The Naked Gardener

The Naked Gardener

by captv8td

Chapter 11

The next few weeks challenged Kathleen’s sensibilities.  She visited her parents frequently during this time, almost always as a daughter.  One visit was on a Sunday afternoon and she and her mother were watching television together while Joe and Brett were out playing golf.

Betty was sitting on the couch and Kathleen was lying down with her head resting in her mother’s lap as Betty’s fingers combed through the long blonde tresses.  “Mom, I’m not sure that I should be your slave any more.”

“But you’re not our slave, sweetheart.  You belong to Marge.”

“Yes, but you borrow me and bring me here to use.”

“No, sweetheart.  We borrow Marge’s slave.  There’s a difference.”

Kathleen sighed.  “But I’m Marge’s slave.  So you borrow me, your daughter.”

“We frequently borrow slaves or trade for them.  Marge has a beautiful and responsive and exciting slave.  So we enjoy borrowing her.”  Marge’s hand slid up and cupped one of Kathleen’s breasts, squeezing it gently through the blouse and bra.

“Mom!”  Kathleen exclaimed.  “You are treating your daughter as a slave.”

Betty reluctantly slid her hand away and rubbed slow circles over her daughter’s belly.  “Sorry, I was just thinking about Marge’s beautiful, erotic slave.  I guess I got carried away.”

This interaction left Kathleen bewildered and frustrated.  It was obvious that her parents would continue to use her and that they were able to not see her as their daughter when they used her.  Even though she had been able to compartmentalize her mind into the two different roles earlier, she was becoming troubled by having two roles with her parents.  She couldn’t understand how they could be so comfortable with the arrangement.

The next attack on her sensibilities came on the following Saturday.  When she walked into the family room, she was shocked to see her brother.  Seeing her brother at home was pretty ordinary.  But seeing him this way was certainly not.

He was standing in the middle of the room, naked but for a few items.  A wide leather collar circled his neck.  Long sharp spikes protruded from the leather all around the collar.  Black leather cuffs were around each wrist and were joined together behind his back.  And a small cage imprisoned his cock and balls, kept in place by leather bands that went around his waist and thighs.

“Is Brett a slave now too?”

“No, sweetie,” replied Joe.  “He’s just been misbehaving with you.  He needs to learn the value of a slave.”

“So we signed him up for a little sensitivity training,” added Betty.  “They are due to collect him any moment.  He’ll be gone for a week.”

“Would you like to play with him while we wait for his ride?” asked Joe.

“No thanks, Dad,” replied Kathleen.  She couldn’t believe that her parents would do such a thing to their son.  But, considering the things that they did to their daughter, she reasoned that she shouldn’t be surprised at what they were doing to Brett.

The third thing that happened was the loan.  Every sensibility that remained was shattered by this one.  A week after Brett had been sent away, Marge had a talk with Kathleen.

“Pet, I have to leave for a few weeks.  My mother is sick and I have to go home to take care of her.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mistress” replied Kathleen sincerely.  “I hope she gets better soon.  Do you want me to go with you?”

“I would love to bring my pet.  But I don’t think that’s a good idea.  My mother would not understand our relationship.”

“I understand, Mistress.  But I could travel as your companion instead of your slave, if you wished.”

Marge kissed Kathleen on the forehead.  “You are so sweet.  So good to me.  But I don’t think that is even wise.  My mother would freak out if she even thought that we were a couple and she can’t afford any stress right now.”

Kathleen nodded and sighed.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“I have decided to board you until I get home.”

“Board me?!?!?!?!?” gasped Kathleen.  “Like a pet?”

“In a manner of speaking,” affirmed Marge.  “Besides, you are my pet.  So it’s right that I should board you.”

Kathleen groaned.  Images of cages and dog bowls and flea dips rushed through her mind.  She couldn’t believe that Marge would treat her this way.

“You have your choice.  I will board you at whichever one you choose.  I can either send you to Mandy or to your parents until I return.”

Kathleen groaned.  Neither option sounded attractive.  Several weeks with Mandy would be too painful with her sadistic tortures.  She might end up with more rings or a tattoo or a brand.  Worse yet, it would not surprise her if she lost something if Mandy had control of her, like her hair or clit hood or even a nipple.  Mandy was not an option for her.

But her parents were not an attractive option either.  She had just had that frustrating conversation with her mother where she had asked to stop being their slave.  The role confusion was becoming difficult.  Spending three weeks in slavery with them would only make things worse.

“Aren’t there any other choices, Mistress?”

“Not really, little one.  Allison was a possibility but she leaves for Europe on Friday.  There’s a club that I could rent you to but I’m not sure how they would treat you or what they would do to you.”

“Could we visit the club and check it out, Mistress?”

Marge gave a half smile and shrugged.  “Sure, pet.  I’ll set it up for tomorrow.”

Marge and Kathleen arrived at the ranch in late morning and talked at some length with the owner.  He described the history and mission of the ranch and the club that used it.  It was basically a 24/7 version of the parties that Allison had taken Kathleen to.  It was a group of likeminded master/slave enthusiasts who wanted to enjoy and explore domination and submission on a more prolonged basis and away from critical eyes.  He showed them the list of prohibited activities which was short but which contained some very important restrictions.

“We don’t eat girls.  We don’t snuff them.  No permanent markings unless agreed upon and no detaching body parts.  That’s about it,” he said.  He was right about that.  As Kathleen looked at the list, there were only four restrictions.

“It’s just about lunch time.  Would you be my guests and then I can give you a tour later?”

“We’d be delighted to be your guests for lunch,” replied Marge.  “Lead the way.”

“I’m afraid that your girl is a little overdressed.  Slaves and subs are not permitted clothing beyond that door.  Can you have her undress?”

“Sure,” replied Marge.  Then she turned to Kathleen.  “Be a good girl for me.”

Kathleen felt defeated.  She rarely got to go out with Marge.  She had dressed in a khaki skirt with a crisp pink cotton blouse and had been feeling almost like a normal girl.  Now, she was faced with yet another indignity.  She sighed.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She removed her clothes and placed them neatly on the desk.  Then she turned back to face her owner and the manager.

“She’s a beauty,” admired the manager.  “We would love to have her stay here.  I’m sure the members would love to play with her.”

“Thank you,” smiled Marge.  “Yes, my pet is lovely.”

“Don’t you collar her?” asked the manager.

“She has a collar for home.  She doesn’t usually wear it outside the house, though.  It just attracts too much attention.”

“If you leave her with us, I would recommend the collar.  We can provide one if you wish.”

“Thank you,” nodded Marge.

They ate in a large dining room with what seemed like fifty or sixty people.  There was plenty of naked flesh as all of the submissives were nude.  About half the people were naked and several of those were male.

After lunch, the manager took them on a tour.  “This is the dog training area,” the manager said.  “We are quite well known for our obedience training and people pay us handsomely to train their pets.”

Kathleen gasped as they stepped into the area.  There were several dog runs.  In two of them, beautiful women were bent over padded benches.  One of them was being fucked by a German Shepherd.  The other woman was trying to entice a Great Dane to fuck her.  She reached between her legs and coated her fingers with her dew and held them up to the big dog.  Then she wiggled her rump to try to entice him.  Within moments, the dog got the idea and mounted the woman.

“What are they being trained in?” asked Kathleen.

“Fucking,” replied the manager.  “You’d be surprised at how many women want to enjoy their pets.  The dogs need to be trained in doing it with a human because it’s not a natural act for them.  More importantly, they need to only do it when commanded to.  We can’t have dogs assuming they can fuck any girl they want any time they want.”

“Are these two of your trainers?” asked Kathleen.

“No, those are the trainers over there.”  He pointed to two fully clothed women chatting between the two runs.  “All of the girls cycle through here to help with the training.”  Kathleen gasped at the thought that she would be fucked by animals if she came here.

The pony barn was the next stop.  Several girls were being fitted with tack.  Two others were already in their tack and were prancing around the corral.  It looked very exotic to Kathleen but it looked like a lot of work and very humiliating.

They saw the other parts of the club including the dungeon, the interrogation room and the medical room.  Then the manager led them back to his office where Kathleen was allowed to get dressed again.  “Here’s the contract.  Take it home and read it.  We would love to have your girl stay with us.”

“So what do you think, pet?” asked Marge as she drove them home.

“Mistress, couldn’t I just stay at home by myself?  I’m a big girl now.”

“Oh, little one, I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you alone and not being able to protect you.”

“I used to live alone, Mistress.  I did okay then.”

“Well actually, no you didn’t,” replied Marge.  “You got yourself captured into slavery when you lived alone.  I would feel horrible if something like that happened while I was gone.”

Kathleen blushed.  “Yes Mistress, I suppose I did get myself captured.”

“So now we have three choices, pet.  Which will it be?  Mandy or your parents or the ranch?”

Kathleen groaned.  None of the choices were the least bit attractive.  She didn’t want to stay with the sadistic Mandy.  She wanted desperately to reestablish “daughter” as her only role with her parents.  And she couldn’t imagine fucking dogs at the ranch or having needles stuck in her breasts like they saw happening in the medical room there.

She finally decided to be boarded with her parents.  After all, things would not get worse.  She would just have to postpone the rebuilding of her relationship with them.

Marge packed that night.  The next morning, she delivered Kathleen to her temporary owners.  She had already emailed them a temporary custody agreement and it was signed and waiting for her when she arrived.

“This gives them full rights over you until I come back, pet.  Obey them as you would obey me.”

“I will, Mistress” said Kathleen with tears forming in her eyes.  “I will miss you.”

Marge gave Kathleen a hug.  “I will miss you terribly, little one.  I’ll get back as quick as I can.’  She could not stay long because she had a flight to catch.  She left her prized possession in the hands of its new owner and then sped to the airport.

“You may hang your clothes in the closet, sweetheart,” said Betty after Marge had left.  Without replying, Kathleen stripped and hung her clothes, leaving her naked other than for her ever present clit ring.

Kathleen’s only job for much of the day was to be there.  She was to follow her mother wherever she went in the house and kneel to display herself.  Betty had never taken the time to teach the girl how to kneel properly since they usually only had her overnight and had other, more interesting things to do with her.  Today, she showed Kathleen how to properly kneel to display all of her charms and the slave got to practice all day long.

Betty was amazed at how her daughter took commands so readily and easily.  She too wanted to gain Kathleen back as a fulltime daughter.  She had hoped that the conversation on the couch from a couple of weeks earlier would lead her to conclude that she should not be anyone’s slave.  She figured that if she knew that her parents would use her as a slave if she belonged to anyone, then she would realize that she should not be owned at all.  That strategy had not worked, though.  And, judging by the way she complied with every command quickly and to perfection, Betty started to assume that Kathleen would always be a slave.  Maybe she was meant to be owned, thought Betty.

The Hickocks continued to look for a new home and Judy frequently stopped by in the afternoons.  Today was no exception.  She arrived at around three o’clock to find Kathleen kneeling in the kitchen as Betty was emptying the dishwasher.

“I see that my favorite slavegirl is back,” she commented.

“Yes,” replied Betty.  “She’s on loan for the next three weeks or so until her owner gets back.”

“Oh wonderful.  May Al and I borrow her some time?  Al still talks about how wonderful it was to take her cherry.”

“Where would you take her?  You can’t very well use her in a hotel room?”

“Probably the ranch.  We kept up our membership while we were away.  We kept meaning to come back and use it but never got around to it.”

Kathleen grimaced as she heard mention of the ranch, wondering if it was the same place that Marge had taken her the day before.  She hoped not.  There were too many unpleasant things going on there.

“We’ve always intended to check out the ranch but never got around to it.  Maybe you could take us some time.”

“We’d love to take all of you.  Speaking of all of you, where is Kim?”

“Oh, I forgot about her,” said Betty.  Then, turning to Kathleen, she said, “Pet, would you take Kim some fresh water?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen.  “Where is she?”

“In the basement.”  Kathleen arose and went to the basement.  There, she found a naked Kim crouched in a small metal cage in the corner.

“My gosh,” exclaimed Kathleen.  “What happened?  Why are you locked up?”

“I’m being punished.  Master thought I was getting lax in my duties.  So I have to spend a week as a puppy.”

“Wow!” gasped Kathleen.  “I’ll have to be sure to behave.  I was sent down here to give you some fresh water.”

“Thank you.  But I really have to pee first.  Could you let me out?”

“Sure,” said Kathleen.  She opened the latch and let Kim crawl out.

“I have to go outside.  Could you lead me?”

Kathleen blushed but did not say a word.  She attached the leash to Kim’s collar, leading her to the sliding glass door and then into the backyard.  Kim walked on all fours like a good little puppy should.  She moved into the middle of the yard and then squatted, releasing her bladder onto the grass.

Kathleen was, at first, embarrassed by the act.  Then, however, it seemed strangely erotic to see this beautiful woman behaving like a dog and accepting her current status.  She watched the yellow stream splash onto the blades of grass and saw the pink little rosebud between the smooth bottom cheeks almost winking at her.

The flow stopped and Kathleen went back inside for a moment, returning with some toilet tissue.  “Here, let me wipe you.”

“Thank you.  I’m not allowed to do it for myself.”

Kathleen dabbed the tissue to Kim and noticed that it came away with a long string of Kim’s lubrication, indicating that the other slave was very aroused by her current role.  Kathleen led Kim back into the house and sat down in a chair.

“Even puppies get to play,” she announced.  “I’ll keep you company for a bit.”  She picked up a ball and tossed it a couple of feet from Kim.  Kim immediately retrieved the ball with her teeth and returned it to Kathleen, dropping it in her lap.  Kathleen patted Kim’s head and tossed the ball a few more times for the puppy to retrieve.

“Let’s see if you’re a lap dog,” Kathleen said as she patted her lap.  Kim clambered up into the chair and settled into Kathleen’s lap.  It was one naked girl holding another one.

“How long have my parents owned you?”

“Since I was eighteen,” replied Kim.  “Three years now.”

“How did you become owned?”

“I volunteered, I guess,” she replied.  “I was a little on the wild side in my first year of college.  I got into kinky sex and needed more.  I answered an ad that they had placed on a local bdsm board.  I still remember the ad.  Couple looking for pet.  24/7.  All expenses paid. Permanent.  Two weeks later, I belonged to them and have ever since.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Kathleen.  “Does it really mean permanent?”

“That’s what the contract said, although it also said that they could release or sell me if they choose.  I’m hoping that they don’t sell me.  I like it here.  But they could if they wanted to.”

“I hope they don’t too.  I like you.  And it looks like I’ll be your slave sister for the next three weeks or so.”

“Oh great.  I love being with you.  But why for three weeks?” asked Kim.  Kathleen explained the situation and the three options she had. Kim fully agreed with the Mandy decision.  She had spent time being tortured by Mandy during times when Kathleen was claimed by her parents.  She was actually a little excited by the ranch possibility, though.  While she knew that she probably wouldn’t like everything there, she thought that the variety sounded like fun.

Kathleen still held the leash and draped it across Kim’s chest.  She tugged lightly on the leash causing Kim’s left breast to jiggle.  While Kathleen’s breasts stood out solidly from her chest, they almost looked fake because they were so firm.  Kim’s breasts, on the other hand, had a very slight sag to them that Kathleen found much more appealing.  The large beautiful breasts looked much more natural and womanly.

She wrapped the leash around the base of the right breast and tightened it slightly.  “You really are beautiful,” remarked Kathleen.  “But you don’t look at all like a puppy.”

“Woof,” said Kim which caused both girls to start giggling.  Kim tilted her head and licked Kathleen’s left breast like a dog might, which sent them into a new giggle fit.

“Kat,” they heard from the top of the stairs.  “Are you okay?”  Being called Kat by her mother in her slave role still grated on her but there was really nothing she could do about it.

“Yes, Mistress.  I’m just playing with the puppy.”

Two sets of footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.  Betty and Judy found the two naked girls cuddled in the chair.

“She’s supposed to be a puppy; not a plaything.”

“She is a puppy, Mistress.”  Kathleen raised her hand, showing that she held onto the end of the leash.  “She’s just a little lapdog.”

“Woof,” said Kim again, causing both girls to start giggling again.

Just be sure to put her away in her cage when you are finished playing with her.”  Betty and Judy went back upstairs.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kathleen.  Then she leaned down and sucked Kim’s left nipple between her lips.  “I think I could play with these all day long,” she said and then sucked it back into her mouth.

“Puppies like you to play with them,” said Kim as she arched her back, feeding her breast to Kathleen’s lips.  Kathleen tightened the leash around Kim’s right breast, constricting it at the base and causing it to bulge.  Then she sucked that nipple into her mouth and clamped her teeth onto it.

“Mmmmm,” said Kim.  “You sure know how to play with those puppies.”  Before long, both girls were on the floor, licking each other in a sixty nine position.  They climaxed and then fell asleep with their faces nestled at each other’s sex.

Chapter 12

Brett was a changed man after his week as a slave.  No longer did he see his sister as just a fuck toy, although he did still occasionally use her sexually.  He was much more tender and comforting toward the sister slave.  At the moment, he was holding her in his lap as he watched a baseball game.

Kathleen liked the new Brett much better and it made her wonder what they had done to him while he was gone.  She rested her cheek against his arm as he held her.  He held one breast in one hand and rested his other hand over her sex.  He was not toying with her sex.  His hand just laid there as if protecting it.

Joe did make liberal use of Kathleen’s body.  He made sure that he deposited his seed in each of his two slaves each day and was still able to make love with his wife on most nights.  He still had not taken Kathleen anally, but Kathleen frequently witnessed the huge pole being embedded in Kim’s bottom.  That had to hurt a lot, she thought.

Betty oversaw most of the maintenance and training of the two slaves.  Kim was released from her punishment early and the two slaves became her constant companions.  She trained them to share a cock by wearing a strap-on and having them kneel together to worship it with their tongues.  She trained them how to kneel together to look the most decorative.  Kim had been trained by Betty for three years but it still took some adjustment to do things with a partner.

Betty continued to train Kathleen’s bottom to accept Joe’s cock.  Despite all of the conditioning that she had done to date, Kathleen was still not ready.  Having her bottom stretched once a week was not having much effect.  Betty hoped that three solid weeks of conditioning might do the trick.  As a result, Kathleen wore butt plugs almost constantly.

At the next party, Betty led the two slavegirls around on their leashes.  Each was completely naked other than for their collars.  They stood slightly behind her on either side as she talked with others and they knelt on either side of her when she sat.  She was very proud of her beautiful girls and knew that she must be the envy of everyone at the party.  Joe had to satisfy himself with just tagging along and chatting with people.

Mandy was at the party and she was none too pleased that Kathleen was being boarded with her parents.  She argued that, since she was Marge’s beneficiary in her will, she should logically be the custodian of her sister’s property when Marge was unable to care for it.  Betty attempted to appease her by offering to let her visit and play with either of the girls but she was not about to give the girls to Mandy.

“I’ll get her someday,” insisted Mandy.

“Be careful,” warned Betty calmly, “or one day you will find yourself at the other end of my leash.”  Mandy just stormed off angrily.

In a very short time, Kim and Kathleen became inseparable.  They also became lovers.  Betty indulged them in their passion for one another and allowed them to sleep together whenever one of them was not required to entertain Joe and her in their own bed.  She also arranged for quiet time during the day.  It was during these times that they would make love with one another and then nap, curled up in each other’s arms.

Judy finally convinced Betty to join her for a day at the club.  She said that she had a fun day planned and that Betty could either bring her girls or use the kennel girls.  She explained that the club maintained a collection of slavegirls on the property that could be checked out and used by the members.  The girls were not actually kept in kennels but were referred to as kennel girls.

Betty decided that the girls would benefit from a day of fun.  Besides, they needed the exercise.  So she bundled them into the car and drove them to where Judy was staying.  The four of them then traveled together to the ranch.  Sure enough, it was the same one that Marge had taken Kathleen to earlier.

As Kathleen expected, she and Kim lost their clothing right away.  Judy had made arrangements ahead of time so everything was ready for them.  Kim was led off in one direction by a groom while Kathleen was led in another.  Betty and Judy were led to the stables to get horses.

“I thought we’d do a little fox hunting today,” said Judy.

“They have foxes here?” asked Betty.

“Maybe I should have said foxy girl hunting,” replied Judy.  “We’re going to hunt Kat first.”

Meanwhile, Kathleen was being prepared for the hunt.  She was given some moccasins and safety goggles.  Then a handler brought the dogs.  Each hound was brought forward to get her scent.  Then she was told to run as far as she could and to hide as best she could.  Her goal was to not get caught.  She started running.

The moccasins protected her feet well and she was thankful for them.  She wished she had a bra, though.  Despite the firmness of her breasts, their size made it inevitable that they would bounce.  She had to run with one arm draped across her chest to manage the motion.

She was given a ten minute head start and then the handlers turned the dogs loose.  They sniffed the ground for a bit and detected the scent.  Then they took off in the direction that Kathleen had run, yelping and barking as they followed her scent.  Judy and Betty followed behind on horseback.

As Kathleen was scrambling through the thickets and jumping over creeks, Kim was also being bothered by dogs.  In her case, it was only one dog, however.  She was strapped to one of the benches that Kathleen had seen on her earlier visit and a Labrador Retriever was pounding its cock into her.  While she was revolted by the idea of a dog fucking her, three years of slavery had taught her that her body did not belong to her.  She did not resist even after they told her what she was going to be doing.  The dog’s cock was longer and thicker than she expected and she was even able to enjoy the fucking.

Kathleen turned out to be no match for the finely tuned noses of the dogs.  Within ten minutes, they had found her and circled her, keeping her captive and barking to alert the two riders.  Betty and Judy rode into the clearing to see the dogs nipping at Kathleen’s bottom each time she tried to escape.

“May I bag this one?” asked Judy.

“Be my guest,” responded Betty.  Judy pulled her rifle out and then called the dogs.

“Run girl,” shouted Judy.  Obediently, Kathleen started running again, this time letting her breasts fly on their own as she tried for as much speed as she cold.  Judy let her get about twenty yards before she raised her gun.  She aimed and then pulled the trigger, seeing a green dot explode in the small of Kathleen’s back.  Kathleen stopped running, knowing that the paintball had just signaled the end of the game.

“Great shot,” complimented Betty.  “I like this foxy girl hunting.”

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” smiled Judy.  “Now let’s give the dogs their reward.  Kat, would you preferred to be tied for this or free?”

“For what, Mistress?” asked Kathleen.

“We’re giving you to the dogs for a bit.”

“You’re what?!?!?!??!?” gasped Kathleen.

“They worked hard.  They deserve a reward.  We are giving them a bitch for a little while.  Some girls have to be tied for that.  Which would you prefer?”

“Mistress,” she whimpered and pled.  “Please, no.”

“Be a good girl, pet,” Betty responded to the pleas.  “On your hands and knees or we’ll tie you and they can fuck you.  Either way, you get fucked.”

Kathleen whimpered again but knew that further begging would be futile.  She resigned herself to her fate and dropped to her hands and knees.  She couldn’t believe that her own mother would let dogs use her in such a demeaning way.  One by one, each dog mounted her and fucked her until he emptied his load into her.

Judy was having similar thoughts.  She couldn’t’ believe that Betty would let her daughter get fucked by a dog, let alone all four of them.  But there she was with a dog cock firmly embedded in her sex as the dog claimed her.  It was so deliciously wicked that she scooted forward in her saddle and rubbed her sex against the pommel.  She guessed that Betty had been serious about trying to scare Kathleen out of being owned.  Regardless of the reason for Betty’s behavior, it was just erotically overwhelming for Judy.

After the dogs were finished with Kathleen, her wrists were bound together and she was led back to the barn by the two huntresses.  Kim was finishing he fourth dog as they arrived.

“Time for a new fox,” Judy told one of the grooms.  He hurriedly prepared Kim the same way Kathleen had been readied for the hunt.  As soon as the dogs had sniffed her, he swatted Kim’s bottom and sent her running.  She too had to cradle her breasts with her arm since hers were even larger than Kathleen’s.

Kathleen could not be allowed to get bored so she was strapped to the same bench that had recently held her slave sister and lover.  Then, four dogs were bought in, one at a time, to enjoy her body.

Kim ran and ran.  When she was out of sight, she found a stream and decided to try to evade her pursuers as long as she could.  She reached between her thighs, plunging three fingers into her sex to scoop as much of her juices and the dog semen out as she could.  Then she walked along the bank of the stream, dribbling it onto the path and smearing it on rocks and tree trunks.  Then she retraced her steps.  She jumped into the stream and immersed her body, vigorously rubbing her flesh to try to remove as much scent as possible.  The last thing she did was sit up in the stream, facing the flow of water.  She spread her thighs and tried to douche herself as best she could with the current.  She just hoped that no wigglies ended up inside of her.  When she was satisfied, she walked in the stream in the opposite direction from the false trail that she had left.  She stayed in the stream for several hundred yards before finally dashing off into the woods.

As hoped, the dogs were tricked and then lost her trail.  The two huntresses led the dogs back and forth along the stream but none of them could detect Kim’s scent.  Eventually, they split up to cover more ground with each huntress taking two dogs with her.

Kim evaded capture for over two hours but eventually a yellow splash of paint on the outside of her left breast signaled the end.  Betty had spotted her hiding among some boulders.  She dismounted and snuck up on her, firing her paint gun before Kim even knew she had been detected.  Betty blew her whistle and soon two mounted huntresses watched four dogs take turns enjoying their latest catch.

“Boy that was sure humiliating,” muttered Kathleen that night as she and Kim were bathing together.

“Oooooo but so much fun!” squealed Kim.  “I think I love dogs”

“It was good sex, now that you mention it,” agreed Kathleen.  Both girls giggled and played with one another’s bodies, the bath having been forgotten.

Chapter 13

Marge called every day that she was away.  Betty noticed how Kathleen got excited each time the phone rang and how her daughter acted much the same way as she had when she was a teenager and a favorite boyfriend might be calling.

Each day, Kathleen would tell her mistress how much she missed her and about all of the things that had happened since the last call.  Marge had chuckled at the story about the fox hunt.  “I knew that if I wasn’t there to take care of you, you’d end up going to the dogs.”

“And tomorrow, Master is going to finally claim my bottom,” she told Marge.  “Mistress thinks I’m ready.”

“How do you feel about that, pet?” asked Marge.

“Excited, Mistress,” replied Kathleen.  “And more than a little afraid.  He’s so huge.  But Mistress says I can handle it.  I’m wet just thinking about it.”

Marge laughed.  “You are always wet, love.  You are the most sexual person alive.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  But I mean I’m really wet.”

“Good girl.  Well, I just called to let you know I’m coming home tomorrow night.  Mom’s much better and I feel comfortable leaving her alone.”  It had been four weeks since she left and Marge was looking forward to reuniting with her slavegirl.

“Ooooo!!!  I can’t wait, Mistress.”

“Good luck with your father tomorrow, pet.  Have fun with it.  I’ll collect you tomorrow evening.”

Kathleen literally attacked Kim that night since it would be their last night together for awhile.  Lips and tongue and teeth devoured the fleshy breasts.  Kisses were passionate and lingering.  And each ate the other to multiple orgasms.

The next afternoon, the family was gathered in the family room.  Kathleen was kneeling on all fours waiting to finally feel her father’s cock entombed within her bowels.  Kim was kneeling behind Kathleen and, with her tongue, was lubricating her lover’s ass and stretching it as best she could.  Kathleen was loving the delicious sensations that Kim was sending through her body.

Betty and Brett were sitting on the couch together.  Betty was idly stroking Brett’s cock, something that he never would have allowed before his week away.

They were waiting for the big moment.  Joe was sitting in a chair wearing only a robe, watching the girl prepare the other girl and waiting to take his daughter’s ass.

Finally, Kim sat back on her heels as a sign that she thought Kathleen was ready.  Joe stood and dropped his robe, revealing his huge erection for all to see.  Betty leaned over and planted a kiss on the tip of Brett’s cock, tasting his precum.

Joe stepped forward and knelt behind his daughter.  He reached out and stroked the soft smooth bottom cheeks before pressing a finger to the little rosebud, feeling it slide in easily.  Kim had a tube of lubricant ready and she squeezed some of it into her palm before reaching out to liberally rub it over Joe’s hard cock.

Joe inched forward, grasping Kathleen by the hips and readying to impale her.  Kathleen trembled in fear and anticipation.  Just then, the phone rang and Kim arose to get it.  She answered and responded with one word answers.  “Yes.”  “No.”  “Omigod!”  “Alright.”  She held up a finger telling everyone to hold on for a second.  “Yes.  I’ll let them know.”  She hung up the phone and then returned to the assembled group.

“That was Mandy.  Marge’s plane crashed.  There were no survivors.  I’m so sorry Kathleen.”

“Nooooo!!!” wailed Kathleen.  She collapsed to the floor and banged her fists.  “Nooooo!!!”

The violation of Kathleen’s ass never occurred.  She was treated like a daughter and was no longer treated as a slave.  Nobody was allowed to touch her except Kim who spent all of her waking moments with Kathleen.  There was no sex.  Most of the time, Kim simply held Kathleen.  The rest of the time she was nearby in case she was needed.  Kim spent all of her sleeping moments with Kathleen as well as she held the grieving girl throughout the night.

Mandy arrived a week after the crash, although Kathleen never saw her.  She talked to Betty downstairs while Kathleen and Kim were upstairs.  She showed Betty her sister’s will.  Betty read it and saw that Marge had willed her share of the house to Kathleen.  She had left half of her savings to Kathleen and the other half was to go to Mandy.  She left all of the rest of her “worldly belongings” to Mandy.

“I have come to collect Kathleen,” Mandy said.

“What do you mean?” asked Betty.

“I get all of her worldly belongings.  Kathleen is one of them.”  Mandy produced another document.  It was the slave contract that Kathleen had signed a year earlier.  In it, Kathleen had agreed that Marge owned her mind, body and soul.

“You can’t be serious,” remarked Betty.

“I’m completely serious,” replied Mandy.  “She was Marge’s property before.  You can see that in the contract.  She’s my property now.”

“Try winning that case in court!” spat Betty.  She threw Mandy out and slammed the door.

“I’ll get her one way or another,” shouted Mandy from the front porch.

It was several weeks before Kathleen was over the worst of her grief.  She had moped around during that time wearing only a nightshirt and robe.  Finally one morning, she got up, showered, dried and combed her hair, and put on a little makeup.  She had not combed her hair since the news, although Kim had combed it frequently.  She had not worn makeup during that time either.  She came downstairs, naked but for the collar.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she said to Betty who was putting away the breakfast dishes.  “I have been delinquent in my duties.”

“There’s my beautiful girl,” smiled Betty as she hugged the naked form.  “We need to talk, sweetheart.”

Betty led Kathleen into the family room.  Kim and Kathleen knelt in front of her facing her chair and Betty held a breast from each girl in her hands.

“Your father and I don’t think you should be our slave any longer.  We never thought you should be our slave.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Kathleen.

“In fact, we don’t think you should be anyone’s slave.  We tried to get you to come to that conclusion on your own.  At first, we thought that having us use you would make you give up slavery.  Then we thought that sharing you with your brother would shame you out of it.  That day with the dogs was another attempt.  And we thought that the threat of your father taking you anally would scare you away.  But none of that worked.”

“You are a very beautiful slavegirl.  But you come from a long line of slave owners.  It’s in your genes.  You would be an even more beautiful mistress.”

“A mistress?  Me?”

“I know it’s a big change.  But I know you can do it.  I have seen you with Kim and you have handled her beautifully.  In fact, your father and I are giving Kim to you as your first slave.”

Kathleen and Kim looked at each other with raised eyebrows.  Then, Kim broke into a huge smile and Kathleen knew at once that Kim was fine with the new arrangement.  Kathleen turned back to her mother.

“May I still be your slave every once in awhile?”

Betty smiled and squeezed her daughter’s breast.  “Yes, sweetheart.  You can be our slave occasionally.”

Kathleen moved back into the house that she had shared with Marge.  She brought her new slavegirl, Kim, with her.  One of the first orders of business was increasing the security to protect against Mandy.  The locks were changed and a new security system was installed.

The second order of business was to shop for a dog.  They hoped that the dog would provide some level of security.  But what they were really looking for was male companionship.  Their day in the fox hunt had shown them that dogs can be very adequate substitutes when men are not around.  They went to the ranch and bought a chocolate lab that had already been trained.  They named him KK, using the first initials of each of their names.  When they got him home, each of them tested out the vigor of the new pet and both were very pleased with the new addition to the family.

The break-in occurred within a week of moving in.  The alarm went off and KK immediately ran to the door barking.  The security system indicated that there were four people in the raiding party but that they were all still outside and in the front yard.

Kim and Kathleen grabbed their guns and headed to the cellar.  Both girls were naked, not wanting to waste time getting dressed.  In designing the security system, Kathleen had purposely left one entryway unlocked.  As long as the motion detectors around the property worked, Kat and Kim would have plenty of warning and would have time to set up an ambush in the basement as intruders came in through the cellar door.

They had already picked out their firing positions before.  Kim was to be behind a stack of boxes.  Kathleen was to be inside a cupboard.  Both of these positions let them see the entire room.

They were armed with air guns.  And each air gun was loaded with tranquilizer darts.  They could not find darts that were legally sold for taking down humans.  So Kat had to buy darts that could be used for animals and hope for the best.  She hoped that the intruders weighed about the same as wild boars.

The plan was working so far.  One by one, the stalkers came down into the cellar.  Kathleen could hear them whispering but cold not make out the conversation.  When she saw that all four were in the basement, she pushed open the cabinet door and began firing.  She took down three of the intruders and Kim hit the fourth.  Within moments, each collapsed to the floor.

“We have to hurry,” warned Kathleen.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Kim.

The naked huntresses emerged from their hiding places.  Kim switched on the lights while Kathleen went to the inert bodies.  She pulled off the hoods.  As expected, one was Mandy.  Kathleen was surprised that Allison was another one of the would-be kidnappers.  She did not recognize the other two but assumed that they were also sorority sisters of Mandy.

Each of the girls was stripped and then bound at the wrists and ankles in case they woke up too soon.  Then, one by one, Allison and the two unknown attackers wee untied, only to be rebound.  Their wrists were retied, this time in front of them and they were hoisted into the air until their feet barely touched the floor.  Their legs were then spread and tied off with rope, leaving each of the three forming an upside-down “Y”.  They were arranged in a wide circle facing inward.

Kim dragged a bench into the center of the ring and then helped Kathleen with the fourth.  Mandy was draped over the bench and then bound securely to it, leaving her stretched and vulnerable.  Then, Kat and Kim waited for them to recover.

“I’m so sorry.”  Allison was the first one to regain consciousness.  “I didn’t want to do it.  I knew it was wrong.”

“Hush, little one,” said Kathleen.  She walked over to Allison and placed a palm over each of her captive’s breasts, squeezing lightly.  “Yes, it was very wrong.  But everything will be right soon.”

The other two upright girls came to next and pleaded for mercy.  Kim hushed them and moved from one to the other, using her fingers to tease the girls’ pussies.  Very quickly, both of them were wet and moaning under the tutelage of Kim’s talented fingers.

Mandy was the last to revive.  She looked around and quickly saw that all was lost.  She immediately started trying to negotiate.

“Okay, I will release you from your contact.  Just let us go.”

“I have no contract with you,” replied Kathleen calmly.  “You have nothing to release me from.  You have no rights.  You were caught trespassing and you will be punished.  You should feel lucky though.  Attempted kidnapping is a federal offense.  We could turn you over to the authorities.”

Mandy kept negotiating.  She also struggled with her bonds trying to release herself but they did not give an inch.  She tried money.  She even offered one of her friends to be Kathleen’s slave.

At this, Kathleen circled the room, caressing each of the upright girls and toying with their pussies.  “Your friends are all beautiful.  Each of them would be perfect slaves.”  This caused a collective gasp from Allison and the other two.

Kathleen pulled the naked Kim to her and kissed her, reaching around and grasping the tight, smooth bottom cheeks.  “But I already have a slave.  Maybe I should just sell the four of you.”  This caused all four girls to gasp in unison.

“Bitch!” spat Mandy.  Kim immediately raised her hand and bought it down with a loud crack on Mandy’s exposed ass.

“My mistress is not a bitch,” said Kim.  “She’s a mighty huntress.”

“I may be bitchy,” said Kathleen.  “But you are going to be the bitch.”

Kim led KK into the room, eliciting gasps from the three upright girls.  Mandy craned her head as much as she could but could not tell what was behind her.  Kim led KK forward as Kathleen stood in front of Mandy’s head.  She reached down and gripped Mandy’s hair, painfully lifting her head and staring icily into her eyes.  “This is just a taste of what will happen to you if I ever see you near us again.”

With that, Kim released KK.  The dog immediately sniffed at and then started licking Mandy’s exposed sex.  With her legs spread so wide, it was easy for the dog to lap at the juicy petals.  The three bound girls looked on in horror.  They knew that Mandy was a devout lesbian and that she would rather die than have a cock enter her.  Having the cock attached to a dog just made it that much worse.

Mandy started screaming as soon as she realized that she was going to be fucked by a dog.  She continued to scream as the dog licked her and the screaming went on as KK mounted her and sank his cock into her tight, wet channel.  Kathleen considered gagging her adversary but she decided that letting the other three listen to the high-pitched pleading and screaming would make the scene seem all that much more horrible.

When KK was finished, Mandy continued to scream until she faded off into sobs and whimpers.  The dog pulled out of her and then circled to her head, licking her face.

Kathleen told the other three girls that they were going to be released now.  They would be given their car keys but nothing else.  They would be released naked.

“We’ll give you a five minute head start.  Then we’re going hunting.”  She brandished her gun to make her point.  “Don’t ever come back here and don’t ever send anyone back here.  We have videos of you breaking and entering that we will send to the police in a heartbeat.’

The first girl was cut down and given the car keys.  She scrambled into the darkness as Kim called out to remind her that she had five minutes.  Then the second one was cut down and released.  Allison was the last and, again, she apologized before disappearing into the darkness.

The first two, worried about the five minute limit, left without Allison, abandoning their friend as they sped naked down the road.  When Allison reached the spot where the car was supposed to be, she cursed her friends.  She considered returning to the house but quickly rejected that idea, fearing that she would be the next girl mated with the dog.  She started walking home, trying to move from tree to tree to remain concealed.  Eventually, a police cruiser stopped alongside the road and flashed its spotlight on Allison’s naked form.

“Come on out.  It will be easier on you,” said the cop.  Then he turned to his partner.  “What is it with naked girls tonight, Liam?”

“God must be smiling on us tonight, Paddy.”  The two cops had earlier pulled over a speeder and found two naked girls inside.  Now, they had a third to throw into the jail cell with the first two.

“We have other plans for you,” Kathleen had told Mandy after the other three had fled.  Mandy was kept bound and naked for the next three days. KK made sure she was entertained and fucked her at least four times a day.  On the evening of the third day, Kathleen gave Mandy her clothes back, along with the belongings of the other three girls.  She was allowed to call a cab.

“Don’t ever come back or bother us again, Mandy.  You didn’t like being a bitch to our dog.  Well, we’re getting a horse soon.  If you come back, you’ll be his mare.”  Mandy turned white with fear and said she would wait out at the road for her cab.  Kathleen and Kim never saw or heard from her again.

“Oooooo, we’re getting a horse?” squealed Kim after Mandy had left.  “I’ve never tried that!”

“I was just making that up to scare her,” replied Kathleen with a chuckle.  Then she smiled and lifted each of Kim’s full breasts in her hands, kissing them softly.  “But if my beautiful girl wants to ride a stallion, I’m sure it can be arranged.”

Kim giggled.  “Actually, Mistress, I was thinking about the stallion riding me.”

The next morning, there were two naked girls working in the garden, trying to prepare it for winter as the summer grew to a close.  Kathleen watched her beautiful pet work the soil and reflected on how naked gardening had started this whole adventure.

“There should be a lot more naked gardeners in this world,” she thought.

The End