Whiplash!

by Candace Smith

  Carlton and the other ranchers came out of the lodge, shaking hands good naturedly and saying goodbye until Harvest Celebration. After he climbed into his saddle, Rylee was jerked forward and began the long trip to her new home.

  The group stopped several hours later, and only Rylee and her mom were untethered from the horses. Hank led her mom to the opposite side of the clearing, and instructed her to kneel. Rylee followed behind Carlton, and wished she had been one of the lucky ones still tied to the saddles. She climbed down to kneel in the soft pines where he pointed, and she whimpered as the intrusive rod pushed further into her bottom. When she cast her gaze down as she had been instructed, she saw the marks striping her breasts and coloring a continuing stripe from her slit.

  Carlton and Hank began pouring water down the throats of the slaves that had been trailing behind their horses. Rylee’s mind began to wander as she tried to envision herself escaping and freeing her mother to run down the mountain. Soon Carlton stood in front of her, and her false bravado disappeared.

  He tilted her chin up and emptied some water from the canteen into her parched throat. Rylee gulped frantically at the cool liquid. He pulled another bottle out of his saddle pack, and Rylee eyed the green pasty substance nervously. Carlton pulled her ponytail down, until she was staring up at the trees. He tilted the bottle into her mouth, and the thick substance began to fill her throat. Rylee coughed and began swallowing the horrid tasting gruel. It was a formula designed by the clans’ doctors years ago, containing a balanced measure of all the nutrients she would need for the day blended into a vegetable base with a pregnancy inhibitor.

  She remained kneeling by his side, once again staring at the ground as he ate a sandwich packed at the lodge. Her eyes began to close with the effects of her exhausting night of no sleep. All too soon, she felt her collar jerked and she was raised again to her tired legs to continue the journey.

  The sun was dipping low behind the trees when they stopped for the night at an alcove surrounded on three sides by rocks. There were the remains of a campfire in the fire pit and bolts imbedded into the rock. The captives were spaced around the walls and secured in uncomfortable positions for the night, with Marcy tied close to where Hank unfurled his bedroll, and Rylee on the opposite side of the small space where Carlton had placed his saddle and blankets.

  Hank prepared the fire and set the men’s dinner on to cook while he fed the horses. Carlton gathered Rylee and walked her a short distance into the trees. Small twigs and pine needles dug into her knees as he pulled her down, and she shivered when she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered.

  The invasion of his cock passed her lips and was aided by the hold he had on the sides of her head. When he breached her throat, she began to swallow and lick his thick rod as she had been instructed that morning, knowing she would be punished if she refused. After his salty load shot into her throat, her eyes teared as he held her head back until it was deposited into her stomach.

  The cowboy pushed down on her shoulders until her cheek rested on the dirt. He walked behind her, and she felt his fingers work at removing the plug that had been buried in her bottom since that morning. Rylee decided she must have pleased him, because she was finally permitted to relieve her cramping belly.

  By the time they returned to the campsite, the rancher’s dinner was ready, and Rylee was once more secured to the wall by a length of chain attached to her collar, with her hands bound behind her. The other slaves were beginning to curl up on the ground, but Rylee remained kneeling until Carlton pulled down on the chain. She lay down on the hard dirt, and instantly fell asleep.

  The trip back to the western clan lasted four days. For the most part, it consisted of monotonous trudging behind the horses, with the break at noon when the slaves were fed the noxious substance that was to be their diet. By the second morning, Rylee knew she would have to suck Carlton when he woke, and in the evening he used either her mouth or her pussy, which was finally adjusting to his size. The horrid plug was inserted at night, but Rylee decided it was not as bad as struggling with the device while she hiked behind the horse.

  Mid-afternoon on the fourth day of their trip, she saw smoke rising through the trees ahead, and the forest abruptly ended in a small town. Rylee looked around in frightened amazement at the fifty people excitedly gathering to look over the new captives and welcome the cowboys home. Besides the fifty townsfolk, there were numerous naked slaves, either performing laborious chores, restrained in different devices, or closed behind the bars of small cages. Thoughts of ever escaping the community seemed impossible.

  The travelers stopped in front of the large building that served as the main hall. Three men came out onto the porch, and Rylee could see the likeness between the older man, the two men flanking him, and Carlton. “Welcome home, son,” the old man held out his hand.

  “Thanks, father,” Carlton replied. His father and brothers were already stepping off the porch and into the street to look over the new slaves.

  Rylee trembled when the three men walked up to her. “I see you got that blonde you were eyeing,” his father commented, and grabbed Rylee’s chin to lift her head. She forced herself not to pull away as the brothers reached out to weigh her breasts, and they looked back at Carlton with appreciative glances.

  As eldest brother, Carlton had replaced his father as the head patriarch when he had turned sixty, three years ago. Carlton’s father and brothers reigned as the patriarchs and leaders of the clan. “Yes, and Hank took her mother. The others are up for grabs, and I replaced the labor slave.”

  The older man selected a slave, and then the brothers chose theirs. Hank turned the new male slave over to one of the handlers, and the remaining women were divided among the men according to their status in the clan.

  A pretty woman walked quickly towards the group and threw her arms around Carlton’s neck. She was tall, close to six feet, and her black hair was tied back setting off the dark eyes that glittered with her smile. She reached up and kissed him. “Welcome home, Carlton.”

  Rylee was shocked when the cruel man smiled at the woman affectionately and hugged her in return. “Hi Emmy, how are the boys?”

  “They’re fine, and they’ve taken care of things since you’ve been gone.” Emmy surveyed the remaining slaves by the horses, and her eyes narrowed on Rylee. “I see you got her.”

  Rylee trembled and wondered if the woman was angry that her husband had somehow acquired her. She was further confused when the woman looked up at him and smiled even wider. “How is she?”

  “Much more responsive than Amber. I think you’ll be quite pleased.”

  “What’s her name, again?” The couple approached the quivering girl, and the woman walked around her and trailed her fingers over the fading bruises from the cane.

  “Rylee. They were whiplashed, and Hank’s got her mother. Her father was useless and went to Tyler,” Carlton answered.

  “Oh, Cass is going to love that when she gets back next year.” Emmy was looking forward to her sister returning to the camp and marrying Hank. The thought that her former ‘boyfriend’s’ wife would be at her disposal, would be fun. Of course, Hank’s mother and hers would be in charge of training the woman until Cass arrived, but Emmy was already planning to suggest arousing scenarios involving the girl and her mother.

  Carlton read his wife’s mind. “The mother and the daughter look a lot alike, and the woman has kept herself in good shape.” Carlton untied Rylee from the horse, and a naked man took the reigns and led the animal towards the stables.

  “Well, I better get her washed up while you finish your business with your father. She sure has quite a chest on her, for such a little thing.” Emmy placed her hands under Rylee’s breasts and thumbed her nipples to erection while the girl squirmed.

  “I was surprised at the size of her tits; they didn’t look that big in the picture. I won’t be long. Keep the girl’s hands tied,” he warned. “She’s not as meek as the last
one, and I haven’t had much time to work with her.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you at dinner.” While the woman planted another kiss on Carlton’s lips, he looked over her head and his piercing gray eyes stared at Rylee in warning.

  Emmy took her lead and Rylee followed nervously behind her. She could not fathom her punishment if she dared to disobey Carlton’s wife. She tried to look around the settlement, but the leers of the men as they watched her led naked down the street like a dog became too degrading, and she wound up staring at the woman’s back.

  They approached a large cabin at the end of the dirt street, and two young men about Rylee’s age stood up from their chairs on the porch. There was no doubt these were twins, and Carlton and Emmy’s sons.

  “This her?” one of the boys asked.

  “Her name is Rylee. Hank’s got her mother,” Emmy informed them.

  Rylee backed up nervously when they walked up to her. It was somehow more humiliating to be displayed before boys her own age. Emmy jerked the lead. “Be still,” she ordered.

  One of the boys reached out towards her breast, and Rylee stepped back again while tears began to fill her eyes. “She’s not very well trained,” the boy noted, and he crushed her breast in his fist until she let out a sob. Rylee caught the unmistakable cast to his gray eyes that carried the same sadistic heat his father’s held when he caused her pain.

  “She only arrived the night before the clans headed home, so your father hasn’t had much time to work with her. I hope you two got your chores done,” Emmy warned.

  “That girl you gave us to work the garden was slow, and the man is practically useless.”

  “Steven, your father is not going to put up with excuses. You know how to get the slaves to move. Brian, what did the man leave unfinished? Please tell me he got the fencing done, at least.”

  The boys laughed and grinned up at her. “Everything’s done, mom. We were just kidding around with you.”

  “You two are going to drive me crazy.” She smiled and shook her head.

  “Yeah, well you’ll miss us next year when we leave to the flatlands.”

  “Stop that, Steven, you know how it depresses me.”

  The young man let go of Rylee’s breast and she gave another little sob of relief while the boy leaned down to kiss his mother’s cheek. “It’s only a few years, and then we’re back here forever.”

  Emmy straightened and smiled sadly. “You two can take off, but be back for dinner.” The young men headed towards the main area of the settlement and their mother called after them, “Don’t forget to clean up.” The boys kept walking and waved their hands in the air in acknowledgement. They wanted to try to get a look at the new slaves that had been brought back to the settlement.

  Rylee looked at the woman and shrank back as she quickly approached her with a frightening expression. She held the lead by Rylee’s collar and jerked her head up to stare into her eyes. “If you ever dare to pull away from my sons again, Carlton’s little games will seem like child’s play. Do I make myself clear, girl?”

  Rylee gasped, and tears spilled down her cheeks while she tried to nod. “You belong to this family… the whole family… and you will follow the orders given to you. I intend to make sure my sons enjoy the one season they have left before they leave me for five years.” Emmy stood back and looked the trembling girl up and down. She stared into the glassy, liquid blue eyes and listened to the hitching crying. Oh yes, she’ going to be much more fun than that other little twit. “You’re filthy.”

  Rylee had not bathed since their arrival at the cabin. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat, and dried cum had crusted onto her chin, chest and on her thighs. She was as anxious as this woman to get the mess washed off her. The leash tightened and she followed the woman around the back of the house and across the yard where a shed and table stood next to two horizontal beams. One was chest height and the other was even with Rylee’s hips. Next to the cleaning area was a pond being fed by a cold mountain stream.

  Rylee was brought over so she faced the lower of the beams, and the woman pulled the leash until she folded over it. Low whimpers were already filling the air, and Emmy’s eyes widened with excitement as she tied the leash to the floor of the platform. She dropped a short chain from the beam overhead and secured it to Rylee’s wrists, raising them off her back.

  The woman moved behind her, and Rylee brought her legs together when she felt long slender fingers trace the welts on her bottom. Surprisingly strong hands pushed at her thighs. “Get those legs spread, girl, or I’ll show you how a cane can really do damage.”

  Rylee remembered the agonizing beating Carlton had given her, and she slowly moved her legs apart. The woman kept pushing until she was almost on her toes. She began an examination of Rylee’s most intimate parts, and to Emmy’s delight, she whimpered and trembled delightfully. She pushed two fingers into her rectum and the girl shuddered. “I see Carlton has restrained himself until he gets you stretched. Well, the boys will help with that.” Emmy chuckled to herself when she felt the girl’s muscles squeeze her fingers. Next, she explored the girl’s pussy. “We’ll keep these muscles nice and tight.”

  Emmy took her responsibility to keep her husband’s sexual toy in top condition for his use, very seriously. She was determined to train this one properly, after the disappointment Amber had been. If not for the fact that no one in the camp seemed to be able to get a response out of the girl, Emmy would have felt like a failure. Keeping three fingers slowly thrusting in and out of the girl, she stroked her thumb through her folds until she began to lubricate and her clit emerged. Rylee whined and began to move her legs back together. The woman stood between them, keeping her spread. “Get those legs apart, now,” the woman warned.

  Rylee tried to move her quivering thighs apart again, and Emmy was rewarded with her sob. “You will not cum until I give you permission.” Rylee could feel small contractions of arousal, but she was terrified and certain she would never climax under these circumstances. She was wrong. The woman moved her fingers in and out of the constricting passage and applied just the right amount of stroking to the hardened nub. Within minutes, Rylee was sobbing and her cream was mixing with the dried sperm on her thighs. She moved her hips, trying to avoid the woman’s manipulations, knowing she was not going to be able to avoid her orgasm much longer.

  “All right, get it over with,” the woman muttered. Rylee immediately pressed into the woman’s hand, and Emmy noted the intensity of both her squeezing, trembling channel and the juices she expelled. She was pleased to note the new slave was a passionate little thing, and she would be able to use denial in her training.

  Rylee continued to sob. She was so confused and embarrassed that a woman could make her peak so violently. The thought of having to spend her life in this nightmare was terrifyingly depressing, and she was more afraid of Emmy than she was of Carlton. This woman would know how to force her responses, and she would demand her to perform whatever she decided would arouse her husband and sons the most.

  Emmy slid a tube inside Rylee’s pulsing channel and made sure it was well oiled before she retrieved it and stuck it into her tight bottom. Rylee squealed, and Emmy reached under with her free hand and pinched the still enflamed clit. “Get those fucking legs apart, girl. My sons are not going to be shoving their cocks into a filthy hole.”

  Rylee screamed when the bucket of cold spring water was poured into the funnel leading to her bowels. The woman removed the hose and quickly inserted a flanged plug. The freezing water was already cramping the small girl’s gut, and Emmy reached around to test the swelling of her abdomen. Tomorrow, she would use a bucket and a half.

  Fingers snapped the band holding her matted blond hair, and the freezing contents of the bucket were poured over her head. A sudsy lavender scent was worked through her dirty mane, and more water was poured over her to rinse it out. Rylee did not get her eyes closed in time, and the sting of the soap added to the tears from her tortured inside
s.

  At last, the plug was removed and a forceful gush of foul water expelled from her rectum. “Damn, I forgot they didn’t have time to clean you out and get you on the bottle at the lodge.” Rylee looked between her legs and watched the woman throw buckets of water over the platform to rinse it off.

  The woman unhooked her collar, only to attach her so she was arched over the other way and looking at the sky. Her clit was pinched harshly again, until she spread her legs. The tube and cold water cleaned out her channel, and then she was finally raised. Emmy hooked her collar to the beam hanging overhead from the side of the shed, and washed the rest of Rylee’s quivering body. The woman brushed out her hair and left her standing in the late afternoon sun to dry.

  Emmy came out of the house several times to check on her, and braided her hair and tied it with a strip of leather when it was dry. Rylee missed the woman carefully checking her eyes to make sure she was not disappearing into some fantasy world in her mind.

  When her husband came home, Emmy threw herself into his arms. “She’s perfect, Carlton. She’s such a tiny little thing, and everything is nice and tight. And… she’s so responsive. I almost didn’t have time to give her permission, but she fought to do what I said. Oh… and the sobbing and tears… she’s just perfect.”