THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

The next morning, the Lamonts went down to the club house for their complimentary breakfast. As they finished, Carl was waiting for them. He sat them down at a table and laid out a few brochures. “You’ve got the lifetime doulos program with a three year refresh,” he said, scanning the fact sheet he had for them.

Of course his job was to try to sell them more. He explained the new options. They could upgrade to a one year refresh, getting new doulos every year. Or, they could take advantage of the new doulos time share option. A clever loophole in the tax laws allowed them to own twelve doulos each as long as they only had one at a time. The time share option allowed them to have the same doulo every January, then a different one for February, and so on. “Kind of a doulo of the month club,” added Carl.

George and Lauren politely refused each new offer. They’d come knowing there would be a sales pitch. They were determined to just stay with the program they had and spend no additional money.

“Please, daddy, that sounds like fun,” pleaded Nina. She wanted more variety.

George turned to his daughter and said, “When you’re making your own money, you can do what you want with it. Now be quiet or wait outside.”

When it became apparent that his sales pitch was to no avail, Carl got down to explaining the options for their current program. Again he referred to his fact sheet. “You’ve all chosen the Lolita age group,” he said. “That’s means you’ll be looking at the 6 to 21 year old age group. Is that right?”

“Sure,” said George. But, Carl looked at each of the Lamonts in turn, getting a nod from each of them. It was the most popular choice, but the four didn’t all have to choose from the same age range and he wanted to make sure.

“OK then, you only have two more choices to make. Which corral do you want to pick from and how do you want to make your choice.” He paused and smiled. “Then, of course, comes the big choice… which pretty little doulo do you want to go home with you for the next three years.

“So, let me just run down the basics of the corrals. The less clothes the doulo wears, the more randy he or she will be. You pick from the nudists, you’re going to get a doulo that tries to seduce you all the time. It’s the corral of nymphomaniacs. The swimmers are only a little bit less ready to go all the time.” He winked at Lauren, knowing that she had just traded in a swimmer. “They don’t need much of an invitation.”

“The hotties and the cowboys and cowgirls are pretty much the same as far as the randy meter goes. They’re teases. They dress hot, but come across reluctant.”

Kevin and Nina could remember the early days of owning their doulos. Hannah and Pete had been reluctant, but that had faded over the years.

“Now, you need to remember, of course, that you can dress your doulo anyway you want once you own it. You can put clothes on a nudist or dress a hottie like a school kid. That doesn’t change their basic sexual orientation. So, let’s see, we have school kids. This is the only corral where we guarantee a virgin. She or he will not even know what sex is about. You’ll have to show her, take her, and make her… or him.”

“Yeah, I had one of those,” said George. “They’re only innocent for the first couple of weeks.”

“Sure you don’t want the one year refresh, George,” asked Carl, seizing the opportunity for a sale. “Get a new innocent one every year.”

“I’m sure,” said George, even though he wasn’t. He just couldn’t afford the upgrade right now. Besides, he’d decided not to take a school girl this time.

“OK,” said Carl. “Let’s talk about harem girls. Not so innocent, but I will guarantee you that for the next three years, she will blush every time you take off her veil… not to mention the rest of her clothes. Sorry, ladies,” he added to Lauren and Nina, “we don’t have harem boys.” He looked back at George and Kevin. “But, for you, the harem girls know about sex, they just don’t like to give it up.” He focused on George as he added. “You want one you have to take every time, try a harem girl.” He paused to let his words sink in.

Then Carl continued. “I know about 95% of our repeat customers have already made up their minds. So, what will it be… George, you want to go first?”

“A swimmer this time,” said George.

“Lauren?”

“Cowboy,” she said, looking straight at Carl. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the rest of the family as she said it.

“Great choice,” said Carl. “Kevin?”

“Do I have to decide right now?”

“Absolutely not,” said Carl. “You have until noon Thursday to pick one. If you don’t pick one by then, you’re going back home with…” he glanced down at his sheet, “… Hannah.”

He turned to the youngest of the family. “How about you, Nina?”

“A nudist,” said Nina.

Beside her Kevin snickered. Her dad choked off a laugh, turning it into a cough. “Shut up,” said Nina, punching her brother.

“Ah, the pleasure of being multi-orgasmic,” said Carl, which only made Nina blush more.

“Now the next choice,” he quickly added, turning attention away from Nina. “How to pick your doulo. We offer three exciting options. First, the auction setting. We will parade every doulo in the corral – 200 of them altogether – before you very eyes and let you pick the one of your dreams. Imagine, 200 girls between 6 and 21 for your approval. Or,” he turned his attention to Lauren and Nina, “200 boys between 6 and 21 parading just for you. That’s option number 1. Very popular with the women.” He looked knowingly at Lauren and Nina as he said, “A chance to check out the goods before buying.

“Option number 2 is the safari. Quite popular with the men, but available to men and women alike.” His voice got hushed as he described the hunt. “You enter the corral armed with a paintball gun. The doulos see you coming and scatter like wild beasts. The hunt begins. Maybe you’ve already seen the one of your desires or maybe you have hunt down each one until you see the perfect specimen. Your guide takes you deeper and deeper into the wilderness until you spot your choice. Bam! A single shot marks the prey and you’ve got yourself a doulo.”

His voice returned to normal. “Of course, if you shoot the wrong one, you’re not bound to the single shot. You can either just pick one or keep up the hunt until you shoot the right one. Shooting the wrong one though is a $75 vet bill to fix the welt. We treat the welt on the right one for free.”

He looked at Lauren as he said, “And then there’s the old fashioned roundup. Most popular with owners who’ve chosen a cowboy. You enter the corral on horseback with a couple of our wranglers. They’ll keep the doulos in a herd as you circle and pick out the one of your desires. Once you pick him out…” he paused and looked at the rest of the family, “… of course you can choose this option too, so once you pick her out, our wranglers will rope him or her and bring the doulo back to you.”

Carl scanned his sales brochure quickly. “Oh, and I forgot to mention… let’s see, not really important except for Kevin. If you pick a harem girl, the only way to choose her is by auction. So, George, how do you want to choose your swimmer?”

“Auction.”

“Lauren?”

“I gotta cowboy,” said the woman. “He’s gonna get his ass roped.”

“Perfect,” said Carl. “Nina?”

“Auction.”

“I want a hottie,” said Kevin, abruptly. He’d noticed that the rest of the family had changed their choice from the previous doulos they’d had, so he felt he had to explain his choice. “I liked the one I had and I want another.”

“Fine, hottie it is,” said Carl. “And you want to pick her how?”

“Hunt,” said Kevin.

“Great! We’re set then,” said Carl. “I just have a couple more questions. You marked down the answer to this question on your pre-visit form, but I just want to confirm that the boys want girls and the girls want boys.”

Again the four Lamonts nodded.

“Just checking,” said Carl. “Sometimes we have boys that want a boy or girls that want a girl.” He looked specifically at Nina as he added. “Girls have more stamina than boys. They don’t ever go soft on you and need time to regenerate.”

After sinking that idea in Nina’s head, he didn’t miss a beat as he continued, “Shall we say the games begin at 1 this afternoon, after lunch?”

“Yes,” said Lauren. She looked at her family as she took the maternal control. “We’ll have lunch and then be back by 1. Oh, and, we can change our minds between now and then, can’t we?”

“Yes,” said Carl. “But, I’m going to go have things set up. If you change your mind, then you’ll be picking tomorrow morning instead of this afternoon.”

After lunch, the family was split up to make their choices. George found himself in a comfortable chair, sitting ten feet back from a large stage. “Good afternoon, Mr. Lamont,” said a giant voice that filled the room. “We have assembled the finest little swimmer girls in the whole of North America. Please take your time. We have three days for you to make your choice. The sooner you make your pick, the sooner you’ll have a little bed warmer… but take your time. She’s your for the next three years.

“What we’re going to do first is show you ten at a time. Just tell me which ones to keep. This first round is just to find your favorites, not to make a final selection. Feel free to get up and feel up the merchandise. Now, here’s the first ten.”

George could tell without getting out of his seat that none of the first ten was right for him. They were going in age order, oldest first. The 21-year-old swimmers didn’t look quite as cute in their revealing swimsuits when they had full grown tits and wide asses. “None of them,” said George.

“We thought so,” said the voice. “That’s why we have you look at them 10 at time for starters. You have an age range, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Want to skip right to it?’

“No, let’s see them all.” Perhaps one of the older ones would catch his attention. Yet, as the worked from 21 through the older teens, the next six groups all met with disapproval and were quickly dismissed.

The seventh group to come on stage had a petite brunette that caught George’s attention. “Number five can stay,” he said. She was around 15, but looked even younger. Having second thoughts, he almost dismissed her. She’d be 18 after three years and he wasn’t sure she’d still have that same young appearance by then.

With the next group, he wondered that girls that age could be so full breasted. “Nope,” he said. As the ninth group came on stage, he finally started to see the right body type. These were around 13-years-old. He kept a pretty little blond and a brunette.

It wasn’t until the fourteenth group came up on stage that he got up out of his seat. The girls lined up in front of him now were around 9-10 years old. He climbed up the steps to get a closer look at them. Any one of them would be perfect. Doulos were bred to be beautiful, so he hadn’t seen a single one so far that had failed that simple test. But, this prepubescent bunch really tickled his fancy. He walked down the line of the perfect little preteens, admiring their flat chests, their taut nipples, and their bulging, bald pussies. Stopping in front of a girl with short blond hair, he asked, “How are you at cock sucking?”

“Master, if you shoved a banana down my throat, I could peel it, suck out the good parts, and give you back the skin.”

George stared at the girl. She had hard, little pink nipples, barely the size of his little fingernail. The suit she wore revealed her ribs, her slender waist, her narrow hips, and her smooth pussy. He put his hand on her head and turned her around to see the pert little ass.

“What’s your name?” asked George, feeling a little giddy.

“Marcia.”

“How old are you?”

“Nine.”

George turned his attention to the nameless voice. “I’m done,” he said. “I’ll take her.” He looked at his watch. He’d been there for 22 minutes.

It wasn’t until the next day that the Lamont family actually got their doulos. There were titles, health advisories, disclaimers, and endless paperwork to be signed.

At 9 on Tuesday morning, George met his little 9-year-old Marcia as her owner for the first time. The hot swimmer was wearing just the skimpy suit she’d been wearing the day before. It gave George pause as he stared at the slender girl. Straps ran around her neck and split over her collarbone. One strap on each side ran under her armpit to her back while another ran down her chest and directly over her nipple. Nothing was hidden though as the strap over her nipple split in two to neatly frame her pink nipple.

The front straps ran from her nipples, met briefly above her navel, and then split to straddle her cute little outie belly button, before disappearing between her legs… framing, but not hiding her bulging pussy lips as they did. The strap from behind reappeared between her nipples and her belly, crossed over her body and disappeared again behind her. In the process, it joined with the straps between her nipples and navel, keeping them in place.

Bewildered, George asked, “Does that suit come off?” It looked so complicated, he wondered if it would come off without cutting it off.

“Why?” asked Marcia.

Why indeed, thought George. Her pussy, her mouth, and her prepubescent tits were available to him even while she wore the suit. He reached for her, running his hands over the youngest girl he’d ever touched like this in his life. As he did, he felt his cock growing in his pants.

The first meeting between master and doulo was done in the privacy of a soundproofed room at the ranch. George had a certain level of decorum he expected of himself in the presence of his family, but now there were no rules. Now he could ensure the obedience of his doulo for the next three years.

“Do you know what it means to be a doulo?” he asked the girl.

“Yes, master,” she answered. “A doulo is a piece of property. I have no reason for being except to please you. I must obey every command. And my master may do whatever pleases him.”

“Turn your back to me,” he said.

She turned her back to him, but looked over her shoulder. “Look forward,” he said. “It won’t do you any good to watch. You can’t resist me or stop me. You must trust me and obey everything.”

“Yes, master,” said her little voice.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Marcia put her hands back, even crossing her slender wrists for him as if she knew what he had planned. He looped a rope around her wrists and tied it tight. He tied her legs to opposite sides of the bed in the room, forcing her flexible body to do the splits. For a moment she lay on her back, her legs spread and her arms useless. Then, he tied another rope to her hair and ran it through a hook on the ceiling. When he pulled it tight, she rose up off her back, stretching into the air.

“You’re going to suck my cock, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, master, I’m good at that,” she answered.

“I have an important lesson for you before you do that,” he said.

“Yes, master?”

“The lesson is quite simple. You will do everything and anything I tell you to do. You will do it without question. You will do it without complaint.”

“Of course, master.”

“No matter what it is. No matter if you don’t want to do it. No matter if it will hurt. You will do it.”

“What will you make me do, master?”

“You see,” he pointed out. “You’re already questioning me. This is why we have to have this lesson. It doesn’t matter what I make you do. You will not even hesitate. You will just do it. And do you know why?”

“Because I’m a doulo?”

“Because you’re a doulo and because if you don’t obey, there are terrible things I can do to you.” He picked up a leather paddle and slapped it firmly across her exposed tummy.

“Eeeeeeee,” she squealed in pain and surprise. Her eyes were suddenly wide with fear.

“Stick out your tongue,” he commanded. She stuck out her little pink tongue. “Keep it there,” he said as he reached for it with his thumb and forefinger.

Despite her training, Marcia was surprised as he reached for her tongue. It was a natural reflex to pull her tongue back in.

He picked up the paddle again and slapped her exposed ass, once, twice, three times. The 9-year-old screamed in fright and pain. There was nothing she could do to protect herself. Though she was prepared to serve her new master, she’d never even thought it might mean cruel punishment.

“Stick out your tongue,” demanded George.

The doulo stuck out her tongue. This time when he reached for it, she kept it out. When he grabbed it, he pulled it out. “Uunnnnhhhh,” she moaned as he pulled.

When he let go, he said, “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, master,” she said.

“Remember the lesson… you will do everything and anything without question and without complaint.”

“Yes, master.”

“Now, I’m going to punish you for not doing it right the first time. I want you to say thank you each time I spank you. If you don’t, you’ll get punished double.”

“Yes, master.” The little girl’s head was reeling from the abuse. But she knew she must obey. Already she’d suffered more than she’d imagined.

George raised the paddle and slapped her hard across her inner thigh. “Eeeeee,” she squealed, her eyes bulging in shock. “Thank you, master.” He slapped her on the other thigh. “Eeeeaaaa,” she screamed. “Thank you, master.”

“You’re a smart doulo,” said George. “You learn fast. I’m going to pinch your nipples. Tell me you want me to pinch them.”

“Yes, master, pinch my nipples,” she gasped.

He grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard. Not satisfied with just that, he pulled them out from her body. Her whole body arched forward, trying to move with the tension. But, she couldn’t move very far with her legs and her hair tied. Soon her tiny little nipples were stretched an inch from her chest.

“Owww, owww, owww,” she gasped as he pulled. She looked at him, her eyes begging for release.

“What do you say?” asked George.

“Th-thank you, master,” she said.

“Very nice,” said George. “Now you can suck my cock.”

The young doulo was every bit as good as she’d promised the previous afternoon. Tied as she was, she could use nothing but her sweet little mouth to satisfy her new master. She caught the familiar taste of precum as he slid it into her mouth. Even when he pushed it deep into her throat, she was comfortable with the full sized cock.

George watched Marcia’s pretty little lips wrapped around his cock. As he thrust in and out of her mouth, her cheeks puffed in and out. Spanking the hot little girl had taken him to the edge. It wasn’t long before her filled her compliant little mouth with cum. He had all week to train her to be perfectly obedient. She had passed his first round of tests.