THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

“How much farther, daddy?” asked Nina.

“About ten less minutes less than last time you asked,” said George Lamont. He had expected this family trip might go a bit different considering that both kids were in their teens now. But Nina had been bugging him just like a five-year-old.

“Nina, leave your father alone,” said Lauren Lamont. “Just let him drive.” She was in the passenger seat, keeping an eye on her husband’s driving. The more Nina bothered him the more agitated he got and he was already speeding in the massive motor coach.

The 14-year-old girl made a face. She was bored and just wanted to get to the doulos ranch. The ranch was way out in the middle of Texas, a two day drive from Indiana. She knew there wasn’t a decent doulos ranch in Indiana, but why did they have to drive all the way to Texas?

“I’m going back to play with Hannah,” said Kevin.

“Already? Again?” said Nina. Her brother seemed to be fiddling with his doulo, Hannah, every hour. Though she sounded annoyed, she rose and followed her 15-year-old brother to the back of the motor coach. It had been a while since she’d spent some time with her doulo, Pete, and she liked watching her brother take advantage of his pretty redheaded doulo.

The two teens walked down the narrow, central hall of the motor coach, bracing themselves against the counters and walls to keep from falling as the motor coach lurched along. In the back of the coach was the playroom. A queen size bed was crammed into the small room, along with a few small cabinets, and four stalls – one for each of the family’s doulos. The stalls were only three feet high and six feet deep, just enough room for a doulo to lie down.

Kevin opened the door for his doulo. He was greeted with the beaming smile of the 15-year-old doulo. Nina wondered how the silly girl could always have a smile on her face, but of course, she was trained that way. No amount of abuse could wipe the smile off her. Kevin reached in and grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled the girl out. She used her hands and feet to help her master as he pulled her clear and stood her on her feet. “I missed you,” said Hannah, though she’d only been shoved into her stall barely an hour ago.

“That’s sweet,” said Kevin. He ran his eyes over the form of his doulo. He never tired of her body. Though her treasures were covered, there was little left to the imagination. She was wearing a tight, short crop top that barely covered her prominent nipples. A pair of tight shorts clung to her hips.

Just seconds behind her brother, Nina opened up Pete’s stall. He, too, beamed a smile at his mistress. “Hi, beautiful,” he said as he pulled himself from the stall. There was no question in his mind that he belonged to the girl and therefore that made her the most beautiful girl in the world. To believe anything else was unthinkable.

The 13-year-old boy had a tight little halter on his upper torso and wore a tight pair of shorts. Though he was able to satisfy her with his growing cock, Nina longed for the days when her doulo hadn’t filled out his shorts quite so well. She’d thought his cock was so cute and hadn’t minded occasionally licking or sucking it. Now it shot out disgusting stuff if she spent too much time teasing him and it was too big for her mouth. She’d had him for three years now and her doulo’s time was about up. She was looking forward to the doulos refresh.

Testing her doulo, Nina just stared at him for a few seconds and then turned to watch Kevin with Hannah. The female doulo was waiting patiently for her master’s signal. When he gave her a quick nod, she grinned and reached for the hem of her brief top. She pulled it off without taking her eyes off Kevin. Hannah’s tits bounced a few times as she held her arms up over her head and then tossed the top aside. Another quick nod from Kevin and she skinned off her shorts to reveal her smooth pussy.

As Hannah pulled off Kevin’s shirt, Nina glanced back at Pete. He was still staring at her with adoring eyes. Even though Hannah was baring her sexy body, Pete wasn’t distracted from his mistress. Hannah turned back to watch Kevin.

Hannah knelt to pull down Kevin’s jeans and then his underwear. She gasped with admiration as if she’d never seen it before. She took his balls in her hand and licked up the length of his cock. Hannah looked over at Nina and Pete as she relished her master’s cock. Then she looked back up at Kevin’s face.

Waiting a few seconds, Nina turned to look at Pete again. He was still staring at her. It was a game she played with him. His cock bulged in his shorts, but he had to wait until Nina was ready for him.

A third time Nina turned to watch her brother as Hannah sucked his entire cock down her throat. She still had his balls gently in one hand and the other hand rested on his ass, pulling him to her. Hannah knew the game that Nina played with her doulo. She’d watched it many times before. Her mouth full of cock, she turned her eyes and looked at the pair again. This time she cocked an eyebrow and nodded ever so slightly to Nina. Without words, Hannah told Nina that Pete was cheating.

Acting surprised, Nina turned to Pete for the third time. This time his eyes were averted to the side, watching Hannah out of the corner of his eye. As Nina turned to him, he knew he was caught and snapped his gaze back to Nina.

“What are you looking at?” said Nina, feigning indignation. It was, of course, the way the game was played. As Pete opened his mouth to explain, she popped a red ball between his lips. He didn’t fight as she pulled his clothes off, flipped him on his stomach, and tied his hands behind him.

As Kevin tossed Hannah on the bed and took her roughly, Nina spanked her helpless doulo. She rolled him onto his back and grabbed his cock. “You ready to make me happy?” taunted the girl as she stroked his cock. After three years of experience, she knew when she was too slow and too soft to do anything but make him more excited. She could (and would) drive him crazy for hours with her touch. But, this time she let him whine, beg with his eyes, and earn her forgiveness. Then, she reached under the skirt, pulled off her panties, and rode him hard and fast.

After a short nap, the two teens were back in the front compartment with their parents. They had tucked their doulos back into their stalls. Lauren looked back as she heard her kids coming forward. “There, that killed almost an hour, didn’t it,” she said. “And look, we’re almost there.”

The kids sat in the couch, watching the billboards go by. ‘Just 10 minutes to the BIGGEST DOULOS RANCH in the BIGGEST STATE in the UNION,’ claimed the first one. The artwork on the sign made it clear that there were huge herds of doulos to choose from.

The next sign invited them to, ‘See Our NUDISTS.’ The sign had a boy and girl around 16 naked and smiling. It was cleverly designed so that as they approached, the image changed to a rear view of the two with them peering invitingly over their shoulders at the passing cars. The next sign was, ‘Don’t Miss Our SWIMMERS.’ This pair of doulos, around 10-years-old, were wearing skimpy swimsuits. The boy’s suit was barely a G-string and the girl’s suit was a network of straps criss crossing her body, but open to show her hairless slit and pink nipples. Again the pair turned as the car approached to show their almost bare asses to the passersby.

‘Everybody’s Favorite –SCHOOL KIDS,’ said the next sign. A pretty little girl and boy, barely 8-years-old smiled at them from that sign. They wore brief little school outfits, a short skirt for her and shorts for him. In the rear view, they were bent forward ever so slightly, revealing ruffled panties on the girl. ‘Choose a HAREM GIRL – Our Local Specialty,’ emblazoned the fifth sign. This had two girls, one in her twenties and the other in her teens. Their veiled faces showed only pretty eyes and left nearly everything else hidden. ‘COWGIRLS & COWBOYS,’ claimed the next sign, though the 20-year-olds on the sign weren’t wearing clothes suitable for horseback riding. Their western looking outfits were little more than hats, chaps, boots, and six shooters on their hips.

“Maybe you’d like one of those, Nina,” teased Kevin, noticing that the cowboy was particularly well hung. Though hung wasn’t quite the right description. It was more like a flagpole between his legs than a hanging appendage.

“One what?” asked Nina, missing the point.

“Kevin, mind your manners,” said his mom, giving him a stern look. She shifted in her seat, hoping that Kevin’s comment had distracted everyone from noticing her own fixation. She’d swiveled her head on her shoulders so fast trying to follow the image of the hunky cowboy that she’d bumped her head on the window.

The final sign came into view. “Our Most Popular Doulos – HOTTIES!” The attire on the boy and girl resembled Hannah and Pete, a clear indication of which corral Kevin and Nina had chosen from on their last visit three years ago.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Kevin.

“Oh, I thought you weren’t doing a refresh like the rest of us,” said his dad with a smile. He hadn’t expected Kevin to hold to his promise to keep his doulo.

“Well, you know, maybe,” stammered Kevin. “I mean, you all seem so excited about a trade in, so maybe I will, too.” He really like Hannah’s body, but the idea of a new doulo was exciting, too.

“Whatever,” said George. “It was all part of the original contract, so it doesn’t cost extra to get a new one.” He turned on his blinker and then steered the motor coach off the highway and into the busy parking lot. An attendant waved him toward the campground where he could park for the week long vacation.

As soon as they stopped, Lauren started issuing orders. “Nina, you get the doulos out and give them a potty break. Then tether them outside for some fresh air. Kevin, help your dad get unpacked.” She climbed between the seats and started unpacking the linens to make their beds.

Nina went back and opened the doors to all four stalls. Hannah and Pete hung back as Ursula and Michael pulled themselves from the upper stalls. The 16-year-old Ursula worn the cute little dress of a schoolgirl and the 17-year-old Michael wore nothing but a tight swimsuit. After Hannah and Pete came out, the four doulos took their turns in the toilet and then Nina took them outside.

Up and down the row of motor coaches and trailers there were people out enjoying themselves. Some were trailed by doulos and some were alone. Many of the vehicles had doulos tied to the back end. Nina led the family’s four doulos around to the back of their coach and tied them out where everyone could see them. The Lamont’s doulos stretched, glad to be out of the confines of their cramped stalls. One by one they took a turn sucking on the nipple on the back of the coach, slaking their thirst.

“Hello, new arrivals,” called out a man in a golf shirt and slacks as he approached them. “Welcome to the Abilene Doulos Ranch. I’m Carl Patterson. Can I get your name?”

“Lamont,” said George. “George Lamont. My wife, Lauren, and this is Kevin and Nina.”

Carl scanned his list. “Ahh, yes, I got you. Here for a refresh, I see. Always glad to have return customers. Have you enjoyed your doulos?”

“Absolutely,” said George. “Nice having a little piece of tail around the house whenever you want it. Lauren enjoyed her boy toy, too.”

“And the kids?”

“Kevin was a little reluctant to trade his little Hannah in, but I think he’s come around now.” George lowered his voice as he said, “She’s got a mouth like a Hoover, if you know what I mean. Don’t blame Kevin for wanting to keep her.”

“We got a special on a second ownership,” said Carl. “He can keep the one he’s got and get a new one, too.”

“Yeah, right,” said George. “You may have a special, but I can’t afford the tax on a second one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” nodded Carl. “I know what you mean.” The government allowed one doulo per person. They allowed additional, but the tax on a second or third or more was 25% of the purchase price every year. Owning a doulo was the mark of the upper middle class. Multiple doulos were an extravagance beyond most people.

“Well, here’s the deal,” said Carl. “I need to take your doulos to the vet for a checkup. In the morning, I’ll meet you at the club house between 7 and 8. We have breakfast for you and we’ll start the tour of the facilities.”

“Great,” said George. “Give us time to get settled in.”

“When do we get our doulos back?” asked Kevin.

“If you want to trade in, you don’t get them back,” said Carl. “We take them, check ‘em out, and put them back in training. You’ll get a new one as soon as you pick her out.”

“No doulo tonight?” said Kevin. He’d grown so used to having her around.

“You’ll survive,” said his dad.

“Of course, if you want to keep her, you can,” said Carl. “I heard you might not want to trade her in.”

“No, I guess I’ll trade in,” said Kevin. “Kind of looking forward to a new one.”

Nina noticed for the first time in three years, the smile was gone from Hannah’s face. It was replaced by a look of shock and disappointment as her master gave her up so easily. “Silly little doulo,” said Nina under her breath so only Hannah could hear. “Maybe you thought he loved you and would set you free someday.” The girl got a sense of satisfaction as she could see just how deep her words cut.

Carl took the leads of the four doulos and led them off toward the barns where they would start their deprogramming and retraining in preparation for being resold. The Lamont family thought no more of their recently departed doulos than they would have of an old car they were trading in for a new one.