistresses around, our twin masters would take us to the trail in front of the college dorm and run us there. They would allow their classmates opportunities to whip us and guide us. We spent most afternoons and evenings being trained like we were at the Baybee Ranch. They hadn’t had any formal training but I assumed that they watched a training video to learn what to do.
Shortly after the start of the fall semester, we heard construction going on at the back of the barn. We had no idea what was going on but our student master and mistress were very involved in it as was Headmistress Lynn. They warned us not to even try to go to the back of the barn where they were doing the construction. The warning came with a threat to send us through the maze again so we made absolutely no effort to find out.
All of the pony girl training they made us do never allowed us time to study, and missing all of those classes they pulled us out of made it that much harder to keep caught up on our home work. We had to frequently stay up past the curfew to study. That wasn’t enough though and our grades fell from straight A’s to mostly A’s and B’s during the fall semester.
During the spring semester, it seemed as if we were being called out of more classes than we attended. Our grades suffered because of it and our twin masters began to have noon time punishment sessions for us because of it. We would be made to go to the barn where we would be stripped out of our pony gear and then whipped for fifteen minutes. Then we were made to put the pony gear back on over our sensitive whipped areas, eat and go back to classes. As our grades suffered, the whippings became more and more severe.
During spring break, instead of letting us go home, they made us stay at Clearview. At first we thought it was because of our grades but that was cleared up first thing the Saturday morning that spring break started. After we cleaned up our stalls, we were taken to the exercise quad. There in the quad were 6 other slaves, Angie included. The twin masters got up and the boy announced, “All of you girls that are here with bitchpup and headpup have been selected by their master or mistress to be trained as a pony girl. Since they have been back this year, our resident pony girls have made a big hit with the masters and mistresses. You are the first to be selected. Three of you will be matched up with bitchpup and three will be matched up with headpup. They will be your slave pony trainers. You will obey them like they were your masters. They answer to us, the Headmistress and Mistress Brittany. You will be punished for any failure to learn how to be a proper pony girl and they will receive the same punishment that you do. This week you will live, breath and eat pony girl. From now on as well, you will live in a stall at the barn, just as they have since the beginning of the school year. Now all of you go to the barn. There is a tailor there that will measure you for your pony girl harnesses. Then you will spend the rest of the day training. Bitchpup and Headpup stay here for a minute.”
The six girls left to go to the barn. As soon as they left, the twin mistress spoke up saying, “For the rest of the year, you will be responsible for training the new pony girls. This is a test run. If you are successful training these girls, you will train pony girls for the rest of your time at Clearview. We will be there to observe and learn the training techniques that you were trained with. We have been selected to be the master and mistress responsible for training pony girls and boys in the foreseeable future. When we graduate this spring, we will be granted a full ride scholarship for the college as long as we are making progress training pony girls. So believe me when I say that we will be highly motivated to make sure that you are doing a good job training the girls. Now the school purchased all of the same equipment that you were trained on at the Baybee Ranch. The new extension on the barn has been designed specifically for pony girl training. The stall that you will be staying in from now on is in the new section. Your school books and supplies have already been transferred to your new stall. We will expect that you will tell us anything that is pertinent to training the new girls. We also lift the ban on you speaking as long as it is for the purpose of training the new pony girls. Do you have any questions?”
Aminda was the first one to speak up and said, “When we were being trained, we had a male horse sharing the stall with us. The purpose was for us to learn to mimic the movements of the horse as closely as possible. Of course they made us suck off, or fuck the stallion three times a day and turn the cum in for collection. Are we going to make the new girls do that?”
The male twin answered, “Thank you for bringing that to our attention. I’ll bring it up to the headmistress. I’m sure she will want to approximate the training as closely as possible. Now go down to the barn. You will find that each of you has a flogger added to your stall. That is what you will use to punish the girls as you train them. Be warned that you better train them well because you will be punished for each girl’s failures. The goal is to get them to be as close to as good as you are as possible.
We rushed to the barn and went straight to the new section. We walked around the new barn looking with amazement. The stalls each had the pony’s slave name on the door. We were allowed to both be in a stall but they weren’t. In the center of the aisle down the middle was a duplicate of the mechanical trainer that we were trained on after school started. We made it to our new stall and we each found our books stacked in one of the corners with a flogger sitting on top of it.
When the girls were finished being measured for their pony gear, Aminda brought them in to the barn and showed them their stalls. Once they were acquainted with their stall we brought them out, lined them up in a single line and had them count off by twos. The girls with one went to Aminda and the girls with two were mine.
We started their training that very day. Aminda put me through my paces to show them how to pony step, trot, gallop and run. Once we showed them how, we each took three girls and began to train them with the basic pony step. We spent the rest of the day running them through their paces. We used the flogger liberally like our trainers had done with us. I felt so powerful, being allowed to do the training of the new pony girls. I also was lucky to have Angie as one of mine. When it came to using the trainer in the barn, we would take one from each group. One of us would train the ones on the trainer and the other would train the others on the trail.
Our spring break went real fast that way. By the end of the week, we had all six girls pony stepping pretty good. They weren’t performance quality yet, but neither were we after a week. At the end of the week, the headmistress finally approved of the horses residing in a stall with the pony girl. We went and selected the six most active of the stallions that weren’t jittery. We led them into each girl’s stalls and told them that from now on, they had to either suck or fuck the horse off three times a day. We also made sure they understood that they were to begin to mimic how the horses acted as close as humanly possible.
Once school started back up, training occurred after the last class of the day. Essentially we trained the girls from 3:30 pm to 10 pm with a 30 minute break for dinner. After the first week back from Spring Break was when the whippings began. For every imagined or real failure of one of the new pony girls, they would be whipped for 10 minutes. If all three of the girls screwed up, we would be whipped for 30 minutes, 10 for each girl. The whippings always occurred at the end of training before we went to bed. We spent the first hour to hour and a half that we went to bed crying from our whippings.
They knew that all of the training we were doing was keeping us from getting good grades, but that didn’t matter to them. We were expected to find time in our busy days to do the homework we were supposed to do, even though they were taking the time we normally would do homework away from us by making us train the pony girls.
When school let out for the summer, they kept us and the pony girls there to continue the training. By then the girls were beginning to get pretty decent. We stepped up the training and began to train them on trotting, galloping and running. We actually felt pretty good at what we were accomplishing.
That June was when I turned sixteen. Aminda had already turned sixteen earlier. They called a break to the pony girl training at the request of Master Darrell. He said he had a special birthday party planned for Aminda and me. They released the pony girls to their master or mistress for two weeks.
Because our grades had dropped down to a C average with a couple of D’s on our report card, Master Darrell, Mistress Tyree and Master Keith and Mistress Jenny were all mad at us for getting poor grades. When we were taken home for my birthday party, we were hauled immediately to the dungeon in Master Darrell’s basement. There they each took turns torturing us.
It started out with us hung up, back to back, from cuffs on our wrists. They used a single spreader bar to chain both of our ankles to. Master Darrell and Mistress Tyree started by whipping our tits and pussies. He used the cat-o-nine tails and she used a flogger while they whipped us over and over. They walked around us and whipped us for 100 strikes of the whip. We had to count each and every one that was aimed at us. The problem was that sometimes they would be whipping Aminda and the tails of the whip would wrap around and strike me. The same thing happened frequently to Aminda when they whipped me. If we counted one of those accidental hits, they would start over at the beginning. If we missed a count we would start over. We ended up restarting the punishment six times because of a missed or erroneous count. By the end of the whipping, we had each been whipped almost 200 times.
After they whipped us, Master Keith and Mistress Jenny proceeded to tie our tits. They first tied a slip knot in a rope and put it at the base of one of my tits. They pulled it tight and then began to wrap the rope around and around our tits. When they had my tits about the size of a baseball, and turning blue, they started on the other tit. They wrapped that tit until it too was puffed, swollen and turning blue. When they were done with me they pulled the rope around to Aminda and did her tits up the same way they did mine.
Now our tits were already sore from the previous whipping. With them tied like they were they were getting more painful by the minute. That’s when the punishment really began. Master Darrell and Master Keith both had canes and began to cane our tied tits. They didn’t make us count these. They knew that there would be little to no way that we would be able to with the pain they were going to cause. They proceeded to cane our tits. It hurt like hell considering that our tits had already been whipped to a nice red glow. Then with the added swelling from being tied causing my already tender tits to hurt even more the added insult of the caning had both of us screaming in agony in short order.
After having our tits caned for a good ten minutes, they finally stopped. Master Darrell and Master Keith sat down and it was now Mistress Tyree and Mistress Jenny who got up. They had put on large strap on dildos while our tits were being caned. Mistress Tyree came up to me and Mistress Jenny came up to Aminda. They each had what looked like a whip but instead of leather strands, it had thin flexible plastic rods coming out of the handle. The plastic strands were covered with little balls about every quarter of an inch. They were set unevenly along the rods so that they weren’t at the same spot on each of the rods.
The first thing the mistresses did was to step up and swing the whip underhanded into our cunts and clit. They proceeded to whip us for ten minutes with the dreadful things. They didn’t stop until our cunts were a bloody mess which didn’t take long with the many hard little plastic balls on the thin plastic rods. They were like getting hit with a dozen birch switches with knots all over them, all at the same time.
When the mistresses were satisfied that our cunts were raw enough, that was when they stepped up and forced the large dildos into our sorely abused cunts. The one Mistress Tyree chose for me was a ten inch long by two and a half inch wide dildo with electrical strips on it. Every time she thrust in to the hilt, I was shocked by the dildo to add to the agony they were putting us through. Aminda was being fucked by a dildo similar to the one used on Valerie’s mom. Apparently they brought one back with them. I soon felt the agony and heard the screams of anguish from her. It was like I was feeling the experience of both of us. Aminda told me later that she felt the same way.
Both Mistresses fucked us until they achieved their orgasms. Then they backed off, pulling their dildos out of us. They each took their dildo off of the strap and held it to our mouth for us to clean off. We opened our mouths like the dutiful slaves that we were and sucked the dildo into our mouths. When we had the dildos cleaned they went over to the lever that controlled the rope we were hanging from. They released the catch and let us fall to the floor. We were so exhausted that we just fell in a heap and lay there.
Once we were on the floor, they took the ropes off of our tits. The pain of the blood rushing in and out of our tits caused us both to scream again. They took the spreader bar off for the moment. Then they turned us so that our sore and painful tits were smashed together. They put the spreader bar back on our ankles. After that they tied rough manila rope around our chest area to mash our abused tits together. It only took a couple of times around to keep us together sufficiently. They didn’t want anymore of our backs covered than was necessary.
When they were done tying us together, they lifted us back up by our wrists. Master Darrell and Master Keith then began to cane our backs and asses. They walked around and caned us over and over as they walked around. The cane hit not only our backs but our sides as well. They didn’t stop until there was blood trickling down our backs where the cane had broken through the skin.
When our masters were satisfied that our backs were bloody enough, they quit caning us. Next our mistresses stepped up. They had swapped dildos so that Aminda was getting the shocking dildo up her ass and I was getting the ringed pinching dildo up mine. The two of them began to fuck our ass with a passion. They fucked me until my ass was raw and bleeding and then they switched. They then fucked us in the ass again with me getting the shocking dildo in the ass and Aminda the ringed one. When they were satisfied with the damage done to Aminda’s ass they finally stopped. They took off the dildos and presented the blood and shit covered dildos to us. We dutifully sucked them clean like the good little slaves that we were.
When our mistresses were done, our masters stepped up and they got behind us. Master Darrell started with me and Master Keith started with Aminda. They forced their cocks into our sore and bloody asses and began to fuck us. They fucked us for about five good strong strokes and then they pulled out. They walked around us and began to fuck the other one of us. They kept switching after about every fifth stroke in our ass. They did this until they came hard. With the pain and agony we were experiencing in our asses, there was no way we would come.
When they were done fucking us in the ass, the mistresses got up and took the cats. They began to whip us on our sore and bleeding backs. Our masters left the room. They came back about fifteen minutes later pushing a large brazier filled with red hot coals. It had brands sticking out of it.
After they let us down they retied us back to back, making sure to cause as much pain as possible to us. I knew what was coming. We were going to be pierced and branded. That was what they did when you had your permanent master assigned. I guess that at that point, both of our parents had decided they wanted to keep us.
When they had us hanging up again with our tits out, they wheeled the brazier close to us. They started with Aminda first. They took a long needle out of the brazier and put the tip of the needle at the base of her nipple. He was just starting to push the red hot needle through when the FBI broke into the dungeon and arrested them. You know the rest of the story from there.
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