Synopsis :
Has it been days...? Weeks...?
Time has begin to blur together for the former Officer of Ashtown as she's continued to undergo a rigorous training routine at the hands of her new Mistress, Clover. Slowly but surely, the once stoic ruler of Ashtown is succumbing to her new life and accepting her role as Clover's personal pleasure toy in a way she never thought could be possible.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
It is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 3 : A Turning Point
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"Here Becky! Come here, Slut -- 'atta girl!"
Amy cheered as I returned to her, sending a jolt of humiliation up my spine with every clap of her hands.
"You getting tired, Slut?" the town's former librarian turned-Clover's-right-hand-lady asked me with a smile.
"Nn-nuh-" I murmured in the negative, shaking my head as I crawled hastily along the grass.
Amy was nearly naked, save a large, floppy sun hat and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses that shaded her pretty, ditsy eyes. She'd started the morning in a tiny bikini, but as with most days, she'd soon shed it. She delighted in being naked throughout the day. It was one of many perks Clover had brought to Ashtown that the former librarian adored.
Amy was reclined on a blanket, basking underneath the high noon sun that was hanging over Ashtown.
"Good!" she smiled from under her sun hat, taking a sip from a chilly glass of lemonade as I saddled up beside her on my hands and knees, "Because Clover was explicit that you get your daily exercise!"
"Mmph-uah-" I dropped a rubber, cartoon shaped dog bone at Amy's side. I'd been carrying the translucent green toy in my mouth.
My fingers were bound in tight, mitten-like PVC gloves that prevented the use of my hands for any other purpose than to crawl on all fours like an animal, so my mouth was my only means of fetching the infernal toy.
It was slightly too large for me to pinch properly between my teeth, and too slick with my own drool to grip with my lips -- so I was forced to sort of suckle it in my mouth, half biting, half using suction for leverage as I carried it back to my blonde-headed trainer.
Aside from my gloves and a thick, leather, metal-hooped collar, I was naked.
"Good girl, Becky!" Amy beamed, patting me on the head condescendingly as I pivoted around, facing away from her. Instinctively, without even considering the action, I raised my rear end up, presenting my naked ass to her while I buried my shame-filled eyes in the grass.
Almost immediately, I felt her fingers graze the length of my ass crack, trailing down over my sweat-slathered skin to flick across the exposed flesh of my quivering clitoris.
I trembled at her touch, pushing my ass as high up as I could, but just as soon as she'd begun to tease me, she pulled away, leaving me mewling pathetically for more.
"Again!" she snapped with enthusiasm, hurling the dog toy down the length of the yard, "Fetch!"
I sighed, grunting in exertion as I felt my limbs automatically spring into action. I crawled after the toy, as fast as my weary muscles could carry me across the paltry excuse for a yard.
The enclosed grounds behind the Ashtown Sheriff office contained an unusual rarity in the desert town ; a grass lawn. Though it was a wasteful, decadent thing to maintain in such a bleak environment, I'd once considered it both a privilege and a right of mine as the town's implacable Sheriff.
High fences surrounded the enclosed space. The sheriff's office was not only a residence, after all, but also a fortress from which I'd run my small army of deputies. It had been the epicenter of my power, where I'd run my law-girls efficiently and ruthlessly. But it had also been my sanctuary, a place for me to relax, sip lemonade (another rarity I had previously held unique access to) and enjoy the fruits of my labor in peace.
Those days were behind me now, and my once decadent yard had fallen almost as far from grace as I had.
Today, the sun was high and centered in the cloudless sky above me, mercilessly beating down a blanket of heat over my skin. Beads of sweat rolled off of my body, tumbling onto the scratchy, half-parched grass beneath me.
But I paid no mind to the discomfort.
I scooped up the green dog toy, awkwardly fumbling with my panting mouth before spinning eagerly around to race back to Amy.
I rushed towards to her, crawling as fast as my limbs could manage. I didn't care how ridiculous I looked.
I stumbled, face planting into the grass no fewer than two times on my journey back, causing no small share of laughter from the nude girl.
But even the mockery didn't deter me.
Both of us knew the reason for my obedience.
"Oh, Becky! You're so eager for attention today! You must be really horny!" Amy chirped as I eagerly saddled up to her and assumed my rehearsed position.
"Mm-uuungh!" I grunted, feeling her hands on me again. This time, I'd practically thrust my ass up for her, pressing my face into the scratchy grass to let her fondle me more fully.
I felt her finger tip draw a careful, agonizing circle around the quivering skin of my eager ass, and I whined into the grass, stretching my legs apart in a desperate attempt to provoke her into giving me just a little bit more...
This had been our routine for the past hour. Amy would throw my plastic toy across the grass, and I'd fetch it eagerly. As a reward, she'd give my cunt and ass a little tease, and then toss the toy again.
It was humiliating. My skin shone in a constant blush, and it was all I could do to carry out the ridiculous, repetitious action without standing up and letting lose a bellow full of rage and hatred-
"Aaaah!" I moaned, feeling the tip of Amy's finger slide ever-so-briefly into my tightly puckered ass.
"Little Becky likes that, doesn't she!?" Amy spoke to me in a condescending, baby-talk voice, enjoying my body's obvious response to her perverted touch, "She's the best-est little Slut in Ashtown, isn't she?!"
I breathed in the smell of the dry grass that was pressed against my face, blinking as a bead of frustrated sweat tumbled down my face.
"Yes ma'am," I huffed, desperate to keep Amy's fingers on my body just one moment longer, "Becky is the best Slut in town! She's the most well behaved Pet she can be!"
Amy giggled, and gave my ass a little smack as she withdrew from her tantalizing ministrations.
I whimpered pathetically, whining for her to continue. I knew she wouldn't. I wouldn't get any more attention until I obeyed another order.
That was how they'd broken me.
The craving I felt. The endless teasing. The constant stimulation and the promise of a reward if I obeyed properly.
When I'd first learned that I was to be trained as some sort of pleasure-slut, I'd balked at the notion.
Not only had it infuriated me, but I'd thought the very notion was laughable!
There was no way I could succumb to any sort of training routine. Clover and her ditsy sidekick would have be better off look up into the sky and pray for a miracle than to expect any true subservience to emerge from the legendary Sheriff of Ashtown!
