Chapter 3
When Nicole showed us the request form from Mr. Jason Weatherbee it became obvious that we needed some additional staffing.
Mr. Weatherbee had particular tastes. He wanted his two slaves to be very robust, way past Rubens' standards. They were to be no taller than five five and weigh over two hundred. He would settle for no less than DDD breasts that he intended to pierce, among other things.
His check of $30,000 informed us that he was totally serious and we began contacting our worldwide network to satisfy his wants.
Great Uncle Harold, who was still acting like a twenty year old, gave us our first lead.
He informed us, via international telephone, that he was currently in Australia where he had gotten his copy of our communication and he was investigating a possible candidate. He gave us the basic information about Caroline and informed us that he would have further contact within two weeks.
Surprisingly I found another candidate. I was in New York City on my monthly purchasing trip when I learned about the rotund Becky.
As was my custom, I was canvassing the S&M clubs around the city for possible personnel. I entered one club at 11:00, took a seat next to the stage, ordered a drink and began to look around.
I had been there only a few minutes when Mike, the owner of the club, came up to me (we had purchased several slaves from him in the past and he knew my reason for being there).
"You on another recruiting effort?"
"Yes, sir. We received a request for a very full bodied female slave. Among other things she must submit to tit piercings, female to female relationships and whippings. Anyone come to mind, sir?"
"Hummm. There was a real obese one in here about two weeks ago, but no one would take her on. I mean she was HUGE. The only one that would have anything at all to do with her was Tim Harrison."
"He consented to whip her, burnt her several times using her for an ashtray, and used her for a footstool, but he refused to fuck her."
"So what happened to her?"
"I don't know. But I can find out, Tim is over there. Want me to check about her?"
"Yes, please."
Mike talked with Jim for several minutes then came back to me.
Her name was Becky Moss and Tim knew her address.
Five minutes later I was taking a cab to her address—not in the better part of town either. I had to bribe the cabbie $50 to take me there and wait while I interviewed her.
I climbed the rat infested stairs to the third floor and knocked on her door. Fortunately she was home, at least her TV was blaring away.
A moment later a voice asked who I was. I gave her my name and told her that if she was the Becky Moss that had been at the club a couple of weeks ago, I had a proposition for her to consider. The door opened a crack and I was staring at a fat cheek and the most beautiful green eye I had ever seen. A chain was undone and I was invited in.
Becky Moss more than fit the bill for Mr. Weatherbee. She was enormous. She tipped the scales at well over two hundred and I don't think there was ever a bra made that could encase her massive tits. Her dress looked like a tent as it billowed around her massive girth.
After questions and answers, an inspection of her scared flesh, it was determined that she was a bona fined candidate and willing to submit to prove herself. Using her phone I called my Master's agent in the city and we scheduled an appointment for Becky. Fifteen minutes later we were both in the cab, her suitcase packed in the trunk of the cab and heading for my motel.
The following day we got acquainted and I liked the overweight Becky tremendously. And her story was a simple one.
She had always been on the hefty side, dated little because of it, and when the few men that she did manage to date treated her like shit she willingly accepted their treatment until ill treatment was all she desired.
Her last lover had even insisted that she gain even more weight, which she easily did. And her two year stint with him saw her graduating from belts and humiliation to whips, canes, piercings and degradation. The more he did to her the more she wanted done and when he dumped her three months ago she became desperate.
She started visiting the local clubs trying to find another to treat her the way she needed to be treated. Thus far she was unsuccessful and more than willing to accept my offer for her to be tested for Chattel Castle.
By 4:00 the next day she had been tested and passed with flying colors by my Master's agent and we were taking the limo back to the castle.
Caroline arrived three days later and Nicole contacted Mr. Weatherbee that his women were now available. He made his reservations for the following week.
Jason Weatherbee was a tall string-bean of a man. He stood well over six foot and couldn't have weighed more than one forty. He looked like your typical nerd, complete with thick lensed glasses, but there the resemblance stopped. His personality was the same as the male members of my family—powerful, assertive and demanding.
He was one of those wiz kid wonders who had made his first million at the age of eighteen and had added to it over the past fifteen years making him well on his way to being a billionaire. His one unfulfilled desire in life was a woman. And not just any woman either.
When Jason Weatherbee entered his suite of rooms Becky and Caroline were waiting as directed. Their massive flesh was on blatant display.
Caroline was tied spread eagled on the king size bed. Her massive tits were bound up in so much rope chat they stood straight up in the air, her nipples were ten inches above her chest wall. Her fat rolled legs were so wide apart that her cunt was on display, complete with dildo in place. A cat-of-nine tails lay between her legs.
Becky's bulk was presented over a huge desk that sat in a corner. Her legs were tied to the legs of the desk, her tits pressed to the top surface as she bent at the waist. Her long brown hair hid the cock gag in her mouth but Jason could see the cock-handled whip sticking out of her ass. Her hands and arms were free and as he entered she was caressing her sand dollar, sized nipples.
"Oh my, they are beautiful," came from the entering Weatherbee as his guide placed his suitcase on a nearby table.
"I must have them immediately."
The gold ribboned guide nodded his head and went to stand by the dresser that held Mr. Weather-bee's tokens as Jason quickly discarded his clothes on the floor as he advanced to Caroline.
Kneeling beside her bulky frame on the side of the bed Jason reached out to caress her mountain of tit flesh that escaped from the binding ropes.
"Mmum," came from Caroline as his thumb and finger pinched an exposed nipple.
"Oh beautiful lady, I just have to whip these."
"Yes. Yes, whip my tits." Caroline was more than eager to start. Her avid eyes watched him step down from the bed and take up the cat that was lying between her legs.
He untangled the strands, his long slender cock pointing toward the ceiling, and brought his arm back. He watched her eyes, saw a flicker of fear, and brought it down to crash on top of the rope bound hills.
Caroline screamed as the strands cut into her bloated nipples and curled around her rope bound tits. Her billowing stomach shook like jello.
He struck her nipples again. Again she screamed but he also heard a squashing sound. Locating the source he turned his head in time to see the dildo pop out of her snatch. He smiled and hit her tits again and again.
Meanwhile across the room Becky raised herself up and watched. With every stroke of the whip to her companion she twisted the hell out of her own nipples and began to moan with desire.
She clinched and unclenched her ass cheeks to stimulate the cock handle in her ass as she stretched her reddish-brown nipples like slabs of taffy. Her tongue slid over the cock gag in her mouth as she wished to replace herself with Caroline's bound form on the bed.
Jason could see no more pink flesh on Caroline's tits, it had all turned red or black and blue, when he altered his area of attack and buried the whip strands into her shaking middle as she screamed to high heaven. When he curled several strands of the cat to kiss her spread cunt she screamed for him to stop as she begged for mercy.
Jason knew the rules of Chattel Castle and no more blows landed on her opened cunt, but they did land on her legs, stomach and again on her bound tits.
The anticipation of his dreams finally caused him to drop the cat and straddle her atop the bed. As his long cock sank into her saturated cunt flesh he used his hands to unwrap her tits.
When they were finally free he clamped his mouth on them like a starving man seeking life's sweetest nectar. He loved huge tits. Loved to suck them, kiss them, bite them, whip them and fuck them and the two in his possession were all he had dreamed they would be.
He slammed his frame into the flesh beneath him, shook with her quivering padding as his lips, teeth and tongue began to draw her blood to the surface as his cock pounded away.
Then having waited so long to fulfill his dreams his teeth bit down as his come splattered her pulsating tunnel. With the last of his seed's release he crashed upon her and smothered himself in her massive mounds.
Somewhere in the distance he heard moans of pleasure coming from someone else.
When reality returned, and still hearing the other moans, he turned to seek out the source and saw his other slave for a week who was tied to the desk.
Using Caroline's tit as a pillow he really, for the first time, looked at the other girl.
Her wide spread legs were trembling with desire. Her pudgy hands were twisting and pulling her massive nipples and her face was flushed with heated desire. Then turning his head slightly as he remembered that there was a cock handled whip up her ass, he looked to see if he could see it. And see it he did.
The strand of leather that hung from the handle deep within her ass was twisting back and forth across the floor between her legs. And if he was any judge of such actions she was coming from observing and her own hands on her tits.
And he was an excellent judge for that was exactly what Becky was doing, and that thought caused his cock to start unfurling in Caroline's swamped snatch.
Gathering his strength he withdrew from her body and approached the girl at the desk.
"Did you use your hands on your cunt to come, pretty lady?" He asked her as he used a hand to caress some of her hair out of her flushed face and awaited her reply.
Jason smiled when she shook her head in the negative and presented her hands for him to smell. The lack of female juice smell on her hands peeved that she had responded truthfully. There was no scent of her juices on her hands.
"Are you one of those one in a thousand that can come from breast stimulation alone?" He wasn't all that surprised when she nodded her head confirming his statement. He smiled and placed her hands back on her tits.
"Come for me again, pretty lady. Come by pleasuring your magnificent breasts for me. Let me see how you please yourself. Show me what you like."
And Becky did just that. Her strong fingers and hands moved around her breasts. She pulled them, tweaked them, dug her long nails into them as her eyes never left his as he watched her. Then only as she again climaxed did her eyes close.
Caught up in her own pleasures she hardly noticed him spreading her cunt lips to watch her twitching clit bob up and down as her fingers dug in and held on as her tremors began to fade.
When she again opened her eyes she was met with the sight of his renewed shaft pointing at her quivering tits.
Raising her eyes even more she saw the satisfied smile on his face.
"You treated them roughly, pretty lady. Is that what you like?"
Becky nodded her head as she again sank her fingers into her heated flesh.
"And what about the rest of your magnificent body, does it like to be treated just a harshly?"
Again she nodded and again he smiled.
Reaching around her head Jason removed the gag from her mouth. "What is your name, pretty lady?"
Bringing moist tongue to parched, dry lips, she answered, "Becky Moss, Master. Rebecca Lynn Moss."
"Rebecca Lynn Moss you have eyes like emeralds, breasts like billowing clouds and a body that is driving me wild. I must have you. May I have your body to do with as I want?"
"Yes, Master. I give my body to you freely to do with as you want."
"And if I want to whip it would you object?"
"No, sir."
"What if I wanted to drive needle after needle into you?"
"I would thank you with each one, Master."
"What if I wanted to whip your naked body through the marketplace of the castle?"
"I would count myself blessed, sir."
"Have you no shame, Becky?"
"None, sir. I would tie myself to a float at a Fourth of July parade, hand you a whip and beg you to beat me the entire distance if it would please you, sir."
"And it just might please me. But for now I want you to stand there, keep your hands at your side, while I use the whip that is in your ass to beat your come inducing breasts. Can you do that, Becky? Can you stand there unrestrained and let me whip your breasts?"
"I ... I hope so, sir."
"We shall see."
Thus saying Jason Weatherbee knelt and untied her ankles from the desk, turned her around, led her to the middle of the room, and removed the cock-handled whip from her ass.
Becky moaned in pleasure when ten inches of the handle was jerked free but otherwise remained standing with her hands at her side.
"Shake your breasts for me, Becky. Wake up my target."
He brought the whip behind him and watched her do as asked. While they were still quivering back and forth he snapped his arm forward and drove the black leather deep in her breasts.
She didn't scream.
He did it again and saw her curl her fingers around her ass cheeks to hold her hands in place as a moan escaped her opened mouth. Three quick blows landed on her stripped mountains, a gasping grunt was released from deep in her throat, her knees bent a second before she again locked them straight and her tongue came out to lick her red lips.
"Aaaagggggg," came spiraling out of her when the seventh blow landed directly across her left nipple. Her fingernails were beginning to cut into her ass cheeks as she used them to keep her hands out of the way.
"Shake them for me, Becky. Make them beg me to hit them."
Becky took a deep breath, turned her shoulder to the right then quickly back to the left. Her hands hung on for dear life in her ass as her upper body twisted back and forth as with each turn of her torso the whip landed on her swirling breasts.
When the fourteenth lash stroke landed directly on both swinging nipples Becky finally screamed and came. Her legs collapsed beneath her, her nails drew blood from her ass cheeks and Jason stopped in total awe.
His fingers eased their grip on the whip handle as he dropped to his knees on the floor too. "Place your hands behind your back and lay down, love, and I will come to you."
His words filtered through her brain.
Becky pulled her fingernails out of herself, brought her hands to her back, dropped them behind her, flipped her legs out and as she lowered herself to the floor she crossed her hands in the small of her back.
A second later Jason's full weight was pressed on top of her as his cock entered her pulsating slit. Savagely he pounded into her. Becky withheld nothing from her responses. Jason had no remaining doubts as to how his new slave wished to be treated.
Roughly. Extremely rough. Just the way he like to treat her, and all of his lovers.
They spent the night together. The three of them.
The following day I was required to attend to a matter in the marketplace of the castle and I saw for myself what transpired between the physically opposite couple.
Becky was dressed as a scullery, maid. The pleated white bib of her dress was stretched to the limit as it tried to cover her massive tits and as Mr. Weatherbee led her through the marketplace by a leash attached to her neck.
I paused to see what they would do. I had read his request and was curious to see if he would be doing what he had written.
Becky carried a woven basket in each hand as she followed him down the lane that contained the fresh produce. Sure enough he stopped at the carpenter shed before continuing on.
I chose a place near the entrance to watch.
"My I help you, sir," asked the carpenter as they walked to the workbench that stood at the front of his stall.
"Yes. I require a five foot length of wood that is approximately two by two inches in width. Do you have something in those dimensions?"
"I believe so. Let me check. I'll be right back."
The village carpenter turned to his supplies and a few minutes later he returned with the requested piece of wood. "Is this what you had in mind, sir?"
"Yes. Yes, that will do nicely."
"Will that be all?"
"No. I will also need two of the longest, fattest nails you have that will not split the wood."
"Yes, sir."
The carpenter made a quick search of the bins that held his supply of nails and extracted two from a far bin. "I think these are the largest that won't split the wood. And will that be all?"
"That is all I need to purchase, but if I might have use of your workbench and some blocks of wood, I'd be most appreciative."
Mr. Weatherbee dropped a $100 token on top of said workbench.
The carpenter smiled, pocketed the token and you could literally hear the whispers spread through the marketplace. After all this was Chattel Castle and many began to guess what was to happen.
And as the carpenter set two huge blocks of wood atop the bench a crowd was beginning to form around his stall.
Mr. Weatherbee placed the five foot long piece of wood on top of the two blocks that were on the workbench. He smiled when he noted that they were at the correct height.
"Remove your breasts, my dear, and place them correctly."
I watched with the others as Becky pulled her massive breasts from her dress, curling the material beneath them and walked toward the carpenter's workbench. Taking a tit in each hand she placed them on top of the five foot length of wood and centered them.
When she was done her huge reddish-brown nipples hung over the edge of the wood and rested on top of the blocks, an equal amount of wood was on each side of her nipples. Her hands were shaking and her face was covered with sweat.
"Now place your hands behind your back, Becky, and I will tie them where they will be out of the way."
"Yes, Master." Becky crossed her hands behind her and in a matter a seconds they were tied by Mr. Weatherbee.
She took a deep shuttering breath and licked a drop of sweat from her upper lip as Mr. Weatherbee asked the carpenter if he might have use of his hammer.
The carpenter's stall was circled with bystanders as Mr. Weatherbee asked Becky, "Are you still prepared to carry my purchases, my dear?"
Becky's unsteady voice answered, "Yes, sir." as my envious cunt began to drool.
"Then we may proceed."
Jason Weatherbee picked up one of the nails that he had bought and placed it just above the darkened area of her left tit. Not satisfied with the exact placement of her nipple he rearranged it. When he was done all of the dark skin was hanging over the two by two, five foot length of wood and her hardened nipple lay on the block.
Again he placed the four inch long nail just above her nipple and held the hammer in his other hand. "This is your wish?"
"It ... ah is my wish, Master."
Satisfied with her response Jason pressed the ball of his hand into her tit as his thumb and first finger held the nail just above her nipple and pressed the end of the nail into her.
A collective gasp was heard from the surrounding spectators as he raised the hammer.
Then total silence. Not even a bird chirped as the hammer began its descent.
Metal striking metal filled the air as hammer connected with the flared end of the nail and sank into Becky's breast.
Her scream filled the marketplace as other gasping sounds surrounded her.
Becky's knees unlocked and her legs trembled as the hammer descended for the second time as nail penetrated wood.
Several screams filled the air.
I knew others were being tormented by masters or mistresses in the surrounding crowd but I never moved my eyes from Becky's pierced breast.
The hammer landed again, driving the nail into the block of wood atop the workbench as more screams filled the air, Becky's being the loudest.
Content that the nail was firmly attached, Jason walked around Becky's shaking form, in passing he caressed her cheek.
Standing to her right he moved her right breast into place and the process was repeated. Again three blows were needed to drive the nail into the block as more screams filled the marketplace that surrounded the carpenter's stall.
Becky was very efficiently nailed to the length of wood and to the blocks that it rested on.
But Jason did not require the blocks so all watched as he used a crowbar to pull the nails out of the blocks. As the nails struggled to remain in the blocks they were further pulled through Becky's breasts until they popped free and a tortured Becky finally allowed herself to drop to her knees amid the saw dust on the ground.
All gathered looked on with awe as she knelt on the ground.
Two four inch nails could be seen—metal, breasts, wood, then metal again—shaking with each breath that Becky took and many were surprised at the small amount of blood that was evident.
Becky made not a sound as her hair whipped back and forth around her head and tears glistened her chubby cheeks.
A loud thunk was heard and many looked as Mr. Weatherbee dropped the hammer on the workbench.
A moment later he stepped in front of Becky's kneeling form, lowered his zipper, removed his swollen cock and placed his legs outside of Becky's and brushed her hair from her sweat and tear coated face.
"Pleasure me Becky then we will continue with our shopping."
Becky blinked her eyes, trying to clear her vision.
Finally seeing what was before her, she said, "Yes, Master," brought her mouth to his straining cock and began to worship it as she knelt on the ground.
Loving the crown of his long shaft Becky covered it with her saliva and took it into her mouth. As inch by inch it entered her Jason began to shuffle his feet toward his kneeling slave. When the last of him was within her slavish mouth his legs began to push the wood nailed to her breasts into her billowing tits.
A gurgling moan came from around his cock as he pushed the wood deeper and deeper into her breasts as she laved his twitching cock with love.
Her huge pierced breasts quivered as her head went up and down on his shaft and his legs pressed the wood into her more and more as he hips slammed back and forth with the age old motions of man striving for sexual release.
I couldn't take my eyes off the couple in the carpenter's stall but I did hear evidence that Becky and Mr. Weatherbee were not the only ones seeking the same goal.
Becky ignored the obvious pain in her pierced tits as she very efficiently brought her Master to climax.
I knew the moment that his jets of cream began to feed her slaving mouth and a moment later it was a blatant fact as he pulled out of her mouth and sprayed the remainder on her wet face as other moans filled the air.
For several minutes I watched those around me and the couple in the carpenter stall.
One man could not be seen as he was under his mistress' dress and all knew what he was doing.
Another female slave was on her knees as she too paid homage to her Master's cock in her mouth.
Yet another couple were doing their own experiments with tits accepting pain as he used her nipple rings as handles while making his hands go in ever widening circles as she knelt on the ground and wreathed in agony.
Then again my attentions were brought back to Becky and Mr. Weatherbee.
He had aided her in rising and as many of us loaded on he placed a weaved basket on each end of her wooden "yoke".
A moment later he took up the leash that was attached to her neck and began to lead her down the isle of the marketplace.
The five foot length of wood made her passage difficult through the bustling crowds and occasionally the ends of her "yoke" would be jostled by passers-by, some intentionally some not, as Mr. Weatherbee did indeed shop for fresh produce.
At the fruit stand he placed several apples in one basket that was supported by Becky's breasts and even from my distance I could hear her painful moan.
The apples were followed by several oranges placed in the other basket. And on and on they progressed.
I was informed later that Becky's breast yoke took a total of five apples, four oranges, a bunch of grapes, two cucumbers, four carrots, a head of lettuce, two cantaloupes, a pound of string beans, four kiwi, and a half of watermelon.
Twice she had fallen to her knees in pain and climax, but both times she again rose to follow her Master.
Their collected food was taken to the kitchens and prepared for their lunch.
Two days later I was informed that they wished to marry. And as this was not a real unusual occurrence at Chattel Castle they were married that every evening in one of the dungeons.
It was my pleasure to act as Becky's Matron of Honor. The following day they flew to Mr. Weatherbee's home in Texas.
Caroline agreed to stay on at the castle. She agreed to work in the kitchens when not otherwise engaged.