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Farmsworth Estate Ch. 01

By: humanoid_typhoon



This story is a roleplay I started with a friend. She writes as Milly, and I play the other characters. We are looking for honest feedback. And lots of it. We will publish more depending on how many people enjoy it and want to read more of it.

It is a still on-going project...

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Major Reginald Archibald Farmsworth

Major Reginald Archibald Farmsworth was dining with his darling wife and 2 children when his personal butler passed him then note with a whispered "From Mr Thomas, Sir" into his ear. He smiled at his wife, who smiled gently back before using the cheese knife to slice the little note open.

Major, I have startling news. Please come see me in my office at once. Mr Thomas.

How curious, The Major thought to himself stuffing the note in his breast pocket, before wiping his mouth with his napkin and standing.

"Dear, something terribly important has come up and I have to deal with it right away." He told his wife. She looked a little startled, after all The Major wasn't known to leave before the main course was finished.

"Are you sure Reginald?" she asked "Is it really that urgent?"

"Yes dear, I don't think Mr Thomas has ever asked me to come see him at once, ever before and now I have to admit that I am quite curious to see what the hassle is. Must be something to do with the new girl flesh we bought today." He told his wife with a boysih grin.

Instantly both Alexander and Geraldine were on their feet abandoning their meals.

"Please Father, please may I come?" They echoed. The Major shook his head.

"Your Mother would never forgive me for ruining a family meal. And Mrs Bridger would have a fit if her trifle was barely touched. She is awful touchy about such things." They sat back down, sulky faces back on their supper.

"I shan't be too long, save me some dessert" And with the Major Reginald Archibald Farmsworth strode the length of the dining room and left the room with Willikins the butler in tow. Quickly he strode down the hallways of Farmsworth Manor, through the main Hall and down along the East Wing. Finally he came out to where the kennels were kept and made his way to Mr Thomas' office, passing his assistant Julia with a smile and a nod.

"Mr Thomas!" The Major exclaimed as he entered the room. "I hope this important, I dare say the cook will be upset that I missed out on such a fine meal!" Mr Thomas stood as The Major entered the room and then grinned boyishly.

"Well Sir, I think you may be pleased to learn something from our latest edition to the pack. Follow me this way"

They went through to the examination room, where the Major found a young girl, roughly the same age as his own children, strapped to the table by her hands and feet, a black ball gag secured firmly in her mouth. She was a pretty little thing, slender, supple. Her red rimmed eyes were still leaking tears, enhancing the grey/green colour of her eyes as she stared fearfully at the 2 men. Her long dark hair was almost jet black, the exact same shade as the tuft of pubic hair between her legs. Her skin was a rich white colour, almost completely untouched by the sun which was very rare. It was almost entirely the reason the Major bought her at the auction in Tellford this morning.

Mr Thomas stood at the head of the table, watching the bound girl as she shifted her head to keep both men in view.

"Well Sir, would you like to examine her? Maybe you will come to the same conclusion I did" he said. The Major chortled.

"A bet? A shilling says I figure it out, a damned sight faster then you, you cheeky man!" he replied good naturedly. He stepped forward and placed a hand on the smooth skin of her stomach. Immediately the bound girl began to shuffle in her bonds, trying to wriggle out from under his hand. The Major ignored her.

"Let's see" The Major said as he ran his hands along her body. "Small, slender build. Probably not much good as a pony girl. I think she might be the smallest girl we have?" He raised his eyes to Mr Thomas who nodded agreement.

"She has nice long legs and arms. Soft skin. Very soft skin. And very pale. Hasn't been out in the sun much" He ran his hands along her arms and along to her hands.

"Her hands are very soft too, no rough skin or callouses. Hmmm, she still has a small ink stain on her index finger. Curious. I would say our girl can read and write, but doesn't use a pen often or her skin would have a small rough patch here from holding the pen." He let go of her fingers and looked up at the girls face. Tears were dripping from her eyes as she shook her head in denial. Very curious indeed. He traced his fingers along her legs.

"Lovely long legs, once again lovely smooth skin." He traced his fingers through the patch of pubic hair, feeling the dampness there before slipping a finger deep into her. She groaned from behind her gag, trying and failing to struggle.

"Oh! Very tight cunt! Marvelous! Look how wet she is already! I daresay she'll put up a struggle often enough but she'll ending up wanting more the little vixen!" He withdrew his finger slowly from her body, watching her reaction.

"Ah yes, look at her pussy lips! Twitching as if they want more! Well I don't think she's had sex, but she isn't a virgin. From the slight bow of her legs I'd say she has ridden horses for a large part of her life which would explain the broke hymen. Now to her feet. Such supple and flexible toes! I daresay she has been trained in gymnastics and ballet from the way her toes point down. And yet, no rough patches would show she doesn't do it for a living." The Major moved up her body next.

"Ah, what lovely little breasts!" Reaching out he pinched down on her nipple causing her to cry out. "Such a great reaction! Look how her nipple swells and hardens Mr Thomas! And that's just from one touch! Imagine what we would get with pegs and clamps! Beautiful! And now her face. Full ripe lips, perfect white teeth. Her eyes are very clear indeed. Brows look like they have been expertly shaped. High cheek bones. But most curious is her hair length. Most pack girls keep it fairly short, maybe down to their shoulders. Still enough to be grabbed but not enough to get in the way or to cause jealousy to the other members of the pack. However, she still has hers long."

"Very good Sir" Mr Thomas said, a grin spreading across his face.

"Why did you think I bought her?" The Major chortled. "Of course I could see her for the pampered creature that she is" He turned to look down at her, into the red rimmed eyes.

"Who's daughter are you?" He asked gently as he reached for the gag strap..... 

Farmsworth Estate Ch. 02



Ellie knew, of course, what could happen to bad girls but she wasn't one.  Not really.  She didn't belong here but all the crying and pleading and promises hadn't helped at all. 

Everything that happened was the worst thing.  First the arrest - and her father's face, full of such disgust before he turned away from her.  That was the worst moment in her life.  The terrible trip across the countryside - Ellie had been exhausted and sure that was the worst thing she'd been forced to endure.  Then she'd been dragged to a building like a criminal and her clothes stripped from her and she'd burst in to shamed tears.  The men around her had only laughed and she'd wept all the more for it.  The tumble of her hair down her back, instead of kept up properly had seemed strangely awful amid all the rest.  Surely that was worst humiliation she'd ever felt.

But this ... oh, this.  Ellie twisted her hands in the leather cuffs but they were snug, made especially small for slender wrists.  Chills rushed over her skin, sharpening to a tender ache at her nipples; the pinch from rough fingers made her cry out, muffled behind the awful gag thrust between her teeth and making her jaws ache.

"Who's daughter are you?"

"Please, please," Ellie begged, fresh tears welling in her eyes.  She squirmed in place, wood rough under her bare body, embarrassment at her exposure to these strangers turning her cheeks crimson.  They'd touched her.  The older man had put ... had put his finger inside her.  "Please, let me go.  This is a mistake, I never ... I never meant any harm and I've never done anything wicked in my life."

Ellie's voice was naturally sweet, and her accent was undeniably upper class.  She was no scullery maid or shopkeeper's daughter.

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"Please, let me go.  This is a mistake, I never ... I never meant any harm and I've never done anything wicked in my life."

The Major laughed.

"Clearly girl you did. Else wise you'd never end up here and been sold for 10 pounds. Not a bad price for the usual bond slave, but incredible considering your background. And what a lovely voice! Beautifully clear and precise! You're no common girl that's for sure"

The Major looked up at Thomas. "Keep this quiet from everyone else. Even my family. I shall tell Margery, because there are no secrets between us, but that's it, and I expect to kept that way."

"But of course Sir." Thomas replied. "With proper training she could be the pride of your kennel...of all of the South Sir!" The Major and Mr Thomas grinned.

"Well, Mr Thomas" Major Farmsworth started "make sure she is properly kitted out. I want her measurements and fit her for dog ears, a collar and a tail. I shall be upstairs dining with the family. Come join us once you've finished in here."

The girl was still staring at him, tears brimming in her eyes as she silently pleaded with him. He leaned over, his hand pushing the gag back in her mouth and fastening the straps.

"The first dog I owned as a young lad was named Milly. She was an excellent bitch, small but fast and loyal. From now on your name will be Milly and I expect you to serve me the same way." he told her kindly. He nodded to Mr Thomas on his way out.

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The man had a kind face as he laughed at her, eyes twinkling with amusement.  And the mention of her price - only ten pounds - made Ellie blush scarlet again, with some mixture of shame and outrage.  Surely she was worth more than that!

Listening to the discussion above her made Ellie's stomach clench with fear.  Training.  Kennels.  Collars - that made Ellie blanch and writhe on the table, struggling with desperation.  Putting a collar on her, that seemed unendurable.  The mention of ears and a tail only made her imagine some child's party costume and didn't register as important.  Not yet.

They ignored her struggling and any pleas she made, until the lord turned back to her, awful gag in hand.  Ellie shook her head wildly, trying to twist away but he seemed so used to struggles like hers and simply pinched her jaw in his big hands and tucked the rubber ball between her teeth while she moaned and tried uselessly to fight it off with her tongue.  All she did was get the rubber slick and wet, pink tongue licking at it.  He settled it in her mouth and tugged the straps snug, leaving her to whimper and work her mouth against it, lips twitching.  It was so uncomfortable, the gag, and so shameful.

He leaned over her again, smiling kindly. "The first dog I owned as a young lad was named Milly. She was an excellent bitch, small but fast and loyal. From now on your name will be Milly and I expect you to serve me the same way."

Ellie's eyes widened and she whined, sounding more like a dog than she knew.  Milly was ... was an animal's name, and she couldn't tell if the lord was talking about a furry, ears and tail dog or ... or a bond girl.  She couldn't be that.  They couldn't do this to her!



Farmsworth Estate Ch. 03



Richard Thomas

As The Major left the room Mr Thomas walked over to his works bench and pulled out several little devices and a tape measure. He studied them for a second, blew a bit of dust off one and then pushed them into his pocket and hanging the tape measure around his neck.

"I knew the Major would be pleased with my find" He told the bound girl. "It's not everyday he gets such an excellent bitch such as yourself."

She stared up at him with those green eyes and Mr Thomas found himself smiling. He loved his job. He had trained for it most his life. Having come from a poor family it was never expected for young Richard to do much with his life. A farm hand, a bricklayer. Certainly not a Kennel Master for Major Farmsworth the war hero! They had met during the war, young Richard being a regular solider back then. He took care of the platoons animals and had distinguished himself in the care of animals from the start. Which is how a younger Reginald met him as he took care of his horse and personal pack girl. She had been more frightened of the noise and bustle then Lord Farmsworth's horse had and on several occasions Richard had been forced to tie her against the stall and strap her for making noise. When she had learnt her lesson he had rubbed soothing oils and creams into her skin to fade out the bruises, talking gently to her about being a brave girl for her Master.

Reginald Farmsworth had been impressed with this common man's dedication and knowledge. After the war he invited him to work in his Kennels under Mr Yardseller, the previous Kennel Master. When Mr Yardseller had retired 5 years ago the now older and more experienced Richard Thomas had taken over and increased the productivity and ingenuity of the Kennels, bringing them into the limelight and making them not just popular but practically famous.

Now the Major trusted him implicitly in all things pertaining to girl flesh, they weren't just Master and servant but more like older and younger brother.

Mr Thomas stood over Milly and smiled down at her fearful face.

"Listen Milly" he told her sternly. "I run a tight Kennel here. If you do as I say you will learn that I am a strict but careful man. I don't appreciate back talk, I don't appreciate sulking and I don't appreciate disobedience. Do what I say, when I say and I promise I will make you one of the finest pack girls in all of England."

She was practically panting behind her gag, her eyes wide with fear. Carefully he reached out and wrapped the tape measure around her hips, then her waist. Carefully he jotted down in his official book all her measurements. He cupped her breasts to get a feel of them, pinching hard on the nipples of each and watching the pink buds stiffen and swell beneath his fingers. He measured them too, writing them down on his report. Every angle he measured, her arms, fingers, legs, even her toes. Picking up scraps of material he held them against her hair until he had found the perfect match. Going back to his desk he pulled out 2 fake fur ears which he positioned in her hair carefully and then clipped tightly in. He gave each one a gentle tug, then a more rough one causing Milly's eyes to water and a yelp of pain to escape from behind the gag.

Once that was done he pulled out a dildo and butt plug, holding them before her eyes so that she could see the scale running along the side of them.

"Now Milly, I'm going to measure your depth and girth that you can take both in your pussy and in your ass." Her eyes widened, her head shook frantically. Mr Thomas ignored both. "Don't be silly girl, it won't hurt unless you struggle. Now legs up!" He unclipped her legs and pulled them up, fastening the cuffs to small hooks dangling from the ceiling, leaving her gaping open for easy access. He produced a small vial of lubricant which he placed on her stomach for easy reach.

"Good girl. Let us begin"

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Ellie didn't want to be a pack girl! Let alone a famous one ... what if her father or her mother heard that she was famous. 

Being measured by Mr. Thomas made her feel like she was in some nightmarish tailor's shop. When he pinched her nipples she wailed a little, a strange, brief ache between her legs flaring up in response to the sharp pinches. She twisted a little, feeling the pull of the costume ears he'd clipped to her hair. They were dark, glossy fur, and stood alertly up, and Ellie tried very hard not to think of what she looked like wearing them.

She'd seen pictures of pack girls, of course, and the occasional one in town or out with their owners. But her father had mostly kept her from that sort of thing, finding it frivolous and a waste of money. Her younger brother had been fascinated by them, even more so since their father wasn't interested. He'd often regale them with stories over the dinner table about visiting a friend's house and playing with the girls there. Ellie was pretty sure he'd been trying to coax their father to get him a pack girl for his majority birthday. Ellie moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as Mr. Thomas - the Master of this place's kennel - lifted her legs and clipped the cuffs on them to dangling hooks, leaving her with her legs spread wide and her hips lifted slightly in blatant display. Oh god, what if her brother found out!

But thoughts of her family fled her mind when Mr. Thomas held up two devices and told her, in crude words Ellie had barely heard in her life, what he planned to do.

Ellie shook her head, dark hair flying, making garbled pleas and promises behind the gag. They both looked enormous and she flinched when the man rested a small glass bottle on her belly.

"Good girl. Let us begin"

Mr. Thomas praised her for what she most desperately didn't want to do and she arched frantically, trying to pull away as he stroked his fingers down her smooth thighs. His touch between her legs made Ellie jerk a moan crawling up her throat. When he picked up the dildo, she shook her head again, wild noises escaping from behind the gag. He couldn't put that in her. He couldn't.

The round tip of the dildo was cold and Ellie couldn't do anything but believe Mr. Thomas when he said it wouldn't hurt if she didn't struggle. Sobbing softly behind her gag, Ellie remained motionless, legs lifted and spread, as the Kennel Master worked her pussy open with the dildo. She couldn't tell how deep it went, she felt split open, and the ache seemed to trigger a hot, wicked throb inside as the muscles of her pussy fluttered around the slick shaft, lips twitching visibly. She added her own wetness to the lubricant Mr. Thomas was using.

Ellie's eyes were squeezed tight shut and her face blazed red with shame. Nevertheless, her pussy throbbed warmly and if her nipples had been hard and tight from being pinched before, they were tight now from the stirring of new, urgent feelings inside her.

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The dildo slipped in, causing a low groan from little Milly as she screwed up her eyes and tried to relax her body. Her tight wet hole gobbled up the dildo, inch after inch slowly sliding into her. Mr Thomas kept his eyes on Milly's face to make she sure wasn't discomforted from the sudden intrusion.

The dildo filled her completely at 6 and a half inches when Mr Thomas stopped. He didn't want to push her too far, not doubt she could take a little more but he wasn't going to hurt her to find out. After a little training he might remeasure her. The sound of her rough panting filled the silence of the room.

"Good girl!" Mr Thomas exclaimed, happy with how she had managed to calm herself down for the examination. The worst was still to come though. As he withdrew the dildo from her orifice, her legs shuddered and wetness began to drip out of her. He slipped his fore finger into her, causing a sharp gasp of surprise.

"Now grip my finger and show me how tight you are." he commanded her. He wouldn't have needed to, the instant his finger pushing into her fleshy grotto her muscles clamped down on his finger hard. How tight this little vixen was! A nice and tight little hole!

"And release." he told her. It took a second for her to relax enough to obey, her muscles relaxing and he slid his finger out and examined the juices coating it. Impressive, Mr Thomas thought to himself. She is extremely wet already.

Picking up his pen, he made a few notes in his report before laying it down and picking up the blue anal beads laying on the side table. He reached between her legs for the lubricant, pouring a generous dollop on the beads and coating them well. Her eyes were on him, her throat contracting as she gulped, realising what was about to come. Another dollop of lube was applied to the crinkled hole of her anus, his finger tracing around and around as it tightened up in fear.

"None of that now" Mr Thomas told her sternly. "I shall be measuring you, not fucking you. Relax."

Her breathing was slowing, her little breasts jutting up, nipples budding beautifull. Mr Thomas kept speaking encouraging words, telling her what an excellent bitch should would make, a prize pet fit for the King. Her eyes slowly closed as she composed herself and relaxed. Slowly and still whispering words of encouragement he pushed the first bead against her ass........



Farmsworth Estate Ch. 04



Mr. Thomas' voice was warm and approving and Ellie was learning her first lessons; that she didn't have any choices left. That Mr. Thomas wanted her to be a good girl.

Shaking and helpless, Ellie was desperate to please him. She didn't understand why, it wouldn't stop him from doing these horrible things to her but she struggled to obey when he put his finger inside her, like her most private parts were his property to play with. He made notes, like a tutor grading her lessons. He praised her with terrible promises.

Ellie's throat worked as she watched him work, felt his finger stroking her hole, wet and warm, and she quivered, arching involuntarily. His stern voice reminded her to behave, she just ... she just didn't know how. She closed her eyes tremors running through her bare body, sweat dampening her forehead and felt the hard round pressure against her anus.

Ellie whined, a soft sound, but the pressure was firm, steady, insistent. Despite herself, her tightly clenched hole eased open in response, delicate muscle quivering, stretching ... Ellie gave a sudden squeal as the first bead popped in. She thrashed, gasping around the gag because it was the most horrible feeling in the world.

Worst of all, it didn't hurt. There was just this sense of pressure, of presence, of something inside her and the dreadful knowledge that more was to come.

Ellie's eyes popped open, searching Mr. Thomas' face, full of desperate plea. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, down her temples to tangle in her dark hair like diamonds. She wanted to be good, she did but oh, please, not this. Not this.

Mr. Thomas wanted her to be good and she felt his fingers again at her hole, pressing the next bead up against her. She'd have to be good with this, too.

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The first bead slipped easily in. Milly cried out, long and hard begging him with her eyes for him to stop. Her bumhole contracted around the bead clamping down.

"Good girl! Now for the second one, relax yourself now." He told her calmly.

It took almost a whole minute for her to relax but when she did Mr Thomas was able to slip the second bead into her amidst another squeal. The third followed the second, then a fourth before he met too much resistance. Milly was crying, her legs trembling, her fingers and toes flexing as he pushed the beads deeper and deeper into her body. With each new bead, her squeals became a higher pitch, this bitch had an excellent pair of lungs! Perhaps she could already sing? It had been a while since the last song bird was able to sing for the Farmsworths during a feast, she had served out her sentence and was sad to have left their service.

Milly's hips were jiggling in place, was she getting off to this? Her juicy little cunt was inches from his face and he could smell her musky excitement as well as see her lubrication slowly leaking out of her and onto his hand.

"You've been very good Milly!" he told her to encourage her. He took a firm grip of the beads in his hand, bracing his other across her pale thigh. "Time to remove these and then we'll give you the reaction test, to see how responsive you are."

Then he pulled them slowly out.

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Each bead he pushed in forced the rest deeper and Ellie squealed and wailed as he filled her with them. She kept trying to squirm away, the beads moving against each other jostled and shifted inside, hips bouncing as she wiggled, ass cheeks quivering. The sense of pressure kindled a sweet, low ache inside her; Ellie's pussy was flushed and plump, lips slick as her body betrayed her under the Kennel Master's watchful eye. How much could she take?

Then Mr. Thomas' hand was on her thigh, fingers digging firmly into trembling flesh, and a shudder ran through Ellie as she felt the drawing tension as he pulled on the beads. Her cries rose to a piercing wail as the beads popped from her anus, one after the other after the other. The tight muscle of her anus pulsed and twitched, stretching wide to release each bead as it popped out, clamping down, only to be immediately forced wide again. Her hips lifted from the table, following the tug of the beads, in a confused mix of unwilling pleasure and shock. When the last popped free, Ellie was sobbing in heartfelt despair. She didn't understand why he'd done that and she didn't understand why she she felt so throbbing and hot and ... shamefully aroused. Ellie kept her eyes closed now, she couldn't bear to look at the man and see him between her legs, looking at her.

She heard the pen scratching in that horrid little book and her shame flamed high again, thinking of him recording all this - everything he was doing, for anyone to see. The clatter of more objects, a faintly metallic clink made Ellie open her eyes; she was too curious for her own good. Mr. Thomas looked pleased as he held up a slim metallic rod, much like the dildo in shape though it didn't grow so fat. Wires trailed from it and Ellie looked at the whole set up in bewilderment, though she wasn't surprised as he lowered the shaft between her legs. "Easy now, girl," he said.

The metal was cold and Mr. Thomas didn't use any lubricant, Ellie didn't need it right now. She shuddered, fists clenching as she tugged on the straps, while the cold shaft parted the warm lips of her pussy and slid deep inside. After the beads, Ellie felt strangely unsettled and the pressure of the dildo was ... comforting. Her pussy squeezed down on the shining shaft, body craving the fullness, even if Ellie's heart didn't want it.

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Mr Thomas worked methodically, checking that the wires weren't frayed or damaged, making sure they were in the correct positions. Milly's pussy was wet, her lips already spread, twitching, almost pleading to be filled.

No lubrication needed, the copper shaft slipped easily into her all the way to the hilt with the accompaniment of a low moan of pleasure. She shivered at the coldness of its metallic touch, even as the heat from her own body started to warm it. Another few wires were produced with small crocodile clips on the end. Leaning over Mr Thomas applied these onto her stiff little rosebud nipples, slowly letting them close down on her fragile flesh. As the pressure of the clips increased, so did the pitch of her yelp of pain. Soon she was panting as the second one went on, fresh tears tracking down her elfin face and dripping into the thick dark hair.

A third clip was produced and Milly's eyes went wide as he carefully leaned closer between her legs. His finger probed her fleshy grotto, parting the lips further to find her clitoris, already hard and bulging. Before he even touched the wire to it Milly cried out loudly, her hips thrashed slightly, as far as her bonds out let her as she begged garbled nonsense behind her gag. She threw her head forward and back in her desperation.

Mr Thomas gave her a stern look.

"None of that now, girl" he told her in a firm voice. "If you keep being silly I'll have to strap you, and then clip this on anyway."

Her head was raised up, the tears pouring out of those lovely eyes as she silently pleaded and begged for him not to.

It went on anyway.

Amidst her crying and shrieking Mr Thomas moved over to the small device on the work bench and took the handle and wound it up smoothly until the pointer said it had 15 seconds of power.

Waiting for Milly to calm down took another couple of minutes, Mr Thomas had always been a patient man. When finally she looked at him from behind her tangle of hair, he smiled at her.

"Ok now for the reaction test. Don't be embarrassed if you don't last long - the pack record has been 10 seconds at the most." he held up the small device, thumb resting above the ON switch.

"Let's begin." 

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The slide of the dildo – cold or not – had been wickedly pleasurable. But when Mr. Thomas leaned over to trap Ellie's tender nipples in cruel metal clips she wailed, fresh tears blurring the world around her. But the third clip ... Ellie sobbed and thrashed, begged wildly and shrieked when he spread her pussy and closed a clip cruelly to her delicate clit. Pain throbbed through her and her pussy clenched tightly down on the dildo in shock. She stared desperately at Mr. Thomas, wide eyes luminous with tears, pretty mouth stretched wide by the black rubber ball, clips standing up from the tips of her nipples and jutting from between the lips of her pussy.

He smiled reassuringly, and Ellie's panting slowed a little, she was so tired and overwhelmed that she couldn't help but find Mr. Thomas a little reassuring, with his patient voice and his steadying praise – even though he was the one doing these awful things to her. If she wasn't strapped naked and trembling to a table, she'd think he was kind of nice. He reminded her of her father's head groom, the one who'd taught her to ride.

"Let's begin."

Ellie's eyes went stunned and wide, head dropping back on the table. A tickling, prickling, maddening charge was rushing through her, sweet and unbearable on her nipples – Ellie's back arched as if she were trying to lift her poor nipples up for more – dark and rich on her clit and so deep, so deep inside her. So good. Ellie's head thrashed, not in denial or pain, but lost in the feelings coursing relentlessly through her. She wasn't able to stop her hips from thrusting up like a wanton whore, uncontrollably trying to fuck herself onto the deep seated dildo and the thrilling pleasure it gave her.

Ellie's voice rose in long, increasingly abandoned, and loud cries. She didn't last ten seconds, she barely lasted five before coming in wild abandonment, noisy and shuddering, flushing a sweet pink, hips jumping eagerly, pussy throbbing and sopping wet. 

For all that Ellie was a well-bred, good girl, she had a needy, hungry pussy, eager to betray her will for pleasure.

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Milly bucked and twisted, her hips pumping the air as she descended into unstoppable pleasure. An almost scream of pure pleasure tore through her entire body as she shook and trembled as if in seizure.

It was like music to Mr Thomas' ears. He always loved this part of his job. Oh, the punishments were enjoyable and infinitely inventive. And there was no denying that harvesting the fruits of his training was gratifying. But this, the moment of sheer pleasure that pulsed through her, the honesty of her body as it begged, pleaded and then couldn't stop itself from taking its joys.

Her body collapsed from underneath her, used and now spent, like she was held up by strings now been sliced. He flipped the switch, turning the current off as the smell of her sex filled the room, her wetness streaking down her thighs as the metal phallus slid out of her. Mr Thomas checked his watch. 5 seconds she had lasted - a good honest effort and he was well pleased with himself.

"Well done Milly!" he exclaimed as he petted her hair, brushing it out of her face. Her eyes were fluttering, as small post-orgasmic tremors shook her body, her fingers and toes twitching. She was panting heavily behind her gag and didn't respond when he undid the straps and pulled it free. Saliva dripped free from her mouth, running along her chin and onto her neck. Absently Mr Thomas produced a hand kerchief and wiped her face with it, removing both saliva and the small beads of sweat that misted her face.

Slowly her eyes opened and blearily she focused on him as he petted her carefully and whispered encouragements to her. He undid the clasps on her hands and feet, patiently waiting until she was focused enough to comprehend what was going on. She opened her mouth slightly to speak but he forestalled her by putting his hand up.

"First I am going to take some photos of you for your portfolio, then you may ask questions."



Farmsworth Estate Ch. 05



A braver girl might have tried to run, Ellie thought, but she couldn't focus and she was so tired.  A good girl wouldn't have … wouldn't have done what she did, given so easily to the pleasure Mr. Thomas tormented her with.  But she had.  Even now she was still trembling as small echoes of her orgasm fluttered through her.  The relief from the gag almost made her cry again; she coughed a little and stirred as the straps pinning her down were loosened.

Mr. Thomas was petting her gently, his touch oddly soothing, while Ellie tried to pull herself together.  She drew her thighs together shyly, ridiculous as it was, and felt the slickness between them, and the warm throb of her pussy, with embarrassment.  Her eyes were heavy lidded in the aftermath of her orgasm but there were traces of bewilderment as well, as if Ellie couldn't understand why her own body had betrayed her so.

"P- portfolio?" She mumbled, pressing up onto her hands so she was sitting on the table, trying to shake her tumbled hair out of her eyes.  The ears pinned tight to her hair tugged and she lifted a curious hand, touching them tentatively and feeling the soft fur, wondering why he'd put them in, what she looked like.

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She looked adorable, so helplessly confused as Mr Thomas went back to his workbench and picked up his camera, screwing the flashbulb into position.

"That's right Milly, for every pack girl that comes through Farmsworth Manor, we record all their details into a portfolio to keep as official records. This includes all punishments, rewards and developments as time goes on." He turned to face her and aimed the camera at her face as she rubbed the soft fur of her new ears.

The flash blinded her for a second as he took the photo and she blinked uncertainly as he came closer to get a better detailed photo of her face.

"Look straight into the camera" he told her, and when she did he took another photo. "Good girl" he told her. Reaching out he pulled her unsteadily to her feet, giving her a second to find her balance before walking her to the wall to get a full shot of her figure. Automatically her hands covered her privates up in embarrassment.

"None of that girl. I need proper photos to go in your file." He told her sternly. 

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Ellie swallowed, lower lip trembling a bit.  She wanted to protest, to plead – she wasn't a packgirl.  But Mr. Thomas didn't look like he'd listen now, any more than he had before.  She moved her hands away at his stern look, not really sure where to put them so she clasped them behind her back, the way she did when her tutor had scolded her for poor homework.  It presented her breasts nicely, though she didn't think of it, and the reddened, slightly swollen nipples.  She blinked at the flash of light.

"My name isn't really Milly," she complained, glancing at Mr. Thomas and his bulky camera form the corners of her eye.  It was tentative boundary testing, as Ellie sought to find her place, tried to get some control over her situation.  The idea that she wasn't going to be allowed any control at all hadn't yet settled in. 

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"My name isn't really Milly," she sulked. It made Mr Thomas smile. Maybe he would find out who's daughter she was from, he knew the Major would want to know for his own sake. He ignored her comment though, he wasn't very fond of pack girls speaking out of line.

"Turn around" he told her. She shuffled shyly round, facing the wall as he moved closer to his work bench. Another photo was taken. His hand came silently down on the handle of a leather paddle as he quickly and stealthily stepped forward, spinning it in his hand to give it extra momentum and slapped it hard on her rump.

She yelp, lifting almost a foot into the air in surprise, clutching her bottom as she spun round and backed away from him. Tears were coming back into her eyes.

"Your first lesson is only to speak when told to." he told her sternly as he placed the paddle on his belt, leaving the threat of it to dangle against his leg. Her eyes never left it. She opened her mouth to say something and stopped, looking down and away from him.

"Much better. Some owners get very upset with pack girls who talk when they shouldn't. You'll find the Major likes to talk to his girls, but wait until you have permission."

He put the camera down on his bench and removed the film, slipping it into his breast pocket to develop it later on.

"We shall get you kitted up and then you may ask questions. Agreed?"

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Ellie nodded, wide-eyed, hands still pressed to her rear.  The thwack remained as a sore, hot patch and Ellie didn't want another.  Her tutor had caned her, once, over her dress and her father had paddled her a few times when she was very small but nothing compared to the way Mr. Thomas had just set her rear afire with one blow.  At least they were done with the photographs, Ellie's vision was still purple blotched from the flash.

Kitted out didn't mean clothes, like Ellie had hoped - she'd be grateful for even the meanest servant clothes now.  Mr. Thomas had chests and boxes and shelves of various things, many of which Ellie really didn't want to get to know any better.  There were stockings, which she pulled on, not quite beyond blushing when she realized they only went up to mid-thigh and the foot end was shaped and padded into ... paws.

"Oh, no -" Ellie started then shut her mouth, ducking her head and looking apologetically at Mr. Thomas, eyes darting to the paddle.  He gave her a warning look and Ellie tried to look very sorry indeed.

He had to help her with the gloves, long and velvety dark, then went up past her elbows because the hands weren't hands.  They were padded and rounded like paws, with small, blunt nails even - like a dog's.  The only comfortable way to wear them was with her hand curled into a lose fist, over a padded bump.  There was no place for her thumbs and Ellie shifted uneasily as Mr. Thomas finished tugging them up, fussing with the high cuffs to get them snug on her arms.

"Good," he stroked her shoulder.  "Now, down girl."

"What?"

Mr. Thomas' mouth hardened and he grabbed her hair, forcing her down to her knees. "Down!"  Firmly spoken, as he released her with a little pat.  "Good girl."

Ellie's breath caught at the tone, the same firm tone all evening - she recognized it now.  It was the same firm, patient tone of voice her brother use to train his dogs.  She stared at her hands, trapped in the paws he'd put on her and made a little dismayed noise - that she bit back before it turned into a word.  'No' hadn't helped her yet and she was eye height to Mr. Thomas' paddle; Ellie didn't doubt that if she made a mistake again, he'd use it on her.

"Almost done," he said soothingly.

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Mr Thomas led her over to the back of the room. Padded apparatus stood above a grill set in the wall. He pointed to it.

"Hop on Milly and spread your cheeks."

She gulped, hey eyes widening at the command, her body trembling slightly.

"I..I...." she started. She gave a yelp as his hand shot out, tangling painfully in her hair. He pulled her head up as he leaned over to stare down into her eyes.

"If we are going to have this problem every time I issue a command, I swear I'll tan your bottom so hard you'll have trouble sitting for a week." He growled at her, a sliver of anger in his voice. She was panting in fear, her warm breath in his face.

"No! No...I...I promise" she whispered breathlessly. He slowly released her hair and she crawled over on all fours to the apparatus. She stared at it for a second deciding how to get on. It was four metal struts, sticking out with padding on the top of each strut. The front two struts were a lot shorter then the back to, and as she clambered awkward onto it she found out it pushed her bottom up even as she bent over.

"Much better Milly." Mr Thomas told her as her ass pointed up, quivering slightly. "Now stay still. I need to make sure you're completely clean before fitting you with a tail."

And he did just that. Using a nearby towel he wiped her sticky juices from her thighs and from her pussy before applying a little more of the lubricant to her bum hole. A small hose pipe connected to a tap of warm water was set in the wall by her head and she watched him in horror as he picked it and took it behind her. She had tightened up in trepidation but with soothing words and patience she relaxed and he was able to insert the hose into her rear. A small gasp escaped her lips, followed by a much larger one as he turned on the tap and let the water clean her insides. Her paws, all four of them, twitched as the water poured into her and Mr Thomas only turned it off when he was positive she was completely clean.

He dried her off with the towel before letting her sit up as he moved round to his own desk, picking out a butt plug. Selecting the correct colour of tail he attached it the the plug and gave it a little gentle squeeze. The tail moved in his hand, the coiled wires on the inside flexing to cause the movement. Mr Yardseller, the previous Kennel Master, had been the inventor of this little device. Rather then a limp, flaccid tail for Major Farmsworth's pack girls, Mr Yardseller had designed a plug tail with fitted coiled wire on the inside in cased in rubber. When pressure was applied to tightened the wires, causing the tail to move back and forth depending on the pressure exerted. When inside of her girls rectum she would squeeze it unconsciously whether she was excited or afraid, and depending on her mood the tail would respond realistically. When afraid the tail coiled down between her legs, curling almost up to her belly. When aroused and excited it would stand straight up and sway side to side. The girls soon adopted it, making themselves wag their tails whenever the Major came to see them and soon it became a big hit. Now it was almost standard for all of England to have these tails fitted to their girls. 

After testing it functionality Mr Thomas held it in front of her, watching as her brows furrowed with curiosity.

"Do you know what this is Milly?" he asked. Mutely she shook her head. "This will be your tail. You will keep it in and never remove it unless you need the toilet or are sleeping, in which case someone with authority will remove it for you."

She still looked confused, a pretty little expression of doubt spreading across her face.

"How?....." She shook her head rather then finish the question. Looks like she is learning, Mr Thomas thought.

"Right, face down and bottoms up." Mr Thomas said, helping her get back on all fours. Moving round to her crinkled anus he positioned it against her hole.

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Ellie was beyond overwhelmed at this point; letting Mr. Thomas position her as he wished, touch her however he wanted.  She still trembled at the memory of the awful feeling of being filled and emptied, given as much choice in the matter as an infant or a horse.  When Mr. Thomas' hand pressed gently against her bottom, spreading her cheeks, she only hung her head with a whimper.

The pressure of some thing firm and cool against her anus reminded her of the beads and as he wiggled the rubber tip against the tender clenched muscle, Ellie's breath hitched in a little, protesting mewl.  But, to her shame, her bottom responded to his patient voice and the pressure by relaxing, taking the rounded tip inside easily.  The plug continued to stretch her though, wider than the beads had, making her ache a little.  Mr. Thomas had to pause, rocking the plug until she relaxed enough to take the flared bulge.  Ellie arched her back with a sharp gasp as the thickest part penetrated her, then her hole clenched down on the slightly narrower base, holding the plug tightly.  Her whole body jumped at the feeling of fullness and pressure, her anus gripping the cool rubber.  The base of the tail was snug between her pale cheeks and seemed to rise naturally from her body.  The length of it was glossy black fur, matching Ellie's shining black hair, and the silky patch of pubic hair that more emphasized than hid her pretty pussy.  Ellie shuddered, her tail trembling as it dropped expressively in distress.

"Oh, oh …." Ellie panted, hips twisting in an instinctive attempt to ease the persistent feel of the tail in her.  When she moved, the plug shifted and pushed inside her, as her tail swayed.  "Please, no more, please …." she begged despairingly.

She mustn't speak, she mustn't, but Mr. Thomas had to stop.  Ellie just couldn't stand any more, how could he ask her to?  She wasn't meant for this.  She couldn't bear this.  She felt like she was breaking apart, like she was dying.  Ellie's paws scrabbled at the floor as she shook, exhausted, overwhelmed, and shocked by the upending of her whole life.

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Mr Thomas watched as she slumped forward, panting heavily in distress.

"Good girl!" he encouraged her, petting her hair softly. "What a fine bitch you are! So pale and smooth, with such dark hair! You will be the pride of the pack!" he promised her. She turned head towards him weakly as he helped her off the bench. He pulled her up on her feet and watched her teeter then for a few seconds, the pads forcing her to remain on her tip toes, before she swayed to far and almost fell if Mr Thomas hadn't have caught her and let her down on her hands and knees gently.

The Major was right! From the looks of things she must have done ballet and gymnastics before. He had never, not in all his years as Kennel Master, seen any pack girl manage to stand up straight while wearing her paws. Maybe I should train her to stand? Mr Thomas mused to himself.

She was looking up at him, still crouched on all fours.

"Ok sit!" he commanded. She looked confused, turning round to look at the bench she had been sitting on before. "No, no, no girl!" Me Thomas exclaimed. "Bond slaves never use the furniture! When I saw sit you must balance in a crouch, back straight, hands in front. Now try again. Sit!"

Awkwardly she sat up, her breasts jutting out invitingly, back straight. Her legs opened, giving him a quick glimpse of her wet treasure before she balanced her body by putting her hands on the floor in front of her.

It was almost perfect. Mr Thomas walked around her before making small correction, chest more forward, back arched more, legs further apart, no eye contact. Poor Milly looked overwhelmed at all this and Mr Thomas was always good at judging these things.

He looked down at her face, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, eyes shining from spent tears. She had her bottom lip caught in her teeth giving her a shy, fragile quality that he didn't get to see often in his job.

"Excellent Milly. Let's add the collar then we can go show the Major your efforts shall we?"

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Ellie gave a hesitant nod.  She didn't really want to see the Major, his bluff,  amused handling of her had signaled the start of the whole dreadful evening, but maybe meeting him and behaving well would keep Mr. Thomas happy.

He acted so nice - he caught her when she almost fell over, he told her what he expected so patiently ... Ellie was struggling to figure out how to respond to him.  Because he'd also been the one to make it impossible to walk, the one to make her behave so shamefully and clearly wasn't going to stop because she cried or begged.  He either ignored or punished her whenever she spoke.

The collar was soft, simple leather and after the paws and the dreadful tail still prodding at her insides -  Ellie was trying to ignore it - the exhausted ache of crying too long and everything else, it seemed so minor.  Still sitting on her haunches, Ellie lifted her chin when Mr. Thomas came near and let him buckle it on.  A little brass tag dangled from it but she didn't know what it said.

She shifted back to hands and knees, because sitting like that was uncomfortable, and winced when her tail swayed.  It didn't hurt but when the tail moved, the plug rocked inside her.  Ellie craned her neck to look over her shoulder.  She didn't really want to know but she couldn't keep herself from looking.

The tail was black fur, glossy and soft and curled kind of shyly down beside one of her thighs.  A little longer than her forearm, it looked like it belonged right where it was, like it was part of her.  When Ellie shifted, it wiggled a little, the plug rocked and she squirmed, starting the whole process over again.  She thought of the ears clipped so firmly to her hair, and the paws and the tail and ... let out a hitching sigh, too weary for more tears.

"Milly," Mr. Thomas said firmly, and she looked back up at him. "Pay attention."  He had a leash in his hand and Ellie simply bent her head, unaware of the way her tail drooped expressively.  The tricky assembly in the plug worked well, and betrayed her feelings to anyone who cared to look.



Farmsworth Estate Ch. 06



Milly's head drooped, her tail shadowing the movement as her internal muscles contracted and relaxed around parts of the plug making it curl up between her legs nearly touching her stomach.

Mr Thomas leaned forward and clipped the end of the leash to her collar next to her name tag. One side of the tag had her name stamped on the metal, the other side bore the Farmsworth coat of arms - two pack girls sitting back to back in a field of roses. 

"Before we see the Major I shall have to teach you a few tricks" he told her gently. "Seeing as you have already learnt sit, we shall begin with "Display". This position is like sit, but you lean back like so" and now Mr Thomas helped her lean back on her feet, legs wide apart and with her hands on the back of her neck. Her hungry little sex was open, the black patch of hair framing it perfectly. Her nipples were hard little buds and her cheeks flushed in shame.

"Balancing in this position can be tricky but I expect you to practice. I'll not be happy until you can maintain that position until I tell you otherwise."

She nodded her head in understanding, even as her legs trembled with the effort.

"Milly, for each position you learn, I shall give you the opportunity to ask me a question. You may ask your first one..." 

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"D-do you do this with ... a lot of girls?" Ellie managed to stammer, struggling to hold the position Mr. Thomas had put her in. She felt so exposed, desperately aware of the new way her pussy pouted open, relaxed and stimulated by what had gone before. She'd never felt like she was open there before, like there was a space inside her meant to be filled. The position also tensed her bottom, making her clench snug around the plug and her springy tail shifted, so as she crouched there it was behind her, curved slightly up along her back.

Display made her feel rawly naked.

She didn't know if she really wanted to know how many girls Mr. Thomas had tormented so, if they were still here, what happened to them. Ellie knew that most lords who kept pack girls kept more than one -- it was supposed to be unhealthy to keep them alone. Them, she thought miserably. It had always been them, often spoken disdainfully by her father, but now it was her. He'd be disgusted if he saw her now, knew what she'd done, spent herself like a ... a streetwalker. But then Ellie shuddered, stricken. It didn't matter. He'd disowned her when she'd been arrested; turning is face from her and her mother had followed without a word.

Ellie looked up at Mr. Thomas, smoky green eyes searching for some kind of reassurance from the only person in the world who even seemed to care she existed.

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"Our Kennel capacity is 40 bond slaves, although 25 is the most efficient number to have. Anymore and you start having multiple packs and all the Alpha Females fight and squabble."

Mr Thomas noticed the tremble increasing in her legs as she struggled to keep herself balanced. The tail had swung from between her legs and pointed up her back now from this new posture.

It certainly would help with her balance, although Milly was doing a wonderful job for a first attempt. I wonder if it's only balance or if she secretly enjoys this? Mr Thomas pondered to himself. Her slit was wonderfully slick with her own juices, but he had already seen her reactions and knew she got wet very easily.

"I was an assistant for 3 years under my the old Kennel Master" He continued "then I took his place and have been doing this for 11 years now. In that time I've trained many girls, much like yourself come through these doors of Farmsworth Manor. They start off as criminals, debtors and vagrants. When they leave, they leave as proud young women, well trained, well educated and with a better outlook on life."

She was panting with the effort of holding it now, even her arms were trembling causing her breasts to wiggle invitingly.

"You may now sit." he commanded. With a sight of relief she dropped her arms forward and balanced herself with them on the ground as she rested.

"Now its time for inspect. It's much easier but I want to see that tail wagging eagerly." he told her. "Bottom up, face down on the floor. Make sure to have that ass as high as you can and keep your arms out in front of you, paw pads facing up."

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It was a relief when she was allowed to sit again, the position wonderfully more comfortable in comparison to display. Her dance exercises helped, the pads on her feet weren't entirely unlike toe-shoes but the sort of spread legged things Mr. Thomas wanted were far from what she'd been taught as a proper young lady.

"That's an awful lot. My father --" Ellie broke off abruptly, a flash of both dismay and stubbornness crossing her face before she went down to the floor. She never wanted her family to know what had happened to her and that meant no one must know who she was. Also, she hadn't been given permission to speak. She tried the position Mr. Thomas described, a little sloppily but quickly -- the speed a hope that he wouldn't be upset with her for speaking out of turn. One question per pose, that was all. She rested her hands on the floor and lifted her rear as high as she could.

She had no idea how to wag her tail, didn't even know how to try and it was also unfortunate that inspect put her bottom in a very vulnerable position.

Still, Ellie gave an experimental wiggle of her rear, arms outstretched, one cheek resting on the clean swept bricks of the examination room floor. She had her eyes closed, not in relaxation but in a small attempt to distance herself from the situation she was in.

Ellie's pretty rump wiggled, pale cheeks flexing, the soft lips of her pussy, nicely available, a little damp. The plug rocked inside her and Ellie shivered, the twitch of her tail more realistic in that brief reaction.

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"That's it girl, put more effort into it!" Mr Thomas told her. "Work at squeezing the plug within you while wiggling your hips."

Her backside was in the air, pale cheeks spread apart by the plug, her moist pussy in full view. The tail was swaying back and forth better now, the wires inside of it, coiling and flexing to cause the effect. From this angle he could see her face down, cheek pressed against the floor, her breasts hanging, stiff little nipples almost gracing the floor. With the toe of his boot Mr Thomas pushed her legs slightly apart, gaping her open invitingly as a small drop of excitement dripped from her onto the floor. 

SMACK!

The paddle connected with her bum, slapping down hard causing Milly to yelp loudly. She arched her back of the floor and looked round at him, a mixture of shock, pain and upset filling her tear laden eyes. In an instant the tail dipped between her legs, curving up and tickling her cowardly little belly.

"I said a question, not an observation Milly." He told her sternly. "You had your chance to tell the Major who your family is but you chose not to. I don't care who's daughter, sister, cousin or relative you are. Here you are a pack girl. A bond slave. A bitch to be trained and used as anyone sees fit. Now back on your face, Milly."

Tears coursed down her face as he told her the harsh truth. She looked away, lip quivering, choking back a sob as she bent over once more.

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Mr. Thomas' praise was encouraging and Ellie tried her best, clenching around the plug made her feel strange -- a mixture of shame and pleasure. It didn't hurt at all, it just felt in her. She could feel the tail moving and she hoped it was doing what he wanted. The cool toe of Mr. Thomas' boot touched her thighs and Ellie scooted her legs wider on the floor, panting a little.

The hard smack of the paddle was a cruel shock and Ellie practically leapt into the air with a yelp. Her front paws skidded on the bricks and she looked back at him with wide, accusing eyes as her tail tucked between her legs like a puppy. He hadn't sounded mad! It wasn't fair!

"I said a question, not an observation Milly." He told her sternly. "You had your chance to tell the Major who your family is but you chose not to. I don't care who's daughter, sister, cousin or relative you are. Here you are a pack girl. A bond slave. A bitch to be trained and used as anyone sees fit. Now back on your face, Milly."

Now he sounded harsh and cruel. But Ellie didn't have the energy to feel defiant, trembling she lowered her chest to the ground and raised her ass high. There was a hot pink patch on her ass, where Mr. Thomas' paddle had landed, and her tail stayed tucked between her legs and no coaxing would change that. Despite, or perhaps because of, the pain, Ellie's thighs spread wider than even Mr. Thomas had guided her and her back hollowed as she presented herself in a wonderfully, pleading, submissive manner.

Ellie didn't look like a proper lady at all as she struggled not to cry, bare ass lifted high.

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Milly's ass quivering in the air made an invited target. Her tail was tucked between her legs and from the little gasps of breath she was taking, she was desperate not to cry.

Mr Thomas sighed heavily. It was tough for new girls becoming back bitches but if he wasn't firm, then she would never learn. A firm hand from the very start was what young bitches needed to develop properly.

Reaching out Mr Thomas held his warm hand on the red skin. She flinched from his touch but remained still afterward. Tracing the mark he had left on her porcelain skin, he savoured her smoothness, trailing his fingers back and forth then between the cleft of her buttocks. He pushed lightly with his finger on the plug, enjoying the low groan Milly made as it pushed into her slightly deeper.

He dipped his hand further and felt her slick entrance between her legs practically dripping with wetness. He slid his finger over her slit and into the small trim bush of her pubic hair and when he pulled his hand back he examined the moisture on his fingers.

Well she obviously isn't going to be learning many positions tonight, Mr Thomas thought as he reached down and gathered the leash.

"Right let's go visit the Major shall we?"

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Ellie didn't say a word, simply sat up so Mr. Thomas could clip the leash to her collar. She knew a rhetorical question when she heard it, her father did that a lot. Besides, with her ass stinging harshly, she'd rather err on the side of silence.

Her dance training did come in handy as she crawled after Mr. Thomas; despite the unfamiliarity of all fours, Ellie was still quite graceful. Moving also eased the anxious tuck of her tail. The plug was a persistent pressure inside, rocking gently as she moved - an intimate, invasive touch. It coaxed little pulses of sensation out of her and Ellie hated the way she couldn't control her arousal, it was like her own pussy didn't even belong to her anymore.

Ellie might be graceful, but she wasn't used to walking to leash. Everything seemed so much larger when she was low like this, doorways places she could bark her shoulders, furniture a forest of obstacles. And Mr. Thomas walked just a little faster than Ellie could crawl comfortably, every time she fell behind, he'd tug firmly on the leash and tell her to 'heel'.

They left the kennel, and Ellie shivered in the chilly night air, nipples pulling tight, her pussy felt chilled too, wet in the cold air. It seemed late, only a few lights were on in the looming building ahead. She looked around curiously, not able to see much in the dark and unable to judge much from the unfamiliar position she was in.

"Heel, Milly," Mr. Thomas said again, shortening his grip on the leash and pulling her back so she was once again crawling at his left side, shoulder even with his leg. "Good girl."

Ellie crawled faster, panting, tail swishing gently from side to side.

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Reginald Archibald Farmsworth

"My Dear, half the Northern Families are purely dark haired" his wife declared as she closed the book entitled "Notable Families of the United Kingdom". The Major knew it was going to be an almost impossible task but his wife's initial enthusiasm had made him at least try. Several large books lay on side tables, flicked through and discarded and still they had only narrowed it down to about 20 families.

The light flickered slightly from behind his right shoulder and a small whimper sounded in the room. Glancing over his shoulder the Major could see that Jess had leaned her head slightly forward to look at him and the candle wax had spilled across her large breasts. Again. The Major smiled at her, although her head her head was leaned correctly back, candle upright in its leather holster strap which covered her mouth and chin. Her chest wasn't covered though and as the evening went on and it became more difficult to remain with her head craned back, more wax and spilled down her, tracks of molten wax spilling down over the curves of her large breasts causing the occasional whimper. Her nipples, large and pink, were hard. They poked out from her chest and through the wax like tiny hills as another glob of the candle wax dripping exactly on one of them. She shuddered, causing the candle to wobble and sending even more down onto her tender body. Already her stomach was dottled with flecks of wax.

The Major reached out with his hand, his fingers tracing the smooth contours of her stomach before dipping down and slipping into her snatch. A low groan slipped from her as he dipped into her wet, hungry hole and using his fingers he pulled her closer to provide a little more light.

Alexander and Geraldine were playing ring toss on the other side of the room, ignoring their parents quiet discussion as they threw stiff hemp rope at a bond slave laying flat down. An oddly shaped dildo was thrust between her legs, curved at such an angle that it stood up straight like a really erection. On her nipples long clips were pinching her, pointing straight up to catch the rope rings on her sensitive parts. Her small yelps, moans and cries were a nice accompaniment to the evening as the children threw rings at her crotch and tits.

The door opened suddenly and Mr Thomas entered the room, Milly sulkily in tow behind him at his left leg. She looked magnificent, with the tail behind her, low but waggling behind her. 

A mighty fine bitch, the Major thought to himself. Congratulating himself on his fine taste in girl flesh. The Major bounded from his chair like an eager boy readying himself for his first hunt.

"Mr Thomas!" he called "How is our newest member of the pack?"

Mr Thomas grinned at him.

"See for yourself, Sir" he replied easily handing over her leash. The Major's family were gathering around, crowding around the young girl with curious eyes and he didn't want to disappoint. 

Time to inspect the little vixen.

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Entering the house was its own ordeal. It reminded Ellie of home, not in any of the details, but in the dark wood paneling, the Persian carpets, the smell of wood polish. It was a home and familiar, unlike the brick examination room, or the auction house or the other places Ellie had mostly been since her arrest. It made her desperately self-conscious as she crawled naked through a servant's entrance and down a hallway at Mr. Thomas' heels.

She didn't know if it was worse or better that the people they passed ignored her completely. The only one to speak to either of them was a housemaid, asking Mr. Thomas a question, giving him flirtatious glances the entire time. Ellie had seen house servants do that occasionally, though they mostly kept themselves to themselves when any of the family was around. Now they didn't bother, chatting to themselves about their work, their employers, or their families.

Mr. Thomas led her confidently to a study and, to Ellie's dismay, it wasn't just the Major - but what must be his family. His wife and two people near Ellie's own age. Ellie shivered all over but she knew very well that disobedience here, in front of the master of the house, would be tolerated even less well than it had back in the examination room. Her ass twinged at the memory of what disobedience earned her.

"Lovely, lovely!" the Major said as he took her leash, smiling down at her in satisfaction. Everyone abandoned what they were doing to crowd around - except for the two other naked girls, one strapped into some kind of terrible gag, holding a candle in her mouth. The other the focus of a game. Ellie's eyes darted wildly before fixing on the tips of the Major's shoes, in a desperate desire not to let her panic take over and make her do something to displease Mr. Thomas.

The Major tugged firmly on her leash, "Here, Milly!"

And to the woman who must be his wife. "You remember my stories about the first bitch I had, my dear? Ah, I adored that creature. I thought this lively thing could live up to that name."

"She's very pretty, father."

Ellie stole a glance at the girl, peering down at her, a rope ring forgotten in her hand. Slender and blonde, she looked down at Ellie with bright, interested eyes.

The Major reached down and scratched Ellie's head, then stroked a broad, warm hand down her back. Ellie shivered and arched, tail lifting tentatively. His touch was firm and confident, calming in a way. It was like he knew exactly what to do and with Ellie bewildered by almost everything that was happening, it felt reassuring. She hadn't been touched so much ... in almost ever, Ellie realized. Not at home, certainly. All the attention was kind of ... nice.

The Major cupped her chin and tilted her face up to the little crowd around her. "Look at that lovely face. He gave her another little pat. "Sit, now girl!"

Ellie sat, as she'd been taught, knees splayed, paws neatly set on the floor, eyes politely down. The last, at least, was normal enough. A polite girl didn't stare.

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Milly obeyed fast enough, her paws hitting the ground, her knees apart, revealing her hungry hole. Her tail however was still curled between her legs as she looked down at a patch of carpet. It'll take her a while to adapt, the Major decided.

"Good girl Milly!" the Major told her kindly and putting his hand in his pocket he removed a little chocolate from it's wrapper and held it out to her. Her mouth opened in a look of surprise and horror. She looked up at him, with those big green/gray eyes, her breath very loud as she shakily breathed in and out. She looked at each of his family in turn, Margery smiling benignly, Alexander with an impatient frown, Geraldine biting her lip girlishly, practically pleading with this new bitch to take her treat. Lastly she looked at Mr Thomas and he could see her firm her resolve as he gave her a small nod of encouragement.

She dipped he head forward, tilting it slightly as she opened her mouth and with a flick of her pink tongue scooped the chocolate from the Major's hand. He smiled down at her as she watched him, slowly chewing on the treat, even a small smile on her face probably from the flavour. Slowly the tail crept up from between her legs and swayed slightly behind her. Geraldine clapped her hands in excitement.

"Good girl, now display!"

Swallowing the treat, she shifted her weight back. Her arms reached behind her, thrusting out her chest even as she widened her legs for a better view of that little patch of hair framing a wet snatch. Her tail balanced out behind her, waggling from the movement.

"Excellent, excellent!" the Major cried, leaning in for a closer look. His daughter reached out and ran her fingers through her hair, exclaiming at its dark richness while Alexander slipped a hand between her thighs. Milly gasped and wobbled slightly before balancing herself once more. Margery smiled at her husband as she took one of the girls stiff nipples between fore finger and thumb, pinching and pulling it taunt.




Farmsworth Estate Ch. 06



Milly gave a little yelp before quickly closing her mouth, looking down at the floor.

"Feel this Reginald!" his wife told him "Feel how stiff her nips are, and how soft and firm they are!"

"Why, I think I shall do just that" he replied, his hand out stretched towards Milly's breast.

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Ellie's only defense was to shut her eyes as everyone seemed to be grabbing for her at once. She was sharply aware of Mr. Thomas, silently watching, and the paddle still at his belt. The taste of chocolate in her mouth reminded her that she hadn't eaten in a while and certainly nothing as fine as that. The girl's touch was nothing too terrible but there was something dreadfully shaming at the easy way the Major's wife leaned in and pinched one of her nipples, tugging on it with a smile for her husband. She looked so elegant and calm and she was playing with one of Ellie's nipples like it was an amusing toy. The younger man's touch was abrupt and rough and Ellie struggled to balance, thighs shaking.

"Feel this Reginald!" his wife told him "Feel how stiff her nips are, and how soft and firm they are!"

"Why, I think I shall do just that" he replied, his hand out stretched towards Milly's breast.

The Major's hand was broad, rough on the tender skin of her breast, as he cupped a hand over her. His fingers massaged and squeezed, then patted her breast lightly to make it jiggle. Her nipples pulled so tight they ached, the one still held tight in Margery's fingers tingling at the stimulation. Between her legs, Ellie's pussy throbbed treacherously and the son pinched her labia, she gasped, eyes flying wide, knees bobbing but Mr. Thomas cleared his throat behind her and Ellie got her balance back, heart pounding. The Major rubbed his thumb over her hard nipple and Ellie whined softly, something between protest and pleading and pleasure.

The girl stroked her hair, scratching gently around the clipped in ears. "Oh, it's all right, you pretty girl, we'll take good care of you. She seems a little timid, father. Do you think that she'll outgrow that?"

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"Do you think she will outgrow that?" his daughter asked.

"Not all of them do, honey" he relied easily, dipping his hand down her smooth stomach and down to her crotch. He circled his finger around her slit, rubbing her clit making her moan loudly. The major continued talking to his youngest child as he played with Milly's clit.

"I remember one fine bitch I had, I believe it was the summer of '92, who even with all the training remained a shy little thing. Why her yelps and cries of passion was almost legendary during the hunt! Wasn't much of a runner though, in fact she was bloody awful in her first hunt."

"Susan never really had the agility to run well." Mr Thomas interjected. "But she was strong and sturdy. Made an excellent horse girl though, Sir."

"Ha! I say! A mighty fine ride she was too!" the Major laughed. Milly was incredibly damp between her legs and his son was making fine use of her natural lubrications by sliding a finger deep into her. His daughter leaned over Milly for a better view even as she wrapped her arms around the girl, a pale hand cupping a pale breast. Geraldine took a deep breath of the scent of her hair and when she spoke her breath stirred the pack girl's hair.

"Oh Father, please may she..." she started. The Major quickly cut in.

"Not tonight Geraldine. She'll be wanting her own bed to get used to and the other members of the pack to meet." he told her. His youngster's face pouted sulkily but he pretended to ignore that, concentrating on the fine vixen in front of him.

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The girl knelt down next to her, smiling eagerly, and the boy's fingers were prying intimately into her, and Ellie was mortified at how wet she was and how she moaned when he pushed a finger deep into her vulnerable pussy. Everyone was watching! Her lashes fluttered, damp now with tears, one streaking down her cheek and her face was red with shame -- but she was so wet. 

She heard the bluff tone of the Major's voice and Mr. Thomas but didn't follow the conversation much. Ellie had been cold coming across from the kennels but she was hot now, flushed, and breathless. The Major's fingers were circling her clit, teasing it until it felt swollen and tight and there was a dull, shameful throbbing building slowly in Ellie. She bit her lip, head twitching in an aborted shake of denial but she stayed properly displayed, even with fingers deep in her pussy, playing with her breasts, stroking her hair.

The feel of the plug in her ass and the pressure in her pussy, her breasts being played with ... Ellie's breathing was ragged, her pussy clenched hungrily down on the teasing touch inside and her tail curled up, betraying her excitement. Geraldine nuzzled her hair, one hand stealing up to caress Ellie's breast gently. Her touch was soft and gentle and a little of the tension left Ellie's face.

"Oh Father, please may she..." the young girl started but her father cut in.

"Not tonight Geraldine. She'll be wanting her own bed to get used to and the other members of the pack to meet." The Major said.

Ellie glanced between the two, wondering a little what Geraldine had wanted -- the girl's fingers were still teasing her over Ellie's skin, pulling on her nipple in soft, milking tugs that seemed to send sparks of pleasure straight through bare body. Ellie's thighs were quivering and she shot a desperate glance at Mr. Thomas. She couldn't hold like this much longer, especially not with the way the son of the family was fucking his finger in and out of her pussy, seeming fascinated by the way she slicked his hand.

"If she falls over," the boy said, something in his voice making Ellie wish she could move away, "you'll need to punish her, won't you, Mr. Thomas?"

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The Major frowned at his son's tone, flicking a glance over to Mr Thomas who caught his eye. He shook his head slightly.

"Actually for the little training she has had so far, she's done a remarkable job, Alexander" Mr Thomas told him in his calm voice. "Plus with your fingers inside of her, she looks like she's not going to last much longer anyway."

The Major glanced down, noticing Milly's heavy breathing, the way her hips twitch as she was grinding herself onto his son's hand gently, trying to not make it look obvious. The Major's fingers were damp with her wetness and he removed them from her body and up to his mouth tasting her on his tongue.

"Enough children!" He told them, stepping back from Milly before she came all over his carpet. Geraldine pouted and with a lingering hand in her hair, stood up and moved away. Alexander though shot his Father an angry look at being denied what he wanted. He pulled his finger out of Milly's cunny and wiped her sticky juices on her, smearing them across her stomach and chest as he moved past her and back to the bound girl still laying on the floor.

"You may rest Milly." he told her and breathing a sigh of relief she fell back onto all fours.

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She couldn't help herself, not when that hot ache inside her. Ellie pushed her pussy against the hands playing with her, struggling against that desire at the same time. She couldn't think, she could hardly breathe, and it was a relief and an awful frustration when everyone stepped away. The girl gave her a last pat, friendly and sweet. It was such a peculiar contrast to the lusty ache between Ellie's legs. The way the boy rubbed his hand over her was just unkind -- even with everything else, Ellie could tell that.

She was already sinking helplessly out of display when the Major commanded her to rest. She hung her head, hair swinging, kneeling on all fours at the man's feet. 

"Good girl, Milly," she heard Mr. Thomas murmur. A little shakily, Ellie settled back to sitting properly. Glancing up at the Major with wide, aroused eyes, she hoped he didn't want anything more from her.

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Milly stared up at him, her eyes sparkling as her tail wagged unconsciously behind her. It was good to see her in a much better mood then when she came in. He patted her head and used his thumb to wipe the single tear track from her face.

"Yes, a very good girl. Well get her fed and bedded for the night Mr Thomas, I dare say she will be hungry and its feeding time soon. Come join me in my study once she's settled for a brandy and cigar, won't you?"

"Sounds delightful Major." Mr Thomas replied taking up the leash once more and leading her out. She glanced back at the Major as she past and even caught the eye of Geraldine as his daughter dashed forward to run her hand over the girls back one last time.

As the door closed she turned towards her Father.

"Oh please Father, please may I keep her in my room? She's much too good for the Kennels, you know how they treat new girls!" she cried. The Major's wife tutted.

"Don't be silly Geraldine. You know she has to stay out there for now. She needs to learn her place and accept it. Then we can see about maybe letting her sleep in your room." Margery told her sternly. "Now no silly nonsense for the rest of the night."

Sulkily Geraldine rejoined Alexander to finish their game of ring toss. They were making bets on who would win and Geraldine perked up when the prize of taking Karen back to their room for the night was mention.

The Major sat back down in his comfy arm chair and reopened his book. The lightening was running low, the candle mostly gone now, melted wax covering pretty much all of the candle girls chest and still dripping onto her bare pussy. His wife took her seat next to his and with a quick smile, pulled out her own book and resumed reading.

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Ellie followed Mr. Thomas out, sighing a little in relief -- she refused to believe there was any disappointment there too -- as they left the Major's grabby family behind. Her thighs were tired now and her back ached a little from all the strange poses she'd been in. She crawled as quickly as she could but Mr. Thomas was always just a little too fast, making her pant and work to keep up.

When the returned to the building that had to be the kennels, they didn't go back to the small brick room where Mr. Thomas had tormented her so. Instead they turned in a different direction, heading to a big barn-like section of the building. There were two men standing by the main door, dressed like grooms, smoking pipes and talking quietly. The straightened up and bobbed their heads when Mr. Thomas came up with Ellie in tow.

"This is the new one, then?" the older one asked gruffly. He had a craggy kind face and a heavy Northern accent that reminded Ellie of the field workers back home. "We've got a kennel ready for her, nice and proper.

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Amber

Amber was lounging around her kennel after a tiring day pulling the Vicar around in his small cart along with Susan. Her body was tanned from the warm afternoon sun, the marks from her harness and bit in her mouth leaving pale lines across her skin. Her bottom still stung from all the blows of the silly man's whip, which he had used to encourage them along. After almost entirely a year of service she thought she was past feeling the shame of all the eyes on her as she had trotted past, the hard soles shoes to protect her feet, clip clopping on the roads. It still burned inside her though.

Amber had been a burglar before being sold for 3 pounds. She had organized daring raids into shops, businesses and rich folks houses before one of her gang had betrayed her. As if being caught wasn't bad enough, she had been also charged with assaulting an officer, a portly man she had shoved out of her way in a bid to escape. For that she had been chained to the public stand and people had paid a tuppence to paddle or pelt her with balls of dirt dipped in paint.

When she had been sold to the Major she had managed to take back a small piece of control. When she had been introduced to the previous Alpha Female of the pack she had immediately shoved the smaller girl over and squatted on her face, demanding that she either lick her fanny or suffocate. The girl chose the latter and Amber had taken control of the pack on her very first day. She knew that Mr Thomas weren't best pleased with the outcome, but they never interfered in pack dynamics unless it was damaging to the girls or their training. Seeing as Jill had submitted and now deferred to her, the keepers were happy to sit back and not intrude. A strong Alpha made for a strong pack and noone had dared challenge her for the title. Her aggressiveness had even impressed the Major, who was fond of a good challenge. He loved to spent time hunting her down and taking her in the woods round to the east of Farmsworth Manor. Fast, strong and cunning, Amber was everything any Master would want from his pack bitches.

"Amber, that's dinner ready." Amanda told her, from her position leaning her head on Amber's thigh for warmth. Amber liked keeping her friends in the pack near, very often they would share her kennel where she could take her passion out on them as she saw fit. Rolling over onto all fours Amber sauntered up to the large feeding bowl set out for all the girls. All the girls not on active duty were already clustered around it, bums in the air, tails wagging expectantly, waiting for Amber. She looked at them all, making sure she made eye contact with each of them before dipping her head down and picking out a chunk of chicken between her teeth and eating it. The other girls crowded round the bowl, leaving a small gap between girl flesh to give Amber room to eat in peace as they jostled for the best bits of dinner.

Some of the girls were still eating, others licking each others faces to clean off any stray bits of food when Mr Thomas and two grooms walked in with a new girl in tow. Her long dark hair spilled over her pale shoulders in long waves, bouncing slightly with each movement as she crawled over to her own kennel, her eyes wide and staring at all the girls in front of her, similarly attired. Amber felt a flash of jealousy. Her own hair was a deep chestnut colour, thick and cut short to be less of a hassle to her. The girls skin was pale white, like porcelain, most unlike Amber's bronzed figure and where Amber was lightly muscled, this girl was slender and graceful. It made Amber feel clumsy just to look at her, with her fine, delicate features and refined, dignified manner.

As soon as Mr Thomas and his assistants had unclipped her leash and left the kennel, Amber caught the eyes of two of her friends.

"Let's go meet the new meet shall we?" she smirked at them.