Princess Alana

Chapter 9: First Day of School

On Monday afternoon, two naked girls were ushered into Grace's minivan. Kelly also came along for the ride to see how things were going to turn out. After about an hour in the car, Grace finally turned off the highway and onto a dirt road. After another ten minutes or so, she turned onto another dirt road and entered the "D bar S" ranch.

Alana looked out of the window after the car had stopped and gasped at the sight. There were naked people everywhere, or so it seemed. In actuality, there were only five naked people. There was a naked girl running in circles around a corral as a clothed man snapped a whip behind her. Another naked girl was standing upright in the middle of the yard, straddling an upright pole, which very obviously disappeared inside of her. A naked man was lashed to a pole with his arms stretched high above his head. Weights were attached to a cord that was tied around his scrotum, pulling his balls downward. And a naked girl was bound in a set of stocks with another naked man behind her plunging his erect cock in and out of her as two clothed people whipped at the exposed flesh of the two slaves.

It was like a scene out of Dante's Inferno. It was someone's vision of Hell. Alana couldn't believe that places like this really existed. And she especially couldn't believe that she had been brought here.

Grace parked and stepped out of the car. Kelly hopped out also and the two were met by a tall man. Alana and Meredith huddled together inside the minivan with no intentions of ever setting foot outside of it.

"Nice material you have there Grace," said the man as he ran his eyes up and down Kelly's body. "How do you want her trained?"

"This is my daughter, Charles," replied an amused Grace after she heard Kelly gasp. "She's not here to be trained."

"Pity," said Charles as he continued his tour around Kelly. "I'd take a personal hand in taming this one."

"Maybe some other time," replied Grace.

"Mom!" shouted Kelly, indignant that her mother would even imply that she could be brought back here for training.

"Just kidding, dear," said Grace before turning back to Charles. "I have two in the van that I want you to teach."

"Well, let's get a look at them," nodded Charles. "Then you and I can sit down and talk."

They walked back to the car and Kelly opened the door, revealing two naked girls holding one another for reassurance and visibly shaking. "Come out, girls," instructed Grace.

Reluctantly, the two slaves climbed out of the minivan and stood, still trembling. "This one is named Meredith," said Grace as she cupped Meredith's chin and tilted her face up slightly. "She's my newest catch."

Then Grace did the same with Alana. "And this is Alana. She belongs to Kelly." This caused Charles to lift his eyebrows and glance at Kelly who just smiled back with an "I told you so" look.

"Nice," observed Charles. "Very nice." He stepped in front of Meredith, prying open her mouth and running a finger over her teeth as if he were appraising a horse at auction. He squeezed each breast to check its firmness, pinched the flesh of her arms and then walked around her checking out all angles. Moving to Alana, he lifted each breast, one at a time, flicking the nipples until they got hard. Then he cupped her sex in one hand, feeling the moist heat from her arousal before taking a circular tour of her body.

"Prime cuts," declared Charles. "Let's go talk business."

Grace and Charles went into the house, leaving Kelly holding the leashes of the two slaves. "Let's go watch what's happening," the girl said as she led Alana and Meredith over to the action.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Charles as the two dominants sat at the table.

"Taming," replied Grace, "but no breaking. I want them obedient but still willful. I don't want them to come home mindless drones but I do want them accepting of their new status. If that makes any sense."

"How new is new?"

"Five days for Alana. Two for Meredith."

Charles whistled at that news. "Wow! That's new for sure!"

The pair of them went through Charles' standard checklist that would guide their training. Charles would read an item from the checklist and Grace would respond. No to permanent marks. Yes to denuding Meredith's sex. Yes to sex with men, both slaves and masters. Yes to sex with women, both slaves and mistresses. Yes to bestiality, but nothing larger than a dog.

The girls could be bound but Grace felt that suspension should be ruled out. Manual labor was fine. Pony training was fine. Whipping was fine as long as there were no permanent marks.

Hot wax was to be allowed as well as clamps and needles. Exhibition and humiliation were fine but no verbal abuse. All three holes in each girl were fair game. No water sports or scatology. "Maybe on the next visit."

"We have a hunt on Wednesday," said Charles. "Will these girls be available as prey?" Charles explained that the hunt was not deadly. Naked girls were released and the "hunters" were sent out with paint guns. They got to keep whatever they shot for the night. Grace allowed the girls to be prey. Finally, the checklist was finished. "So how much will it cost?" asked Grace.

Charles scratched his chin and leaned back in his chair to think. "I think we can strike a bargain that you will find quite modest in price."

Grace smiled. "That's why I come to you, Charles."

"Throw in Kelly and it's on the house."