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by Candace Smith


  “Hush. Yes, Brian, though I don’t see why they would bother with her.”

  Aaron chuckled and said to Carlton, “I didn’t say we couldn’t get her to respond. It just took a little work to find the trigger. Now, she is rewarded with the comfort of six of our top male slaves for her efforts.”

  The six strong men in question took turns choreographing her torment. She was lifted off her feet and one of the slaves secured her hair to a lash hanging from a pole. Her hands were secured by short chains to a waist belt, and she hissed when she was lowered and left hanging by her long brown locks.

  Two long thin slats of wood were placed against her body, above and beneath her breasts. Long screws were inserted through each end, and they were twisted together until the girl was trembling silent tears. Still, she had not uttered a sound. Her hands clenched wildly, and a few times she tried to make a futile effort to raise them.

  The final act to her torture was two slaves piercing thin pieces of metal through the tips of her nipples, sliding on weights and twisting the ends together so the pulled down on her enflamed buds. The girl finally screamed. Samson ordered, “You know what to do, girl.”

  Amber wailed pleasantly and bent her shaking legs so her feet connected to the pole behind her, pushing her forward and spreading her pussy. Her fingers worked frantically until she finally drew juices and wailed a tormented climax. The six slaves quickly removed all the devices, and one of them held her in his arms until their Quarter Master gave them permission to return to their tent.

  At some point, Rylee had begun shedding silent tears as she watched the poor girl… and at some point, Rylee had issued a wet, aroused response.

  The next up was a familiar face, and Tammy immediately focused on Rylee and screamed garbled curses. The words were garbled, because Tammy’s tongue now protruded and extended down her chin more than two inches, and was thickened to a wide flat muscle. She hears Aaron say, “Weights and injections of saline for stretching. I decided to heed your warning and not give the girl encouragement to spread malicious gossip.”

  She was spread on an ‘X’ frame so her other modifications could be admired. Her clit had also been stretched, with the same use of weights and saline. Her labial lips had been liberally pierced with several rings laced so her pussy was sealed closed with only the obscene tongue of her clit dangling between them.

  “The south has been most instructive on how to accomplish these adjustments without causing damage. Her clit is just as sensitive as it was when it barely peaked with attention. But, you must see our final adjustment,” Aaron said excitedly.

  Samson removed a thin covering over the girl’s breasts, and Rylee gasped in alarm at the engorged mounds. The nipples had somehow been lengthened to at least two inches, and they were fat and spongy in appearance. Samson hefted a mound, and the girl eagerly wrapped her disproportionate tongue around the nipple, capturing most of its length and sucking greedily.

  “Prolactin,” Aaron whispered. “We built up her milk supply, and once we let her relieve her own pressure it’s increased even more. We’ve decided to see how much she’s willing to enlarge herself,” he chuckled. “Of course, she’s been denied access to herself today, so she’s aching with the need to relieve her pressure.”

  Rylee watched in fascination as the girl gulped her milk down, and Samson dropped his finger between her legs so she could thrust her enlarged clit against it. Her eyes closed into her private world of relief, and Rylee knew there was nothing she would ever risk to be sent to this hell.

  Tammy continued to care for herself at the edge of the circle, while yet another slave was pulled forward. It was a male with a shaved head and groin. His mouth was circled with a permanent ‘O’ ring, and his shaft was stiff and his balls large and painfully filled. Rylee looked closer and saw bands under the ridge of the head of his cock and at the base.

  Samson snapped his fingers and the man scrambled to his side on all fours. His wrist cuffs were chained to his ankles so he had to crawl. When he got closer, Rylee realized it was Richard, and she broke position to look at her mother’s shocked expression.

  Samson produced a curved leather plug, and Richard whined and his eyes teared up. The Quarter Master reached down and squeezed the heavy sack that held a build of seed that had not been able to pass the restraining straps to discharge. Richard shrieked through his gag and leaned over. He spread his cheeks and wailed while the plug was inserted. Within minutes of kneeling, he began thrusting his hips, and the massager worked his prostrate even more aggressively.

  “We let him finally cum in the morning, and he knows we use his own spend in his bottle. Essentially, we let him screw himself,” Aaron chuckled.

  Samson called another man over, and Rylee’s eyes widened at the size of him. The term, ‘hung like a horse’, came to mind, as the man’s stiff erection stood at least twelve inches out from his body. He knelt in front of Richard, and the ring had to stretch to allow him to pass into his mouth. After a few thrusts he removed his moist rod and knelt behind him. Richard was crying and trying to plead, while continuing his humiliating humping.

  “Brutus is too big for most of our slaves, so we use Richard as his pony to relieve him,” Aaron explained.

  Brutus removed the plug and wrapped two fingers around Richard’s small penis, encouraging him to keep thrusting and chasing his elusive orgasm. He spread the man’s cheeks, and Richard screamed as the impossibly big cock rammed into him, but he was soon wailing and thrusting against him as the fingers continued to tease.

  The rest of the tortures went by with a blur, and Rylee lay awake crying for hours at all she had seen. Although everyone watching became impassioned and aroused, the scenes had been frightening.

  The last day of the celebration, rounds were made to say goodbyes because everyone would be headed their separate directions in the morning. From what Rylee could gather from Brenda and confusing conversations, tonight was a night for announcements pertaining to the clan members and the hierarchy.

  Rylee knelt by Emmy and Carlton and watched clan members come forward. The cowboys took off their hats in respect for the leaders, and the women looked nervously at the patriarchs for their decision. All but one pair walked away happy that they could be joined. After checking the records, one couple was told they were fourth cousins, even though they came from separate camps. They walked away in tears after deciding they would suffer the law of sterilization so they could be joined.

  The final business was the declaration of the hierarchy, announcing their decision on procurers and the place the returning members would be taking. Cass was thrilled to learn that she and Donnie were to be welcomed after the Quarter Master, placing them only behind him and the foreman from the patriarchs. They were to be third in line behind the clan’s royalty, and Emmy was thrilled for her sister.

  When the announcements were being made for the new procurers, Steven and Brian stood tall before their father. There was a moment of confusion as Cameron’s son was led forward, and he looked down at his boy with pride. Bobby was nervous, but stood next to Brian to hear what the patriarch was declaring. “After discussing this with the patriarchs of the western clan, and the head patriarchs’ of the east, south and north, it is the decision of the west to send Brian and Bobby to the flatlands.”

  Rylee looked up at Steven and saw his face had paled as though he had been kicked in the stomach. What have I done to dishonor myself so badly that they are sending Brian without me? Even stranger, my father and mother looked pleased.

  “We have decided to keep Steven in the west to further his education on leadership, as he will be my successor one day. Our obligations for procurement for the clan will be fulfilled through our other son and his cousin,” Carlton stated.

  Steven looked into Rylee’s eyes, and he saw she was as surprised as he was. Apparently, this was some kind of honor, though he never heard of it being done before.

  He questioned his father long into the night, long after R

ylee’s eyes became too heavy to watch him, and she fell asleep thinking of his gray gaze when he looked at her in the clearing.

  The next morning, the clans rose early and began their long trek back to their camps.

  Chapter VII

  Rylee was happy to get back home. The confusion of the celebration had been exhausting, and she was looking forward to only dealing with the family and its requirements of her. She had become quite close to Brenda, and Emmy had even allowed them to talk quietly on the trip back to camp. Rylee was happy the Mistress was going to let her join them when Brenda was introduced to Jordon. She thought the Master would be good to her.

  Brenda was brushing her hair by the pond, and she said nervously, “Oh god… I’m so old. Suppose he wanted somebody younger.”

  “I don’t think so, Brenda. I think he’s going to like you just fine. Emmy’s really good at deciding these things, and Carlton only wants what will make Jordon happy.”

  Brenda lifted a slightly soft breast. “But, I’m so old.” On the lowlands, it would have been ridiculous to think of thirty-two as old, but they were no longer on the lowlands.

  The girls were distracted when Emmy called out, “Come on, girls. Carlton has left to get Jordon.”

  Brenda was shaking as she knelt in front of Emmy, and Rylee quickly squeezed her hand before getting into position. Brenda stared at the carpet and had talked herself into an agitated state, and her eyes filled with the anticipation that she would be rejected. She heard the men come in and greet Emmy, and the creak of the sofa when they sat.

  “Brenda, raise your eyes,” Emmy ordered softly.

  Her tears spilled when she lifted her head, and she looked at the man sitting next to the patriarch. The inherited gray eyes stared down at her from a face that was slightly wrinkled and sagging with age. Deep creases of sorrow still lined the forehead, but the strength and pride were close to the surface.

  “Greet your new Master properly, girl,” Emmy said.

  Brenda walked over and knelt before him, and for the first time in many years her fingers trembled while she released a man’s cock. When her lips circled him, Jordon hissed softly. He laid his head back on the sofa, and Rylee thought he was fighting tears as his fingers worked a soft massage on the head in his lap. She felt a wave of happiness for both of them.

  Within a week, Jordon was proudly showing her off to the rest of the settlement, and the light was back in both of their faces. The few times that Emmy brought her over and they could manage to whisper, Brenda told her she was happy, and that in private Jordon almost treated her as bonded.

  The winter came upon them swiftly, ripping through the mountains. Rylee spent most of the time indoors and was given a heavy fur and boots if she did need to go outside. She was reduced to heating water over the fireplace to wash, and could not believe she actually missed the frigid waters of the pond.

  The spring thaw came, but it was still a month before Emmy told her she could bathe outside. Brian spent most of his time at Cameron’s, studying Donnie’s instructions with Bobby. They would be leaving in a month, giving Donnie two months to train them before he left with the last acquisitions to the lodge, and back to the clan. There were accountants and business managers who were paid by a secret corporation to run the club, and Brian and Bobby would be left free to devise their targets and methods of capture.

  Steven became his father’s shadow, and followed him everywhere. In the darkness, before they fell asleep, Rylee would hear them say how Steven was going to make a strict but fair leader one day. It made her feel proud for him.

  Brian and Bobby left to go to the lodge where Henry would lead them to the flatlands and Donnie would pick them up. Cass made the trip back with Henry and settled into her fulltime life as Hank’s wife.

  Carlton returned one afternoon with a nervous, silent redhead, who was so scared to be called to the patriarch’s home that her numerous freckles darkened with her blushing cheeks. Rylee watched as the girl spent the afternoon kneeling by Emmy while Rylee planted the garden.

  Rylee was getting scared. She had no idea why Carlton brought the girl, and Emmy was paying very close attention to her. Within an hour, she had almost convinced herself she had either done something wrong or they were tired of her, and that they would be sending her to the quarters to wait to be shipped north. She was crying in frantic despair by the time the men came home.

  When she was called into the living room and ordered to kneel before them instead of between them, a place now taken by the red haired slave, Rylee issued a quick sob as she knelt. She glanced over at Steven, and saw he was grinning. She wanted to run and hide and cry her eyes out that he would be so happy to have a new slave to train.

  Emmy and Carlton knew it was cruel to let the girl think that she was being replaced, but they wanted to make sure their decision was sound. They had both discussed it with Steven, and although he vehemently denied it at first, he reluctantly discussed the possibility and was visibly relieved when his parents seemed supportive. Many of the afternoons Rylee thought Steven was with his father, he had actually been with his Uncle Phillip, to see how such a relationship worked.

  Carlton cleared his throat. “Raise your eyes.”

  “Yes, Master.” The tears shone such a beautiful crystal, Carlton thought wistfully. The girl he had selected from the quarters was more than trained in her duties, but she could never replace the ‘true treasure’ kneeling before him.

  “As patriarch of the western clan, I am trading you,” Rylee’s sob interrupted him. She just knew he was ordering her to the quarters. Carlton began again, “As patriarch of the western clan, I am trading you to Steven. He is your new Master.”

  Rylee’s mouth dropped open, and she looked in shock at her Mistress. In a rare show of humor, she winked and said, “Had you going, didn’t we?”

  Rylee looked at Steven, whose gray eyes lit with a sadistic, pleasing smile. “I don’t understand, Mistress.”

  “For goodness sake, Rylee.” Emmy almost laughed.

  Rylee continued to stare at Steven’s amused grin, and he snapped his fingers and pointed. She scrambled to kneel at his side, and he said, “Is that the proper way to greet your Master?”

  Epilogue

  Steven was a strict, demanding Master in the presence of others, and Rylee never disappointed him or left anyone questioning his abilities. His sexual appetites varied, but Rylee found herself looking forward to him returning home and the time they would have alone.

  He would leave her at Phillip’s, sometimes with Arianna who in her soft voice would tell her how difficult it had been for her to admit that she had fallen in love with the man who had captured her. She told Rylee that their bond was strong, and she no longer thought back on her life before the clan.

  After a few visits, with Arianna teaching her what was permissible for them to instruct Phillip’s other slave, Rylee finally asked, “Arianna, why are you telling me this? I enjoy spending time with you, but I don’t understand why suddenly they want us together.”

  “For a smart girl, you can be pretty silly,” Arianna smiled. “After your one year trial, Steven and you will be bonded. Emmy and Carlton are very excited about it. You do know they stopped your inhibitor weeks ago?”

  Rylee thought about it. While she was on the inhibitor, she never had her monthly, but now the queasiness in the morning was beginning to make sense. Arianna continued, “Emmy has a sixth sense about that stuff, and she’s correctly predicted almost all of us. She told me last week. They’re making bets on whether the baby’s eyes will be blue or gray.”

  The baby’s eyes were gray, but in the right light when he cried, flecks of blue crystal glittered. Steven named him Jordon, after his grandfather, and he looked forward to coming home to their new cabin in the evening where his bonded slave waited with passionate anticipation.

  Steven would sit in the living room and stare up at his beauty. “Is that the proper way to greet your Master?”

  The End
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