The Last Straw (new 6/17)

[Somebody]

Either that, or the author is hoping you will finally get the extremely subtle joke (that I am almost certainly bullshitting) of the girls' last name being Conyor, and a conure is an attention seeking bird that draws everyone's eye.

[neverdoubted]

The four of us walked along for a good ten minutes before anyone spoke. I was having the time of my life. Breathing in the fresh air, taking in the greenery, and generally enjoying the blessings of nature - and the healthy blessings of three beautiful naked girls. Bea remained a little spooked. Between looking down to tread carefully, she kept a wary eye on the path ahead of us. As for Mare, even if she could talk, she was still recovering from her embarrassing encounter with Henry.

She had long abhorred being the center of attention and could not appreciate the power of being able to attract the eye of any boy she wanted - even when she wasn't bound and naked. Only in recent months had she started to come around to the idea of flirting. In fact, I had only seen her engage in it a handful of times; doing something in the presence of a cute boy to signal that his interest in her was mutual. Batting her eyelashes, flashing a shy smile, flipping her hair. Actions that came more naturally to someone with Bea's self-assurance.

But there's an ocean of difference between coy flirting and...whatever that had been. Even if she wasn't gagged and unable to contribute anything meaningful to a conversation at the moment, I couldn't blame her for not wanting to talk. In the end, it was always going to be Cindy who broke the silence.

"...Frankie?"

I turned my head to offer her a pleasant smile. Since we resumed our hike, she had continued to cling to my elbow. I thought it was sweet. She had guarded her privates around Henry. But once we were out of his sight, she had dropped her hand to let it swing freely. It had only been a day since she first lost all her clothes and been stripped of her modesty. But she had rapidly found a comfort level around me and seemed to have no qualms now about letting me see every part of her naked body; lollypop and all.

"What is it, Cindy?"

"...I'm was just wondering," she began. Her expressive face tried to darken with a look of concern even as she tiptoed down the path like the world's prettiest wood nymph. No amount of seriousness could outshine her adorable cuteness, "will there be other...campers like Henry?"

Bea perked up at the question and Mary walked as softly as possible to better hear the answer. I chuckled. I suppose it was natural for these vulnerable teenage girls with no clothes to all have the same thoughts and concern. They may have me to protect them from serious threats, but they wouldn't be able to relax at camp if they thought there might be eyes out there in the woods, watching them.

"This is Mr. Fleemer's private land," I reassured her, "and Henry wasn't camping. He was just out here delivering our firewood, remember?"

"So...it's just us?"

"Just us," I confirmed, patting the back of her hand.

She considered for a moment, then her tense shoulders relaxed and her sunny visage returned.

"Good," she concluded, wrapping her arms around me in an affectionate hug, "that's the way I like it." My middle started to tingle.

When the trail narrowed and began to tilt slightly upward, I sent Bea to the front of the line with Cindy right behind her so we could walk in single file. I went third with Mare bringing up the rear.

I had marked the elevation change on my map and knew it would be a navigable climb. But tasked with dragging our supplies up the hill, Mare's breathing did grow labored. But I was still holding her lead rope and in charge. Whenever she lagged, I gave it a firm tug, and she would pick up her pace with a grunt. Built well and with sufficient strength to get the job done, she had no excuse to protest. After all, I was carrying more pounds on my back than she had on her travois.

I entertained myself by watching Cindy's cute, wiggling bottom flex back and forth as she climbed. The steeper path had more washed-out areas and exposed rocks. But the barefoot beauty remained fiercely protective of her sensitive soles. It was cute watching her go out of her way to avoid stepping anywhere that looked remotely rough or sharp.

Bea reached the top of the narrow trail and emerged first onto the plateau with a sigh of relief. I followed Cindy's hard-working rear up last steep climb and was also grateful to have reached level ground. With several heavy snorts, Mare soon joined us. Now that we had reached the plateau, the rest of the walk would be easy. As soon as the trail was wide enough again, Cindy found my side and reached for my hand with an excited shrug of her shoulders. It was nice walking along and taking in the natural views while hand in hand with a beautiful girl who adored you and who happened to not be wearing anything. A boy could get used to this!

After a while, and with the sun gradually growing higher than the trees, we came upon an inviting, grassy clearing off to one side. Seeing it as a good place to take a mid-morning rest stop, I veered off the path and entered the glade.

I removed my pack and set it at the base of a large shade tree before unlashing the travois from Mare to give her a little break from pulling it. She looked at me with doe-eyes, hoping I was going to also remove her harness and let her be free of the infernal device. But I ignored her silent plea.

Instead, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to engage with Bea. In the bathroom last night, I had proposed a deal of sorts after she asked why I never offered her any clothes to wear. If she could demonstrate good behavior in front of her sisters, I had told her, I might be convinced to reward her with some in the future. But she couldn't set a good example if I never gave her any tests to prove her loyalty and obedience.

I retrieved the canteen and took a nice, long draw of water before passing it on. Mare looked on in envy as Cindy and Bea used their own free hands to drink their fill. She had to have worked up a thirst pulling our supplies all morning, but her harness made getting a drink a challenge and holding the canteen impossible.

Removing it would have solved both issues, of course. But I never even entertained that option. Instead, I held the metal flagon above her head for her and simply ordered, "drink".

Her eyes bulged as I started to tip it over. This filly was getting watered one way or another. It was up to her whether any of it made it into her mouth or not. As the opening came into view, she rushed to tilt her face up to meet it. With the leather bit drawing the corners of her mouth wide and the lead rope occupying most of her mouth, she couldn't exactly wrap her lips around the spout like she wanted. She could only hope to position herself to catch the dribbling refreshment.

She also couldn't swallow normally. As the water trickled down to wet her naturally full lips and saturated the large knot between her parted teeth, she lapped at it eagerly - the muscles of her stretched out neck flexing repeatedly as she drank. When I decided she had had enough, I capped the canteen and returned it to the travois. The knot was soaked by now. If she was still thirsty, she could probably work more moisture free with her tongue.

"Say, Cindy," I chatted with a seamless transition, "I never really got the chance to ask you about that ghost town we visited. What was it, New..."

"Felicity," she helpfully informed, preening at the chance to show off her knowledge in front of her siblings.

Bea drew closer and listened intently. She remembered that day well as one of the first times she started to suspect that Mary and I were up to something behind her back. We had split off from the rest of the family to explore the town together and only rejoined them at the end of the visit.

"Yeah, that's right," I grinned, "New Felicity, what a place! I learned so much about the old west."

"Oh, me too," she gushed - enthusiastic as always, "I got a keychain!"

I still didn't understand how that had anything to do with the old west, but I wasn't about to tarnish her joy.

"There were so many fascinating people, too," I continued, building toward my actual point. "We even met this real live cowboy named Percy who showed us all kinds of things."

At the mention of the man who had fashioned her harness, Mare gave a nervous snort.

"Really?!" Cindy gasped, as if I had met a genuine celebrity instead of a common swindler.

"Oh sure," I bragged, "he even put on a whole demonstration with rope tricks and everything. It was so cool! I still remember how most of it went and could probably show you if you like. What do you say, you interested in an exclusive encore?"

Her face lighting up, Cindy nodded vigorously and made a little joyful bounce where she stood which made her front jiggle. I knew my youngest stepsister so well! She absolutely loved it when people made a fuss over her, but she rarely got that kind of treatment from any of us. She would treasure a front-row seat to a special show.

"Great," I exclaimed, before pausing to consider, "only...I don't have a horse to demonstrate on."

I flashed a scheming grin at Bea before diving into my pack. I had packed the extra harnesses right on top and knew exactly where they were, but I pretended to dig around anyway. "But I do have this."

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Encore! Encore!

[Skylar21]

Oh wow, a second pony in the works! It just gets better! More please!

[student]

Another chapter!

Thank you.

[neverdoubted]

Oh wow, a second pony in the works! It just gets better! More please!

Given he went and had the original harness duplicated, is it really a surprise?

[Danielle]

Thanks. Looking forward to what comes next.

[neverdoubted]

"Oh goodie," Cindy clapped. Dancing over to a nearby beech tree that had fallen over, she brushed off a spot on the already smooth trunk then sat down.

When I ordered Bea to go stand in the middle of the clearing and wait, she gave me a wary look but did not challenge me. After our last talk about setting a good example of behavior in front of her sisters to earn some clothes, she was motivated to do what I asked.

Tugging on Mare's lead rope, I walked her around the edge of the clearing studying the trees. When I found what I was looking for, I used my hatchet to snip off a young branch, about two and a half feet long and a quarter inch around and stripped the leaves. Mare whinnied when she figured out what I was making.

"Relax," I said, as I gave it a couple of flexes then tucked the larger end into my sock, "it's not for you."

Leading her closer to where Cindy was seated, I found a sturdy oak with a high branch and threw her rope around it. As I pulled, she was drawn up by the knot in her mouth to full height; facing straight up with her neck stretched out. It wasn't the most comfortable position. But having her strung up out of the way would keep her from being a nuisance and disrupting the demonstration. Neither was it the most ladylike. But she was still serving a punishment after all.

Her nude form was especially fetching in this pose. With her back arched and her elbows nearly touching, her magnificent breasts hung in the air like a pair of smooth, ripe melons. And her bulging rump provided the perfect counterbalance. My palms twitched, begging for permission to reach out and sample her. To ply her supple flesh with my probing fingertips. For a horny teenage boy, the temptation was hard to resist. A shapely fruit, blooming on the vine, heavy with vitality and begging to be plucked. Just one little squeeze of that juicy-

Cindy cleared her throat, and I quickly spun to put Mare's erotic exhibition out of my sight. My libido was less willing to move on and throbbed with desire. But attending to my bodily needs would have to wait. Fondling those ripe treasures would, too, at least until I found an excuse to move up her next bath time.

I made my way to the center of the clearing; trying to discretely adjust the stiffening in my shorts while I walked. It made my cheeks warm that Cindy had caught me entranced by lust over her oldest sister. But surely she was used to that sort of thing.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen and howdy!" I called out. My booming, carnival barker voice startled a killdeer and sending it flapping and squawking away from the clearing. My over-the-top salutation made no sense as there were no gentlemen in the audience. But what else was I supposed to say? "Welcome lady and horse-girl"?

Uncoiling my main rope, I formed one end into a loose slipknot. Then I held my hand high and spun it like a vortex. My lasso skills were nowhere near Percy's level - I could only form a horizontal circle. But what I lacked in expertise I made up for with sheer energy. Whooping and jumping as I spun the rope, I danced around a skittish and very confused Bea. She hadn't seen Percy's horse-taming presentation and didn't know what to expect. I think she was more nervous about the harness I had dropped at her feet.

My finish was clumsy and left the rope in a loose pile around my feet, but Cindy giggled and clapped anyway as I took an exaggerated bow. With an authentic, John Wayne twang, I then delivered a patriotic monologue about life on the hallowed American frontier while I recoiled it. My audience-of-one sat entranced; her eyes wide with wonder and admiration. She hung on my words as if they were coming from someone who had really lived it.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a horse," I apologized, getting to the subject at hand, "but thanks to my lovely volunteer, I can still show you a thing or two about the equipment and practices that helped tame the wild west. Please join me in welcoming...Sweetie Bea!"

When I started clapping loudly for her sake, Bea bowed her head shyly and hugged her middle. Even out here in the middle of nowhere, being singled out in her nude state embarrassed her. Cindy rushed to add her giddy little claps to the round of applause. Perhaps thinking back on her own humiliating demonstration at New Felicity, Mare let out an anguished neigh and stomped her foot.

"Now for this next portion, because I am not working inside a proper corral, I would like to ask all guests to remain where you are and not approach. I cannot ensure your safety unless you maintain a safe distance."

Cindy gave a solemn nod and placed her hands flat on the fallen trunk beside her to show that she was taking the warning seriously and had no intention of moving from that spot. Mare let out a dismissive snort. Strung up to the branch above her by her mouth, she had already been rendered completely stationary.

With a smirk, I continued my speech - continuing to circle my nervous volunteer. "What makes horses so unique is their incredible loyalty to their owner. But that loyalty does not come naturally. A wild horse will never let itself be saddled and will throw every rider who tries. It must be broken first and learn to defer to its master. Only then can a new, powerful bond of trust and respect begin to form.

"A bit of cowboy common sense, if I may," I continued. "Every task is made easier with the right tools. Horse-taming is no different. With the right tack and technique, even the wildest filly can be broken."

I reached down and picked the other harness off the ground. The metal bits made a slight jingle as I untangled them. Mare couldn't help but whinny in distress at the sound. She could pretend to be disinterested in the demonstration. But she was watching the proceedings keenly out of the corner of her eye.

"This is called a bridle," I explained, holding up the bits of rope and metal that Mr. Frank's blacksmith neighbor had made for me, "and this leather piece here is called the bit because you bite down on it. Real bits are made of iron..."

I knew that much, but how horses could bite something so hard without shattering their teeth was beyond me. Because I didn't want to sound stupid in front of Cindy, I just left it at that. She pursed her lips and nodded knowingly as if what I had just said made total sense.

Bea tensed up as I stepped behind her.

"Chh-chh-chh, easy there," I whispered as I lifted the harness over her head and made the necessary fitting adjustments.

The strip of buttery soft leather slid between her teeth and drew the corners of her mouth back slightly. A thicker loop of rope ran across the front of her face. This one had a large knot in the middle and a pigtail stub with an iron ring on the end which hung down past her chin.

Each end of the bit connected to small metal rings set near her jaw. A rope looped up in front of each of her ears to connect on top of her head. That rope settled into place among her silky blonde curls. Two more ropes ran backward from each jaw to where the rest of the harness was hanging between her shoulder blades.

"As you can see, the bridle causes no discomfort whatsoever to the animal," I explained, which drew a snort from Mare. Emotional discomfort and humiliation didn’t count in my book.

Bea reflexively chomped at the bit with her back teeth, gnawing on the buttery soft leather. She seemed mostly annoyed by the rough, dusty knot, which was pressing against her plump, puckered lips. When she couldn't eject it with her tongue, she started to reach up and remove it. But I was quicker.

"Woah, there," I warned, catching her hand in mid-air. She let me lower her hand back down, but I doubted she would abide this strange contraption on her face much longer. Like Percy had done with Mare, I had to work quickly to immobilize her.

"The key to breaking a horse, especially a skittish one, is to short-circuit their internal command signals and insert your own. It starts with their head, you see. Once you control that, the rest naturally comes along for the ride. Here, let me show you."

With a smooth, calming motion, I stepped behind her and deployed the rest of the harness. Looping it around each of her arms, I threaded these final ropes through the largest ring in the opposite direction as one rationally might. This was the key to making the harness hold. Once cinched, it would not come loose on its own - her own sister hanging like a vine was proof of that fact.

"Yee?" Bea reacted, feeling her arms come backward and her posture altered. Her eyes bulged when I yanked the harness into its final tightness with her elbows nearly touching behind her back.

I could relax knowing that, now properly bridled, she would be much easier to control. Circling around to her front, I could see her jaw muscles flexing. The leather had been drawn taut against her cheeks which wedged the rough knot fully inside her mouth. I left it up to her to work out that no amount of jaw flexing or tongue thrusting would expel the crudely woven cords.

Playing to the crowd, I complimented her distinctive markings and obvious pedigree like Percy had done to her sister. She was a slightly different breed. No long brown ponytail, for example. Just a silky mane of bouncy blonde curls sticking out everywhere and obscuring the harness in most places. And bright blue eyes in place of Mare's pale brown. But she was still all Conyor where it mattered most.

It didn't take her long to notice what this unnatural position was doing to her healthy chest endowment. Seeing her creamy, pale orbs bulging out obscenely, she instinctively shrugged her shoulders to try and minimize the effect. When that didn't work, she tried to get free of the harness with a more forceful shiver. But that only caused her cherry nipples to dance in the air in front of her.

Sensing it was time to give the audience the show they deserved, I confidently stepped into her line of sight and got her attention. Then I quickly latched the end of the lead rope to the shorter pigtail hanging out of her mouth.

"This is the part where you run in a circle," I said, motioning at the cleared space around us. I had to hold in a smirk as she looked at me like I had gone mad.

Of course, she had no reason to just randomly engage in a naked workout for other people's entertainment. But that's why I had brought motivation along in my boot.

Ignoring her bewildered expression, I casually uncoiled the lead rope, letting the slack fall to the ground between us. The only other one to know what was coming, Mare let out a sympathetic whinny and stomped her feet restlessly as I reached down and brandished the makeshift riding crop meant for her sister. The thin branch had only recently sprouted before I came along and cut it off. That made it supremely flexible and able to bend without breaking.

"Giddy-up," I cried, aiming for the backs of Bea's legs. The switch whistled through the air and met my stepsister's unprotected haunches with a satisfying pop. Naked and bound, the surprised teen bristled and stumbled forward with a gasp. It wasn't even a full stroke - just enough to send a message. But a thin red mark appeared across the back of her pale, formerly unspoiled thighs, nonetheless.

Her eyes watering from the pain, she began a halfhearted jog. I walked beside her until the rope was fully deployed then came to a stop and let her continue to trot in a wide arc around where I was standing.

Even though she rarely had reason to waste her energy in such a fruitless exertion, her body was well-built for running and she was in good enough shape for it. She didn't seem to miss not being able to swing her arms. With an upright gait, her long, lean legs put on a good show carrying her forward.

All the while, her ripe, round breasts bounced happily along with the motion. Left, right, left, right. My eyes were drawn to the twin perky pink nipples dancing up and down in a dizzying display. The sexy performance stiffened my member even further and made me forget what I was supposed to be doing. Fortunately, the rope did all the work; steering her head and making sure she continued around the circular route.

She eventually slowed down and came to a stop after a couple of minutes and about a dozen laps. A sheen of sweat had formed on her brow. And though she was breathing heavily, I could tell she wasn't close to her real limit and still had plenty in reserve. While Sweetie Bea panted for air, I used the pause to explain the concept to of a false break to Cindy.

"The worst thing you can do at this point is to stop and let them think they've outsmarted you. A wild filly will never respect or obey her owner. Truly, there's only one way to deal with a false break. You've got to wind 'em up and run 'em until they break for real."

"All right, Sweetie Bea," I said in a smaller voice, making sure I had a firm grip on the lead rope, "let's show them what you can really do...HIYAA!"

[Freesub]

A great chapter, Bea is in for an embarassing time
Can't wait for the next part!

[Skylar21]

Lovely chapter. Well done. I am enjoying Bea’s work out. good descriptions!