Surprise! Surprise!

by Captv8td
- do not use without the author's permission.


Chapter 7: A Bold Move

“I hope you know what you're doing,” remarked Jane as the two stood at the edge of the woods together, trying to gather enough courage to step out into the Hopewell yard.

“Me too,” said Emily as she removed the last of Jane's bindings leaving her completely naked and unadorned in any way for the first time since the coffee shop. “Well here goes nothin'” And together they walked hand-in hand toward the house.

“Bob met them at the bottom of the stairs to the porch. “Kneel slavegirls,” he said in an authoritative voice. “Meg tells me that you wanted something in writing. Read this and sign it. Then bring it into the house with you.” With that, he turned and went back inside.

Emily laid the document down and the two girls read it together, emitting little gasps at certain phrases or clauses. “willingly give my mind, body and soul” was one that earned a gasp. “understand that I will submit to anything required by my owners” was another. Most of it was similar to a slave ownership agreement that Emily had bumped into on the internet when she was studying her newfound obsession. It was during that research that she had stumbled onto pictures of ponygirls but she remembered that none of them had been as breathtaking as Jane in her tack.

It was obvious, though, that the document had been modified and tailored to her. It said that this was a one-week ownership and that it could be renewed for the rest of her life at the end of that week. It indicated that, by signing the contract, Emily also yielded ownership of her slave, Jane, for the duration of the term. A loud gasp came as they read about transferability of rights. It said that the girls could not be sold during the first week but that they could be sold at any time if the contract was renewed. It did, however, indicate that they would be sold together as a set.

Then there was a long list of items, some of which were already checked. Reading the top of the page, they learned that checked items would be prohibited but that any unchecked items were fair game during the first week. After the first week, all boxes would be treated as unchecked.

They read through the list and Jane gulped as she tried to imagine some of these things. Every manner of deviant sexual behavior seemed to be listed. The Hopewells had already checked off a dozen or so behaviors. Scatology, piercing, branding and a number of others were already placed out of bounds by their future owners. But there were still plenty of unpleasantries left. The instructions at the top of the page indicated that Emily could select five more items to remove from the list, which caused the girls to start chattering as they tried to verbally prioritize it in terms of offensiveness.

Meg and Bob watched them through the window and chuckled together as an occasional hand flew to a mouth in shock or as one or both of the girls started fidgeting nervously. “They look so cute out there,” observed Meg. “Do you think they'll stay beyond the week?”

“I don't know,” replied Bob, giving his wife a hug, “but I think they probably will.”

Emily and Jane worked together and eliminated hanging, electric shock, mummification (they weren't sure what that was but Jane didn't like the sounds of it) and tattoos. But they wished that they had several more choices instead of just one more. There were still three items that they wanted to rule out: videotaping, minors and bestiality.

“I'm not fucking a dog!” exclaimed Jane.

“Relax. They don't even have a dog,” replied Emily who inwardly knew that she also had no desire to have a dog or horse or monkey or anything else as a lover.

Back and forth they argued about which item was the worst. “I think it would be gross to have sex with a teenager,” was Emily's view on minors. “If we allow videotaping, we can never go back to our old lives,” was Jane's observation. “The clips would probably end up all over the internet.”

“Together they finally agreed to check the box next to videotaping. Emily agreed that allowing themselves to be recorded would probably come back to haunt them later in life while the other two would only be unpleasantries for the next week. Plus, they reasoned, the other two were unlikely since the Hopewells had no children or pets. It never even dawned on them that they had overlooked an even more serious item in the list that they never even discussed.

They turned to the last page and read the remaining paragraphs, which described their rights as slaves: food, water and medical treatment, however, seemed to be their only rights. Emily picked up the pen and, with a shaky hand, managed to sign and date the document. There as another signature line below the first one but it was to be signed at the end of the week. Emily stared at that line for a long time knowing that it would seal her fate for the rest of her life and wondered if her name would ever appear on it.

Bob opened the door after he heard the knock and ushered the two naked girls inside. Emily held out the contract, which Bob accepted and looked over. “Interesting selections,” he observed. Were they difficult choices to make?”

“Very difficult,” replied Emily.

There wasn't a place for me to sign though, Bob,” observed Jane.

“Well now, that brings up two interesting points. First, your signature was not required because you are already the property of Emily. Her signature was all that was needed to transfer title of your body, mind and soul to us.” He emphasized his point by squeezing her breast as he said “body,” stroking her temple as he said “mind,” and placing his palm on her chest as he said “soul” causing Jane to tremble.

“As to the second point, for the duration of this contract, you are both to call us Master or Mistress. Understood?”

Jane gulped and nodded her head slowly. “Yes Master.”

“Yes Master,” whispered Emily.

Meg came up to them and commanded the two girls to kneel, which they promptly did. Then she bent down and encircled each neck, starting with Emily, with a woven collar. “You may rise and check out your new attire in the mirror.” They quickly got to their feet and went to the mirror where they each emitted an “ooo.” The collars were about two inches tall and appeared to be woven of metal or some kind of metal-coated fiber and formed a latticework appearance around their necks. Beneath each collar dangled a silver tag. Emily reached out and grasped Jane's, reading “Jane Ridley” on one side. Flipping it over she read “Property of Robert and Megan Hopewell.” A shudder raced through her body as she realized that hers must be the same. Jane reached out and read Emily's tag, the only difference being that the front read “Emily Barclay.” An identical shudder went through Jane's body.

“Do you like them?” asked Meg who had stepped between them, wrapping her arms around their naked waists.

“They're beautiful, Me… I mean Mistress,” replied Jane.

“And very functional too,” said Meg. “They are kind of like choke collars for girls. I guarantee that, while on a leash, you will not be resisting much.”

“Come over here with me now, girls,” said Meg as she turned them and led them to the couch. “Kneel now. We want to go over a few things with you.” Both girls immediately lowered themselves to their knees. Jane had no idea what was going on in Emily's mind but hers was filled with excitement about the new experience and an acute fear about what Emily would decide in a week. It all seemed surrealistic to her that she now had an undetermined period of slavery ahead of her but that she found her incarceration exciting. Emily had no idea what was going through Jane's mind but hers was entertained by a combination of absolute thrill tempered by severe doubts and dreads. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“You already know how to address us,” Bob spoke. “I trust that you will always do that properly. We also expect you to be posed appropriately. Many owners require that their slaves memorize dozens of positions and poses. We require only two: one for kneeling and one for standing. Meg will demonstrate your positions.”

Meg slid off the couch and knelt on the floor. “Knees should be spread shoulder width. You should be kneeling upright unless you are told to relax. Then you can rest your bottoms on your heels. Your wrists should be crossed behind your back unless you are bound in some way that prevents that. And your head should be held high. We only accept proud slaves. You should always look us in the eyes. You will meet some of our friends who are offended by a slave who does not cast her eyes down but always remember that you are our property and you will obey our rules.”

“Friends?!?!?!” thought Emily. “Nobody said anything about bringing others into this. Maybe I really have gotten myself in over my head.”

The two girls adjusted their positions to emulate Meg. Meanwhile, she arose and started walking around her two naked charges with a riding crop, swatting a bottom that stuck back too far or lifting a chin slightly. “Simple elegance is what we are looking for here. We want you available and exposed but elegant.”

Next, Jane and Emily learned their standing position. This one was also relatively simple. Their feet were to be shoulder width apart with their toes pointed forward. Heads high. Fingers laced behind their necks. Elbows back and in line with the backs of their heads. Chests arched forward as if making an offering of their breasts. They both mastered this position and were left in it as Meg sat back down beside Bob. “When you enter a room, you are always to present yourself to us. Generally, you will present yourself standing. But if we are seated and occupied in some way, such as talking with someone or working, then you should kneel before us or at our sides, whichever is most appropriate. And you should try to alternate so that we both get to enjoy both of you. Neither of us has a favorite and we intend to keep it that way. We expect that neither of you forms a favorite. You are simply property.”

They learned other rules that morning. They were expected to continue to exercise. As Meg put it, “we expect our property to be well maintained.” They would arise early and groom each other in time to be able to awaken their owners for breakfast. Lips and tongues were the preferred alarm clocks, they learned. They would have both inside and outside chores, which would be assigned to them daily. They were never to leave the house without permission and there was an alarm that would sound if they tried. They would be severely punished if they did try. Lastly, they were to keep themselves shaved. This was the last rule before the end of the meeting and then Meg led them to their quarters.

Chapter 8: A New Kind of Life

Their quarters were not the Spartan kind if arrangement that most people would expect. Instead, it was move like a luxury suite with a king-size bed and a spacious, well-appointed bathroom, complete with bidet, spa and sauna. “Almost like a harem,” Jane thought. They were left there to prepare themselves and were given an hour before they were expected to present themselves.

“Okay, spread ‘em, sis” said Emily as she picked up a pair of scissors and a razor. Jane just shook her head in disbelief again as she had so many times in the previous weeks.

“What are we doing?” asked Jane. “Maybe it's time to gracefully back out and apologize for inconveniencing them.”

“I'm not sure that's possible now, pip. I think that, for the next week, we are slave sisters. At this point, I would release you if I could. But I don't own you at the moment. Now do you want me to shave you or do you want to do it yourself?”

“What's with the shaving stuff?” asked an indignant Jane. “It will make us look like adolescents!”

“Trust me, babe,” said Emily as she grasped Jane's breasts and squeezed, “you will never be mistaken for an adolescent.”

Jane finally succumbed after much sighing and arguing and bitching. Eventually, she perched her bottom on the counter and let Emily denude her sex. Then she returned the favor by taking the scissors to Emily's thatch. After several minutes of clipping, she invited Emily to look, who saw that her pubic hair had been trimmed in the shape of a question mark.

“Very funny,” Emily said sarcastically. “Are you making a statement of come kind?”

“Only that we have no idea what we are doing here or why we agreed to anything this crazy.”

“Well, to set your mind at ease, you didn't agree to anything. I was the only volunteer here. Now finish up.” Jane finished snipping and then used the razor to make her friend's sex as smooth as a baby's bottom. She finished by giving the naked mound a quick kiss.

“It does look sexy on you,” conceded Jane. “And I guess you're right about me not looking like an adolescent. It just all seems so strange.”

The two girls showered together, blew each other's hair dry and then combed it out until it shined. “Having a slave sister will make this a whole lot more fun and enjoyable,” said Emily. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“It's not as if I had any choice in the matter,” giggled Jane as she turned her chest back and forth playfully letting her nipples duel with Emily's. “And you're right. It could be fun. And I already know that it will be different. But don't you dare sign that second line. Or if you do, make sure I'm free and away from here.”

It was only noon when the two slaves stepped back into the living room again. They were surprised to find it empty and then started moving around the house in search of their owners. Finally, they spied them sitting on the porch and Emily reached for the doorknob.

“Stop,” whispered Jane. “We're not allowed to leave the house without permission.”

“Well we were told to report back to them within an hour and time's almost up!” hissed Emily.

“It must be a test of some kind then. I do know we'll get in trouble though if we open that door.”

“Well what do you suggest Miss Perfect Little Slavegirl?” asked Emily as she stood with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to the side.

“Wellllll,” replied Jane in an exaggerated tone, “my previous owner, who shall remain unnamed, taught me to always follow instructions. Failure to do so was generally followed by a whipping here, a spanking there, confinement everywhere. I recommend that we knock on the window.”

Jane's little dramatic performance brought both girls to stitches and they were laughing so hard that they could not control themselves. Emily accidentally hit the window with an elbow before they fell into each others arms to support one another. The tap on the window caught the attention of Bob and Emily who both got up from their chairs to see what was going on. They peered through the glass and saw the two naked girls holding on to each other and laughing hysterically.

“This could be a challenge,” observed Bob.

“But it looks like it will be a fun challenge, dear,” replied Meg.

“Ahem.”

Both girls let go of each other and stood up straight when they realized they had been discovered. “What do you think you are doing?” asked Bob in a cold voice.

“We're sorry Bo… Master,” replied Emily. “We were trying to follow instructions but got distracted.”

“So I see,” he went on. “Meg, bring them out to the post.” This resulted in their first whipping and they each made a vow to themselves to do everything possible to avoid a second one.

Meg took the two girls to a pole in the yard that had rings embedded about six feet off the ground. Each girl's wrists were tied to the rings and then Bob stepped forward snapping a long, ugly whip in the air. The first swing of his arm sent the tip of the whip crashing into Jane's bottom causing her to shriek and jump around. This was quickly followed by another whistle of the whip through the air and Emily was the one to shriek. Since their hands were fastened at the level of the tops of their heads, there was a lot of room for them to dance around and try to avoid the whip. But they quickly learned that this was a mixed blessing. While it gave them the illusion of being able to avoid the whip, it actually made them more vulnerable. Jane was the first to figure this out when the whip wrapped around her chest and snapped at one of her nipples. She quickly pressed her body flat against the pole to try to save her tender breasts from more abuse. Emily eventually figured it out also when the whip circled her hip and snapped against her newly shaven mound. Soon both girls were hugging the pole and kissing one another to try to provide solace and comfort.

“I think that's enough,” said Bob as he dropped the whip across their shoulders. “Have you learned anything?”

“I learned that I don't like to be whipped, Master,” replied Jane quickly.

“That's a good lesson to learn,” said Bob as he stroked the side of Jane's face. “And did you learn anything, Emily?”

“I learned that I prefer being a top,” she said emphatically.

“We'll see about that,” he went on. “You have another week to sort that out. In the meantime, there's weeding to do.” And for the next three hours, two naked girls knelt in the garden beds pulling up weeds. They had not been told to be silent but neither said a word.

It was mid-afternoon when they finished. They were told to shower, which they did under an outside showerhead at the barn and then were allowed to relax by the pool. “You'll get nice and tanned this week,” promised Meg. “But we need to even it out. Your backs got a lot of attention today. “Tomorrow, we'll focus on your fronts.”

The girls helped each other apply tanning oil to their bodies and then laid down on their backs in comfortable chaise lounges. Jane was sound asleep within minutes, leaving Emily alone in thought. Emily watched Jane's beautiful breasts rise and fall with each breath before letting her eyes roam lower. Despite not wanting to have her sex shaved, Emily had to admit that it created a stunning appearance, especially when Jane's body was oiled and glistening as it was now.

Emily decided that she should take stock of her situation each day so that the decision would be easier at the end of the week. So far, the decision was easy. She had been shaved against her will. She had been whipped. And she had performed three hours of strenuous labor in the gardens. “No problem,” she thought. “I can deal with a week of this but after that I'm taking my slavegirl and heading home.” Soon, she too drifted off to sleep.

That evening, Jane was selected to serve the meal. She was dressed in high heels, a lacy maid's cap, and a tiny laced apron that tied around her waist but did very little to hide anything. In fact, if anything, it made her appear even more naked.

Emily was doing serving of a different nature. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she was placed under the table. Her job was to move back and forth between Bob and Meg and to use her lips and tongue to pleasure them. And she was warned that if they did not each climax at least once then she would be punished. She took her job very seriously and by the end of the main course, had coaxed an orgasm out of Meg. She could hear dishes being cleared and hoped that her owners would be having dessert. Thankfully, she later heard Jane's heels clicking back into the room and heard the clattering of dishes as Jane served dessert. She redoubled her efforts with her head bobbing up and down, her lips and cheeks sucking, and her tongue furiously bathing and teasing the cock inside her mouth.

Emily started to panic as she heard dishes being cleared again and knew that she was running out of time. “If only I had my hands,” she thought. “I'd have him orbiting the earth by now.” But she didn't have her hands and her jaw was aching from all of the strain of continually sucking. Plus Bob did not have a small cock. It was both wide in girth and long, which only added to the strain. When she heard coffee cups being refilled, she knew that she had little time left. In a desperation move, she let the cock slide from her lips and ducked lower to suck Bob's balls into her mouth. These were larger than normal too, making it difficult to do much with them but she was able to roll them back and forth a bit and was able to flutter her tongue over the tight sac that held them. She then released them and dove back onto the cock taking it as deep as she could into her mouth. But she had only moved her lips up and down a few times when she heard a chair scraping across the floor.

“Shit!” she thought as Meg pushed back and stood. Then the cock was pulled from her lips as Bob also pushed back.

“Nice work with the balls, pet,” said Bob as he pulled his pants up and tucked the balls in. “But you failed your test.”

That night, Jane was taken to bed by the couple where she serviced them and was serviced in return until all three passed out from exhaustion. A forlorn Emily gazed out of a cage in the corner of the Hopewell's bedroom with a large penis gag stuffed into her mouth. She could only look on sadly as she watched her slavegirl being ravished by her new owners.

Chapter 9: Ponies or mules?

“Move along girls,” shouted Meg as the whip snapped above two naked bodies. Thankfully, she was just using the whip to make the sound as the two girls used every muscle that they could muster to push the plow through the earth. This was inhumane in the minds of each of the girls. Huge horses and oxen had difficulty with this task. But every time they protested or let up in their efforts, the whip would crack across their backs or bottoms.

They had only been at work for about twenty minutes but it had seemed like hours. Each girl had been blindfolded prior to the task “to let them concentrate on their chores” and had been guided by a combination of whip snaps and tugs on the bits that they wore in their mouths. This was no decorative or elaborate dressage pony day. Today, they were more like field animals with their wrists cuffed to the handles of the plow. They pushed and they pushed with sweat pouring off their bodies, being stopped frequently and redirected to plow in another direction.

Eventually, their ordeal ended and they were unfastened one at a time, only to have their wrists bound behind their backs and led to the shower by the barn. A stiff brush, some soap and plenty of cold water cleansed them and they stood shivering and trying to complain in the yard. The bits, however, rendered their complaints useless.

Finally, their blindfolds were removed and they were led back to the land that they had filled. They were shocked to see that it was just a small garden plot. After all of their work and struggles, they were sure that they had plowed up half the county.

“Would my pretty ponies like to relax for a bit?” asked Meg as she stood in front of them and bounced a breast from each girl in her palms. Both girls nodded vigorously and they were rewarded by being led to the lounge chairs again. This time, however, they were lashed down to the chairs with their legs spread and their hands cuffed to the top of the chair. Meg stayed with them for a long while and chatted as she rubbed the oil onto their fronts.

“Tomorrow, you can transplant the seedlings. I think that the two of you did a fine job with the tilling,” she said as her hands finished rubbing the oil onto Emily's face, neck and shoulders. She poured more oil into her palms and then coated Emily's breasts, taking plenty of time to tease and tweak the nipples to stiffness. “We have to protect these,” she said as she wrapped her fingers around the base of each breast and squeezed. These belong to me now, you know.”

“When she finished coating each girl, she removed their bits and then knelt in at the foot of each recliner, leaning over and flickering her tongue on each clit until the girl climaxed. Emily was rewarded first, followed by Jane. Each girl was asleep by the time Meg gathered up the discarded bridles and the bottle of oil and headed in to the house.

“How are they coming along?” asked Bob as he hugged his wife and kissed her lipsthat were coated with the juices of the two girls.

“I think they're progressing nicely,” she responded as she pressed her body against his and returned the kiss. “I don't think they know which way is up at the moment. And I'm sure they're both wishing they hadn't done this. We should talk about how the rest of the week should go. But I'm hopeful that we will own both by week's end.”

“We need to lighten up on Emily, I think,” offered Bob. “After all, she's the one who has to make the decision.”

“Maybe we lighten up on both of them tomorrow. A day of bondage and harem dreams. And the party should tell us a lot.” Meg had called a number of their special friends and three couples had accepted the invitation for the next evening. It was actually two couples and a single female. But the single female said that she would bring along a boyfriend who would be tolerant of the lifestyle.

After being awakened, the two slavegirls were taken to their quarters and were given three hours to themselves. This was an unexpected luxury and the girls could hardly contain themselves. They were locked into their suite but were otherwise free. Emily took the lead and dragged Jane to the bathroom where a bath was quickly drawn. Emily laid backing the tub and Jane laid back against Emily. The older slave reached around her slave sister and cupped the full breasts, letting her thumbs strum up and down over the stiff nipples. “I had the wildest dreams out there!” proclaimed Emily. “I'm sooooo horny! I'm going to fuck you ‘til the cows come home.”

Jane laughed. “Must have been some dream!”

“Picture yourself impaled by a HUGE cock jutting out from my crotch. I wish I had bought us that strap-on. I want to fuck you until you are babbling incoherently.”

“Mmmmm, sounds nice,” said Jane as she turned her head and kissed the inner swell of Emily's breast. “Guess you'll just have to settle for tongue action though.”