Cinny trained Heather while Linny trained Kim. For two hours, the mother and daughter were pranced and trotted around by the teenagers. After thirty minutes, Cinny removed the constricting harness from Heather for fear that the breasts might be harmed if squeezed so tightly for very long. Heather had to put up with the bouncing and jiggling on her chest after that and couldn't figure out if the constriction or the animation was worse.
After training, both slaves were led to the shower and Kim's harness was removed. The slaves were positioned back to back as the girls washed and scrubbed their fronts. Then they were placed facing each other and both blushed furiously as they found their breasts pressing against the other's.
When the slaves were clean, they were moved several feet away from one another but still facing each other. Then, Cinny and Linny masturbated them. The mother thought she would die of embarrassment at her daughter witnessing such a depraved act. The daughter also thought she would die of embarrassment but soon found that she enjoyed watching her mother being used as some sort of sexual plaything. Again, she was struck by just how truly gorgeous her mom was. She especially liked it as Heather was drawn closer to her orgasm. She could see the toned muscles of her belly quivering and saw the inviting nipples stiffening as her face and chest became flushed. Kim thought that there could be no more erotic sight in the world than this.
That night, Faith and Heather bookended Jane in bed while the twins kept Kim between them. Jane thought about sharing one of her girls with the twins since there were once again three mistresses and three slaves in the house. But she wanted Heather in her bed so they could talk. And she wanted to keep Faith close until it was time for her favorite slavegirl to leave.
"Are you still certain about your decision?" asked Jane as she faced Heather and traced one of the slave's nipples with her fingertip. Faith was spooning behind Jane and caressing her mistress' hip.
"Yes, Mistress," came the reply. "I'm certain."
"It didn't bother you that I gave you to my daughters for the afternoon? Or that they masturbated you in front of your own daughter?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. It bothered me. I felt like I was being rejected when you gave me away," explained Heather. "And I thought I would die of humiliation when I was forced to orgasm." "Then why do you want to stay?"
"Because of the way it makes me feel," said Heather. "Like I said earlier, I have not felt like this in over eight years. I feel all liquid inside. And I feel like I can trust you."
Jane laughed softly. She paused and reached between Heather's legs, sliding a finger into her and pulling it back out. She then resumed her circling of the nipple, painting it with her slave's juices. "From what I can tell, you really are all liquid inside."
"How do you plan to tell your husband?" Jane asked.
Heather's eyes flew open wide. "Do I have to tell him?"
"Well I don't know how you keep it from him. He's bound to find out sooner or later. How will you explain all of the time you will be spending here?"
"Couldn't I just be your slave when he is on business trips?"
"No," replied Jane. "You will be my slave always. And you will come when summoned."
"Yes, Mistress," sighed Heather.
"You could be my sub instead," offered Jane. "I'm not nearly so demanding of my subs."
"I don't think that would be the same for me," responded Heather.
"Well, you sleep on it. But know that I will be very demanding. If I want to shave your sex, the hair will be gone. If I decide to brand you, you will wear my mark. If I decide to ring your nipples, they will be pierced. If I decide to share you with others, you will be fucked by men you don't know and possibly some who you do know."
Heather felt a chill rush through her body at the little speech. "Yes Mistress. I will sleep on it."
Chapter 20
Each day, Jane would leave for work and give Heather to the girls. Faith was allowed to relax and pamper herself. She mostly used this time to darken her all-over tan before going back to school. Sometimes, she would wander over to the corral to watch the training. While she did not like being a pony at all, she found that she did understand what people saw in it. Seeing a near-naked girl prancing with her knees high was an incredibly erotic sight.
Kim was quite beautiful. She still had a touch of baby fat that gave her a youthful and innocent look but she also had very enticing feminine curves. And her well developed chest looked luscious even to Faith who was an avowed heterosexual.
What Faith found surprising was her attraction to Heather. If Kim was beautiful, Heather was stunningly gorgeous. Every aspect of her, taken singularly or in combination with the other features, was divine. Faith loved watching her muscles straining with each new exercise. She loved the way her body glistened in the sunlight from her exertions. She loved the way her hair billowed out behind her as she ran. And she loved the way the full, firm breasts bobbed and swayed as she moved.
On Heather's second day of captivity, Jane had instructed Faith to shave the new slavegirl. Faith had done that in the morning before sending her out to meet the twins in the barn. Faith even thought that Heather's sex was beautiful. It easily opened into a delicate flower with dewy petals and a coral pink nubbin at the top. Jane had also instructed Faith to give the new girl an orgasm so Faith made sure to keep brushing against the little pink pearl with her fingers as she stroked the razor through the black bush. By the time Heather's mound had been denuded, she was panting and moaning and it only took a couple of flicks of Faith's tongue to push her over the edge.
Heather was exhausted and sunburned after her day of training by the twins. Her porcelain skin would eventually tan up but it was obvious that the new slave had rarely seen the sun during the summer. Faith inherited some new chores. Each morning, she was to give Heather a massage and then lead her in stretching exercises. She was to apply sun screen to Heather in the morning and then at least one more time during the day. And she was to give her a rub down and bather her after training. The twins were not real wild about Faith taking over the bathing. They enjoyed their little masturbation ritual at the showers with their slaves. They grumbled but had to make do with just toying with Kim's body.
Faith loved her new tasks. She diligently kneaded all of Heather's sore muscles and again marveled at the beauty of the naked woman lying on the table in front of her. Even though she was a self-proclaimed heterosexual, she found herself becoming aroused by the nearness of her slave sister. After she kneaded the muscles of one part of the body, her fingers danced over the smooth, flawless flesh, delicately caressing Heather's body.
When Faith finished massaging the back, she had Heather turn over and she repeated the actions on the front. Jane had not instructed her to give Heather an orgasm but, then again, she had not prohibited it. So once she finished her chore, she toyed with her slave sister's body until she climaxed. She coaxed a second orgasm out of Heather when she applied the sun screen and then sent her out to be trained by the twins.
On the third day of Heather's slavery, training finished before Jane got home so Faith took her charge from the twins and led her to the bath. She gave her a brief rub down as the tub was filling and then let Heather relax in the hot, steamy water.
"You are awfully beautiful,' said Heather as she looked at Faith who was kneeling by the tub. "And awfully caring. Thank you for pampering me."
"You are welcome," replied Faith. "I love taking care of you. And thank you for thinking that I'm pretty but, if I'm beautiful, I don't know what word could possibly describe you. You are way beyond beautiful."