by S. J. Lewis
She was a lot noisier about sucking than Barbie was. I’m not sure which version I preferred. I could feel my cock getting longer and harder as Toy’s wet lips slid up and down along the shaft. She was managing to avoid stimulating the most sensitive areas. I don’t know if that was by accident, design, or some special training that Stan had given her, but it felt so damned good anyway that I was willing to let it go on forever. Then she edged even closer and started tilting her head left and right as she began sucking faster and noisier.
Then she broke off sucking entirely. She managed to get my cock completely out of her mouth before I could stop her. She started licking and kissing it, sliding her tongue from the base to the tip and all around the shaft. Okay, that felt good too, and the gasping little breaths she took as she did that had a stimulating effect. It was clear that she didn’t regard fellatio as mere mechanical sucking until the man came, but as more of an art form. I still had no complaints, and after a minute or so of this tongue bath she took me back into her mouth and really went to work. I just had to look down and watch.
I don’t know if Toy enjoyed sucking or not, but it certainly looked like she did. Her eyes were closed and her expression was one of rapt concentration. Her head kept moving back and forth with quick, fluid motions, and she kept tilting it from side to side as she worked. Now I could feel the tip of her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock, sliding up and down as she sucked. I knew I couldn’t hold out against that for long. Her nipples were stiffly erect. It wasn’t at all chilly in the barn and I certainly hadn’t so much as touched them, so maybe this turned her on after all. Then she quickened her pace, slurping and grunting noisily. I felt myself starting to come. I couldn’t quite stifle a warning groan. Toy must have heard it, but she gave no sign that she had. I groaned again. I couldn’t help it. Toy just kept going at the same pace.
Then I came. It was ferociously intense. I thought I was moaning and groaning loudly enough to wake up anybody sleeping in the lodge. As soon as she felt my first hard ejaculation, Toy took me in as deeply as she could and just stayed there. She was still sucking. I could see her cheeks pulled in and the look of utter concentration on her face as she waited until I had emptied myself into her warm, wet mouth. She waited until I was done, and then she waited until I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She gasped once for breath, her eyes still shut. I saw a little trickle of semen escaping from the corner of her mouth. She quickly licked it up with her tongue, tilted her head back and very visibly and very noisily swallowed. She kept that pose for a moment before taking another gasp of air and opening her eyes to look up at me. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I still had a fistful of her hair. I let her go and stroked her head gently. She leaned forward again and began to lick my cock clean, giving it tiny kisses into the bargain. I felt as thoroughly drained as I’d ever felt, but her attentions felt both pleasurable and flattering so I let her keep going. She finished up with a feather-light kiss to the tip of my cock. It made me shiver briefly. When she let her head drop, I saw that I’d pulled the ziptie tighter than I’d intended. Her hands were darkening from lack of circulation. I bent down to snip it away with the small pair of wire cutters I’d brought. Toy groaned with relief and slumped over onto her side.
***
“I didn’t teach her all that,” Stan had told me when I spoke to him about it later. “I taught her some of it. The rest of it she came up with on her own. How’d it feel when she just latched onto your cock like a leech when you came?”
“It felt great,” I’d told him. “Are you gonna train Barbie to do that?”
“Hell,” he’d chuckled. “From now on I’m gonna train all our girls to do that!”
***
We didn’t just keep the girls in the barn all the time. We always brought them outside twice a day for some exercise. There was a nice large grassy spot next to the barn where Stan would put them through their paces. They still wore their collars, but we switched their chains for ropes during exercises. It was a lot like training horses, in some respects. Stan would hold the end of a girl’s rope and make her walk around and around him in a circle for a while. He would tell her what kind of steps she should take, and correct her with a swat from a riding crop if she didn’t do as she was told. While one girl was being exercised like that the other was tethered to a metal ring screwed to the wall of the barn, waiting her turn. It was a shady spot for most of the day, and the grass provided something soft to lie on. It was interesting to watch the girls being worked. Barbie’s tits were full and firm, but they still jiggled and wobbled during her more vigorous steps. Toy’s body was both leaner and harder. She seemed to like showing it off to us during her exercises.
It wasn’t all just walking. Stan taught them some stretching and bending exercises as well, and that was even more interesting to watch. I think if somebody could put together a nude exercise video for women he’d make most of his sales to men. There’s something fascinating about a healthy, naked female body, gleaming with sweat, twisting and bending and stretching and flexing that grabs up all your attention while it puts your brain in neutral. Barbie was always blushing during those exercises. We didn’t care if it was from embarrassment or arousal by then.
Once the girls had worked up a good sweat we let them cool off for a while, but not always right away. Watching them never failed to get us horny. Before they got a rest, at least one of them got a quick, hard fucking while she was on all fours in the grass. Barbie couldn’t seem to get used to being screwed outdoors in the daylight. She wriggled and moaned a lot, but stayed in place for it. On the other hand, if Toy got fucked and she didn’t she always looked a little hurt and disappointed.
Being kept naked all the time seemed to have broken down some of their inhibitions, which was what it had been intended to do. During their cool-down time they kept close together, leaning against each other, sometimes putting their arms around each other. That’s as far as it went without some encouragement. Toy was still willing to play the dominant over Barbie.
What came after the girls had a chance to cool down and catch their breath was always fun. We’d converted one of the four stalls in the barn four years ago. Part of it was converted to a small enclosed lavatory. The rest of it had a drain set in the bare cement floor. We’d lead the girls in and handcuff them to a stout pipe above their heads. Once they were secured, we removed their collars for what came next: Washing them down. There was a water line running to the barn, but it was only for cold water. The water was drawn from a well, and believe me, it could get pretty cold. We only used the cold water for rinsing them off, though. For the washing, we used hot water in buckets, soap, sponges and soft brushes. We always washed their hair too. Barbie’s was so long that it presented something of a problem for us.
The girls seemed to enjoy the washing. Like I said, if our playmates behaved we treated them very well. We were always gentle and thorough with the washing, soaping them up and getting to every nook and cranny of their lovely young bodies. I’m pretty sure that all the attention and all the hands running over them would have turned them on more if it hadn’t been for the rinsing off that followed. For that we had to use a hose, and all that cold water. It always got them to jumping and squealing, turning this way and that to protect some sensitive part from the chilly blast. By the time we had them completely rinsed off they were panting and gasping. It made their nipples stand out too.
We dried them off ourselves, with just as much attention to detail as washing them. That was where Barbie’s hair slowed things down. It always got tangled, so we had to brush it out while we dried it. That meant running a long extension cord from the lodge down to the barn so we could use a hair drier with a brush attachment. Toy’s hair never needed as much work. I think she was a little jealous of the extra attention Barbie got because of her long blonde hair. As for Barbie, she just loved that part. She would stand perfectly still while we combed and brushed and dried her long mane. She always kept her ey
es closed for it, but from her expression you could tell that she liked it a lot.
The truth was that we kinda liked it too, washing and drying and grooming our playmates. We’d been doing it for years, and it never lost its charm.
Usually, the next thing we did was put the girls back in their stalls and let them be for a while. Sometimes they napped. If they did, we always interrupted their sleep by banging their doors open. They always had to get into position then, but we didn’t always use them. It kept them off balance in more ways than one, breaking up their sleep patterns and letting them wonder which intrusion was for sex and which was just for ‘inspection’.
***
This particular day, we only exercised them in the morning. Stan and Jim were going to take a hike up into the hills back of the lodge and try to bag some rabbits or quail. It was a long enough hike that they’d be staying out overnight, and Stan meant to take Barbie with them. The girls didn’t know about this.
“While we got her out,” Stan said to us as we all sat around the kitchen table at lunchtime. “I want the rest of you to start preppin’ Toy for somethin’ special. That girl seems to be on the adventurous side, so I figured we could go ahead.”
“Prepping her?” I asked. “You mean for anal sex?” That’s what it had to be. We’d already done everything else we could to her.
“Yeah,” Stan nodded. “You know the drill. Get it done no matter what she says or does, but if she freaks out too much about it we’ll put off the real thing for a day or so. You’ll have to keep a close eye on her, mind. Limber as she is, she’s gonna be in some real discomfort for a while. Keep her like that for as long as she can stand it, and for just a little while after that. She’s still got too much independence. I want her to be reminded that she’s our slave and playtoy while she’s here. Keep her uncomfortable for long enough often enough and she might actually view getting fucked up her cute little ass as a relief.”
“What about the blonde?” Jim asked. Stan laughed.
“You really have a thing for that long-haired, long-legged bitch, don’t’cha?” He grinned and then shook his head. “I dunno ‘bout Barbie yet,” he said. “You and I can test her a little tonight at the camp. We’ll be back late tomorrow afternoon, and I figure to tap Toy’s ass tomorrow night, right after it gets dark. We’ll do it in her stall, and bring Barbie in to watch. If we keep an eye on her while she watches what we do to Toy we might get a better idea what she thinks of it and we’ll know how soon we can…uh…initiate her.”
***
Barbie was more than a little surprised to find out that she was going on a short hunting jaunt with Stan and Jim. She was even more surprised when she was actually given some clothes to wear for it. They weren’t much, only a pair of white cotton panties and a long, light gray dress that buttoned down the front and looked like something from long ago. It had a high neck, long sleeves and the skirt fell almost to her ankles. She also got a pair of blue boat shoes to wear. The shoes were her size. The panties looked like they were her size, and they almost were. The dress, though, must have been made with a more slender woman in mind. It was tight across her breasts and hips. Her final surprise came when she was made to carry the lone backpack they were bringing with them. She could see that there were only two sleeping bags, but if she had any questions about that she kept them to herself.She wasn’t tied or handcuffed, but she kept her collar. Stan attached a length of light chain to it as a leash. The last we saw of them that day was as they followed a trail into the woods, Jim in the lead and Barbie following along behind Stan at the end of her leash.
All the unusual activity had piqued Toy’s curiosity. We could see her watching through the bars of her stall while everything was going on. It must have been a real strain on her not to ask any questions, but she kept her mouth shut. When Jack, Fred and I entered her stall after we saw the others off, she immediately got into her proscribed position, ass up and hands back. The first thing we did was put padded black leather cuffs around her wrists and clip them together.
“Up,” I ordered, and she came up on her knees with a wicked little gleam in her eyes. She thought she knew what was coming, but she was wrong. We took the dog collar off of her and replaced it with a much wider and heavier collar. She probably wondered about that too, but she still didn’t ask. The collar was so wide it had two buckles and it forced Toy to keep her head up. It had a short length of chain hanging down in back. She made a little cry of dismay when we hauled her hands up so we could connect it to the clip connecting her wrist cuffs. The short chain kept her hands up in the middle of her back. She looked really puzzled when the next thing we did was stuff a bit gag into her mouth and buckle it tightly in place. By then she was getting visibly nervous about what was going on, but she was in no condition to try to stop any of it.
We made her lie face down on her blanket. I held her in place while Fred and Jack doubled her legs and tied each one calf to thigh with nylon rope. I’ve heard that called a ‘frogtie’. I’ve heard it called other things as well, but the net result if you put a woman tied that way on her back no matter what she does her knees are up and she’s easily available for fucking. Toy must have thought that’s what we had in mind. She was wrong again. Oh. We’d ride her pretty hard later, but for now we just left her like that and shut the stall door behind us.
We didn’t leave her alone, of course. I stayed behind to keep an eye on her while Fred and Jack went off to do some fishing. Fred had caught a couple of nice largemouth bass yesterday and they were hoping to catch a couple more for another dinner of fresh fish. When one of them came back to relieve me, I could try my own luck off of the dock.
I could hear Toy trying to call out, but the bit gag made it all but impossible for her to form intelligible words. I kept peeking in through the bars where she couldn’t see me just to see how she was doing. She kept trying to find some position, any position at all that was marginally less uncomfortable, but she couldn’t hold one for very long before finding some new discomfort to torment her. She tried it on her belly, she tried it on her back and she tried it on both sides. Sooner or later she had to move again. After a while the noises she was making sounded like she’d given up on trying to speak any words at all around the heavy bit. I heard moans and groans and once or twice I heard a whimper. What probably made it all worse for her was she had no idea why we’d done this to her, and no idea how long it was going to last.
Chapter Ten
It was a long, hard trudge up into the hills. The hills themselves weren’t so high, but they were incredibly steep in places. Susan followed along behind her captors. The weight of the pack she had to carry kept her bent slightly over. She was glad that her hands were free. She wouldn’t have been able to climb the slopes at all otherwise. She was also glad that they’d given her shoes to wear. The trail that wound its crooked way upwards seemed to be paved with exposed tree roots and sharp rocks.
Now that she was wearing clothes again, she thought of herself as Susan, not Barbie. It was a strange feeling, not being naked. She had just gotten used to the constant nudity, even started to enjoy it in a twisted kind of way, and then they made her put clothes on again. The dress was something she never would have chosen to wear herself. It covered her up far too thoroughly. It was also a bad fit. It was too tight in the bust, compressing and flattening her breasts, and too snug in the hips. She wondered how long they would make her wear it. She also wondered what they were going to do to her later. She felt uneasy away from Toy now, almost as uneasy as she had felt when she first saw her, naked, collared, bound, gagged and leashed as she had been several days ago. She had gotten used to the routine the men had established. It had been predictable and thereby sort of comfortable, even with all the rough sex they’d inflicted on her. Actually, she’d come to enjoy that part, especially when the big, burly man they called Jim wanted her. She’d even come to look forward to him taking her from behind while she was all hot and sweaty and tired from the exercises, her
head hanging low while she was on all fours in the long grass. Jim was a big man, in every respect, and the thrill of being fucked like an animal while others watched was sometimes enough to get her close to orgasm all by itself. Jim’s thick, heavy cock plowing into her again and again was always enough to push her over the edge. Coming noisily while the others watched was another thrill that she was sure she would miss when this was over.
They topped the hill. The ground leveled off. It even dropped away a little in the direction they were heading and Susan sighed. It would be a relief to go downhill for a while. They hadn’t gone far when they came to the edge of the woods. Through the thick brush at the limit of the trees, Susan could see open fields. It didn’t look like anyone was farming them, because all she could see was long, long grasses, some green, some yellowing, some already turning brown. They halted just inside the woods in a small clearing.
“You can drop the pack now, Barbie,” Stan told her. He kept hold of the length of chain that was padlocked to her collar. She obeyed with another sigh and then stood waiting for the next command. She could feel her Barbie persona bubbling back to the surface, nervous, apprehensive and horny.
“Get’cher clothes off,” Stan ordered with a twitch of her leash.
All Barbie could think about was how much it felt like that first night at the campsite in the woods. She felt suddenly shy as she fumbled at the buttons of her dress with shaky hands. There was no reason for her to feel shy, was there? They’d already seen her naked for days, hadn’t they? Nevertheless, she felt shy, even embarrassed as she unfastened the buttons. She couldn’t bring herself to look at her captors.