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SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING
Chapter Nine – Burdens and Beasts
Jan shook her head, trying to clear the sweat that dripped into her eyes. She stood with her neck bent over in the heavy wooden yoke as she leaned into it with her shoulders. Next to her she could feel Julie, the one she most closely matched up with, straining at the yoke in equal measure. They were pulling a tree trunk across a broad meadow from the forested high ground where they had been sent that morning. The yoke was heavy with leather pads over the shoulders and a stout steel ring hanging below the throat of each “shitbeast” as they were called. A coarse rope was tied to the ring, running down between the tits and through the crotch. A special addition assured that the rope would rub and chafe the slit as much as possible. That was done by a twisted twine that attached to the top of the yoke, running down the backbone, and secured to the pull rope to snug it up tight against the cunt and ass.
The end of each beast’s rope was tied to a chain wrapped around the log they were dragging back to the barnyard. Jan couldn’t really see where they were going since a blinder bonnet was fitted around her head and down the cheekbones to cut off all but front vision. And vision was restricted even more by a leather strap from the center of the bonnet to the yoke rope that pulled the head down and hunched the shoulders for more pulling power. Jan’s hands were rendered useless by her wrists being strapped into leather cuffs at the bottom of the yoke, but she found herself pushing at the yoke with her arms to help them along. A convict cunt walked behind them using a long willow switch on their raw asses to keep them moving as they dragged the heavy log with branches still attached.
Three days had passed since Jan and the others had been brought to the barnyard. She had endured the day in the pigsty, trying to avoid the hogs and their rooting and squealing even as she and the others struggled to scrape and load the pig shit that they were assigned to remove. They had been ordered to clean the shit from the large pigsty and load it into two-wheeled carts for transport to the fields as fertilizer. Of course their cleaning implements consisted of tin cans to scoop with and a crude bib of burlap tied around the neck and hung between the tits. They were expected to kneel in the shit while holding the burlap open and scraping up the foul hog shit one soup can at a time. When one of the convict cunts supervising the pigsty felt that a shitslave’s bib was sufficiently full, she was allowed to carry it to the cart and dump it. Of course, when compared with a lowly shitslave, hog shit is a precious substance. So each one was expected to carry her bundle of shit with wrists on top of her head so that the nose and lips would have full contact with the mass of shit that she carried.
Once the first cart was filled, sister caca was brought out wearing a leather collar and harness and hitched to the cart. The coarse multi-colored hair that coated her body was already matted with sweat as they harnessed her up and a skinny convict cunt used a crop on her ass and thighs as she strained to pull the cart away and up the path to the fields beyond.
The next day Jan and some of the others had been moved to the cow corrals, though Laurie and Annie, the two fattest ones, had been sent to the dairy barn where they were used as milk-cow toilets, as their tormentors, the convict cunts liked to call them. They were given five gallon buckets and told the catch shit from cows in the milking barn. When a cow raised her tail one of them was expected to approach behind the cow, being careful not to get kicked, and kneel with tits hanging over the bucket rim to catch the runny almost liquid shit that dairy cattle seemed to be excreting often while in the barn. Jan and the others had been marched through the barn on their way to the corrals where they had spent yet another day in scraping and loading shit, then hauling it to a large wagon that was pulled by a tractor. But the methods devised for them to transfer all that shit was yet another humiliation that even the most obedient slut had been likely to think of. They were paired off, Jan with Julie since they were a physical match, and shown a metal tub about two feet in diameter with ropes attached to it. They were expected to kneel in the mud and shit of the corral and scoop cowshit into the tub with their hands. When it was full, they had to remain on all fours by the tub and make mooing noises to attract the supervisor. A convict cunt would inspect the tub to be sure it was full enough and if it was then one of the pair would be told to remain in position while the other lifted the tub onto the back of her partner. The ropes would be secured across the belly and tits of the one on all fours, then her partner would lift her ankles and pull her legs out straight to make a “wheelbarrow” of her.
Jan had been chosen to be the “wheelbarrow” first, trying to keep up as she walked on her hands with legs held high and straight by Julie who was trying to move fast enough to avoid the sting of canes and whips as she guided her wheelbarrow across he corral. Jan’s hand had slipped once, sending her sliding down onto a slippery pile of fresh shit. She had turned her head in time to keep her face out of it, but ended up smearing her chest all over with it. Julie had yanked hard one her legs to avoid spilling the tub strapped to her back, but not before one of the convict cunts had come at both of them with a horsewhip, raining at least a six or seven slashing blows on Jan’s hips and thighs. When they reached the large wagon, the ropes were released and the two were told to empty it, not by dumping it over the side but by scooping all the shit out by hand once more.
“Make a trip over here without falling or getting extra strokes and we’ll let you dump it in there,” one of the convict cunts laughed at them as they pulled double handfuls of cowshit from the tub and tossed it into the wagon. “Maybe if you’re too slow you’ll get to walk behind the spreader up in the meadow.” Jan looked at the rear of the wagon where two large shafts with fan-like blades on them would turn and spread the manure over a field. She thought about being forced to walk behind that machine as it spewed tons of shit and shuddered a bit, even after everything else she’d been made to do in the past days.
The second day among the cows had been less nasty with the shitgrades being taken to the pastures where they had to gather shit from grazing animals and collect it in burlap bags tied around their waists and dragging between the legs as they walked. They were also made to “walk” with the head below the level of the ass at all times to add to the humiliation if not the discomfort. As they were marched back to the barnyard at sunset wearing the hated pillory collars and still dragging the bags of shit they had collected, they saw the tractor pulling the manure spreader wagon across an adjoining pasture with a solitary figure stumbling behind it. Her arms were spread wide, tied to a pole that was chained to the back of the spreader. Her head was in a leather harness held back and high with a strap that went down and attached to the ring in a large butt plug so that the flying chunks of cow shit caught her full in the face and tits as she struggled to keep up. The sweat streaks on her hairy skin showed her to be poor sister caca on her third day as a hairy beast.
Now at the mid point of her fourth day as a shitgrade slut, Jan recalled the night before when sister caca had been brought back from following the shit spreader and left with them in the stalls of the barn. She had been ordered to crawl to each of the shitgrades in the stall and beg to worship each and every ass. Jan remembered relishing the feel of caca’s tongue across her sore asshole, shoving back against it as it darted in and out of her, knowing how hard she had been as Sister Cane, but also knowing that soon she would be returning to the Sisterhood while Jan would be doing who knew what.
The previous night they had been put into pillory collars and left in an open corral, especially since it looked like rain was in the forecast. As usual, they had all been butt-plugged so that they could only shit on command, but they were instructed to use the far corner to pee at any time they wished, so long as they used the piss slut that had been chained there.
“Be sure it says ‘thank you mistress’ after you piss on it,” the leader had instructed them. The far corner was in a low-lying area so that any runoff would collect there. Through the darkness Jan could just make out the hairy form of caca, shivering where she had been collared and chained on her back with knees pulled up and tied to the wrist cuffs of the pillory collar. It had been truly gratifying for each of the eight shitgrades to make their way through the muck to the corner, then to squat and listen to the splash of urine streams over the face and tits of sister caca, then as they stepped away to hear her quietly say “Thank you mistress, for your gift of piss.” Jan thought about that moment again as she shoved her butt back against caca’s tongue rasping at her asshole.
Shortly after caca had serviced every ass, and as they were expecting the lights to be turned out, they heard the squeaky wheels of a cart outside the stall and saw the two women with hairs stuck all over their faces, arms and smocks. A convict cunt came into the stall and grabbed Jan and Julie, standing them up and herding them to the door of the stall. They followed the cart into a center area of he barn where mosquitoes and other flying bugs gathered around and under a bare bulb. Jan saw that Marianne and Bonnie big Butt had also been brought out of the stall and knew that all four of them soon would be getting the hairy beast treatment.
Jan couldn’t decide which was worse – the constant itch and scratch or the stink of the horse piss based glue used to adhere the hairs all over her body. The pair who prepped the hairy beasts had taken full advantage of these sluts who hadn’t shaved for weeks, using the hair already growing as a base for obscene locks attached to twats and dangling from butt cracks. Jan’s belly featured a series of V-shaped lines of hair in varying shades of brown that spread up and around her tits, disappearing under her arms in a tangled mass of locks that had been glued to the dark hair growing from her unshaven pits. Her ass cheeks felt nearly bare, the better to feel the rod and the whip, she’d been told and the biggest comfort she had from the itchy treatment was the extra cushion provided by the locks glued to her labia as they rubbed against the rough fibers of the rope through her crotch. The backs of her thighs and calves itched the worst she thought, especially the thighs. And just about the time she had gotten used to the feel of the rope against her slit and clit, the convict cunt driving them would stop them, peel their pussy lips wide open and wedge the rope right up between them, securing it with another twist of the twine that would pull the rope nice and tight across the raw opening of a welted ass.
Jan was brought back to the moment as the switch fell across her shoulders, goading them to keep moving as they dragged the felled tree back to the barnyard. She had managed to sneak a sideways look at Julie, her partner in the yoke, as she struggled with Jan to keep the pace. Earlier in the day she had caught a glimpse of Marianne and Bonnie, two larger women, who were pulling a plow through a field alongside the path to the forest. Those two were each fastened with a “tit collar,” a heavy two-piece wooden plank with holes for the tits and wrists locked within it and a depression at the top for the neck, held with a thick leather collar buckled at the back. Each collar had rings and chains from the ends that hooked to the plow. The collars kept the arms pulled back and the tits sticking out. Each had also been nipple-pierced with copper bells attached so they jingled with every move as the leaned into the collars and stumbled over the rough soil, pulling the plow along.
Jan’s nipples twinged as she leaned into the collar for the last push as the main barnyard came into view. How long until they decide to pierce my tits or clit she wondered, as the willow switch cut across her thighs and she stepped up her pace, feeling Julie pull alongside her.
To be continued…
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