Surprise! Surprise!

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 lips that 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."