of the leash to the top of the pole.
Walking to the end stall, Jeff dragged the chair toward Deb's pole. Deb screamed in joy at the sight of the chair coming toward her. The sight of the chair and the long distended black cock drove her mad with desire. When Jeff set it upright in front of her, all she could do was moan and cry. Her hands tied to her sides and the two thick cocks strapped and locked inside her, made it impossible to even sit on the beautiful black cock.
The two boys were arguing with each other. The length of their leashes prohibited either boy from reaching the bucket with their hands. This meant that one of the boys would have to push the bucket to the other with his feet and then wait till it was pushed back to him. Neither of the brothers trusted the other, and each wanted to be first to get the water.
Jeff went to the impaler and removed the pipe and the thin rod from the hole where it stuck up through the platform. He slid them under the platform edge for possible use later. He checked to insure that all the air was out of the tube and that the platform was resting on the blocks.
Jeff had spent days preparing other devices and machines for tonight use. He had them under tarps in various stalls in the large barn. He walked into each stall removed their covers and check them one last time before this evenings fun. Walking back to the trunk, he pause to stand and look at the five members of the Johnson family in front of him.
The two boys were still arguing. Deb was standing with her arms bound to her sides, looking at the cock sticking up form the chair. Cathy was still on her knees, with her ass turned toward her sister Anna now, begging her to let the dog lick her clit. Anna was busy using Rex for the same purpose and refused to answer her older sister.
They were all so ready for tonight. Both Deb and her oldest daughter, Cathy, had had their openings enlarged, and spacers inserted to keep them that way for tonight. Anna now looked the part, of the dog's bitch and the two brothers now distrusted each other and thought only of themselves. Each one of them had become sadistic toward the other members of the family, seeing the rest as only for self enjoyment, never thinking of the pain they caused, or showing the slightest concern for anyone else's pleasure.
His sister Deb would do anything he asked. Her will, had been broken to the point, that she was powerless to function without pleasing him first. To Deb the feelings of pain and pleasure were the same now. Both were a means in which she could please her brother, and in doing so, could feel the only pleasure allowed by her master.
Cathy, the beautiful cum slut teen, had been conditioned to seek only pleasure for herself. Her natural fetish for loving cum was a bonus. Her body was conditioned to orgasm only when small amounts of pain were added. Without the pain, her body would never achieve the heights of pleasure it desperately needed.
He closed the trunk and dragged it back to the tack room. Exiting the stall he closed the gate. He looked at his watch. It was 4:30 P.M.. The fun would be starting soon. Jeff, felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. He just couldn't wait to play with his new toys.
CHAPTER 20
Jeff closed the huge wooden barn doors as Rex ran through the narrowing opening and as he lowered the thick wooden bar into its steel cradle, securing the barn's double doors in place. He turned toward the house, noticing the kitchen lights, still on from this morning, and started his walk across the large gravel area to the porch steps.
Jeff relaxed as he walked, entranced by the sight of the porch, bathed in the warm, soft, gentle glow of the early evening sun. He cast his eyes downward, as he walked, noticing the barn's shadow below his feet. He thought of how helpless the house must feel, watching the barn's dark shadowy emblem, move slowly, silently, unrelentingly toward its sinister dark final evening embrace of the old farm house.
Jeff's steps on the driveway were the only sounds of the impending evening. He walked unhurried towards the porch to await the arrival of Aunt Martha and Uncle Joe.
As Jeff neared the bottom of the porch steps, he heard the sound of tires as they slowed, to make the turn and start up the gravel drive toward the house. When he reached the top step of the porch, Jeff looked to the right, down the tree lined driveway towards the sound of the car. A cloud of thin dust reflected in the rays of the low angled sun as it chased the vehicle down the long driveway to the house.
Jeff turned toward the front door, fished for his keys, and unlocked it. Twisting the door knob, he let it slide from his hand, and with a slight push, it swung open to stay. Without looking, he slid his hand along the inside wall and flicked on the porch lights. Turning, he walked back to the porch steps. He glowered with the realization that the last part of his plan was falling into place.
As he reached the bottom of the porch steps he looked toward the oncoming car with intense anticipation. Jeff's smile quickly turned to a glare when he realized there were two cars instead of only the one he had expected. He stood at the bottom of the porch steps as Martha and Joe's white sedan stopped in front of him and a dust covered black van stopped on the other side of their car.
Jeff could tell through the lightly tinted glass of the sedan's front window, that the occupants were not his aunt and uncle. Disappointed but curious as to what was going on, Jeff watched as the car's three hooded occupants along with the driver of the van, exited the vehicles and walked slowly toward him.
Two of the figures were extremely large, the other two were smaller and all wore hooded cloaks. With the setting sun at their backs, it was impossible for Jeff to see the faces buried deep in the hoods, but he recognized the cut of the cloaks almost immediately.
'What is it that you want?' Jeff addressed all four, not knowing which one of the group would be the allowed to speak.
None of the hooded figures responded but continued to stare from unseen eyes somewhere deep within the darkness of their hoods. Jeff squinted his eyes against the low setting sun, in a effort to see a face or even a feature of any of the people inside the hoods.
'What are you doing here and where is your master?' Jeff spoke to the group again.
From behind the two large figures came a smaller one, moving slowly towards Jeff, till it stood only a foot in front of him and looked up into his face.
'Are you not happy to see me again, Slave?' a woman's voice spoke softly from inside the large dark hood.
Jeff knew instantly the voice of the cloaked woman in front of him. He reached around the back of the woman's head and slowly pulled the hood, exposing the beautiful face and icy eyes of his last master.
Her hands reached up to her chest and slowly pulled the cloaks bow string. As if the robe was moving in slow motion, it spread open at her shoulders and caressed every curve of her body, on its downward path to her ankles. There it bunched around her lower legs forming a base at her feet, seemingly reluctant to be separated from the woman's perfect legs.
She was dressed, if it could be called it that, in three very revealing, leather patches. Two small triangles covered her nipples, and a very small triangular patch between her legs, all held in place with thin leather strings. Leather straps from her sandals crisis crossed themselves as they laced up the perfect thighs finally tied in small bows in front.
'What do you want, Annette?' Jeff spoke to her, seemingly unaffected by the extremely seductive form of the woman's body.
With the mention of her actual name, Annette eyes lashed out as if to tortuously pierce the skull of the person that spoke them. Slowly her expression returned to normal and she laughed, tilting her head back slightly.
'There is not a slave, still alive, who has ever called me anything but Master!' Annette spoke as though she was amused at the mention of her actual name by her former slave trainer. 'I will tolerate your disrespect for old times sake, Trainer!'
'I am no longer your trainer. I was given my freedom. It was witnessed by the other masters. It can not be revoked by you or anyone else unless I agree to the reinstatement of my servitude,' Jeff reminded Annette in a tone that reflected neither malice or fear.
Annette nodded her head up and down slightly as she listened to her former slave trainer. She knew his words to be true. She also knew that she had lost the best trainer she had ever had when she gave Jeff his freedom. She needed him back, and she was determined she would have his agreement.
