Chapter 22
To my surprise, we were allowed to sleep late into the next morning. Jess
told us he had special plans for us later in the day. I looked around, noticing
that Frank and the slaves were gone, but knew better than to ask Jess about it.
I felt a renewed twinge of embarrassment at our nudity with Frank back in his
clothes.
I was just grateful that we were allowed to prepare food, then told to bathe
and clean out our back passages, then allowed to rest again. Remarkably,
neither mother or I showed much trace of the beatings and abuse we had taken.
Early in the afternoon Frank reappeared, but without the slaves. They
huddled together in quiet conversation, then Jess approached us and said, "We
are going to have a long session, just the four of us. Don't worry, your slaves
are tucked away nice and safe, no harm will come to them, at least not by us.
"What we're going to do is a little advanced training. Nothing too
different, just that for the next little while you will take your punishment
without being able to see it coming."
They led us to the water wheel, only now it was fitted out a little
different. Mother was taken to one end and me to the other. I saw that large
dildos curved up from stands bolted to the floor on both sides of the wheel.
They let me stand and watch as they backed mother up to one side, shackling her
ankles wide apart. They forced her back over the curving wheel and pulled her
arms down on either side, cuffing her wrists down and pulled back, manacled with
foot long chains, which attached to the hub of the wheel on each side. This
left her with considerable movement, but then they started rotating the wheel
until she gasped as the dildo on her side forced its way into her rectum.
When she was impaled on the shaft they turned to me. I didn't resist as they
positioned me with my back to the wheel and picked me up with one hand on my
back and the other under each of my thighs. I actually put my arms around each
of their necks to help.
I moaned as they lowered me down onto the thick dildo, grateful they had put
some grease on it beforehand. I heard the wheel lock click off, and then they
were laying me back against the wheel with my back arched till I felt my head
being forced a little to the side as my head lay down beside my mother's. With
my weigh supported partly by the wheel against my back and partly by the thick
shaft in my ass, they moved down to pull my legs apart and shackle my ankles to
chains widespread on the floor. My wrists were also chained to the hub on
either side.
When they were finished, mother's head was beside mine, our hair on each
other's shoulder. Neither of us had enough slack in our shackles to rise
completely off the shafts up our rectums. I heard them release the wheel lock,
and a moment later the wheel turned and another inch or so of the wooden pole
jammed into my asshole, making me grunt and strain up onto my toes to try and
relieve the feel of the thing probing into my bowels.
The men produced pieces of cloth, but before they tied them over our eyes
they laid small coins against our eyelids, Jess saying, "Just so you don't cheat
and try to open your eyes to peek, remember these coins would hurt like hell if
you open your eyelids."
It was a very effective way of keeping our eyes closed. I felt a sudden
sense of panic in my guts, my other senses suddenly becoming acute. I listened
for any sign of movement. Jess spoke, "Frank and me have to take care of the
horses and dogs for awhile, but we don't want you two idle till we get back.
It's only right that you bitches do some exercise to tone up for what we have in
store for you. Now I'm sure you both know how to teeter totter, and that's what
you are going to do till we come back. We won't leave till you have a good
rhythm going, and I mean I want to see those shafts going all the way in and as
far out as you can get them.
"No matter how long we are gone, when we come back I expect to see you moving
with just as much enthusiasm as when we leave. If you're not, we're going to
hang you by your tits and give you each a hundred with the bullwhip.
Understood?"
"Yes, master," we said in unison.
"Let us help you get started," he said.
Suddenly the wheel started to turn. I felt my feet leave the floor and cried
out in surprise as the dildo slid out of my bowels. When the chains on my
ankles grew taunt, not much more than the rounded tip of the pole was in my
rectum. Then the wheel reversed and I felt myself descending, the shaft sliding
back up my rectum to fill my bowels. My feet hit the floor and my knees bent.
The wind was knocked out of me as the momentum of the heavy wheel kept me from
stopping the relentless intrusion before the pole bottomed out in my guts.
I used all my leg strength to push back up, getting the momentum going in my
favor for a change, hearing mother's loud grunt of pain next to me ear as she
experienced the same ass fucking I had just gone through.
"That's it, bitches, now keep going no matter what, and don't talk to each
other while we're gone or you'll get the same treatment I promised."
