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  Placing a finger on the opening, I circled for a moment and felt her stiffen, then slid the digit in. It went in easily and instead of her fighting it, she relaxed and moaned. Keeping my finger embedded to the second knuckle, I glanced up at Garrett, whose eyes were affixed to her pussy. It was dripping wet, her lips there swollen and red, her clit uncovered by the little hood that protected it. I ran a finger over her folds and up to her clit. Sarah bucked at the contact and groaned.

  "Am I hurting you?" I asked.

  "No. Tagg. Oh, it feels so good."

  "See what happens when you have a big plug in your ass?" Garrett asked as he knelt down by her head.

  "What?" she breathed.

  "You're aroused because your body is preparing for our cocks in your ass. You want your ass filled. Do you want us to fuck you, Sarah?"

  She shook her head, her bun finally coming undone and her red hair spilled upon the floor. I plunged two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly finger fuck her, all the while the finger on my other hand that filled her ass remained still.

  Sounds of her pleasure rang in the air.

  "Do you want us to fuck you, Sarah?" Garrett repeated.

  "Not in the...ass. You're too big!"

  "No, not yet. But soon. How about we fuck your sopping pussy?"

  "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Yes, please."

  My cock jumped against her belly at her words.

  "Since your ass still isn't ready, you can take both of us by showing Tagg how well you suck cock," Garrett told her.

  I pulled all of my fingers free of her openings.

  "Kneel on the floor, baby."

  Sarah worked her way off my lap to kneel between my knees. She glanced up at me through her dark lashes, her green eyes like emeralds.

  "You've been sucking Garrett's cock?" I asked.

  Her luscious lips were parted and she was breathing heavily as she nodded.

  "Then take mine out and show me what you learned."

  She opened the placket of my pants with her small hands and pulled me free. Her eyes flared at the sight of my big cock, but no worry came to her eyes. Quite the opposite, in fact. She looked at it longingly and licked her lips before taking the broad head into her mouth. I couldn't help but groan at the hot, wet pull of her mouth, the way her hands gripped my thighs.

  I saw Garrett undoing the button on her skirt before tugging the fabric down over her hips to pool around her lower legs. Yanking on her hips, he lifted them up so she was on her knees, ass up. This had her head lowering farther onto my cock until I was practically bumping the back of her throat.

  Garrett pulled out his cock and filled her without any preamble and she screamed around me. The vibrations of this muffled sound had me close to coming. Once he was seated completely, he reached around and filled his hands with her breasts. "Now that you are married, your body is recognizing that you belong to us. Your ass wants to be filled. Your pussy is all but dripping for our cocks. Your mouth needs to taste our seed. Your breasts need to be fondled. You're going to come for us. Right now, Sarah, because your body knows we're in charge."

  Just like the good girl she was, she came on command, her eyes closing as she held herself still, my cock resting on her tongue as she came. Her hips wiggled, but could she could barely move being held in place between both our bodies. Once she settled, she returned to sucking my cock, this time with a little extra vigor, as if the orgasm made her voracious.

  Garrett began to move again, fucking her pussy as I fucked her mouth. Her innocent licks, her naive shift of her hips had both of us coming faster than usual. I lifted my hips as I came, filling her mouth with my seed, watching her swallow it down like a working girl at Rose's brothel. Garrett's grip on her hips tightened as he buried himself in her as he came.

  GARRETT

  We didn't put a plug in her ass right away. It was important to have her filled and stretched, but it was crucial to pace the training well, especially now that she was in heat. And because of this, it was time to transition her to fill her ass herself, to have her consciously want to fill it, not because we demanded it. This would help train her mind to see that what we wanted of her was acceptable and pleasurable. With this adjustment, when her ass was finally ready for a cock, she'd ask for it because she'd submitted mind and body.

  Tagg and I ate large portions of our dinner, our hunger elevated from the pre-meal fucking. Sarah ate as well, but she squirmed in her chair and her nipples remained hard. We skipped putting her skirt back on her, so she was practically naked as she ate.

  "I'm concerned about your nipples, Sarah," I said, having a drink of water.

  Her green eyes met mine before glancing down her body. "Why?"

  "They're still hard and they look sore."

  "I...I can't help touching them," she replied, just before putting a piece of roast in her mouth and chewing.

  "It feels so good, doesn't it?" Tagg asked.

  She nodded, although concern was evident on her face, clearly afraid we'd spank her again.

  "Show us."

  Her eyes widened in surprise. "You're not mad?"

  "Quite the opposite, in fact," I replied. "I loved watching you touch them when we fucked you in the tack room. Show us, Sarah."

  Putting down her fork and knife, she glanced down her body, then tentatively lifted her hands and began to play with her very pink nipples.

  I leaned back in my chair and watched, learning how she did it and what made her feel good.

  Tagg stood, went to retrieve the ointment and returned, taking the lid off for her. "Here, baby. When they get chafed when you play with them, use a little ointment."

  She dipped her small fingers into the jar, then smeared the slick ointment onto each nipple.

  Working them with her thumb and forefinger, she leaned back in her chair, relaxing into her actions.

  "Now that you've grown somewhat accustomed to the plug, you'll put one in yourself from now on."

  Her eyes were foggy with desire, her brain sluggish. "But...but I was disobedient for taking it out when you said not to," she countered, a frown marring her delicate features.

  "True, but you were spanked for disobeying us, not for anything else. We'll give you a plug of our choosing, and you will take it in and out at your discretion. But you'll need to spend some time fucking your ass with it, keeping it in for longer and longer durations as part of your training. On occasion, we'll have you lift your skirt to show us that it's in, or you'll put it in while we watch so we know you can take it."

  "What if it's too difficult?" she asked.

  "You'll have the ointment to coat it and prepare your ass, which should be all you need. It will take time, Sarah, for you to work them in. There's no rush to do so," Tagg added.

  "As for the pill, you'll only need one if we find you're not slick enough." Her arousal was strong without the pill and we didn't want her falsely needy. We only needed the pill to help break through her mental barriers, although we certainly wanted to keep the option available if that changed. Most brides in Liberty took a pill daily so they were constantly and permanently aroused. It allowed for a deeper level of submission, but for Sarah, submitting to such extremes wasn't a requirement for either Tagg or me. Taking both of us at once was ample. For now, and most likely permanently, the ointment would be all she'd need to make her ass slick and offer a slight nudge to her arousal.

  "You may come anytime you wish, whether we are with you or not," Tagg added, his look intent and clear. "Anywhere."

  Her eyes drifted open. "May I come now?"

  "Can you come from just playing with your nipples?" Tagg asked, his brow arched.

  Sarah bit her lip as she tugged, her slick nipples elongating. She nodded.

  "I don't think she can," Tagg said to me, all but daring her to do so.

  I shrugged, playing along. "Probably not."

  Sarah's eyes flared briefly at the challenge and she worked her nipples with extra vigor. We returned to our food as we watch
ed her avidly. This was a first for both of us, having an aroused woman bringing herself to orgasm as we ate our dinner.

  It only took a few minutes, but Sarah did achieve orgasm solely from nipple play. Her head dropped back, her lips parted as she cried out, the sound so erotic my cock was hard once again, even after fucking her a short time ago.

  Once recovered, she looked at us smugly, pleased with herself. Her nipples were glistening with ointment, softening and red from her rough handling. Then, as if a curtain was lowered, she realized what she'd done and mortification set in.

  "Sarah, it’s incredible that you're so responsive. There's no shame in showing us your pleasure," I told her, hoping my words were reassuring. An orgasm solely from nipple play demonstrated how sensitive she now was.

  "But--"

  "Look at me, Sarah," I commanded. She lifted her chin. "What you do is just for us. Just for your husbands. We're so proud of you."

  Tagg nodded in agreement. "Such a good girl."

  She softened at our words and a shy smile formed on her lips while the slick evidence of her nipple play remained. Slowly but surely she was becoming ours.

  CHAPTER NINE

  SARAH

  The next two days passed in a blur. Tagg had given me the plug to insert, most definitely an increase in size from the one affixed to the harness I'd worn when disobedient. I'd learned what happened when I did not obey their words. In this particular case, I understood the reasoning behind their request. At least now I did, with clear hindsight. Their cocks were big. When I had them in my mouth, I could barely take them to the back of my throat, and my lips were stretched wide around their vast girths. My ass, as it was, was no match for such brutal size. They were only thinking of me. And, when the plug attached to the harness deep had been within me for most of the day as punishment, I had only been thinking of it.

  That night, they'd fucked me together once again as I laid spread out on Garrett's bed, my head hanging off the edge so that, even upside down, I took Tagg's cock deep into my mouth. At the same time, Garrett knelt between my spread thighs and fucked my pussy. Before I fell asleep, they watched as I worked the new plug into my ass. It had taken time to do so, this one so much larger, but they'd helped me by having one set of hands play with my nipples, the other rubbing my clit and filling my pussy as I did so. I fell asleep shortly after a second orgasm roared through my body.

  It was dark when I awoke to being rolled onto my belly and fucked by Garrett, my hands gripping the rails of his headboard. It had been so tight with his rigid cock and the huge plug filling me at the same time.

  My need to come didn't dissipate the next morning, even after being bent over the kitchen table for Tagg's turn inside me as Garrett stood at the mirror and shaved. After the meal, they left to tackle their morning chores and I'd spent that time adding ointment to the plug and fucking myself with it. I'd gone upstairs and laid back on Garrett's bed to do so, knees spread wide and pulled back just as Tagg had showed me. I came, again and again, as I strummed my clit at the same time. This was how the men found me when they returned for the noon time meal. Garrett had pulled the plug free and taken me, then Tagg directly after.

  The men were insatiable, and yet, it seemed, so was I. Sometimes they fucked me together, other times just one of them. Tagg had pulled me into the stable to fuck me against a rail. Garrett had made me sit on the porch steps while he stood in front of me and I sucked his cock. All the while, I was adjusting to having the plug in for longer and longer durations, and the time needed to insert it became shorter as I relaxed completely during the process.

  And during these two days, I'd learned that my husbands were demanding, especially with my body, but always brought me to pleasure at least once, if not more, every time they took me. They put me first above everything, tended to me, were worried about every little concern I had, and ensured that I was protected, cherished even. Every time they inspected my ass, they were pleased with the results and promised me soon they'd claim me together. Those words, those promises, had me focused on readying myself for that moment. They pleased me so greatly that all I wanted to do was please them in return.

  We hadn't had any visitors at all, nor any mention of going into town, since we were married. I was used to having my breasts exposed. In fact, I liked it immensely when they were able to playfully tug and play with my nipples anytime they wished, for they brought me to orgasm each time they did. And I was adapting to walking with a plug filling me. But when Tagg mentioned visiting the nearest neighbors to begin my transition back into society, I'd been surprised.

  Garrett had given me a scarf of the same fabric as my blue blouse and wrapped it around my front so my breasts were covered modestly. The covering buttoned in the back. It felt strange to have even the softest of materials against my nipples, and I realized how accustomed I'd become to having them uncovered. They both agreed that I should forgo a plug as we would be taking the wagon. The ride was only an hour, yet the sun was warm. Being between the two men on the bench seat, I felt protected. When Tagg's hand covered mine atop my thigh, I felt cherished.

  "Our neighbors are Davis and Olivia Holland. They run a cattle ranch, although not as large as your father's spread. They have numerous ranch hands to help out, so you may meet some of them as well."

  "Do they have children?" I asked.

  "Davis is a few years older than I am," Garrett said, putting the man in his early thirties. "Olivia is much younger and they have been married over a year. No children as of yet."

  "We have not seen them often since Davis has chosen a very thorough training for his bride," Tagg added.

  I glanced up at the man's profile. His hat shaded his face, putting his features in shadow without diminishing his handsomeness in the least. His jaw was still strong, his hair still silky soft, his lips still demanding.

  "I thought my training finished when you could take my ass," I commented.

  "For you perhaps, since you have two husbands, and taking you together is our first priority, but there will always be new ways for you to show your submission, Sarah."

  "Some husbands have more requirements than others, some expect a deeper level of submission, and that takes time," Garrett added.

  "If you're a good girl, on the way home, we'll pull over and fuck you, ensuring you come at least twice," Tagg vowed.

  My body responded to his words so easily. Was I so much more trainable than this woman Olivia Hill?

  "Three times, perhaps." Garrett grinned.

  As he spoke, the ranch came into view. There was a large house and several outbuildings, one clearly a barn, another a stable as it had a paddock beside it, and what appeared to be a bunkhouse in the distance. A creek meandered behind the buildings and large cottonwood trees flourished beside the water source.

  We pulled up by the house and Tagg helped me down. I adjusted my straw hat against the sun. A man came around from the side of the house.

  "I thought I heard someone approach. It's good to see you both."

  The man was as tall as my husbands, but lankier. His black hair peeking out from beneath his hat. I noticed that he his complexion was darker than that of my husbands.

  After shaking hands, Garrett introduced me to Davis Holland. "This is Sarah. She is my wife."

  "Sarah, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm sure you'd like to meet my wife, Olivia. She is, unfortunately, being punished at the moment, so she isn't able to come and meet you. Perhaps I can take you to her instead?"

  Unsure, I glanced at Tagg. "We do not wish to interrupt any correction you may be giving."

  Davis held up his hand. "I assure you, she is learning her lesson without me at present. Come."

  Garrett took my hand and we followed the man around the house and toward the stable. Under the shade of a large cottonwood was a woman, bent over what appeared to be a chair, where she was sucking a man's cock. I froze in my steps, but Garrett continued to walk, forcing me to stumble to keep up. When we were w
ithin twenty feet of the woman, Davis paused.

  "This is my wife, Olivia," Davis said, his hand gesturing in the woman's direction. "She is being corrected for her behavior earlier."

  Garrett gave my hand a squeeze and I kept all the questions I wanted to ask to myself. Olivia was bent over a narrow chair so that she knelt on the ground, her skirt ruched up on top of her back with her ass exposed. Her knees were spread wide, resting on the outside of the chair legs that exposed her pussy and ass. Each hole was filled with what appeared to be very large plugs. She wore a white blouse that exposed her breasts, which hung down past the front edge of the seat. From each nipples dangled something heavy as they were being pulled down toward the ground. Weights, perhaps? Her hands tightly gripped the front legs of the chair. Kneeling in front of her, a man fucked her mouth. He had a firm grip on her dark hair to hold her head in place as he thrust his cock in and out.

  When I'd taken Tagg or Garrett in my mouth, I'd been able to raise and lower my head to control the speed and depth of their cocks, but this was truly fucking. Olivia had no control over how the man filled her mouth. Her eyes were open and slurping sounds could be heard, even from our distance.

  "Olivia, the Erickssons are here."

  She groaned, but could do nothing more. The man taking her glanced our way and nodded in greeting, but didn't slow.

  Other men milled about, some by the paddock, others coming in and out of the stable. One man even had his cock out and stroked it.

  "I found Olivia alone in the tack room with one of the men." He turned to face us, ignoring what was being done to his wife. The sight stunned me. Didn't he care for her? Didn't he object to having other men use her? How could he be so cruel, yet appear so...nice?

  "Nothing untoward occurred, but she is quite the temptation for the men and she knows not to be alone with them. They cannot expect to control themselves when she places herself in advantageous situations. Therefore, if she wishes to offer herself to the men by disobeying me, then they may have her. This is her correction bench. I had it specially made for just such occasions, as they seem to occur with frequency. It is portable so she can be corrected anywhere I choose. However I choose."