"Beats me. Which would you prefer?"
Alana laughs. "I guess it might be nice to have a slave brother."
"Mom thinks he's slave material," offered Kelly. "She didn't picture him as a master."
"Well maybe I'll include him then," said Meredith. "It seems that Grace has this all planned out too."
Their conversation was interrupted by some shouts. The three heads peeked up over the rocks and looked down into the clearing. Running across the grassy opening being pursued by two men with guns. The girl was almost back into the woods when a third hunter emerged from the side of the clearing, raised his gun and shot, leaving a bright blue spot on the girl's thigh. The girls had seen their first slave being bagged. The winning hunter walked to the girl and stood over her, pulling a blue tag out of his pocket. He leaned down and, with an industrial size clamp attached to the tag, clipped it to the girl's nipple, causing her to shriek. They saw the hunter saying something to the girl but they were too far away to make out any words. At about this time, the first two hunters arrived at the girl and all three hunters carried on a conversation with the captured slave at their feet.
One of the hunters was scanning the area, obviously looking for more prey. As his gaze turned toward the three girls, all three heads ducked down quickly. Alana was the first to peek her head back up and saw the man pointing into the woods in the direction they had come from. All three hunters started back in that direction, leaving the girl with the clamped nipple and the paint blot lying alone in the clearing. The men disappeared into the woods and, about fifteen minutes later, a jeep arrived. Two men got out of the jeep, hogtied the blue slave, and threw her into the back of the jeep to drive her back to the ranch.
"That was sure different," said Kelly.
"Wow, that was exciting!" exclaimed a flushed Meredith who was rubbing her thighs together unashamedly.
Alana laughed softly. "You really are too much."
The afternoon wore on. The girls weren't sure how late it was, but guessed it to be about 3:00. "What do you suppose happens if nobody shoots us?" asked Kelly.
"I don't know. Maybe we're free?"
"I sure hope someone shoots me. I'm so horny I'm about to explode!" claimed Meredith. "I need a cock and I don't care what's attached at the other end at this point!"
"Well, we don't have cocks, but I'm sure Alana and I can help you out," offered Kelly as she reached over and started toying with Meredith's stiff and aroused nipples.
"What the heck," said Alana as she pushed Meredith onto her back and then laid down between her spread legs. Kelly moved her lips from a nipple to Meredith's lips and then back to a nipple, repeating this over and over again. Alana used her newly learned skills to tease and toy with Meredith's overheated sex, nibbling on the clit, stroking the labia, stabbing into the vagina until Meredith was moaning loudly.
"Quiet her down," warned Alana. Kelly quickly solved the problem of the noisy slave by squatting over the girl and lowering her own sex to muffle Meredith's moans. She continued to toy with the nipples rolling them back and forth and pulling them upward, stretching Meredith's large breasts into long cones on her chest.
Alana returned to her task and swirled her tongue around the throbbing clitoris causing Meredith's belly to quiver. Kelly was enjoying her role as muffler as Meredith would open her mouth and flutter her tongue over Kelly's gaping sex. Alana's tongue and lips soon proved too much for Meredith to bear and her entire body tensed in a gigantic orgasm. As soon as Meredith had stopped moaning, Kelly lifted herself off the girl's face and then relaxed, resting her head on Meredith's breast to use it as a pillow. "Mmmm, that was nice," observed Kelly.
"Mmmmmm, I'll say," murmured Meredith.
The sun kept getting lower in the sky and the girls were starting to get hungry. "We have to figure out what we're going to do or we might find ourselves out here all night," said Alana.
"That's fine with me," said Kelly. "I'm in no hurry for more abuse. Besides, what else could they do to us? Make us slaves?"
"I don't want to stay here all night. I still want those cocks," said Meredith with a twinkle in her eyes. This earned her a punch on the shoulder from both other girls.
The three girls were lying together with Kelly in the middle. Kelly was growing bored and was entertaining herself by suckling on one of Alana's nipples for a bit before moving to suckle one of Meredith's. Meredith was trying to take a nap and kept trying to swat Kelly away but eventually gave up and closed her eyes. Alana was deep in thought about what Meredith had said earlier. She felt pretty much the same way as Meredith and she found it disturbing. How can being owned by someone else and being put through an endless string of humiliations be exciting and appealing?
Their nap time was finally interrupted by a feminine voice. "Hello, my lovelies."
The three girls snapped awake and sat up quickly, looking up to see a woman in a western riding outfit pointing a gun at them. "Everyone has been looking all over for you. You were considered the prime catches of the day. You found a great hiding place."
"But now we have a problem. I'm only allowed to bag two and yet there are three of you."
"Hello, Mistress," said Alana.
The woman smiled at Alana and shot her, leaving a bright purple spot splattered on her chest. "Hello, girl." The woman then shot Meredith and Meredith ended up wearing an identical purple splatter on her belly. "I'd love to shoot you too, little one," she said to Kelly, "but I'm only allowed two. So you run along."
"What?!?!?!" asked a surprised Kelly. "I'm not going to go running out there!"
The woman smiled again and rested her gun against a rock. Then she unhooked a mean-looking whip that was coiled on her belt and shook it out. "Suits me just fine," she said as she snapped the whip, catching the tip of one of Kelly's breasts.
"Ow!" shouted Kelly. The whip whistled through the air again and Kelly felt the bite on her thigh. "Okay okay I'll go," she said. She got up and turned to her two comrades, "I guess I'll see you back at the ranch." And, with that, she started running down the rocky slope to the clearing.
Alana and Meredith watched as Kelly sprinted across the clearing and heard the shouts of hunters who emerged from one of the sides of the field. One raised his gun and fired, but missed the teenager. Another one shot but the paint hit a tree just as Kelly disappeared into the forest.
"You go girl" whispered Meredith.
By the time they returned to the ranch, Kelly was already there wearing a yellow splatter on her shoulder. All of the slaves were kneeling beside their owners for the night so Alana and Meredith also kneeled beside their new owner.
Awards were given out to the hunters, some of which were in jest. One man received an award for the most useless shots taken in the day. A woman received an award for first kill and another man received an award for the longest shot. Several people received the sure-shot award and it was described as an award for using only one shot for each kill. There was only one award for the slaves. It was for the last slave bagged and that slave was to be dubbed the king or queen of the hunt. Kelly found herself wearing the crown and blushed as all eyes turned to the new queen of the hunt.
Alana chuckled to herself seeing Kelly wearing the crown. "Now we have a slave princess and a slave queen," she thought.
Chapter 12: Grace Gathers the Flock
"Unfortunately, Grace, I wasn't able to." Grace had just returned to the ranch and had asked Charles how he enjoyed his time training her daughter. "Things came up that required my attention. But she was in good hands. Gretchen looked after them. And I'd like a rain check. I'll train her myself some other time."