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CHAPTER 11
When I finished pissing in the glass, it was almost half full. I stayed in place, not knowing what to do next, looking down at my feet, feeling the stares from all sides. I glanced up at Mistress Joanna standing directly in front of me. I felt like some helpless child, not knowing how to respond.
“Well, slut, are you going to squat there all day?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Joanna, may I please move from this position?” I asked meekly.
“Wipe yourself with your hand and lick it clean, then come here and kneel,” she snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor to her left.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I complied, licking my own piss off my hand, as I still held the glass. I saw Auntie Irene fidgeting and squeezing her legs together. A big smile came over Mistress Rose’s face.
“That’s right, Irene. I guess we have been depriving you of a pee for sometime, haven’t we?” she said, grinning.
“Yes, Honored Sister,” Irene replied, you have postponed my request for relief two times this morning.
“Well get up on the table, and get on with it,” Rose said, turning her head to look at me. “Slut, crawl to her and hold the glass for her.”
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said blankly, crawling to the table. I knelt at the edge of the square table with both hands holding the glass under Irene’s crotch.
“Pull her panties aside for her slut,” Mistress Joanna ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said and I reached for the pink little girl panties to pull them aside while holding the glass close to her. Irene’s flow started gushing out, splashing in the glass already half full. As I watched it fill, I wondered what would happen if it overflowed. Never mind. Rose had that covered.
“Irene, stop your flow, NOW!” Rose barked. Irene clenched herself; her eyes squeezed shut and the flow dropped to a dribble, as the glass was almost full. Joanna stepped to the side to be in my full line of sight.
“Drink it down to less than half, slut,” she said, as though it were nothing.
I glanced down at the warm amber now mixed with the sickly green of my own piss, thought for a fraction of a second about the price of refusal or even hesitation, and brought the glass to my lips. The taste was terrible, acrid and bitter, and I thought I might gag, then flashed back to the first day I had met Irene, when I was forced to lick her slit clean. I drank it down, quickly, and swallowing hard.
“Thank you Mistresses,” I said, and showing it to them.
“All right Irene, finish up NOW!” Rose barked again as I slid the glass under her. “Josie, bring another glass so that we can divide the product and each of these obedient sluts can share,” she added. Josie brought another glass and as Irene finished, I was told to pour the two glasses back and forth so that the piss was well mixed and Irene was told to wipe herself with the crotch of her panties. Then we were made to stand and intertwine our arms, each holding a glass and drink from the glasses, all of it in one chug according to the order from Mistress Rose.
After we finished the piss drinking, Josie took the glasses aside and Mistress Rose sat on a side chair, indicating her lap. “Over here, and across my knee,” she indicated.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I said as I approached her obediently. But she held out the brush pushing it between my tits and stopping me. “That bush in obscene,” she said, “and I want it covered. Josie, what do you have?”
Josie smiled broadly. “Hmm, just the ticket,” she giggled as she opened a drawer in a credenza by the sidewall. She brought out the tiniest white silk thong, more of a G-string, actually, and brought it over.
“Put it on that disgusting slut crack,” Joanna commanded.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said as pulled the G-string up my legs and over my hips. When I looked down at it, I felt more exposed than if I were completely nude. It was tight-fitting and conformed to the camel-toe of my labia so that they practically stuck out, and the silk was so light as to be almost transparent with the brown hair spread out all around it. As I said, I felt more exposed with it on than if I had remained totally naked.
“Time for punishment now,” Rose indicated her lap once more.
“Yes, Mistress Rose, thank you Mistress,” I answered as I settled my belly across her thighs. I could feel her fingering me along the outside line of her leg.
“Irene, sit here with arms around the slut,” Rose indicated a place near my head as it hung off her legs.
“Yes, Honored Sister,” Irene answered, sitting cross-legged by my head and draping my arms over her shoulders as she put hers around mine, pulling our faces close together, our lips almost touching.
“Oh, how sweet they look like that,” Rose answered with acid in her voice.
“But Irene, every time I bop you on the head with the hairbrush, instead of deep kisses, you will spit in the slut’s face. And when I slap your face, you will lick the spit from her while I continue my delivery of the 50 strokes this sinful slut has coming, understood?”
“Yes, Honored Sister,” Irene said, her lip quivering in front of mine.
“Josie will keep count, and whenever I pinch a tit you will thank me and ask for more, slut,” Rose said as she shifted under me.
“Yes, Mistress Rose please punish me Mistress,” I answered trying to stay relaxed. I remembered what Joanna had told me the first time about not clenching up or it hurts even more. The swats started lightly, but not too light.
By the fourth one, they were full blast, each coming at about three or four second intervals and moving from one part of my ass cheeks to another, up to my waist and across and down to the crease of my thighs, and below in that spot that hurt the worst. I was trying to keep a mental count and grateful I didn’t have to count each one aloud. She stopped at what I figured as 15.
“How many, Josie?” Rose asked, grabbing my left nipple with a nasty twist.
“Thirteen, Ma’am,” Josie answered. I knew it was 15, but I didn’t dare object or they would most likely start over at one.
“Thank you Mistress, may this slut please have more punishment?” I asked, hoping that my form was acceptable.
“But of course!” Rose answered enthusiastically as she laid into me once more. She changed her timing, delivering two or three in quick succession then dropping off for ten to twenty seconds as I felt her rubbing and tapping lightly with the brush and not knowing when the next real smack would come and where it might land on my throbbing ass.
The next stop for a count came at what I had in my head for thirty, even after subtracting for two from the first counting, which really made it thirty-two. Rose reached under me to tug on my right nipple this time.
“Twenty-five, Ma’am,” Josie said.
“Thank you Mistress, may this slut please have more punishment?” I asked, stammering as Rose tapped Irene on the head and she hocked up a big gob of spit onto my face. Rose tapped her head again and another gob splattered across my eyes and nose. Then a third tap came and Rose smacked down hard on my ass. I caught my breath as Irene landed another spit right into my open mouth. Two more swats came quickly, then Rose stopped abruptly and slapped Irene hard across her face. I saw but mostly felt Irene’s wet tongue on my face, over my brows, on my closed eyelids as she licked and sucked at my face and the hairbrush descended three more times, hard and fast, followed by the brush rubbing up into my pussy crack, pushing my thighs apart, then crashing against my cunt, one, two, three, four times. I was biting my tongue trying not to scream as Irene shoved her own tongue into my mouth and sucked on her own spit. Then I felt the tap on Irene’s head as she pulled out of my mouth, reared back and let go with more spit across my face and into my still open mouth as the brush banged my ass another three times.
“How many are we up to now?” Rose asked.
“Thirty-five Ma’am” Josie replied. At least those 10 weren’t messed up, I thought, even though I had now received at least 42, but from where I was at that moment, counting really didn’t matter much. The next five came sharp and fast, with two more spits and then a lot of spit sucking as Irene was all over my face and again sucking into my mouth. She was still at it when the last 10 came in, two waves of five strokes, each of the five aimed precisely at the crease on the top of my thigh five to the right, five to the left.
“Is that 50, Miss Josie?” Rose asked, tapping Irene’s head one more time.
“Yes, Ma’am, that’s at least 50,” Josie chuckled as Irene held her hand under my chin and spit right across my eyes one more time.
“Thank you Mistress Rose, for punishing this slut,” I heard myself saying, as though from a distance. My ass was on fire, throbbing with spasms, and I was sure that I had deep bruises on my thighs. Irene stood up and helped pull me to my feet. I was reaching back to feel my ass when Joanna grabbed my wrist, pulling me across the room and over her lap as she sat on the sofa.
“Now it’s time for my 25, with this,” she said, pulling a long handled wooden spoon from between the sofa cushions. “And you will count each one, thank me for it and ask for the next. Understood?”
“Thank you, Mistress Joanna, will you please punish this slut, Mistress?” I asked, fighting back sobs as the first stroke shuddered clear through me.
“One, thank you Mistress, may I have the next one please?” I asked.
And so it went, as I finally broke completely into tears at about 13 or14, rasping out my thank you and begging for the next. Mistress Joanna decided to give me a short break, telling me to catch my breath by licking Irene’s ass. She called Irene over, tugged her panties down to her ankles and spun her around in front of my face, ordering Irene to bend and spread her cheeks.
So there I was, choking back tears and sniffling with Joanna shoving my face right up into Irene’s ass crack.
“Get that filthy tongue in there and lick deep,” Joanna sneered, yanking me by the hair.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said as my voice was once again muffled into the flesh in front of me. My tongue went in deep, moving up and down Irene’s crack, along the taint and to her cunt, back up and in deep once more. Irene was bucking and shoving against me as Rose stepped up to her and grabbed her nipples with a savage twist.
“Don’t enjoy it too much, you bitch,” Rose sneered through her teeth as she twisted hard. Irene groaned as Rose released her then slapped her hard across the face.
“Keep that tongue working,” Joanna added. And I did, until Joanna pulled me back by the hair and said, “Time to finish up this part, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, please continue with this slut’s punishment, Mistress,” I said, my voice still quivering.
“Where were we before I gave you a break, slut?” Joanna asked.
“Mistress, I believe it was at 13.”
“I thought we had given you 14, but we will start again at 13,” Joanna smiled as she pulled me across her lap. I knew we had finished at least 14, but I was afraid she would sandbag me back in the count, so I played it safe, and that’s where we started in again. Joanna took her time between strokes, twirling the spoon around and letting the handle drag across my slit and poking my asshole before flipping it in her hand and lashing out hard with it, the bowl of the spoon making a popping sound as it landed on the fattest part of my ass cheek. Finally, it was done, and my ass felt numb at that point.
“On your knees, and show me some proper gratitude,” Joanna snapped as she slid me off her lap and onto the floor. I scrambled to a kneeling position as I saw her present the spoon to my face so that I could kiss it while I thanked her for my punishment. I held position there, waiting for the next order when Mistress Joanna grabbed me by the nipples, twisting them hard as she pulled me up to my feet.
She picked up a metal collar from a side table and closed it around my neck, using a small tool to screw a pin into the latch so that the collar couldn’t be removed without removing the setscrew. A ring hung from the collar with a metal tag that said “slutsinner” on it.
“Time for some exercise slut,” Joanna smiled as she reached for a leather collar that she tossed to Josie to place on Irene’s neck, “and you too, old bitch. Let’s go.” Josie produced two chain leashes and snapped them onto our collars and yanked us along to follow Mistress Joanna out the side door. As I passed through the doorway, I felt Miss Josie grab the waistband of my G-String and rip it off me then put it in her pocket.
Joanna and Rose climbed into the front seats of the golf cart and Josie sat on the back, facing us and holding the loops on our leashes, pulling them tight then slacking them back, grinning all the while. We took off down the sloping hill, away from where I had been to the stables and kennels, past beds of beautiful flowers and shrubs. The slope flattened out near a grove of trees and I saw a huge swimming pool with a waterfall cascading into one end and not one but two large Jacuzzi tubs to the side. We skirted the pool and followed down another slope to a fenced garden, by now exhausted from trying to keep up with Joanna’s pace with the cart.
“All right sluts, let’s get some real work done, shall we?” Joanna asked.
Without waiting for a reply she continued. “You will spend a few hours weeding my vegetable patch,” she said, taking the leashes from Josie and pulling us through a wire gate. Irene, you cow, let us see those udders hang and let us hear you moo.”
Irene glanced at Rose and at me, then bent over with her tits hanging straight down and staring at the ground as she let out a loud “MOOOO!”
“Good old cow,” Rose said, taking her leash and pulling her to a row of tomato plants, still bent over with her tits hanging and swinging. “All fours, cow,” she added as Irene dropped down.
“Now, get to grazing all those tiny weeds,” Joanna commanded, “and let me hear another moo.”
Irene’s loud and mournful MOO echoed across the garden as Rose and Joanna turned to me. Joanna pulled on my leash and I followed her to the next row where lettuce and cabbage was growing. She gave the leash a sharp jerk and I dropped to all fours, but I felt her foot on my back and I lay down flat on my stomach.
“Hands out at your sides, worm,” Joanna said. “You won’t need to moo like cow Irene here because worms don’t make any noise, they just slither along. And that’s what you will do as you use that wormy mouth to remove the weeds from this entire row of lettuce, then back along the cabbages.” She shoved my head with the toe of her boot as I started pulling at the small weeds and stray blades of grass that seemed to carpet the spaces between the lettuces.
I started pulling the small plants with my teeth, worming my way along and feeling my belly and thighs being scratched from the dirt. I wasn’t sure what to do with what I pulled out, they didn’t expect me to eat it all, or did they? I pulled and pulled, clearing the space between the first two plants, then glancing down the long row of at least fifty more. I was still slithering between the first two when I felt a boot on my head, then I heard Mistress Rose.
“ Chew it all up and spit it out, worm,” she said. “You don’t have to swallow it, but you do have to grind it up.”
I went back over the ground where the stems and roots of the weeds and grass were strewn and sucked them into my mouth to chew the green shoots along with the dirt stuck to the roots.
“Oh, look at the worm suck that up,” Rose exclaimed, “just like a vacuum cleaner!” I kept on chewing up the disgusting mass in my mouth, then spit it out between the plants.
“Oh, no, that will never do,” Joanna added. “Use that wormy hair and spread that mess out before you go to the next plants.” She grabbed my ear and moved my head across the spit soaked mess, spreading it on the ground. I could feel the mud grinding into my hair.
“That’s how you do it, worm,” Joanna said, pulling her arm back and watching me spread the icky mess around the dirt with my hair.
I had progressed to the sixth or seventh plant when they obviously had grown bored with watching us while Irene grazed like a cow then was directed to chew it up like a cow’s cud before spitting it out in between the rows.
“I think we will spend some time at the pool while you two get your work done,” Mistress Joanna said as she headed for her golf cart. “Josie will make sure you stay busy.” And they left. I could see Josie’s rough shoes in the row ahead of me as I moved to the next plant.
Then she appeared in my peripheral vision as she squatted with her skirt pulled up, right in front of me. She pulled her panties aside and let out with a huge stream of piss, the force of it splashing onto my face as she made a puddle not a foot from my nose. When she finished, she reached into her pocket and pulled the tiny white silk G-string out to wipe herself. When she had done that, she took it and reached behind me, wadding it up and stuffing it into my butt crack.
“Keep that there for me, worm, and don’t you dare lose it,” she said. “And be sure you crawl through my special puddle I’ve just made for you, too.” So I started to belly-crawl through the mud created by Josie’s massive pissing as I moved to the next plants when her big foot pressed my face into the puddle, then she had me by the hair and making sure that it was all messed up with the muck of her piss and the garden soil.
I worked my way along the row squirming and spitting and rubbing the weeds with my hair, almost constantly being harassed by Miss Josie. She might kick my butt cheeks as I slithered to the next plant, or she would smack the bottoms of my feet with her crop, or she would stand with one foot on either side of my head and demand that I crawl forward. When I hit my shoulders against her ankles, she would lash my ass with the crop and demand that I keep moving, but of course I couldn’t get past her stout legs holding me back and I would just have to suffer through the lashing.
I moved to near the end of the row and she came along beside me. A glance up showed me that she was wearing a belt with several holster slots that held the dreaded yellow squeeze bottles. She pulled out two bottles and pointed them at my face and hair, squeezing out two streams of aged piss that immediately got in my eyes, almost blinding me while she laughed, then she turned to Irene who was crawling along the next row.
“Moo for me cow cunt, nice and loud,” Josie ordered. As Irene lifted her head to Moo, Josie let go with both the bottles all over Irene’s face and into her wide-open mouth. Irene choked and spit as she kept up her mooing and Josie laughed and squirted her again, this time landing both streams into Irene’s mouth.
I heard the soft purr of Mistress Joanna’s golf cart returning to the garden.
“Came to check up on progress here,” Joanna said, stepping down from the cart and slapping the side of her skirt with a riding crop. I saw her shadow pass above me as she went to examine Irene still sputtering under the wash of piss that Josie was still squirting all over her. I squirmed along the row, trying to show some real progress in this pointless, thankless task and I felt the tread of Mistress Joanna’s boot against my leg, then the toe of it up into my butt crack.
“Moving slowly, worm?” she asked. “Ah well, you can always come back to this, come along now.” She grabbed me by the hair and nearly pulled me to my feet by the force of her arms. She held me back at arm’s length to see the green stems stuck all over my teeth and the mud caked in my hair and down my face from Josie’s piss treatment.
She looped a rope around my neck and merely snapped her fingers for Irene to follow as she climbed aboard the cart and Josie settled beside her.
“We have an appointment at the stables for some new fun and games,” Joanna said as she set off with me running to keep up.
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