Kari in Training

Kari in Training 6

Kari at Home 3 3a

Note: Standard disclaimer. 

This is a work of fiction, made up entirely in my own mind

any similarities to anyone in the story and any person living or dead is coincidence

{and my good luck}

Writing can be very frustrating. I am an expert. Do not try this at home.

Our population had become over 65% female, so to reduce competition for the available men, wealthy and women in good legal standing successfully lobbied to have all slavegirls and ponygirls ordered into permanent servitude.  They were no longer citizens or even humans, but pets and livestock. The I.S.R. (International Slavegirl Registry) computers ran day and night removing all records of any girl with an ISR number.  No Social Security, nor Drivers License numbers were saved.  High School records, were deleted too. 

Soon many states began to offer all female violators of any sort, slavegirl or ponygirl training.

Texas, followed closely by the rest of the nation, even ordered all female juveniles in state care turned over to slavegirl status, on midnight of her 16th birthday. A source of revenue for the state and removed more potential female competition from society.

    

   Master Carl developed his own ponygirl training facility.  New stables were built and trainers were hired.  His ponygirls were large strong girls trained to pull in teams.  Master Carl had to travel a week each month, so Kari was often used to entertain business associates who may stay at the mansion while waiting to meet him, or to reward his company executives.

Robin Gaines

     “ Kari please help me,” cried the new slavegirl.  “I can't stand this thing in my butt.”  Kari opened her eyes to look at the young girl kneeling beside her cot.  Miss Jane had a doorway put between their cells and after 3 days, tonight was the first time she came through the new opening. 

     Mistress Lainie had taken a few weeks away, after her 3 back - to - back training sessions.  She wanted to go to Mistress Elena's school near Savannah for a seminar on advanced slavegirl training techniques.

     Master Carl's newest slavegirl, 16 year old Robin was assigned to Kari.  He ordered Kari to show Robin how to be a slavegirl, and when Mistress Lainie returned Robin would need less formal instruction.  Miss Jane started the mushroom plug series, earlier today, to stretch Robin's tiny pink anus open.

     Mushroom plugs were a set of semi-firm anal stretchers.  Once installed and the inner collar opened, the slavegirl could not remove it.  The inner shape was like a mushroom cap.  The padded shaft passed out through the girls anus and stretched her open.  The set of 7 plugs opened her in steps until her anus could be used as her owner wished. 

     The training was more than just stretching Robin's anus, it was also to show her that she was no longer in control of anything, even her anus belonged to her owner, Robin didn’t like it.  She hated the intrusion into her body.  

     “Robby, I don't have anything to unlock it with, sweetheart,” Kari tried to console the girl.  “Only Miss Jane can undo it.” Kari whispered.  She crowded to the side of her small bed and turned to face Robin.  Earlier today Robin's anal training started, after her morning enema and shower Miss Jane installed the smallest mushroom plug. 

     “Come on an’ git in here with me,” she offered.  Robin smiled slightly and laid beside Kari.  Kari put her slender arms around Robin's thin shoulders.  Robin laid her head on Kari's left shoulder and closed her eyes, soon both slavegirls were fast asleep.                                        

Earlier

     Robin came to Master Carl through the government program  where any female ward of the state was “turned over” on her 16th birthday. 

                                                       

    Master Carl sat behind his desk and his newest acquisition, Robin, sat in a big, deep-red leather covered, armchair across from him.  She looked so small sitting there.  The beautiful, 16 year old, girl was 5ft 1in tall, a bit shorter than Kari, and exquisitely slender.  She weighed only 98 pounds.  Robin's fine, straight, soft light brown hair fell across her slender shoulders and down her sleek arms to her elbows.

     She wore a silky, tan print, mini-dress that just covered her small bottom, and left her back and the entire length of her slim legs and thighs bare.  The spaghetti straps crossed high on her back and went to opposite sides, low under her arms, the neckline was low and barely covered Robin’s A-cup sized breasts and pale pink nipples.  Robin’s tiny, pointed nipples and cone-shaped areolas pushed the thin, silky material straight out on the ends of her little breasts.  Last, her tan and brown leather wedge soled, sandals matched her dress. 

     The ordeal of the past few weeks with the new California Justice System, left her very unsure and also quite compliant.  She sat back as Master Carl explained what had happened and what would happen next.   

     “Once you've been turned over there's no going back,” he looked directly into her deep brown eyes as he told her.  “Your uncle, Randy Miller, paid the director of the youth home to delay and stall me from getting you out.  When you had your 16th birthday, you were automatically turned over.”

     “Can't I get turned back?” she asked seriously.  Master Carl frowned as he shook his head slowly.

     “Who would know?” she asked. 

     “I could just stay at home,” she offered, desperation thick in her voice.

     “You have no property and, no rights,”  Master Carl responded.  “This is your only home, now.  If you were out and anyone found you out, you could be taken anywhere and sold.”  The formerly wealthy young girl didn't understand when she couldn't do something.

     “Is it, like, really permanent?”

     “I'm afraid it is Robin,” Master Carl was spending so much time with her because she was the only child of Steve Gaines who died  in an ultra light crash just after Carl bought his advertising company.  Robin's mother died a less than a year later.  She wouldn't live without him.

     “What about my stupid uncle?” she asked next.  “Did he get all of my mother's stuff?”

     “No.  I followed up and he went to jail for fraud,” he answered.  “You're still a slavegirl, though.”

     Master Carl didn't mention he was given her property so he wouldn’t complain about the duplicity of the director of the Youthful Offender Program.  The man was censured for his actions, but not prosecuted or even dismissed. The only thing that kept him out of trouble was that he deposited, all the funds Randy Miller gave him, both of the $25,000 checks in the state account, and $10,000 cash, into the daily operating account at his location.  He didn’t try to keep any for himself.    

     “Now what?” Robin asked carefully, she already knew.

     “I own you. You are my slavegirl, period,” he said with finality.  “I don’t intend to sell you.”

     “I don’t know how to be a slavegirl,” Robin retorted.

     “You will, my slavegirl trainer can teach you everything in just a few weeks ,” he smiled and nodded with certainty.  “Soon it’ll be second nature to you.” 

     “Mistress Lainie just ran 3 courses one after another, so she's taking time off,” Master Carl said casually.  “I'm going to try something new, you're going to be with another slavegirl to get basic instruction.”

     “Go with Miss Jane,” he instructed.  “She'll get you started, and you have to do it.  You can be punished.”  He smiled and nodded to Jane who just came into the room, “I'm all done, go ahead with her collar and take Robin to see Dr. Dodge, she’s waiting over us.”  Jane opened a large manilla envelope containing Robin’s matte finished, stainless steel collar.  She turned the collar over to show Robin the urethane comfort liner of the locking device.

     She directed Robin to remain in the chair while she slipped the collar around the girl’s slender neck.  When the tabs on one end clicked into the locking slots on the opposite end, it was permanently locked.  She snapped her three foot chain leash to Robin’s new collar immediately. 

     “Come with me,” Jane smiled and looked down at Robin.  Robin took a deep breath and stood up with the large, tall black woman with the funny accent. 

     “I’m really a slavegirl now, umm?” 

     “Call me, Miss Jane,” Jane suggested.  “Yes this is where it all starts.”

    

     “Our first stop is the doctor,” Jane opened the door and led Robin into the small exam room, where Dr. Dolores Dodge waited, wearing a white lab-coat over her clothing. 

     She was about 45 ears old and her short black hair had a few streaks of gray starting.  Dr. Delores, as she always instructed the slavegirls and ponygirls to call her, was 5ft. 6in. tall, and about 130 pounds, her busy schedule gave her little time to herself.    

     Dr. Dodge had her own small practice and she had been on retainer to Master Carl’s Ranch for the last 14 months.  Several doctors had worked to here, but most didn’t want to work on ponygirls, and suggested he hire veterinarians.  Dr. Dodge had no problem with ponygirls, they were just animals to her. Slavegirls were different, she loved making the little bitches strip and lay on her table where she handled their boobies and pussies.

     “Do what the doctor orders and we’ll get you into your room right away, Robin,” Miss Jane said as she opened the door to the examination room.  Dr. Dodge smiled and suggested Robin take off her clothes.

     Robin hesitated, until Miss Jane firmly jerked her leash.  Robin quickly slipped her shoulder straps over her shoulders and the smooth silky dress dropped to the floor.  Next she hooked the waistband of her ivory colored thong panties with her thumbs, and pushed them down over her protruding hipbones and let the panties fall too.  She stepped out of her sandals and the panties.  Miss Jane picked up the dress and panties, and pushed the platform sandals out of the doctor’s way as she left the exam room.

     “I'm sure you've seen an examination table before,” the doctor said.

     Robin nodded as she climbed onto the table, she laid on the black leather tabletop and put her lower legs on the raised trays, as the doctor pulled light blue sanitary gloves on.   Dr. Dodge fastened a green nylon strap over each of Robin’s lower legs before she checked Robin's little breasts and nipples.  Her areola's were tiny, hard, pink cones, with firm pointed nipples on top, centered on Robin's small breasts.

     “Call me Dr. Delores,” suggested the smiling woman in the white lab-coat.  “I’ll give you a check-up and install a caterpillar IUD.”    

    “Are you a virgin, Robin?” the doctor asked as she began examining Robin’s pussy and gently inserted her right index finger into Robin’s vagina.

     “No, Oohh my god, Dr. Delor,,,” Robin’s hips writhed on the table as she replied.  Dr. Dodge continued to wiggle her finger in Robin’s pussy.  Robin finally arched up on the back of her head.  She dropped back onto the table and sighed softly.  The doctor continued as thought she didn’t even know she just made Robin cum.

     “Not very much though, eh?”

     “No just once,” Robin’s soft voice barely a whisper as the doctor spread the slavegirls inner lips to insert a clear plastic speculum for a better look inside.  Robin moaned softly as the small speculum slipped into her vagina.

     The IUD was already in the inserter tool, the entire, foot-long  unit was sealed in a tough, clear plastic bag for sanitation.  Dr. Dodge took the lubricated tool out and showed it to Robin.  The bright stainless tool was slender, except for a small rounded bulge an half an inch from the tapered end.

     “It’s not real big, so it shouldn’t be too bad for you,” Dr. Dodge said before she began to push it in to Robin’s small, tight, vagina.

     “This may be a bit more uncomfortable than I thought,” Dr. Dodge said as she slowly pushed the tapered end of the tool into Robin’s cervix.

     “Ohhh,” Robin moaned softly.  Soon she cried out as the wider part of the cold, smooth, inserter began to spread her cervix and slip unrelentingly into her uterus.

     “Just another ½ inch Robin, and I’ll be all the way in,” the doctor cautioned.  “We’ll be out in less than a minute.”  Just that quickly it was over.

     “Rest there a few minutes while I clean up my equipment,” the doctor gently patted Robin’s moist forehead, with a small white towel.  “I’ll wait to call Jane.”  Robin mouthed thank you and closed her eyes as several tears trickled from the corners.

 

     “She was quite embarrassed, then aroused from my check-up, then she had an orgasm,” Dr. Dodge told Jane softly as she released Robin to her.  With a very red face, Robin found her sandals, but she wanted her little dress back too.

     “Slavegirls don’t wear clothes,” Jane shook her head as she spoke.  “You slave bitches are naked all the time.”  With more tears starting, Robin sniffed, took a deep breath, and just nodded.

     Jane led Robin down the beige carpeted hallway to the last room on the right.  A small sign over the door said “Studio”, the unmistakable smell of tattoo ink and disinfectant was noticeable even outside the door. 

     Inside, the small room was scrupulously clean.  2 large white porcelain and dark blue leather chairs were mounted to the floor, and across the rear was a matching table.  A heavily tattooed man lounged in the second chair, obviously waiting for Miss Jane and the new slavegirl. 

     “Ohh,” Robin didn’t notice him until he moved to stand up, she crossed her arms over her chest to try to cover her tiny breasts. 

     “That doesn’t help much,” Miss Jane chuckled as she slapped Robin’s forearms gently.  Robin dropped her arms, but then raised them again halfway.

     “Robin,” Jane said without looking.  “Don’t bother.” 

     “The new one, ehh?”  Larry smiled.  “C’mon here girl,” he turned to Robin.  “Lets get done so I can go home.”  He swept his right arm toward the chair he had just vacated.  He already had the stencils for her I.S.R. Number and Master Carl's logo.

     Her tiny, hard, areola's were too small to tattoo, so Larry had to put  “160606”  on Robin's small right breast just above her areola.

     After the stencils were placed correctly, Miss Jane directed Robin to the chair Larry had just left.  Straps to hold Robin’s arms legs and torso in place were already on the chair, so Miss Jane just pulled them around the slavegirl and stepped back so Larry could complete the tattoos.

     “What do these numbers mean,” Robin asked as she tried to shift a little.

     “The 1 is this area here in southern California, Arizona, part of New Mexico and the southern tip Nevada,” Larry answered cordially.  “The 60 is Mr. Reynolds’ owner number, and 606 is you.”

     He finished the number, but Robin started to struggle and cry before he could do any more.  Miss Jane stopped him and said they would have to do the rest later.  She took Robin to the slavegirl quarters and put her in cell 3.

     “This is your only chance,” Miss Jane cautioned her.  “If you get out of hand again, I’ll beat your lil’ ass with a whip,” Miss Jane said as she closed the door to Robin’s cell.  “An’ you won’t forget it,” Robin jumped when the steel door slammed with a heavy crash.        “Ever!”

     The only slavegirls left were Kari and the twins, Natale and Renee.  Kimi was traded to Mistress Elena for Alia's training.  Since Kimi was Alia's slave before she became a slave herself, Master Carl did not want any problems so Kimi was gone before Alia came back.  Then a slave owner from Miami saw Alia and just had to have her.  He paid $350,000, almost 3 times her market value.  Lastly Emma was sold at an auction in New Orleans.

     Master Carl would always have Kari, he intended to keep the twins too.  At 18 years old, and now much thinner and sleeker, Renee and Natale were exquisitely beautiful.  Their firm breasts jutted straight from their chests.  Miss Jane made sure they stayed slim and sleek.  In the 8 months since he got them they both became totally consumed with pleasure.  When they weren't working on Master Carl or whom ever he allowed to use them, they fondled each other.

     Robin finally laid on her cot and sobbed until she fell asleep.  She didn’t sleep much that first night, she woke regularly to find she was not having a bad dream, she really was naked in the cell, and her right titty hurt.

     The next morning Miss Jane led Robin to the latrine and showed her where to stand for a shower.  Robin walked carefully by Kari’s table where Alec was inserting the enema nozzle and hose through the middle, into Kari’s anus.

     “I’m takin’ ya back to the studio an’ if you don’t cooperate out to the barn for whipping,” Miss Jane looked directly into Robin’s brown eyes.  “I ‘spect you’ll get beat this mornin’.”  She led Robin out. 

     Robin believed Miss Jane, and cooperated completely.  She saw how the other slavegirls behaved and she thought she was probably not the first to try to defy Master Carl and Miss Jane.

     Larry was waiting with new stencils.  Robin followed instructions and sat quietly in the chair as it tilted back so he could place the tattoo on her lower belly.

     She naturally had very little body hair so he easily put the “LCR” on the pad of flesh of her bare protruding 'Mound of Venus' above the sparse hair on her outer lips and lastly Master Carl's training school logo “ C“ on the left side of her little left breast, just ½ inch from her nipple, and told Robin her sparse brown body hair would be removed permanently later during this first week.

     “When I bring her back for her pussy hair, you can put her name on too,” Jane snapped her leash to Robin’s collar.  “When can you do her tongue an belly button.” 

     “Later this week,” he answered.  “After tomorrow I’m free all day.  So just anytime you have a chance.”

     Miss Jane smiled as she nodded, and led the sleek, slender, new girl out the door and back to the slave quarters.

     “What is he doing to my tongue and belly-button?” Robin asked after they were in the hallway.

     “Pierce ‘um,” Jane said bluntly.  “Look at Kari’s just like that.”  They walked the rest of the way in silence.

     The workmen were done with the slave cells.  Kari's cell #1 had a removable section into #3.  The twins were kept on the opposite side of the aisle, in #4 and #6 the wall between them also had a removable section. 

     Kari was assigned to help Robin learn the basics, rules and kneeling positions and the major rule about masturbation, too.  Any slavegirl observed playing with herself was in line for serious punishment.  Jane didn't have another handler so she also had to care for Robin each morning.

     Two days later, when Alec came in and opened Kari’s door and then Robin’s door too, she came out and watched as Kari got up on her table.  She climbed on top of table 3 after Kari pointed it out to her.  Miss Jane arrived shortly after to find Robin lying arched over the table’s bridge waiting to have her wrists and ankles strapped in place.  After she buckled the straps, Jane left to get Robin’s enema and equipment.  The enema was 2 quarts of  hot soapy water, a 3ft. long hose protruded from the shaped nozzle she pushed in Robin’s tight anus.

     Miss Jane made her retain it for 30 minutes, then unstrapped her from the table top.  She followed Miss Jane to her latrine, and she squatted on the footpads over the porcelain bowl in the floor.  Miss Jane bent down beside her to remove the enema nozzle and hose.  She put her left hand on Robin’s left shoulder and pulled and turned the outer end of the nozzle with her strong, dark right hand.  The whole nozzle and hose came out, followed by 2 quarts of warm, brown, soapy water.   She sent Robin back to her table for a 1 quart cool rinse, and then her shower.

     Miss Jane waited as Robin moved to stand for her shower.  She washed and shampooed the slavegirl completely. She was returned to the table again for the installation of the smallest of the set of mushroom butt-plugs to stretch her pink anus for Master Carl's use.   

     The mushroom plugs were a set of anal stretchers designed to open a slavegirls anus for use by her master.  The first plug was small, it gently worked a slavegirls butt open safely without danger of over stretching.  Jane put the plug into Robin's butt and turned the little wrench to release the spring loaded inner collar to keep the slavegirl from taking it out.   The plug was left in place until the next morning when it was removed for her enema.  It was most effective when used every day. Personal control of the slavegirls anus was taken away.

Now

     “Kari please help me,” cried the new slavegirl.  “I can't stand this thing in my butt.”  Kari opened her eyes to look at the young girl kneeling beside her cot.  Miss Jane had opened the doorway between their cells, so Kari could start helping the new slavegirl.  After their first introduction Kari waited until Robin came to her.  She knew she couldn’t push anything on the pretty little girl.

     “Robby, I don't have anything to unlock it with sweetheart,” Kari tried to console the girl.  “Only Miss Jane can undo it.” Kari whispered.  She crowded to the side of her small bed and turned to face Robin.

     “Come on an’ git in here with me,” she offered.  Robin smiled slightly and laid beside Kari.  Kari put her slender arms around Robin's thin shoulders. 

    “I hate this thing,”  she cried again.  “Did you have to do this, too?” she asked.

     “Yeah,” she answered.  “I didn't like it much either.”

     “Will it hurt real bad, Kari?” she asked.  Kari didn't answer but she stroked down Robin’s smooth back until her fingers found the cleft of Robin’s round butt.  She touched the soft outer end of the butt-plug and began to push it around in small circles.

     “Oohh, my god,” Robin gasped softly.  Robin moaned softly at first and much louder as Kari pushed the end of the butt-plug in bigger circles. 

     Robin’s squeals and moans suddenly stopped as she stiffened and then relaxed quickly.  Robin smiled hugely and tried to get her right arm under Kari to hug her tightly.  

     “It won’t hurt much at all,” Kari said as she sat up, she put her arms around Robin's neck and hugged her close.  She could feel Robin's hard nipples against her own sensitive flesh.  Robin wrapped her arms around Kari's shoulders and hugged tightly as they laid back on the little bed.  Robin laid her head on Kari's left shoulder and closed her eyes, soon both slavegirls were fast asleep.

     Robin hurried into Kari’s cell every day after she came back from Larry’s shop.  Her navel and tongue hurt for a few days after the piercings.  She had a gold stud through her tongue until it healed completely, and a small ring through her navel.  She admitted to Kari that she liked having “ Robin ” tattooed on her chest.                                

Old Friends

     The ringing phone finally woke Master Carl, he grumbled and found the black receiver, ringing somewhere in the bed, near his head.  He had to climb over the two naked twins asleep beside him, one girls long red hair spilled over the side of his king sized bed.    

     “Whaa?” he said to the caller.

     “I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Reynolds,” the voice of Tom Lincoln, this morning's on-duty gate guard said quickly.  “A guest Janis Brown,  insists I call you.” 

     “I went to school with someone named Janis Brown, Thought she got married.”

     “Where do you have her?”

     “She's at the front gate, in a white Rolls sir,” was his relaxed reply.

     “Turn the camera so I can see her, Tom,” he ordered.

     Master Carl went to the monitor on his desk, by the time he got there the video feed was waiting.  He saw a tall shapely woman with shoulder length, golden blonde hair wearing an expensive white pants suit and brown spike-heeled sandals, standing beside a beautifully polished white and chrome Rolls Royce.  “I'll be damned.” He said to himself.  He instructed Tom to give her the phone.

     “What's been goin' on,” he asked very cordially.  “I heard you got married to some rich guy from England?”

     “Yeah, I did,” she smiled.  “He's gone, died 4 years ago.”  She stopped smiling, “I have a business proposition for you and I need to get a pair of ponygirls for my daughter.  She's been after me for 3 months for them.”

     “Give the phone back to the guard,” he said.

     “Tom, lock up and drive her to the front door, and don't hurry.” Master Carl instructed.  “Catch a ride back down.”

     “Hey, you two,” he called to the twins.  “Get someone here with your leashes, and go back to your rooms.”  He always called their slave cells rooms.

     Janis was waiting when he came into his office, sitting in one of his big dark red leather covered arm chairs.  She slipped off the white suit coat and uncovered her equally expensive white silk blouse.  Even without a brassiere her full, firm breasts stood out from her chest, and Janis’ dark nipples were a shadow through the luscious white silk of her exquisitely, thin top.  She had  long loose pants covering her slender legs and over her shapely ankles.   

     Standing beside her was her daughter Sarah.  At 14 Sarah was very beautiful.  Her waist length hair was not quite as golden as her mother's, but strawberry blonde, the resemblance to her mother was amazing.

     “She look's just like you,” Master Carl observed. “You're both very pretty.”

     “Thank you,” they said in unison.  They looked at each other and laughed a little.

    

     “Mom,” Sarah interrupted.  “Can I go in there?” Sarah pointed to a room off Master Carl's office.  “They’re doin' som'thin with a slavegirl.”

     “It's all right with me,” Carl said, when they both looked at him.         “They are testing some new type of nipple clips, keeps slaves aware of what we want from them.”

     “OK, go ahead,” Janis answered.

     “It'll help her to see slavegirls and ponygirls as property.”  Janis said to Carl after Sarah left. 

     They chatted over coffee and caught up since school.  Both were quite wealthy and had to be careful of 'gold-diggers'.  Janis wanted to get Sarah a team of ponygirls and sulky for her upcoming birthday.  Carl explained the expense and upkeep of a team and a sulky.  He offered to have Sarah keep her team there so Janis didn't need to build a stable and hire handlers.

     Carl even had just the team for Sarah.  New arrivals that needed training yet, but she could learn to handle a team while they were in training.

     “Mom,” Sarah called as she came into the office.  Wearing a too big and too long dark blue apron and long blue sanitary gloves and leading a slavegirl.  “Look it's Robin.” Sarah led the beautiful naked girl on a woven leather leash. 

     Robin's arms were secured tightly behind her back in a crossed arm binder, and she had a gold nipple band on each tiny pale nipple, the bands were pushed to the end of each nipple against Robin’s firm cone-shaped areolas. 

     “I heard she was turned over,” Janis said coolly.

     “I tried to get her out before, but I was too late,” Carl explained.  “So I'll keep her here as a slavegirl.  So she doesn't get kidnaped.”  Robin looked away as her face reddened.  She wasn’t comfortable yet, when she was discussed by others.  

     “See,” Sarah pointed out the nipple bands.  “I put those on her. They look good on her little titties, don't they?”  Sarah traced the Robin tattooed on the slavegirls chest in a small curve above her left breast.

     “Why’s her name here?” Sarah wondered aloud.  “Huummp,” as she turned toward her mother.

     “It’s because I’ll never sell ‘er,” Master Carl answered. “Like any other pet or livestock, when you buy one you can name her whatever you want.”

     “Oh, neat.”

     “Do you like working on her, Sarah?” Master Carl asked.

     “Oh yeah,” Sarah answered. 

     “We have to go look at some ponygirls,” Master Carl said.  “Want to bring her?”

     “Sure,” Sarah smiled over her shoulder.  “These were the last ones to try on her,” Sarah said.  “Can I leave them on?” she asked as she took off the apron, leaving the gloves.  Master Carl smiled and nodded.

     “What's this in her butt, Mom?” Sarah asked softly and nodded toward the end of the mushroom plug.

     “It's to stretch open her butt, dear,” she answered.  Janis was cautious expecting Sarah to want to know why.

     “Ooh,” Sarah answered.  She smiled and touched the end of the plug, with her left index finger.  When Robin moaned softly, Sarah grasped the end and pulled gently.

     “Is that turnin' you on Robin?” she whispered into Robin's left ear.  Robin closed her eyes and nodded with tiny little motions.  Sarah kept her left hand on Robin's butt-plug.  She let her blue gloved fingers slide over the butt-plug to gently touch Robin's pussy.  Sarah ran her fingers over the girl's now hairless, sensitive outer folds. 

     “How about now,” she pushed her two middle fingers between Robin's moist sensitive lips and delicately brushed over Robin's inner lips.  Robin writhed and tried to press against Sarah's hand.  Sarah leaned forward and very gently kissed Robin's left temple.  She whimpered softly as Sarah kept her hand just slightly touching Robin’s bare pussy. 

     “Don’t play with her too much,” Master Carl warned.  “I don’t want her to cum today.

     “Mr. Reynolds,” Sarah said to Carl.  “This isn't very tight in her butt.”

     We can stop at the slavegirls quarters on the way to look at the ponygirls your mother wants to see,” he suggested.  “Jane can see if it's loose enough to put the next one in.”

     “I'm sure you'll be ready,” she whispered to Robin.

     “That’s amazin’,” Miss Jane said as she buckled the straps around Robin’s ankles, and a second set around her slender legs just below her knees.  Robin’s arms stayed in the binder as she laid over the bridge across her number 3 table.  “It usually takes more ‘en jus’ a morning to get them opened for the next sized plug, like this”  Miss Jane said, as she walked to the cupboard for a size 4 mushroom plug.  Robin sobbed as she laid arched over the bolster on the exam table. With her pelvis atop the bridge, her pussy and anus were available for Miss Jane’s convenience, and exposed to everyone. 

     “What’s the matter, Robin?” Sarah asked.  “Are you all right?”  She was genuinely concerned about Robin’s tears.  She stood by Robin’s head and gently petted the slavegirl’s light brown hair and stroked Robin’s slender shoulders. 

     “She’s jus’ started with this,” Jane explained, as she returned with the buttplug and a small jar of body lube.  “She’s jus’ not used to bein’ on display, never been spread out in front of strangers.”

     “Right?” Jane poked Robin’s left side with her index finger.

     “Yess, Miss Jane,” Robin whispered, barely aloud.

     “She’ll get used to it soon,” Jane explained as she pulled a pair of light blue latex gloves over her hands. 

     Sarah left Robin’s head and moved closer to watch Jane as she slipped the small hex wrench into the hole in the end of the buttplug to unlatch the collar holding the it in Robin’s pink anus.  She easily pulled the buttplug out and tossed it into the white plastic pan on the shelf under the table. 

     “She needs to have more lube because this plug is bigger and longer so it goes a little bit farther inside,” Jane said as she applied the lube to the outside of Robin’s anus with her left index finger.            “Some has to be put inside too,” Jane explained to Sarah as she put a glob of body lube on Robin’s anus and slowly pushed it inside, with her index, and middle fingers.

     “Oooohh,” Robin moaned softly and arched her back even more as Jane’s finger slid effortlessly into her pink anus.  She tried to shift around, but the straps held her legs firmly and kept her from moving much more than an inch.

     “See even here it’s startin’ to turn her on t’do this to her,” Jane said quietly to Sarah.

     “Robin, it’ll be easier for you if you jes’ relax honey, ‘cause it’s goin’ in you.”  Jane placed the tapered end of the mushroom plug against Robin’s anus and began pressing it in.  Robin sighed softly as she relaxed to ease the pressure as the plug slid into her anus. 

     “Ooh,” Robin jumped a little as Jane released the collar to hold the butt-plug inside.  Jane showed Sarah how this plug was a bit tighter and how it stretched Robin’s now bright pink anus a little more.

     “Why are talkin’ like that Jane?” Master Carl asked after Sarah led Robin out.

     “I found out it scare’s her, Mr. Reynolds,” She smiled as she answered.  “I’ll try to keep it up until she leaves for the school.”   

    

     They arrived at the stable just as the weekly punishments were starting.  Any ponygirls caught violating any rules during the week were punished on Tuesday.  The girls to be punished were brought two at a time into the inner stable where soft padded cuffs and a rope reaching overhead was buckled around each ankle.  The cuffs were buckled and a ponygirl that didn’t sit on the floor immediately, found out the hard way how fast the ropes were pulled up.

     Soon she was hanging by her ankles, the ropes began to pull apart so the girl was hanging with her legs spread with apart.  The stable supervisor stepped forward and read off the violations and number of strokes.

   

     The first ponygirl was very tall,  6' 5” with her hoof-boots on.  She hung upside down, her long dark brown hair fell nearly to the floor. 

     “160139,” Marisol announced.  “3 strokes for masturbation.”  She looked to her left and nodded to another woman at the left with a riding crop.

     Ssswwishhh, WWHHAAPP__ the blow fell on the inside of the inverted ponygirl's left thigh.  A second blow to the girl's right thigh followed immediately.  The very beams shook as the ponygirl struggled and swung around while moaning loudly.

     Sssswwiisshh again, WHAP_  The third blow struck in the middle directly on the helpless ponygirls bare pussy_  She screamed this time.

     A third woman dressed in blue jeans and a yellow, white and blue plaid western style yoke shouldered, shirt hurried forward to comfort and hold the ponygirl's head as she was lowered.

     The next ponygirl was already hanging by her ankles she immediately glared around as the cuffs started to pull her legs apart.    

     “241501,” Marisol read.  “8 strokes for 7 counts masturbation and attackin’ her trainer.”

     “Wait a minute,” Master Carl stepped forward.  “8 strokes? What did she do?”

     “She was caught masturbating everyday last week out in the corral, and bit her trainer.”

     “Ok,” Master Carl shook his head and looked toward the big ponygirl.

     “Go ahead,” he said to this weeks punishment handler.  He turned to leave.

     “8 doesn’t go into 3?” Janis asked, she stood still to watch as Carl was turning.

     “That's 2 on each thigh and 4 down the middle.” He stopped to wait while she watched.

     “Ooh Shit,” Janis said softly to Sarah.  “Bet she remembers that.”

Janis’ Business Proposition

     “Well you know there are plenty of slavegirls that aren’t attractive enough for sex slaves and not healthy enough for ponygirls,” Janis carefully set her white and pink China coffee cup in the very center of the matching saucer.  Carl nodded and pursed his lips, he’d been stuck with plenty that didn’t sell for enough to cover his costs.

     “There’s been a bigger market lately for human milk,” Janis watched as Carl’s face brightened.  “I ran a dairy,” Janis started.  “With cows,” she added quickly.  “These bitches can produce milk too, and I can get it,” she added with finality.

     “What will it take to get started?” Carl’s mind already racing.  He saw a potential to turn losses into possible profits.

     “I already have some equipment, it’ll take a little modification,

and you have lotsa ‘girls,” Janis’ voice energetic now.  “All it would take is a place and personnel.”

     “I have a barn,” he said thoughtfully.  “It’s about 2 miles from here.”  “Right on this property.”

     “We’d have to build stable inside,” Janis suggested.

     “There’s some stable space and lotsa open area.”  Carl stood and went to the window.  “You can’t actually see it from here,” he held the curtain back for Janis to join him.  “It’s straight out from that stand of trees way over there.”

     “Ooooh yeah,” Janis said as she cuddled up under Carl’s left arm and shoulder.  She looked up and smiled.

Robin’s New Groom

     “Sarah,” Jane said as they walked down the carved stone steps from the main house to the slavegirl quarters.  “As Robin's groom and handler you are her only human friend.”  Jane added, “but not her buddy.”

     “Yes, Mr. Reynolds told me about all that,” Sarah said trying to end the conversation.

     “And he told me to go over it all again,” Jane smiled.  “So I hav'ta, too.”

     “She's like a pet to you, you give her baths, feed her and get her ready for training.”  Jane stopped at the door and looked at Sarah, “If she gets really horny and needs to masturbate, you have to do it for her.  As her friend, handler and groom you don't want her to be punished if you can help.”

     “I thought Kari was suppos'ta help 'er.”

     “Kari is, but Robin may need more attention than Kari will be able to offer, she has duties too,” Jane shrugged.  “We want Robin to understand she is available to anyone.”

     “Do you know why they’re here?”

     “Well...sorta,” Sarah hesitated.  “Yeah really for sex an’ stuff.”

     “No, just for sex,” was Jane’s short answer.  “You should ask your mom about it.” Jane turned to open the door to the slavegirl quarters.  Just as Kari opened the right side of the other door, she was returning from running.

     “OK, go ahead and get Robin for her enema, and I'll be along to help this first time,” Jane went to the locker to get the supplies for Sarah. 

     Robin went directly to her table and laid face down with her slim hips arched over the bolster so her anus, and bare pussy beneath, was raised and spread for Sarah to service.  Sarah attached the security straps to Robin's wrists and ankles.  Kari took off her running shoes and went to her table, too.  Jane arrived after Robin, and showed Sarah how to release the tension collar of the mushroom plug inside Robin.

     “Go ahead turn and pull the end of the plug, it'll slip right out,” Jane said softly.  “Just drop it in the big white plastic dish under the table.”

     Jane showed Sarah how to lubricate Robin's anus and push the enema hose and shaped nozzle into Robin.  The shape of the nozzle held it all in place.  They started the flow of warm water.  Alec strapped Kari to her table, and lubed her anus too.  Sarah watched out of the corner of her eye to reassure herself that she was handling it correctly.   

     Sarah went to get Robin's breakfast while Alec finished Kari's enema.  The handlers for the Natale and Renee brought the twins in from the guest suite.  Sarah brought back the food for all 4 girls.  She set out Robin's bowl of slave mush, but left the rest for their handlers to decide when to feed.

     She got Robin from the table and followed her to the latrine and waited while she squatted on the foot shaped steps.  Sarah grasped the end of the enema nozzle/plug and twisted as she pulled it out of Robin, it was followed by a rush of brown water.

     “Robin, sweetheart, come on,” She tapped Robin on her left shoulder when she just stayed crouched, tightly hugging her knees, on the little steps.  “Lets go get you rinsed out, and then your breakfast,” Sarah almost whispered to Robin.  Robin looked up with tears streaming from her eyes and down her cheeks.

     “Sarah,” her voice a hoarse whisper.  “Sarah, I don't want to do this any more....”

     “I want to go home and put on my robe, and have Mrs. Lane bring my br'fast, and everything.”  Robin shoulders shook as she began to sob softly.  “I want two poached eggs and orange juice and coffee.”

     “Come on Robin,” Jane was there immediately to help Sarah.  She tut-tutted as she helped Robin to her feet.  They went back to the table and stopped beside it.  Robin looked at the big stainless table and slowly climbed up on the top, she knelt on the top for a few seconds and then laid down over the bolster so her butt was elevated and anus available.  She didn't look around she just waited for Sarah and Jane to do what they had to do to her.  She walked quickly to the latrine after the quart of cool water ran inside.

     Sarah waited while Robin stepped over to the shower, she adjusted the water, when it was the proper temperature she nodded and Robin stepped under the spray of hot water. 

     “Ooh my that feels good,” Robin moaned appreciatively.  Sarah applied shampoo to Robin’s long light brown hair.  When Robin’s hair was rinsed, Sarah applied a generous portion of creme rinse and then plied the hair on top of Robin’s head, to keep it out of the way while she washed the rest of the slender slavegirl’s body.

     When she was done and Robin dried, she followed Robin to her table for today's mushroom plug.  Jane showed Sarah how to install the plug and release the inner collar to keep Robin from taking it out.  She led Robin to her cell and gave her the white plastic spoon to eat her mush.

     “Have you ever even tried this stuff, Sarah?” Robin looked up after her first spoonful,

     “Well, believe it or not I've eaten some,” Sarah answered, from outside the cell.

     “No, it's not my favorite food,” she added when Robin started to say something else. 

     “OK,” Robin smiled only slightly and shook her head.

     After Mistress Lainie returned and started Robin in the next academy course Sarah began to work with the ponygirls.  She learned how to care for them first.  She didn’t get to learn the hitching and driving until she could care very well, for two ponygirls.

     At first she had to work with just one girl.  Lisa was her teacher, Lisa explained that the ponygirls were animals and not friends.  They were for her use, and were required to obey.  If they didn’t follow commands they were punished harshly.

     “I’ve seen that done,” she confided to Lisa.  Mom and I went with Master Carl to watch punishments on our first day here.”

     “He’s not your master,” Lisa said gravely.  “Don’t call him ‘Master Carl’, say Mister Reynolds here.”  Sarah nodded.

     “These ponygirls call him Master Carl,” Lisa explained. “We don’t want them to think they are as good as we are.  Else they’ll start thinkin’ they’re free.” 

     “An’ they’ll stop followin’ our commands, right?” Sarah answered.

     “Jus’ try to get one to pull a surrey or sulky then,” Lisa agreed.  Sarah nodded.

Sarah's Ponygirls

     Sarah stood by her sulky and watched as the handlers hitched Tori and Judi, her ponygirls for her first ride.  Their training was done just in time for Janis to give them to Sarah for a 15th birthday present.

     “Thanks Momma,” Sarah called.  “They're perfect.”

     Tori stood in the traces while a handler hitched her to the right side of the pull-rail.  She had been here at the Reynolds Ranch for 4 months.  Tori had been found guilty of shoplifting and at 19 years old was looking at a long time in prison.  A few years ago shoplifting was considered a minor crime, but since the Slavegirl and Ponygirl laws were enacted nearly every crime carried a serious penalty, to make the convicted seriously consider “volunteering” to “turn over” as a ponygirl or slavegirl. 

     At 6 feet, 3 inches and only moderately attractive Tori was ponygirl material under the best circumstance.  The wealthy and beautiful were usually safe, but a tall, strong, worker could almost be sure someone would find a way to get her.

     Judi was led up next and hitched to the left side of the pull rail.  She was the lead pony and always hitched on the left.  Although both had reins, Tori had to follow Judi’s lead for timing so both girls pulled together and Sarah received a smoother ride and quicker response to her commands.

 

     “Cynthia Toland, the court finds you guilty as charged,”  Judge Phyllis Marrow then asked if she had anything to say.

     “Your Honor,” Tori said quickly.  “I'd like to be considered for the alternate sentencing program, please.”  She quickly stopped talking, that was the only thing she said that day.

     Jane and Lisa were in the courtroom that day because Master Carl heard about the big, tall girl there for shoplifting.  Jane went to the clerk's stand before the case was called and signed in as a rancher.  She was called first to evaluate the girl for purchase from the court.

     The bailiff led the convict and Jane and Lisa to an evaluation chamber, previously a coatroom and stood by while they checked over the girl.

     “Strip off your clothes,” he said after he removed the handcuffs.  “Put them in the basket,” and he nodded toward a rectangular, wire basket sitting on a small table in the center of the room.

     “Are you called Cynthia, or Cindy?” Jane asked casually.

     “No ma'am, Tori,” she answered.  'My little sister couldn't say Cynthia and Tori stuck.”

     Jane smiled and put her finger to her lips when Tori started to add more.  They quickly checked her over and decided she was healthy enough for pre-ponygirl evaluation, by Dr. Dodge.

     They returned to the courtroom after the next case.  Tori was still naked and wore a bridle harness and hoof boots.  Her arms were secured behind her back in a crossed arm, zippered, sleeve.  She stood straight as the judge looked her over.

     “The court approves the defendants request for alternate sentencing,” Judge Warren banged her gavel to end the case.

     Judith Loos was obtained from her family when they could no longer afford to keep their farm.  The big tall girl volunteered to go to Master Carl and even become a ponygirl to help the rest of her family.  At first her mother refused to even speak to Judi, her father absolutely denied her offer.

    The court order to pay the over due taxes and late fees was more than Marshall Loos could bear.  Judi went to Master Carl’s ranch to see if she could obtain enough money to cover their debts.  After Master Carl’s doctor certified the big girls health, Master Carl offered her enough to solve all her families’ financial problems and have a healthy nest egg left. 

     At 18 years old she was 6 feet 4 inches tall and 190 pounds.  Judi was very pretty with long, dark auburn, hair to the middle of her wide, strong back.  Her health was superb, she secretly wanted to leave the dead end existence of her farm life.

     “Will I get to stay here?” she asked softly, just barely louder than a whisper.  “I really need to know you’ll keep me here as long as you can.”

     “I’ll pair you with another girl and keep you here at my ranch,” he assured her.  “Someone right here will own you, and my grooms will care for you.”

     She agreed but had to go home to tell her parents her decision.  Master Carl drove her there and waited while she went inside. 

     They all returned when she came out.  They weren’t happy, but as an adult she could do as she wished, and the money would save the family home and send all the younger children could go to college.

     Sarah picked up her slander buggy-whip, with a quick shake of the reins the two ponygirls started to walk, another shake and they were walking faster.  Sarah let them get warmed up for a few hundred yards and cracked the whip above Judi’s head as she shook the reins harder.  The team of ponygirls began to run easily.

     This was the pace to cover long distances.  The girls would be able to run at this speed for several hours when they finished their stamina workouts.  That training would take several more months.  Sarah hoped she’d be allowed to use them to lead Kari’s runs too.

Robin in Training

     Mistress Lainie walked slowly into the classroom where Robin stood waiting.  She walked up to Robin and looked directly into her face.  Robin didn’t dare look back so she looked down and then away.

     “You simple little bitch!” Mistress Lainie snarled.  “Get your stupid ass on the floor,” she pointed at the kneeling pad as she continued.  “Didn’t anyone ever tell you what that fuckin’ pad was for?”  Robin dropped to her knees immediately.  Lainie had to stifle a laugh as Robin missed the pad and scrambled to get in position.  She was impressed when Robin’s position 1 was perfect.  Just like Kari, she thought to herself.

     Miss Brenda had already been introduced to her.  Brenda met Miss Jane at the door last night when she brought Robin in to start her classes.

     Robin couldn’t help but stare at Miss Brenda’s lace dress, today it was pure white lace with bright sky blue trim.  Master Carl changed the dresses to all lace with trim in the colors Mistress Lainie chose for the day. 

     “This is the only place you’ll call another slavegirl Miss,” Jane told her.  “Any other time a free woman would be offended.”

     “Yes, ma’am,” Robin answered.  Kari already told her and she knew to be careful.

     “Bet Kari already told jya,” Miss Jane said softly.

     “Yes, Miss J,,,” she started.

     “It’s ok, I know,” Jane smiled.

     “Miss Jane?  What’r they gonna do to me, here?” Jane didn’t answer she just looked toward Brenda, and nodded.  She left to go back to the main house and Miss Brenda led Robin inside by her leash. 

     “You’ll learn everything you need to please your master,” Brenda said confidently.  “You’ll be a much sexier slavegirl.”  She winked at Robin.  “A dirty girl, just like Kari is.”

     “She told me she likes to have Master Carl cum in her mouth,” Robin shuddered slightly as she thought about it.

    “ You will too.”  Robin just looked at her and shook her head.

     “You’ll get used to having a man’s dick in yer mouth, and swallowing what comes out,” she smiled at Robin.  “Then one day you’ll realize that you kinda like it.”

     “An’ my butt, too?”

     “You can already take the biggest butt-plug Master Carl wanted for you,” Brenda smiled as she nodded.  “We’re just gonna get you opened deeper, for longer dicks.”  Robin swallowed and looked down.  When she raised her head up, she sniffed twice quickly.

     “The first thing is make-up,” Brenda smiled as she spoke.  “Master Carl wants each slavegirl to be able to do her own make-up.”

     “When do we start that?”

     “Well sorta right now,” Brenda surprised Robin.  “You’ll go and do your face now and then we’ll see if we need to make any changes,” Brenda said as she led Robin to a ‘dressing’ room.  The room had no doors, just an archway.

     Inside the make-up room was finished with satin ivory-white walls and a pale lavender ceiling.  The four tables sat side-by-side in the middle of the room and had huge mirrors in front.  The mirrors were surrounded by 14 lights.  Four on each side and six across the top.

     “Your number here is 606 and it’s on this table-top,” Brenda said as she pointed out an engraved brass plaque “606" on the left side of the tabletop.

     As Robin approached the tables she could see that the mirrors were one way glass and the backside seen-through easily.

     “You can see through the mirrors?” 

     “UmmHumm,” Brenda answered.  “You’ll be watched all the time, so we’re starting now.”  Robin just nodded.

     She thought back to one of the first nights with Kari.  As they lay cuddled close in Kari’s small bed, she told Kari that she was scared and felt ‘funny’ with her private parts exposed.

      “We don’t have private parts,” Kari whispered back.  Kari pulled Robin’s head to her shoulder and wrapped her strong arms around Robin’s slender shoulders and held her tightly, until they fell asleep together.

     Robin smiled as she looked down the line of men Mistress Lainie had for her to practice her oral training.  She knelt in front of the first one and looked at his zipper, the arm binder held her arms tightly behind her back, she had to wait for someone to unzip his dark blue trousers.

     “What’re you waitin’ on, lil’ slut?” Mistress Lainie asked from her seat where she was doing a little paper work.  “You have to unzip and get ‘em  out without yer hands,” was all she said and went back to her work.

     Robin leaned forward and used her lips and tongue to find the man’s zipper pull and get it between her teeth.  She carefully pulled his pants open and found his penis waiting just inside.  She raked her tongue to move the penis into her mouth.  This was the first time she had to do it all without hands. 

     She learned quickly and finished the line of men sitting in the chairs.  Miss Brenda followed and wiped each man’s penis so very gently with a warm wet towel.  Each man left for a break, and returned immediately for a second time.

     “Ok, time for coffee,” Mistress Lainie said as Robin sat back for the last man in the line.  She slipped back and knelt in front, to give him space to leave. 

     “This way,” Mistress Lainie led while Robin crawled behind on her belly.  Mistress Lainie stopped, and waited, at the end wall where a rack of different sized dildo’s was mounted to the wall.  The sizes of the three lines of dildo’s was random.

     “That one,” Mistress Lainie pointed out a fairly large and long dildo to Robin.  She crawled forward and raised up on her knees to place her mouth over it.  Mistress Lainie buckled the straps around the back of Robin’s head.  Robin choked and gagged slightly as the straps pulled her head closer to the wall. 

     “That was good,” Mistress Lainie said as Robin looked up toward Mistress Lainie as best as she could.  “You’re close to the best, only one actually better,”  Mistress Lainie smiled and gently stroked the right side of Robin’s smooth face and stopped to gently touch Robin’s tiny shell-like ear.  She ran her fingers around the top as she left to go for coffee.

Robin’s Graduation

     Kari stepped out of her cell and stood on her toes, with her back arched and her arms crossed for Alec to zip the binder sleeve in place.  He also opened Natalie’s door and had a black nylon arm binder for her too. The two naked girls chattered to each other as he led them to the doctor’s office on the second floor. 

     Dr. Dodge smiled as Alec led the 2 girls in and handed the end of the leashes to the smiling doctor.

     “Would you take your leashes for me, please?” she asked and handed the leashes back to him.

     “Sure,” he said as he took them from her.  Alec quickly unsnapped the leashes and started to leave.

     “You’re not staying?” Dr. Dodge asked.

     “Sorry I have 2 ponygirls to service this morning,” Alec explained.  “Jane will be along in about ten.”

     “You’re both here to practice for Robin’s graduation,” she smiled as she stepped back from her dark brown leather topped exam table.  “Kari please climb up on the table and kneel in your first position.”  She stepped back while Kari moved to the end and stepped up the two steps and knelt in the middle of the table.  She knelt with her knees apart and her heels almost touching. 

     “Very nice,” Dr. Dodge said softly.  She was not ready for the animal sexiness of the little slavegirl.  After a moment she sighed and turned to Natale, “You’re here to learn to insert your entire arm, up past your elbow into Robin’s anus.”  She spun her finger around as she told Natale to turn around, she unzipped the black nylon sleeve holding Natale’s slender arms crossed behind her back.  She let the sleeve drop and Natale sighed softly as her arms dropped to hang at her sides.

     Dr. Dodge turned back to Kari, and stopped to look at the naked slavegirl kneeling with her knees and her pussy spread open.  She paused again to admire the small, well-tanned girl’s slender body and flat belly.

     “Kari, please lean forward until your chest is on the table-top.”  Kari complied, her feet were under her bottom, so her back was arched and her butt was elevated.  Now her pussy and anus were spread open to the rear.  Kari did her best to look back over her shoulder to see what was happening with the doctor, as well as she could with her arms still in the binder sleeve. 

     “Get that chair, dear,” Dr. Dodge pointed out a chair across the room.  Natale retrieved it and placed it where the doctor indicated.

     “Now you will pushing your entire arm past the elbow into Robin’s anus.  We’re using Kari because Robin won’t know until you start.”  Dr. Dodge rolled a slick, dark gray protective glove over Natale’s right arm.  The long glove was snug on Natale’s slender arm and covered her clear to her shoulder.  The outer side was shiny and slick, Natale had a big tube of lubricant on the tray by her chair and  began to cover the outside of the glove carefully.

     “I hope that arm isn’t too big for her anus, and rectum,” the doctor said softly, almost to herself.

     “Kari’s had lots of stuff in her butt, Dr. Delores,” Natale assured the doctor.  She began without prompting by putting her left hand on Kari’s lower back just above the girl’s raised butt, and inserting her two slippery middle fingers into Kari’s light tan anus, Kari arched up even more when she did.

     Natale added her right index finger almost immediately, and turned her fingers left and right.  Soon she had all four fingers inside Kari.  Natale pushed and pulled her hand in and out slowly until she had spread Kari enough for her thumb too.  With her entire hand inside she began to move her arm in small circles until Kari was spread open enough to push her wrist inside too.

     “Can you feel the opening into Kari’s large intestine?” Dr. Dodge asked, as Natale shoved most of her forearm inside.  “It should be just to the right as you reach the end of her colon.”

     “Yes ma’am,” Natale answered, thoughtfully.  She began pushing harder into Kari.”

     “Oh my god, Natale,” Kari moaned as she wriggled her rounded butt.  “I love you.”

     “You like this, huh?” Natale whispered.  She found the opening the doctor referred to and continued to push her arm in.

     “OOhh yeah,” Kari hissed softly.  “Can you do this to my pussy later?”

     “There you go,” Dr. Delores said as she watched.  Kari lifted up her bottom as she arched up even a little higher, when Natale’s larger elbow spread her anus even farther and disappeared inside, too.

     Sarah dabbed the last little spot on Robin’s back with moisturizer creme.  She released Robin’s long light brown hair to fall past the middle of her back.

     “You have really long hair now, Robin,” Sarah praised as she combed it out.  “Turn around so I can do your jewelry,” she also pushed gently on Robin’s left shoulder. 

     “Your boobies are all tanned now,” Sarah noted as she slipped the wide gold band over Robin’s left nipple.  “I liked the tan lines,” Sarah said as she picked up the band for Robin’s right nipple.        “Your boobies, pussy, an’ ass were white.”  She smiled as the ring slipped over Robin’s firm dark pink nipple.  “Now that you’re darker all over, your little nipples are darker, too.” 

     Sarah liked to install the bands on Robin’s little nipples.  Robin didn’t have a choice, she had to let Sarah do what she wanted to her nipples or her whole body,  as Sarah lubricated both firm nipples and carefully slipped a snug fitting ring over each one.  She carefully slid the ring the length of each short nipple and pressed it tight against the areola.  Sarah had a new bangle for Robin’s navel piercing too.  It was a gold ring with a tiny heart shaped pendant dangling over Robin’s navel.  The tiny gold heart had minuscule faceted diamonds on each side.  Sarah pulled Robin close and looked into her mouth.

     “You have such a pretty pink tongue Robin,” Sarah whispered.  “Jane is bringing a new little stud for it, too.”  Just as she finished Jane opened the door and came down the steps from the house.  When she got closer she held out a tiny black velvet jewelry box for Sarah.

     “I’ll help you put it in Sarah,” Jane said as Sarah opened the little box.  The new tongue stud was gold with a screw on titanium base.  The gold part was a tiny gold stud with a cross hole through the middle, the hole had a tiny gold ring through it that laid on Robin’s pink tongue. The top screwed into the wide titanium base.  Assembled Robin looked like she had a tiny tether ring on her tongue. The little stand had a wide base that would not fit through the hole pierced in her tongue.

     She finished getting Robin ready with white leather, high platform shoes.  The shoes had tiny gold padlocks on the white leather ankle straps.  Robin was 5ft, 6in tall with the wide heeled, platforms locked to her dark tanned feet.

     “Arms,” Sarah said as she picked up the white leather arm binder and stepped behind Robin.

     Sarah stepped back to admire her handiwork.  Robin’s entire tanned body shone with the moisturizer and the gold nipple bands gleamed against her darker nipples.

     “Open your mouth, Robin,” Sarah wanted to see all the new things done to Robin.    

       “Mr. Reynolds has a guest here to see you,” Sarah said as they walked up the three stone steps to the door into the main house.

     “Who?”  Sarah didn’t answer.  “Do you know who it ith? Pleathe tell me.  Thith thing iss makin’ me talk funny,”  Robin lisped.           “You’ll get used to it, and I don’t really know, who it ith.” Sarah mocked.

     Sarah led Robin from the slavegirl quarters to Master Carl’s 3rd floor rooms.  His office and his bedroom suite were side-by-side, but not adjoining.     

     Robin could hear muffled voices and closed her eyes as she stood outside Master Carl’s office door.  Sarah’s blue latex gloved fingers gently slipped between Robin’s sensitive pussy lips.  Robin moaned softly as Sarah’s dextrous fingers fondled her sensitive inner pussy tissue.

     “Oh My God, Sarah,” Robin gasped and her hips writhed, as she started to cum.  Sarah stopped and lowered her right hand away from Robin’s bare pussy.

     “Pleeeze Sarah, don’t do this to me,” Robin moaned. 

     “Mr. Reynolds wants you all turned-on all when you go in,” Sarah explained.  “I have to do this.”

     “Sarah, I’ll lick your pussy as long as you want, just let me cum,” Robin begged.

     “My god, Robin,” Sarah gasped.  “When did you learn to talk like that?”

     “In the slavegirl academy,” Robin answered softly.  “And I will, too.”  She tried to entice Sarah by licking her lips with the very tip of her tiny pink tongue.

     “Don’t you like that?” Robin asked when Sarah didn’t answer.           “No,” Sarah answered quickly.  “Well,,,,, maybe later, but you still can’t cum yet.”  Robin closed her eyes and nodded slowly as Sarah began to fondle her sensitive pussy again, she really wanted to lick Sarah’s pussy.

Aunt Flo

     Master Carl opened the door for Sarah to lead Robin inside.  Robin stepped inside and stopped right there.

     “Aunt Flo!” Robin exclaimed.  “Aunt Flo,,,,,,,uhmm,,,Hi?”   Master Carl reached out and unsnapped Sarah’s leash, as she led Robin through the office door.  He knew Robin would rush to see her Aunt.  They waited at the door for Robin and Aunt Flo to meet.

     Florence Williams-Carter at 58 years old, was her mother’s oldest sister, and Randy Miller’s half sister.  Robin hadn’t seen Aunt Flo since the funeral.

     Robin’s small, tight breasts jiggled slightly as she rushed to see her favorite aunt.  She knelt on the kneeling pad by Aunt Flo’s right foot, she knelt without taking her eyes from Aunt Flo.

     “Robin, we’re here to see you graduate,” she said conversationally.  Robin looked quickly to her left to see her cousin Marla sitting beside Aunt Flo.

     “Hello Miss Marla,” Robin said softly.  She laid her head on Aunt Flo’s right thigh.  Aunt Flo gently petted Robin’s head and pushed an imaginary loose strand of hair behind her left ear.

     “Stand up here Robin so I can get a look at you,” Aunt Flo patted Robin on her sleek, tanned shoulder.  Robin stood slowly and stepped back so Aunt Flo could see her.

     “Turn dear,” Aunt Flo twirled with her right index finger.  “So I can see all of you.”

     “You can pretty much see all of her, Mom,” Marla spoke up.  “She’s naked, fer god’s sake!”

     Aunt Flo placed her hand on Marla’s left thigh, and patted gently.  Marla knew that meant - SHUT UP - and she did.

     Marla was Aunt Flo’s youngest, and 19 years old,  just 3 years older than Robin.  She was not a pretty girl, but with her mothers guidance she was slim, sleek and dressed well.  Her family’s wealth also gave her many prospects.

     “You should be glad you don’t have to compete with that,” she said softly as she nodded toward Robin.

     “Look’it all the stuff drippin’ from her pussy,” Marla whispered in Flo’s right ear.  She continued to watch as the insides of the slavegirl’s tanned, slender thighs became wet from the secretions oozing from her bare pussy.   

     “I’m sorry Randy did this to you, dear.” Aunt Flo consoled Robin.  “I’m very sure Mr. Reynolds will take good care of you,” she smiled carefully at Master Carl.  She let everyone know that she was still concerned about her sister’s little girl.

     After she made 2 complete turns Robin returned to kneel on the pad between Aunt Flo and Marla.  She looked up waiting for a word from Aunt Flo or even Marla.  Aunt Flo looked down and smiled when Marla gently stroked Robin’s bare left shoulder. 

     “I came to see you one last time and apologize for Randy’s despicable behavior, Robin,” Aunt Flo gently and tenderly stroked Robin’s left cheek with her right hand.  “You’re a slavegirl now and I can’t shan’t on you again.”

     Robin crept close and laid her head in Aunt Flo’s lap, she felt the tears flowing down Aunt Flo’s face, and dropping onto her smooth cheek.  Aunt Flo carefully lifted Robin up, from her lap.  She wrapped her arms around Robin’s slim chest and pinioned arms to pulled the naked girl close.  Robin laid her head on Aunt Flo’s shoulder for the last time.

     Robin laid across the raised bolster on her table in the slave quarters, she could smell the strong soap solution as Sarah brought it to the side of the table on a small stainless steel, four wheeled cart.

     She shuddered when she saw the hose Sarah brought with the huge white porcelain enema can.  The dark blue hose was 4 feet long, and permanently attached to a big aluminum nozzle, shaped with a large inner end and thick neck to retain it in Robin’s opened anus. 

     “Sarah?” Robin started.

     “Yes, this is all going in you,” Sarah said softly.  “The can has 4 quarts of nice hot an’ soapy solution, to clean you out with.”

     “You know,” Robin paused, as Sarah nodded.  “It’s prolly gonna hurt.”

     “I guess it might,” Sarah sighed.  “It’s to get you ready for your graduation tonight.”

     She jumped when Sarah started pushing the semi-firm hose into her anus.  Sarah worked carefully and slowly, the hose slid inexorably into Robin, until the polished aluminum nozzle pressed against her sensitive anus.

     “Oh Sarah, That’s hot.”  Robin shifted slightly but the wrist and ankle restraints, now aided by the waist belt Sarah buckled on, held Robin firmly on the bolster and kept her in place.

     “Shhhh,” Sarah hushed Robin as she pushed and turned the nozzle in place.  “Stay arched up, and it’ll be over in a little bit.”  After Robin was given a cool rinse enema, Sarah directed her back to the table, “One more thing before your shower, Robin.”

     Resigned, Robin sighed and climbed slowly up on her table, and laid over the bolster.  Sarah brought a large tube of lube already mounted in an application gun.  She dipped the end in a tiny  jar of lube.  Sarah carefully pushed the 10in. Long nozzle into Robin’s anus.  She began to squeeze the contents deep into Robin’s colon.  As soon as the entire 12 ounces were inside Robin, Sarah sent her to her shower stall.

     Just as Sarah finished drying Robin from her shower, Jane came in with black, high heeled shoes and thigh high, stay-up, stockings.  The stockings had 3 inch wide scalloped lacy tops to keep them up to the tops of Robin’s slender thighs.

     “I have stockings tonight?” Robin exclaimed when Jane and Sarah got them out for her to put on.  Sarah locked the ankle straps of the shoes and waited to zip Robin’s arm binder, until the call came from Dr. Dodge to bring Robin up. 

     Sarah led Robin into the darkened meeting room, beside Master Carl’s office. Robin could tell there were several people sitting in the dark part, but she could only see the end where the raised diaz partly surrounded by dark red velvet curtains, held the padded top table, and a tall chair.  As she neared she saw it was a doctor’s examination table, with fittings along the sides.

     Mistress Lainie was standing at the side of the table when Robin came into the room.  She directed Robin to climb up on the top and kneel in the middle of the leather table top.

     “To graduate, you have to remain still, without any straps,” Mistress Lainie said softly.  “I know you can do it.”  Robin nodded slowly, she was a little scared, and afraid she would have to go back to the academy.  “Lay forward and press your chest on the table, Robin.  Keep your back arched, I want your pussy and butt spread out.”

     “Yes mistress,” Robin was unconcerned as she laid forward.  With her chest on the table and her back arched, her pussy and anus spread wide toward the audience.

     When she came out from behind the right side curtain, Natale already wore the arm-length lubricated glove.  She didn’t seem to notice the swaying weights, dangling from her nipples and clitoris rings.  She sat in the wooden chair by the side of the table.

     Natale waited for Mistress Lainie to nod her signal to begin the insertion.  She put her left hand on Robin’s back and touched her middle finger to Robin’s dark pink anus. 

     Slowly Natale pushed her finger into Robin.  The little slavegirl arched even more, as much from the surprise as from Natale’s intrusion.  She settled quickly, but kept her butt raised up to ease

Natale’s access.

     Natale pulled her hand back to add her ring finger.  She found she could add her index finger too.  Natale turned her hand, left and right to begin to stretch Robin’s anus open.  Robin was very easy to spread open, and within just a few minutes she added her little finger and folded her thumb to the center of her hand to insert both at the same time.

     “Stay still” Natale whispered as Robin shifted slightly as she felt Natale’s hand open inside her.  “Are you gettin’ turned on?” she asked, when Robin wriggled her butt.

     “Umm humm,” Robin moaned softly, and began to breathe quickly.  She could feel the wetness starting to leak out of her pussy and dribble down her belly, as she laid with her chest on the table and her butt raised.

     “Shut up you two!” Mistress Lainie whispered as she stepped closer to the girls.  She could even whisper orders.

     “No one told you not to come,” she whispered very softly in Robin’s ear, as she stepped out of the way of the audience.  Robin looked around to see Mistress Lainie’s back as she walked away.

     Natale worked her arm deeper into Robin, her forearm was past halfway, and starting to taper to the smaller part below her elbow.  Natale felt for the opening from the colon into the little slavegirl’s large intestine.  She pushed her hand just into the smaller passage, and stopped pushing deeper and began to move her arm in small circles, to open Robin more so her elbow would slip inside easier.

     Robin began to moan and gasp louder, she had to raise up to arch even higher.  She began to cum softly at first, but as the orgasm built, Robin’s unused pussy throbbed.  She could feel her inner muscles squeezing and relaxing each time she throbbed.  Robin was wet from her pussy to her navel, excess oozed secretion dripped from her dangling gold heart to the leather-covered table-top.

     “Oooohh-AAhh!” she cried out as she started to cum.  That was just the first wave as her orgasm built again.  Natale stopped trying to move her arm in circles as Robin’s strong anal muscles clenched and released.

     After three more orgasmic waves Robin settled a little, and Natale pressed down on Robin’s lower back, to get her bottom down to continue.  Robin’s anus was stretched open enough now for Natale’s elbow to enter. 

     Natale found that Robin was smaller inside than Kari and she had to work her hand inside as she pushed with her shoulder to continue her arm’s progress into the girl.  Robin started to build to another orgasm, but this time Natale continued to push in.

     “AAHHIIEE!” Robin screamed as Natale’s elbow stretched her anus open even farther to disappear inside.  This time she felt the throbbing through her entire body, even her temples throbbed.        There was no stopping Robin as she began to shudder and shake while the most intense orgasm she had ever felt ran through her body.  She raised up a few inches and moaned loudly while the waves of pleasure ran through her body.  Robin settled back as she relaxed so completely that Natale’s arm was trapped inside her anus.  She began to perspire from every pore on her body, in just a few seconds she was completely covered, the sweat ran off her body in tiny rivulets.

Epilog

     Aunt Flo and Marla left quickly after Robin’s demonstration, “She is most certainly not my niece anymore.”  Aunt Flo didn’t know what to expect, but not that Robin would submit and even enjoy the treatment.

     Sarah felt much differently too, she thought of Robin as a dirty schoolgirl for her to play with.  She now realized she wasn’t playing wicked games with girl, but Robin was an entirely different being.

     “Mommy, she’s really an animal,” Sarah whispered to Janis, in awe.  Janis didn’t answer, she just put her arm around Sarah’s shoulders and pulled gently. “My ponygirls are animals too, aren’t they?” 

Janis hugged Sarah tighter. 

Sarah realized she was at a farm and surrounded by real animals.

Will Robin overtake Kari’s glory as the sexiest slavegirl at Master Carl’s Ranch?

Kari in Training 6

Kari at Home 4

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