Taking Carol - Chapter 10 - 14

Chapter X.  Home Again

Carol was nearly manic as she turned the last corner and headed down the street toward her house.  As usual, she was pressing the automatic door opener for her garage before she even turned into the driveway so that she could cruise right in.  But, it didn't open.  She had to brake before hitting the garage door. What was going on?  She pressed the button repeatedly, but it would not open! She was naked, except for the thigh highs, choker around her neck, and her old platform clogs. The smell of the french fries Miss Karen had made her buy were driving her crazy with hunger.  She hadn't eaten a thing since the night before, prior to visiting with her "new neighbor".  She was flabbergasted.  What was going on?  She thought about honking the horn, but didn't want to attract any attention.  She decided to call her house using the cellphone, but there was no answer.  Oh, God!

Karen was enjoying the anxiety she was witnessing through the "chokercam".  She smiled every time she thought of the term.  She knew later variants would transmit such good stuff as pulse rate and temperature.  This one, the one she was beta testing for the agency, had proven to be quite effective, at least in providing quality video out of an exceptionally inconspicuous and well crafted platform.

She decided to toy with her toy a bit.  Besides, she was hungry and wanted those fries.  Karen tracked down the video camera and prepped it to shoot.  She began filming before she opened the slut's main entry door so she could capture the spontaneity of the moment.  Karen giggled a bit to herself when she first saw the slut's crimson face.  It looked like her head might explode.  Karen strolled down the sidewalk toward the car, carefully focusing on the naked slut.  "My goodness!  Haven't you had a big adventure!" she called out as he got close to the driver side door.

Carol wished she could melt into a puddle.  To simply cease to be.  She couldn't bear it.  Miss Karen was tapping on the window.  Oh, God.   Carol pressed the power button, rolling the window all the way down.  Carol cringed when Miss Karen announced loudly, "What are you doing driving around in broad daylight with no clothes on?  Look at you!"

Carol had no idea what was expected of her, so she remained silent.  She was faintly aware that she was whimpering. She knew her nerves were shot after what she had been through.  "Give me the fries, slut!", Miss Karen ordered.  Carol handed them to her.  "Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied shakily.

Karen shut off the camera and strolled casually back into the house to enjoy the fries.  The slut looked to be in worse shape than Karen had thought, but she knew she could stand a bit more torment.  They can always stand just a bit more, Karen thought.

Carol watched as Miss Karen walked back into the house, leaving her naked in the car.  She tried dialing the house again, now that she knew Miss Karen was there. No answer.  What could she do?  Carol settled down as low in the seat as she could to ensure that she couldn't be seen by any neighbors.  She just wanted to be inside.  She didn't care what happened after that.  She just wanted out of public view.  She peeked out the back of the car to see across the street. Would anyone see her if she dashed for the front door?  She could have her key ready.  It would be quick.  She didn't care if Miss Karen was upset.  She'd take almost anything rather than being left naked in her car in the driveway.

She would do it.  She could.  She could.  Nobody was looking.  Nobody was out...no cars coming...in a flash she was out the door and running up the short sidewalk to her entry door...sliding the key in...turn...trying to turn it...it...wouldn't open the...Oh, God!  She pounded frantically on the door. Her key didn't work!  Had someone changed the locks?  Oh, God!  She was naked in broad daylight!  Quickly, she spun and ran back down the sidewalk, across the driveway, and up the side of the house to the gate leading into the walled backyard.  She pushed on it...and banged into it from her forward momentum.  She almost stumbled to the ground...but, up, looking around...she didn't know what do to!

Karen was laughing uproariously while watching the slut's actions through the monitor.  She had only eaten a few fries before the dumb slut decided to take matters into her own hands.  Every time they did that, they failed.  Slut was crouching behind some bushes now, over on the side yard.  She didn't want to risk going back out to the car.  The way the picture on the monitor was rising and falling, the pitiful thing could hardly breath from the stress.  Karen thought about going out and locking the slut's car, but she had the keys and could gain entry to it easily enough...it would only slow her down.  Hmm.  Karen munched on a few more fries while waiting for the stupid bitch to try something new.  She didn't need for things to get out of hand.  Running to a neighbor would not be a good thing, Karen considered.

She finished off the last of the fries and walked into the backyard through the sliding door.  Off to the right, on the backside of the tall gate the slut had tried to get through, Karen called out, "Hellloooo?  Hellloooo?  Are there any sluts out there?"  She could hear sobbing.  Maybe this one had made it to the breaking point?  Nah...Karen knew better.  "Go back to the car, slut.  I'll help you get into the house then."

Miss Karen's voice turned sincere after her first, mocking comments through the gate at Carol.  Carol felt reassured by the sound of Miss Karen't voice.  She didn't know why.  She could hear the sliding glass door at the back of the house open and close again, and knew Miss Karen had gone inside.  Carol took advantage of the chance to pee, there in the bushes beside the garage.  Feeling much relieved, she decided she could make it back to the car.  She tentatively rose out of the bushes and looked around, making sure no one was out on the street. She ran at a low crouch to try to keep her silhouette below the roofline of the car.  Dashing across the front of it and around the door, she jumped back inside, slamming the door behind her.  She was drenched with sweat.  Rivulets were pouring over her body and onto the already wet seat.  Why did she have to be tormented like this?  She simply didn't understand.  If only she could know why...

Karen strode out through the front door again, locking it behind her before putting one of the new keys in her shorts pocket.  She walked directly up to the car, opened the door, and flipped the recline lever of the bucket seat the slut sat on.  The back instantly gave way, dropping backward until it rested on the back seat.  The slut was startled, but Karen placed her right hand on the slut's chest to hold her in place.  "Stay.", was all she said.  Seeing that her order was going to be followed, she stepped back and slammed the door closed. Reaching in, she turned the ignition key to activate the electronics, then pressed the driver side power window button and lowered the passenger side window.   She then pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them over her shoulder onto the lawn.

Carol was petrified.  She looked up to see Miss Karen's penetrating eyes staring back at her.  "Spread your legs, slut.", she ordered.

Carol did as she was told without hesitation.  She surprised herself.  Maybe she had no dignity left after what had happened to her.  Why didn't it seem to be such a big deal?  Her nipples hardened yet again and she felt that familiar stirring deep in her loins.

Karen decided that what would be really fun would be to finger fuck the slut in broad daylight in her driveway.  She leaned halfway through the window and pinched and twisted the slut's nipples until she was rewarded by audible reactions.  She knew this one would be hot once her motor got fully revved up. Reaching down between the slut's legs, she roughly pinched and flicked her hard, distended clit until the slut became even louder.

Carol was completely lost in this frenzy of sexual torment Miss Karen was putting her through...it seemed the louder she got, the more Miss Karen would reward her.  She was so much more excited than she had ever been in her life, and it was with complete and total abandon that she reacted to every twist and pinch.  She felt Miss Karen spreading her lips just before thrusting several fingers deeply into her sopping pussy.  Miss Karen was fucking her now, and Carol's loud moans mixed sensuously with the slopping and slurping that a good finger fucking can produce.  Carol had been surviving in a realm between desire and distain for all of the hours she had known her new neighbor.  Now, there was nothing but hot, unlimited, total wantoness in her.  She bucked her hips to better accommodate her Mistress's thrusts and squeeled loudly in rhythym with each movement.  Now there were four fingers in her, being pushed deeper and deeper....she was...she was...ohh.. .ohhhhhhh "ahhhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssyes yesyesssssssohmygod"...racked with one shattering orgasm....ohhh.... "nnnooohyesssssssssssssssss" ...then another...and still Mistress kept fucking her, still...thrusting...oh, oh...the thumb was added...being forced into...OH!.....until the third orgasm came and..."aaaaaaaa aahhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Carol exploded in an uncontrolled, screaming outburst that made the neighborhood dogs take note.  At the pinnacle of her unmanaged abandonment Carol was astonished to see and feel Miss Karen constrict and force her hand with just a bit more pressure until...it passed  completely into her.

Carol looked down over her freakishly distended nipples and heaving chest to see Miss Karen's wrist protruding out of her...out of her "cunt".  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the completeness...a sexual totality...a perfection she had never known, come over her.  Several aftershocks rolled through her, helping her down from heights she had never dreamed of finding.  Then, when she again opened her eyes they were met by the knowing glare of the one who had taken her, who owned her...who knew what change had just taken place in her...the beautiful one, her tormentor...who took her without warning...her Mistress.  She focused on those beautifully formed, expressive lips that she longed to know, now, more intimately than she knew any other, as they simply said, "Pledge."

Carol lifted her knees slightly, stretching, relishing the fullness of being so completely possessed.  It was a delicious moment for her...and she spoke drowsily, "This slut pledges the full application of her mind, body, and soul to your satisfaction, Mistress.  This slut...gives herself over for the use and pleasure of her Mistress.  With...no expectation of reward other than what Mistress may choose, and, no expectation of ever enjoying her freedom again except through devoted service to Miss Karen"

Karen smiled warmly.  She was impressed.  "And what do you know about thinking?"

Carol hesitated for only a moment.  "Doing without thinking will save this slut distress, Miss Karen."

"Whose property are you?", Karen asked, slowly twisting her cunt encased fist.

"I am the...property...of Miss Karen."

Karen always savored the finer moments.  This was one of them.  She had taken a respectable housewife, a school teacher, and transformed her into a willing slave in...seventeen and three quarters hours.  A new record, even for her.

She allowed the slut to enjoy the completeness of her surrender for a few seconds longer before slowly withdrawing her hand out of the distended and swollen cunt.   The slut gave it up with reluctance - the regret of losing that moment was apparent on her face.  "Stay.", Karen ordered while turning toward the house.  She walked up the sidewalk studying her glistening left hand.  She smelled it and touched her tongue to it as though she wasn't sure what flavor she had been given, or whether or not she would like it.  Karen was an unabashed lesbian and considered herself a connoisseur of pussy juice.  It wouldn't do to be seen showing any interest in the secretions of a slave, though.  She pulled the key out with her right hand and entered the house, closing the door behind her.

As she ventured through the kitchen to the garage, she licked her fingers clean of the sweet,  lightly aromatic nectar that her new toy had given up for her. Karen was totally aware that she had soaked through her  panties, but suffered none of the anxiety over it that those for whom orgasms were less readily available might endure.  She could use the slut for her own enjoyment anytime, and would.  Just not now.  Not yet.  She took the time to lick the remainder of her hand clean before rummaging through the garbage bag of clothes into which had been dumped the slut's swimsuits.  Frustrated, she finally dumped the bag out on the floor and kicked the items around until she found the nice little white bikini she remembered seeing the previous evening.  Next she found the scissors on the garage floor and returned to the coolness of the kitchen to sit down.  Carefully, Karen cut out the lining of both the bra top and bikini bottoms.

She left the newly modified bikini on the kitchen table, then proceeded to her own home to change panties.  She was careful to take the new housekeys and to lock the door behind her when she went out.  No need to tempt the slut into playing some sort of silly game.

When she returned across the front yards, she noticed the slut peeking out of the car at her.  She smiled and waved, calling out, "Hello there!", before tossing her wet panties onto the slut's sweat-beaded belly.

Carol was still enjoying the afterglow of the most intense experience of her life.  She loved Miss Karen...the one who had taken her there.  Despite all of the cruel torment and humiliation she had been through, she felt deeply indebted to the beautiful neighbor that fate had brought into her life.  Carol wondered if she would ever come completely off the high she had just been taken to. While fully sated of her immediate and compelling need for sexual release, she noted a new, persistent hunger for more.  Her pussy was still calling out to her for attention.  Maybe laying spread out and well fucked in broad daylight inside her car was doing that to her...but she idly thought not...that maybe it would always be there now.  How delicious that would be...to be constantly...ready.

She balled the panties up in her left hand and held them to her nose.  Inhaling deeply, like a smoker's first drag after a stressful meeting.  She had made her Mistress wet!  Carol stretched lanquidly, relishing the thought that she might soon get to...service Miss Karen.  It made her nervous.  Carol had never made love to a woman.  Her first taste of any woman had been at the hand of Miss Karen, and now, breathing deeply of her essence through her pretty cotton panties, Carol began to long for the opportunity to provide Miss Karen the kind of intimate pleasures she knew she was capable of.

Karen retrieved the bikini from the kitchen table and entered the garage.  She rummaged through the slut's remaining shoes and found an old pair of crosstrainers.  On top of the hot water heater was a half full bottle of suntan oil. Next, she flipped the wall switch, restoring power to the automatic garage door opener, and activated the door.    Carrying the bikini, shoes, and oil outside, she dropped them onto the driveway immediately beside the slut's driver side door.

Returning to the garage, she carried out a small can of gasoline, then pulled the lawnmower out to the sidewalk.  Stepping over to the car, she saw the slut clutching her used panties to her nose as though she were afraid they'd be taken away.  It was a tantalizing sight, but one Karen chose not to enjoy too much. She pulled the door completely open.  "Sit up.", she ordered.

Carol pulled herself to an upright position while Miss Karen raised the seatback.  Sweat poured down over Carol's body onto the seat.

"Give me the stockings and shoes."  Karen held her hand out, as though the command would be obeyed instantaneously.  She was happy to see that it nearly was.  It's amazing what a little incentive can do, she thought.  Pointing to the items she had dropped on the driveway, she said, "Put the bikini on and cut the front lawns, both of them.  Be sure you oil yourself up, I want you well tanned this summer."  Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode back into the garage, dropping the door behind her.

Carol's reverie hadn't left her entirely.  She still felt the lusting for Miss Karen that she had been relishing the past few minutes, but there remained an element of fear that was real.  Looking down at the items in the driveway, she saw the shoes, oil, and her old white bikini.  Since she could be seen by anyone driving down the street, she quickly gathered up the bikini and began to pull the bottoms on.  She noticed immediately that the lining had been cut out of them, and knew that with a little moisture they would become practically transparent.  She nevertheless pulled them on and got them adjusted before noticing the same had been done to the top.  A little was better than nothing at all, Carol thought...she had just spent a considerable amount of time naked in public, though nominally concealed in her car.  She knew there was little activity on her street at any time of the day, but particularly during working hours.  After getting the top situated she put the shoes on and got out of the car.  As ordered, she oiled herself down and managed to get the lawmower started with very little trouble.

Karen sat down in the coolness of the slut's home office to go through her computer files in more detail while watching her progress through the "chokercam".   The phone began ringing. She waited to see if the caller would leave a message.

Megan White was pissed off.  She spent much of her time pissed off because nothing ever seemed to go her way.  What she had hoped to be a fun summer break had turned boring the second she arrived at her sister's house.  So, she made up a story about visiting a friend in Orlando just so she could be on her own for a few days to have the kind of good time she couldn't at her big sister's house. By the time she had gotten to Orlando and found a motel room she could afford, she was too tired and too smart to go wandering around the strange city in search of...what-ever.  She managed to fall asleep after listening to the headboard in the room next door bang for over an hour, only to wake up to a car that wouldn't start.  She had no clue what to do except call her sister, who she knew was teaching and wouldn't be at home.

"Hey, Sis.  It's me.  My car broke down and won't start.  I'm sorry!  I just don't know what to do except leave you a message.  I'm at the Blue Harbor Motel in Kissemee, room 210, the number here is...."

Karen listened to the young voice with growing anger.  She always  used trainees to prep her dossiers and provide detached support when she took breaks.  It was a way of continuing to work without working.  Having a support team helped to make everything go easier, and using ad hoc trainee support teams was a nice way to justify access to beta equipment.  The agency wasn't bothered by the fact that she field tested equipment when she was on vacation, nor that she gave trainees real time experience even if it was formally off the books.

Someone had fucked up, large.  She knew nothing about a sister, let alone a sister that happened to be in the area.  Karen quickly grasped her encrypted cellphone from her gym bag and dialed the secure message center.  It would automatically trigger the pagers of the participating trainees, prompting them to dial the message center to retrieve Karen's recording.  "Previously undocumented younger female sibling has been verified.  Training operator requests immediate review and update."  She snapped the cover down forcefully to terminate the call.

Karen had yet to cross the path of a problem that she couldn't somehow turn into an opportunity.  Some took more time and effort than others, but there was always a way to salvage a situation.  In this case, a little sister in the area was certainly a complicating factor, but not one that would necessarily compromise her "training" mission.  She had always planned to manage her new toy such that she could either walk away when the time came or have the slut disappear without anyone being surprised or looking too hard for her.  The husband and boyfriend could be managed, friends and associates kept at a distance, and the mother lived in Ilinois.  A sister in the area, though...could be a problem.

After feeling self conscious for the  first few minutes of mowing the lawns, Carol became more relaxed and accepting of the situation as time passed.  The bikini had become  practically transparent as she sweated and the white fabric began to cling to her skin.  She felt totally out of place, cutting the front lawn in a bikini with crosstrainers and a choker on.  But, it was making her horny.  That was undeniable.  The way her hairless skin glistened in the sunlight under the oil, the way the plug moved inside her with every step she took, the vibration of the mower in her hands, the slight bounce of her breasts as she pushed,  all were contributing factors that were causing her nipples to stay hard and her pussy to stay wet.  All the while she thought of her Mistress, and dreamed of kneeling before her...

Karen watched the slut's progress distractedly  while she waited for her support team to scramble into action.  They envisioned her laying beside a pool, drinking lemonade, and dreaming up scenarios for them to react to.  Nobody in the agency had any idea she did what she did in her down time.   She knew the message she left was a career  threatener for whoever had been responsible for tracking the family's lineage and whereabouts.  It should be.  In a live operation, this would be considered a major intelligence failure that could jeopardize lives as well as national security.  She took a deep breath and sighed.  That's what training scenarios are for, she reminded herself.

Carol's daydream was interruped by the appearance of a pickup truck.  She hadn't noticed it turn down the street, otherwise she would have found a way to turn the mower in the opposite direction.  It was too late.  Whoever was driving it had probably already seen her nipples pushing through the bikini top, as well as noticed that her pussy was shaved.  The bikini had become practically see through, and there was no way of concealing herself now.  She kept going, hoping they hadn't noticed.

Using her peripheral vision, she noted with some dread that the truck had stopped in the street off to her left and the driver side window was rolling down.  She heard honking, and turned to look.  A younger hispanic man was driving it.  He was smiling, and waving for her to come over.  Uncertain as to what to do, she finished the row she was cutting and turned to come back the other way before shutting the mower off.  She smiled back at him.

"I need some directions!", he  shouted happily.

"Oh, okay.", Carol replied as she tentatively stepped closer to him while staying in Miss Karen's yard.  "What address are you looking for?", she asked. "What's your address?", he answered, laughing.

Carol had always been naive.  The joke went straight over her head.  "I'm 102 Thrushmeadow."

"Well.  I wish there were more 102 Thrusmeadow's in this world, cause I like the one I'm lookin' at now!"

Carol realized he was talkiing about her.  The compliment made her feel...sexy. That was strange.  Unwanted attention had always made her uncomfortable.  Now she was standing in her front yard in a see through bikini, feeling horny and having a nice conversation with a complete stranger.  She smiled, not sure what to say.

"Wanna come cut my lawn next?", he asked jokingly.

Carol stepped closer, to the edge of the lawn.  She felt her desire growing...the boy was cute!  He had kind eyes and a really nice smile and his eyes looked so sincere...she had always been attracted to clean cut hispanic men like this one.

Preoccupied with the problem, Karen had taken her eyes off the monitor for a few minutes while she poured another cup of coffee.  When she returned to the slut's home office and looked at the monitor, she became alarmed.  The slut had stopped cutting the grass and was talking to someone in a pickup truck.  The "chokercam" lense was designed to be more of a fisheye view and did not perform well beyond ten feet or so.  Karen decided to go to the guest bedroom and look out the window.

Carol stepped down onto the asphalt.  She was standing in the street now.  His teeth were the whitest she had ever seen.

"You are hot, baby.", he said as his eyes openly roamed over her body.

Carol felt like a teenager.  She slowly turned her body from side to side to make sure he got a nice view.  She felt like she was on autopilot.  She knew where this would end up...and was happy to help it move along.  "You aren't too shabby yourself.", she answered in a sexy voice.

This, Karen didn't need.  Not while the team was scrambling to get her a reactive call.  The slut looked like she was ready to climb in the mexican's truck and make off with him.  Her sexual appetite was obviously much greater than Karen had anticipated.

When Carol heard the front door slam she turned to see Miss Karen walking quickly toward her across the lawn.  The hateful glare in her eyes told Carol she was in big, big trouble.  Carol glanced quickly back at the boy with an apologetic expression on her face.  She immediately regretted it, fearful Miss Karen had seen it and that it only made matters worse.

Karen covered the ground she needed to cover quickly.  The mexican male didn't know what to make of the situation, and that was just fine with Karen.  She didn't plan to provide him with any explanations.  She was enraged that her property would be out slutting around in the street when she had direct instructions to cut the grass.

Carol was frozen in place as Miss Karen came up quickly upon her.  Oh, God.

Karen grasped the bitch by her right wrist and turned back toward the house, pulling the slut behind her.

"Ooohhmama.  You're both soooo hot!", the boy called out.  "Can I watch?"

Karen flipped him the bird over her shoulder while continuing to lead the stupid slut to the house.

Carol was petrified, but being led by her wrist across the yard as though she were a child caused her nipples to harden even more and her pussy to begin to tingle.  She was practically dragged through the door and into the living room, where she was roughly spun around to face her Mistress.

"Strip!", Karen screamed.  As the slut hurried to comply, Karen took a moment to control herself.  She was inclined to inflict significant pain, but knew that once she started she might have a problem.  Better to step back, be rational. The slut was already in her proper position, breathing heavily and dripping sweat on the plush green carpet.  "Go outside and take a cold shower, you stupid fucking slut!  I can't stand the sight of you!", Karen yelled before turning back toward the home office.

Relieved and grateful not to have been slapped or whipped, Carol rushed to the shower stall by the poolhouse in the back yard and took a quick shower. Removing all of the sweat and tanning oil under the cold stream of water was invigorating, but Carol knew she was still in trouble.  She had never seen another woman become so enraged.  She was amazed, after seeingn the look in Miss Karen't eyes, that she had been able to control herself so well.  Carol knew she had done wrong, but she was so....horny...all the time now.

When she finished the shower she wasn't sure what to do next.  She thought she should return to the last spot she had been in position, so tried to get into the house through the sliding door.  It was locked, however.  So, hopeful to make amends somehow, she faced the glass door, spread her feet, clasped her hands behind her neck, adjusted her elbows, and waited.

Karen kept a close eye on the monitor to ensure the bitch didn't do anything else stupid.  She had locked the sliding door to keep the slut out until the trainees could give her an update on the little sister.  She took a few minutes to put the lawn mower and gas can away, then found the slut's car keys in the grass.  She decided to leave the car in the driveway.  When she returned to the office, she took some time to work through a few contingencies in her mind regarding the sister.  They weren't all bad.  As she sipped another cup of coffee, she reflected on whether or not so much of it that day had contributed to her reaction to the slut's...forgetfulness.  She had calmed down enough to begin to see some humor in the slut's horniness.  It was obvious what would happen if she was left to her own devices.

Finally, the small green light on Karen's encrypted cellphone began to blink. She checked her watch.  Twenty minutes...not a bad reaction time.  But, what was the information worth?  She plugged the adapter from the monitor to the cellphone and downloaded the text message sent by her team of trainees.

"Apologies.  Megan Renee White, younger sister is adoptive.  Joined family when subject was ten and sister was six months.  Graduated high school last week. Illinois I.D. Photo attached.  End."

Well.  At least Karen had a name, age, and knowledge that she was adopted.  She could fill in the blanks by other means.  What to do?  There was no immediate need to decide because Megan knew her big sister was teaching and had no expectation of a return call until late afternoon at the earliest.  It was...one fifteen. Plenty of time.  Megan wasn't bad looking, but there was really no telling from an I.D. photo.

Karen straightened up the office area, putting all of her equipment back into the gym bag.   She strolled casually toward the back of the house and stood for a while just inside the sliding glass door, looking out at the slut.  She had gotten some sun while cutting the lawns and was just then beginning to turn pink from it.  Karen would have her tanned deeply by summer's end.  She would look especially hot once her hair was dyed blonde.  There was much to do, and much fun to be had with this one...but...there was the matter of the sister to deal with.

Carol saw with some trepidation that Miss Karen was looking her over from inside the house.  She remained completely motionless, trying to ensure that she did not further enrage her  beautiful Mistress.  She thought about what it felt like, being led by the wrist...it was so...natural.  But for the circumstances, she would have enjoyed it very much.  For now all she could do was keep her position and wait.  She was getting increasingly hungry as the day wore on, and cutting the grass had served to build up quite an appetite.  She hadn't had any breakfast or lunch, other than the quart of water she had been forced to drink that morning.

Karen closed the drapes on the slut, both to give her something more to think about and to conceal the fact that Karen had gone to her home to exchange some items and to secure some of the test equipment in her safe.

When Karen returned she found herself in a much better mood.  As often happened, her fabulous brain worked out a solution while she let the problem ruminate without applying conscious thought to it.  Then, when the solution popped out, she could apply her unequaled analytical skills toward deconstructing the solution to test it, ,refine it and make it more workable.  The bottom line in this case was that she needed to take a trip.  Before leaving, she needed to secure the slut for an undetermined period of time.  She gathered what she needed from her substantial supply at home and returned with a general plan.

Carol was surprised when the curtains suddenly parted.  She had been staring at them for so long that her mind had started to wander.   Still mindful of the degree to which she had upset Miss Karen, Carol had begun to develop the skill of allowing time to pass.  Being trussed up by the neck the previous evening had given her some practice.  Though tired and otherwise distressed, she had made the same accomodation in the cage and while she waited in her car outside the thrift shop.  She recalled the life in which she dreamed of having more idle time.  Her dream had come true, although not in the way she had envisioned. Idle time punctuated by humiliation, fear, work, confusion, and almost constant horniness was not yet a 24 hours lifestyle for her, but that was only because she had not yet made it through her first 24 hours.

She had been thinking about kind of change had occurred in her that she could and would mow the lawn in a see-through bikini and be fully prepared to fuck the first man that took notice.  On the one hand she was alarmed.  On the other she felt the familiar, almost constant heat that kept her wet and ready.  Something deep within her, beyond the reach of her intellect, was winning the battle for her body.  She wasn't trying too hard to keep herself under control, and wanted to go where fate seemed to be taking her.

Karen was preoccupied with getting to Kissemmee.  She slid the door open a crack.  "Go to your spot and pee, then return here.", she said flatly before closing  the door.  She watched as the slut made her way quickly to her spot on the grass.  Karen knew she had found a way to pee since her "accident" at school that morning, probably in the bushes on the side of the house.  She only dribbled a bit now, and Karen knew the quart that had been put into her that morning had obviously already been drained.  There would be an accounting for every transgression, eventually.  Karen slid the door open when the slut returned to allow her entry into the house.  Karen told the slut to kneel on top of the coffee table in the living room.

Carol had no idea what to expect.  Miss Karen's mood had changed for the better, but she remained serious and somewhat detached.  Carol kneeled up on the coffee table, feeling even more as though she were on display than she had been in the back yard.  She clasped her hands behind her neck and spread her knees, keeping her eyes downcast.  She noticed the furniture had been rearranged and that it didn't look bad.

Karen placed her large sports bag beside the coffee table and withdrew her favorite leather discipline hood from it.  This particular hood was nice because of the flexibility it provided.  It could be fitted with a bit, O-ring, penis gag, ball gag, a simple vented mouth cover, or left open over the lips.  The eyes could be left open or snapped shut, as could the ears.  It was fully adjustable with leather laces up the back and contained numerous D-rings in various locations to make it convenient to secure the slave's head contained in it.  She had already fitted it with a large penis gag.  First, though, she pulled out a pair of earplugs that would effectively render the slut deaf, especially once the hood was fully in place.  She held the earplugs up for the slut to see.

"I lost count of the number of times you failed me today.  Since you are apparently unable to hear what I tell you, I've decided to make you deaf, dumb, and blind for a while.  After I insert these earplugs I'm going to put this nice hood on you.  Then, I'm going to do what I will with you, as though you were a stupid animal with no sense, which is what you demonstrated that you are, through your actions today.  Should I meet with any resistance, things will be all the worse for you.  Do you unerstand?"

Carol understood that tone of voice.  She nodded slightly, her lips involuntarily curling down on the corners.  "Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied.

Karen held the slut's head steady with one hand while she pushed the earplugs in with the other.  Then, she took the hood and turned it inside out so that the large penis gag protruded outward from it.  Reaching down between the slut's legs, she roughly parted her labia with the penis gag and firmly guided it up and back several times until it was thoroughly coated with cunt juice.

Carol knew what was expected of her when she saw the shortened black dildo being held to her lips.  She opened wide as it was pushed deeply into her mouth and the hood quickly pushed up and over her face until it surrounded her entire head.  Miss Karen gathered and pulled her hair up through a hole in the top, then tightly laced up the back, down to the nape of her neck.  She could hear and see nothing.  The gag was so large that it seemed to completely fill her mouth, and was just short enough not to trigger her gag reflex.  She relished the taste of herself as her juices intermingled with her saliva and seemed to settle in throughout her mouth.  Miss Karen was adjusting and tightening various buckles and straps that served to make every part of the hood  conform to the shape of her head.

Karen stood back to survey her work.  The hood looked like it had been custom made for the slut's well formed head.  She loved it.  Leaving the dumb beast on the table, she strolled to the garage and gathered the converted dog collars she had made the slut purchase the evening before.  She put one on each ankle and wrist.

Next, she guided the slut down onto her back and pushed her wrists up over her head.  She padlocked the wrist cuffs together and knotted a length of nylon rope to the padlock, tossing the loose end under the table.   She grasped each ankle and pushed it under the table on either side, then tied a length of rope between them. Next, she pulled the rope attached to her wrists until the slut's upper arms rested on the table top and her lower arms were pulled at an angle under the table.  She tied it to the rope connecting her ankles.   If the slut tired to straighten her arms, she would pull her ankles closer together, and if she tried to straighten her knees, she would pull her arms more tightly under the table.

As her body was being bound to the table, Carol became increasingly alarmed. She was splayed out on the table in such a manner that her breasts, belly, pussy, and inner thighs were fully exposed. Her breathing became more difficult because of the mask, and she felt her head beginning to perspire inside it's leather cucoon.

So as not to have any interruptions to the task that soon would be at hand, Karen retrieved the slut's huge "black man's" dildo as well as the next larger of the three sizes of anal plugs that had been bought the night before at the adult video store.  She tossed them onto a side chair next to the coffee table. She stripped a few nice lengths of duct tape off a roll she had in her bag and temporarily stuck them on the edge of the table.

Not one for wasting time, Karen quickly stripped off all of her clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the couch.  She was already wet, but opted to slide a finger along the length of her long neglected pussy just to warm herself up a bit more.  She had brought a longer dogwhip with her, one that produced a deep whistle as it split the air and a very satisfying crack upon impact.  It was not heavy enough to do damage beyond surface welts, but it was more subtantial than the one she had used on the slut that morning, which was basically just a toy.

She stood on the table, straddling the slut's torso and facing toward her feet. Raising the dogwhip up to the ceiling, she took careful aim at the right inner thigh, about six inches above the knee.  Taking a deep breath, feeling her nipples rise and her pussy tingle, she brought the whip down with a sureness and fury that knew no compromise.

Carol's entire body went rigid as her thigh suddenly erupted in flame.  The pain was so quick and so deep that she momentarily wondered if she had been burned. She screamed at the top of her lungs into the gag and hood that held her mute, blind, and deaf.  This was a cruelty she had never known.  Her mind reeled, functioning at the level of a cornered animal.

Karen was thrilled to see the result.  The welt came up nicely while the slut's body quivered from the shock.  Karen stood poised, watching the nipples rise and the clit escape from it's soft, concealing hood.  She waited patiently until the breathing returned.  Some of the muscles relaxed...then she struck again, ruthlessly.  Then, again, and again...

The slut had been perfectly striped, three times on either inner thigh.  Karen admired her work from above the writhing victim.  "Well placed.", she complimented herself.  The gutteral, muted screams that managed to make their way out of the hood were a nice compliment as well.  They continued for a while even after the last strike, as long as there was breath to produce them. Eventually the slut had tired of breathing so hard, and had to either calm down or pass out.  The human body was a particularly interesting and useful instrument.  It typically did what needed to be done to keep the system operating despite the emotional distress of the frail personality that sometimes controlled it.

Karen was flowing freely, and happily gathered her own moisture on her fingers to share with the slut.  She rubbed generous amounts of it over the slut's nostrils and the area surrounding them on the hood to ensure her sweet aroma would be a distinct aspect of that particularly memorable event.

Next, she roughly removed the smaller plug from the slut's ass, replacing it with   the medium sized plug, then unceremoniously forced the dildo in to the hilt.  They would be held in place with the duct tape, which Karen placed from the slut's lower back to her belly and reinforced with several more lengths to ensure nothing could be expelled.  It would be a perfectly natural way for a slut to pass the time, fully stuffed in all her holes, freshly striped, and stringently bound.

Karen hadn't intended to give herself relief.  That would come later.  She enjoyed and appreciated the value of discipline and the satisfying results it would bring when her desire was allowed to build to the point that she was unable to stop herself.  She looked forward to the frenzy, and the unpredictable circumstances in which it might arrive.  It was the one unregulated aspect of her life that she allowed herself.

She quickly showered and redressed, then prepared for the drive to Kissemmee. It was time to investigate what  kind of complication Megan would be.

Chapter XI.  Megan

Karen made her way at a leisurely pace down Interstate 95 to I-4 and the Florida Turnpike.  She didn't particularly enjoy driving, but her Jaguar tended to make it a pleasurable experience.  After about three hours, she found the appropriate exit and made her way to the Cool Harbor Motel.  It was a dump with a rusty sign and cracked plate glass in the lobby windows.

Armed with the image of Megan's driver's license photograph in her mind, she parked the car in the motel lot and strolled to the pool area.  She preferred to have a look at Megan before approaching her.  It was always best to have the first opportunity to size someone up.  With a broken down car, there wouln't be too many places she could hang out.  Not at the Cool Harbor, anyway.  It would be the room or the pool.  She wouldn't be expecting anyone other than her sister, but it wouldn't be in the slut's character to drive to Kissemmee without calling first.

There were only stray cats poolside.  Karen looked at her watch.  School would have been out about a half hour ago, so she might still be in the room waiting for a call from her big sister.  Karen stretched a bit and took a few seconds to align her thoughts before searching out Megan's room.

Megan heard light knocking on the door, just as she was finishing her third joint of the day.  It couldn't be her sister.  She wouldn't have come without calling to get highly detailed directions.  Megan had been dreading the call because she knew she couldn't give Carol minute directions.  She hadn't been able to find a motel room in Orlando and had kept moving until she happened upon the Cool Harbor.  She had no idea how she had gotten there.  She had left the bathroom exhaust fan on, but tried fanning some of the smoke toward it with a damp pillow after throwing the roach in the toilet and flushing it.

Looking through the door viewer, she saw a pretty older woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  What was up with that?  Brushing her hair back over her shoulders and straightening her tank top, she inhaled deeply and pulled the door open a crack.  "Megan?", the lady asked pleasantly.

"Uh.  Yeah?", Megan replied, sounding more wasted than she intended to.

"Hi!  I'm glad I found you!  I'm Karen, Carol's new neighbor?"

"Oh...uh. Yeah.  Okay." Megan pulled the door open wider.  "C'mon in."  She gestured halfheartedly toward the interior of the room.

Karen managed to keep her facial expression fixed as she stepped into the room and was hit by a wall of marijuana smoke.  Little sister was no goody-two shoes, was she?

"Are you okay?  Carol said something about your car being broken down?"

The lady...what was her name?  She looked good.  She was nice.  "Uh.  Yeah.  I'm okay.  It just...won't start.  It's dead.", Megan answered sullenly.

Dead.  Like your brain cells, Karen thought.  The room was nasty, but Megan appeared natural in it.  She was not out of place.  It was a room made for eighteen year old girls with too many rings in their ears to count, a tongue stud, nice floral tatoos on each arm, and a penchant for smoking too much pot. She was attractive, though.  In a pseudo butch lesbian kind of way.  Her hair was short, dyed as black as boot polish (which Karen much preferred to blue or purple) and highlighted with a bit of glitter that hadn't washed out from a long night of fruitless cruising for a sugar mama.  Karen could see that in a family setting Megan would stand out as the one who was adopted.  She bore no resemblance to Carol or her mother, whose picture Karen had seen in the dossier. She was certainly not talkative.  At least not yet.

"Well, I'm sure we can figure something out.  Carol had an...engagement and couldn't make it.  So...I decided to come down and see what I could do for you.", Karen smiled sincerely.  She knew it looked that way, at least.  "You're lucky she called home to check her messages today.", Karen added.

"Uh. My car won't start, so...ah...", Megan mumbled.  She was feeling a bit intimidated.  She knew the lady had smelled the pot.  She didn't really care, but it was like...out there.

"How about this,", Karen offered.  "let me call a tow truck and get it to a garage.  Then, we'll go to dinner somewhere and figure out the rest."  She smiled pleasantly, ensuring there was no possible reason for Megan to object.

"Oh.  I, ah...the problem is, ah...I don't have any money.  Not much, anyway. Not enough...so...", Megan's voice trailed off as though she had lost her train of thought.

"No problem!", Karen exclaimed, trying to inject some enthusiasm into the depressing room.  "I have Carol's credit card!".

Megan liked the way the lady's lips moved.  She thought for a few seconds.  That was odd.  If this was the neighbor Carol had gone to meet the night before, why would she have trusted her with her credit card?  "Uh.  Are you the neighbor Carol was, Carol visited last night?", she asked foggily.

Karen knew then how badly her support team had failed.  Not only was there a surprise little sister that someone had forgotten to tell him about, but she had been in the subject's house the day of Karen's first planned contact.

Karen understood the underlying reason for the question.  This ones mind worked slowly.  "Yes!  We had a great time last night!  She feels really bad that she couldn't be here for you.  So, I've got her card to pay for whatever needs done."

"That's a switch.", Megan whispered as she turned toward the door.

"What do you mean?", Karen asked.

"Um, I expected her to tell me to fend for myself.  Then I'd have to call my mom and get a lecture, and she would call Carol, and Carol would...whatever.  It doesn't matter." She shrugged.

Karen smiled warmly, tilting her head in kind understanding.  The rift she thought she could use had just leapt into her arms.  She followed Megan out the door and onto the second floor walkway.  There was a nice breeze.  "I know she's a real slut, but she didn't come across as such a bitch.", Karen mentioned casually. Megan was surprised, both by the statement and by the fact that the lady had said it.  Maybe she was cool.  Maybe she wasn't some kind of boring...sister's friend.  Carol?  A slut?  She pointed across the lot to a small red Cavalier. "That's it, right there."

Karen pulled out her cellphone, then went back into the room to check the yellow pages for a towing service.  She watched Megan through the dingy room window while she made the call.  The comment was sinking in.  Karen would be ready when the questions came.  She could tell she had managed to put something in Megan's mind that could sit right on top of her car trouble for a while.

The lady was confused. Carol was a boring prude bitch.  It was almost funny to hear somebody call Carol a slut.  If she was a slut, I'm a...movie star, Megan thought.

The tow truck took more than thirty minutes to arrive.  By then Megan was starving.  They had managed to pass the time with idle chatter about the weather, Megan's trip, and other seemingly inane subjects that helped Karen to gain a better understanding of how Megan's mind worked.  She wasn't impressed, but had noted that Megan was brightening a bit as they got to know each other better.  Of course, everything Karen told her was a complete fabrication.  But, it was a well remembered set of lies that would have been referred to as "cover" if she were in operations and if she were on an operation.

The driver made an imprint of the slut's card before taking Megan's car away. He had told them both that he was sure whatever was wrong with it couldn't be fixed for a couple of days due to a backlog of tourists with similarly disabled vehicles at the garage.  Megan seemed to take the news in stride, although she didn't have the money to stay around for that long without some help.  She was happy to go to dinner with the lady, especially since it was free.  She was really surprised when she discovered she was driving a new Jag.  Megan had never been in anything like it, and it felt great. The lady was being very nice to her, although she did make Megan wipe off her shoes and checked her over for dirt before allowing her into the car.

Karen took the girl to the best restaurant she could find on short notice. Not that the tart deserved to live the high life, but Karen did.  They made an odd couple, but the more Karen was around Megan, the more she found to appreciate. With some cleaning up, a better wardrobe, and a haircut, Megan could be really cute.  In the restaurant Karen ordered for Megan, without asking what she wanted to eat.   She told her she was cute.  The girl blushed.  She wasn't accustomed to compliments.  She had probably been put down all her life.  When Karen patted her on her thigh, she blushed again.

It was weird to be eating in such a nice restaurant in a tank top and pair of jean shorts.  What's her name was dressed casually, too, but she seemed to fit in so much better.  It was the story of Megan's life - never fitting in.  She didn't know what to do or how to act.  Having her food ordered for her made her feel like a child.  She didn't appreciate it much, but what could she say?  Free food was free food.  The lady was pretty.  The more Megan looked at her, the more she was attracted to her.  She was really smart, too.  That comment about Carol being a slut was still gnawing at Megan, though.  She finally felt comfortable enough to ask.

"Um, what was that you were saying about...ah...Carol being, like, a slut?"

"You shouldn't speak with your mouth full, Megan.", Karen replied impatiently. She could see the girl bristle.  Those who hate authority are great fun to break, Karen thought.  "Before we talk about Carol, tell me when you first realized you were lesbian?"  Karen gazed into Megan's eyes, making sure she understood the seriousness of the question.

Megan hadn't recovered from being told not to talk while she was eating. Besides, she was confused.  This was a strange turn.  "Um...none of your business.", she answered quietly.  She was proud to have stood up to the lady.

"Okay.", Karen said.  "Fair enough.  I could tell you were the second I saw you."  She reached over and took Megan's hand.  "You certainly are an attractive young lady."

Megan allowed the lady to hold her hand for a few seconds.  At least until she started rubbing it.  She hadn't thought of herself with...was it Karen?  This kind of come-on wasn't something she was used to.  She wasn't sure how to react. She slowly pulled her hand away.  Hadn't she been hoping for a moment like this since she was...thirteen?  She was pretty...but...well, old!

Karen had worked out her options well in advance.  She assumed the girl was just taking a short trip from Carol's home and that had been confirmed.  So, the prospect of having her return to potentially discover what Karen had been doing to her adoptive sister created the need for management.  Karen then knew she had two options.  She could either take the girl as well, or she could somehow manipulate the girl's assistance in a way that would ensure her security.  When people disappear, it is not a good thing for one to have been closely associated with them anytime prior to the disappearance.  Karen had already concluded the second option was much too risky.  The first option involved more risk than she was normally willing to assume, mainly because the potential disappearance of sisters would create a sensation that would attract so much attention that she would most likely be compromised.

So, she had decided to take the little sister as well.  In the short term it was manageable, and the slut could be used to minimize concern on the part of the mother or other relatives.  Karen would have time to enjoy herself while planning how to cover her tracks without having to constantly worry about whether Megan would be a reliable ally.  Having formed the conclusion, Karen found herself highly excited.  She hadn't taken two simultaneously before, let alone two sisters.  The possibilities were diabolical.  And this one, well, she hated authority.  That was always a pleasant first ingredient.

Karen could pick up the car in a few days or a week.  Nobody in Kissemee would remember Megan.  It would most likely be a few months before Karen's break was over and she would have to make any final determinations anyway.  Mmmm.  Two sluts. Two.  What fun!

Karen leaned toward the girl as though she were going to tell her a secret.  She rested her hand on Megan's knee.  "I think you should come home with me.  You can hang out by the pool for a few days.  I'll tell Carol that you're fine and that you decided to stay somewhere down here until your car is fixed.  If you want to make some money, you could do some work around the house and I'll pay you.  How does that sound?"

It wasn't like Megan had a thousand choices.  One of her problems in life was that she never seeme to have more than one choice.  This was yet another example.  It didn't sound that bad, but she hated the thought of being dependent on this...Karen...for a few days.  "Okay.", she shrugged.

Karen wasted no further time in the restaurant.  As soon as they finished their entrees she paid with the slut's credit card, carefully and accurately forging her signature on the receipt.  They returned to the motel and gathered up Megan's things, packing them in the trunk of the Jag before heading back upstate.

Karen used the time to learn more about the slut and her adopted sister.  Their relationship had never been good.  Karen concluded they were deeply jealous of each other.  She discovered that the slut's marriage wasn't at all healthy, and that the slut had been considering a trial separation when her husband returned from a military deployment sometime in September.

Megan decided not to pursue the comment about Carol's being a slut.  She really didn't care to talk that much, and the lady seemed to be interrogating her during the entire drive, although it was a well paced and seemingly innocent interrogation.  Her buzz wore off much too quickly, and she wished she could fire up another fattie.  As usual, she quickly became bored.  They stopped once to refuel, and Megan didn't mind pumping the gas and going inside to pay while Karen sat in the car.

When they were again on the interstate, with about forty minutes drive left, Karen decided to test the little lesbian to see what she was made of.  "Megan, maybe this isn't such a good idea.  Maybe I should just let you hitch a ride back to Kissemmee and fend for yourself."

Megan woke up quickly from whatever the daydream of the moment was.  "Uh.  Like, why?", she asked.

"Why?  Well, because I seem to have gotten myself into a situation where I think I'm doing some really nice things for a complete stranger who doesn't appear to appreciate it."  Karen glanced at the girl, guaging her reaction.

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"Why would I do this for you, if you're just going to sulk and act like you're put out?  I could have found easier ways to be miserable.  Are you going to make me miserable?"

Megan knew she was right, but wasn't going to admit it.  "No.  I haven't done anything to you.", she replied.

"Oh?  Six hours driving?  Dinner?  And you are...who?  My neighbor's sister?" There was a long pause before Megan spoke.

"I don't know what you mean, uh, Karen.  Like, what do you want?" Karen noted just a touch of nervousness in her voice.  "Well, to start with, I'd like the rest of the drive to be a bit more...interesting.", Karen said softly.

"Okayyyy.  But, like, I don't know any jokes?"

Karen half expected her to say, "Hellooo!" after each sentence.  She was dealing with a child in a young  woman's body.  She hated to react to that kind of attitude, so she didn't.  She simply put her right turn signal on and started slowing down.

She wouldn't put me out, Megan thought.  She wouldn't!  Would she?  She would. They were on the berm.  They were stopped.  Megan froze.

Karen put the car in park then turned fully toward Megan.  The little trollop was frightened.  What a shame.  Being put out on I-95 was not proving to be attractive to her.  "I can tell you now what I want, Megan.  In exchange for all this time, effort, and expense that I'm putting in for you, I want you to be my personal little lesbian whore for a few days, starting now.  Either that, or get out now."  For effect, Karen reached over Megan and pushed the door open.

Megan knew what she wanted.  It was just so...weird.  "Okay.", she blurted out.

Karen didn't move or speak, she simply continued to glare at the girl.  Okay wasn't an answer.  Megan glanced at her.  There was fear in her eyes.

"Okay!" Megan repeated.  "What do you want me to do?"

This one was tougher than big sister, Karen thought.  Though fearful and stressed out, the young tart was managing to keep her emotions under control, at least outwardly.  Karen reached up, placing her hand at the back of Megan's neck and pulled her close.  Karen pressed her lips to Megans, slipping her tongue lightly between the girl's parting lips and gliding it across her teeth.  Megan sighed heavily, as though all the air had gone out of her bravado balloon.  She parted her teeth, allowing Karen's roaming tongue full access.  Her own hot little tongue ventured shyly forward.  Karen pulled her in  tighter, pushing deeper with her tongue, feeling the heat rising quickly.  She slid her left hand smoothly up under Megan's tank top to cup her right breast.  Megan sighed again, seeming to melt back into the car seat.  Karen slowly rolled the nipple between her thumb and middle finger, applying moderate pressure as she felt it harden. The girl was responding nicely, just as Karen had expected.

Megan's body had reacted in ways she had never experienced before.  She was being taken, and was freely giving, all of herself to this...pretty woman with a Jaguar...on the side of the interstate.  She swooned at the perfectly orchestrated ministrations she was subjected to at the hand of the...lady.  She was...in...heaven.

Karen slowly, languidly ended the kiss and withdrew slightly to look into Megan's eyes.  Sexily, she whispered, "Did you like that?"

"Mmmmmm.", Megan nodded.

Karen sat back a bit further so that she could lift the front of the girl's tank top up for a look at her breasts.  Megan accomodated the effort by sitting up slightly.  She was nervous, though, looking out at passing traffic to see if they could be noticed.  They were pretty little breasts...perfect for a young, horny lesbian.  Karen leaned forward, slowly enveloping Megan's right nipple with her lips, drawing it in between her teeth and gently teasing it with her darting tongue.  Megan leaned back, her legs spreading slightly.  Karen moved back to the left nipple, giving it a soft kiss and a quick, teasing bite.  She kissed Megan again softly on the lips, then her neck, then whispered into her ear, "Let's go home now, okay?"

Megan nodded slowly...she was high on...lust.  "Okayyyy.", she quietly answered.

Inside the hood...

For Carol, time had become something more abstract than she had ever known it to be.  Bound lewdly to her own coffee table, stuffed in all of her holes and rendered blind, deaf and mute by Miss Karen's discipline hood, she had been in a number of different places physically and mentally over the past several hours. For quite some time she simply reacted to the pain of the whipping of her thighs, either by fearing more of it or wishing the burning that had been inflicted would stop.  Eventually it did, freeing her to dwell on what was going on...where Miss Karen was...and why she was simply being ignored.  The plug, dildo, and penis gag were serving their respective purposes, making her feel both degraded, stuffed, and well used while also titillating her without relief. She hadn't been fond of the method that was used to insert them, but now that she was accustomed to it...she wasn't so distressed.  Her knees hurt, as did her shoulders.  All she could hear was her own breathing and heartbeat.  It took a long time before she calmed down to normal rhythyms.  All the while, in the back of her mind, she still hoped Miss Karen would choose to use her.  Breathing her essence kept Carol constantly mindful of...Mistress.  She reviewed all of the circumstances of the day and the evening before and concluded that her darkest, most secret fantasies were coming through at a time and in a way that she could not have ever dreamed of.  Did she want out?  No.  Did she want more?  Yes. She tried rotating her hips to draw Miss Karen's attention.  Maybe she could entice her to...maybe...

After more than six hours Carol finally dozed off to dreams that intertwined with a new reality.

 

Chapter XII An Evening at Karen's

By the time Karen pulled into her garage it was 9:30 p.m. Since their little necking session on the side of the highway, Megan's attitude had changed.  She seemed excited, like a schoolgirl on her birthday.  Karen kept a hand on the girl's knee for most of the last twenty miles, occasionally allowing it to stray up along her inner thigh.

Megan noticed her sister's car was still in the driveway next door as they pulled in.  She was nervous that she would be seen with Karen.  She felt inordinately guilty for some reason.  She was an adult and could decide for herself what she wanted to do and when.  She didn't need to get permission from anybody for anything anymore.  If Karen wanted to let her hang out for a while at her house...well then...who cared?  Besides, Megan had been hoping to meet someone in Florida.  It had been the main reason for the trip.  She had known she couldn't get lucky staying with her sister.  She also knew she couldn't stay with her sister for more than a few days before they'd have an argument and she would have to leave.  Megan needed to find a way to start a life for herself, and had no clue as to how to go about doing it.  Her plan had been only to try to meet an older woman who would...take her...under...her...wing.  Duh.  She had spent much of the previous evening drinkng up what little money she had in the hope of meeting a nice girl, or woman.  The night had ended in frustration...but now...this...Karen...had taken an interest in her.  She hadn't ever, in her life, felt so horny.   It was exactly how she hope it would be...so far.  If she thought she was a lesbian before. Well, she knew it now.  She knew it from the second Karen's tongue had slipped  between her lips.  She hadn't ever been wetter.  Her nipples had never been so hard.  But, she was nervous.  It felt like being on your first date, she thought.  She wasn't sure how to act or what to do.  She only knew that she wanted whatever happened.

Karen shut the car off and climbed out, so Megan got out, too.  She followed the woman through the door into the house as the garage door closed on the fading light of a day that had taken a turn for the better.  The house was beautiful, like out of a magazine.  She looked around in wonder.  "Wow", she said, then felt embarrassed.  She might as well have admitted out loud that she was nothing more than a street urchin.

"Like it?", Karen asked, smiling.

Megan nodded, wide-eyed.

"Why don't you go on out to the pool.  I'll get us a couple of drinks.  Rum and coke?"

Megan was really thirsty.  She was underage back home.  It was cool that Karen would make her a drink.  "Sure.Okay.", Megan answered as she strolled lightly down the center hall toward the back.  The house was awesome.  She was going to love it here.  Every room was perfect.  She made her way to the back yard and found a pair of cushioned lounge chairs next to the pool.  She stretched, then sat down, kicking her shoes off.

Karen mixed the drinks in extra large glasses to ensure Megan got more than enough alcohol along with the crushed Rohypnol she had sprinkled in one of them. She took that one out to Megan, smiling pleasantly.  "I need to check my messages and freshen up a bit."  She leaned down, kissing Megan gently.  "Be okay til I get back?"

"Mmmmyesss.", Megan cooed. The drug would begin to have an effect in about thirty minutes, so Karen took her time unloading the Jag, using the bathroom, and sipping on her own rum and coke.  She would need to get over to secure the slut for the night.  Leaving her plugged and bound to the table for too long might loosen those holes more than they needed to be.  She needed to get accustomed to sleeping in the cage, too. Karen hadn't completely planned out what fun she would be having tomorrow, but there was plenty of time for that.  For now, she had two sisters under her control and neither knew about the other.  What kind of mischief could Karen get herself into?  She smiled, feeling her nipples tingle at the possibilities.

Megan was feeling just a little foggy by the time she finished the drink.  It was a nice kind of foggy...warm and loose.  She giggled a bit, still excited at the evening's possibilities.  She felt less nervous and knew the rum, or whatever, was loosening her up quite a bit.  It was nearly dark now, but the pool lights came on and soon after she turned to see Karen walking toward her, naked.

She was beautiful now that she was out of those...lame clothes.  Her breasts were full and firm.  They would make any woman jealous, Megan thought.  She was in great shape for her age, which Megan guessed to be around thirty five or so. There was a faint bikini line, but it didn't seem like she had been in the sun much this year.  Megan started to sit up, but found it more difficult than it should have been.  She was a bit alarmed at how fucked up she seemed to be.

"Feeling okay, sweetie?", Karen asked in a soft, sensuous voice.  She bent down to kiss Megan.  The girl reached up to touch her dangling breasts, and Karen forced her tongue deeply between the girls parting teeth as she moaned loudlly. The kiss went on for well over a minute, leaving them both breathless and wet.

It was obvious to Karen that Megan was being influenced by the so called "date rape" drug she had secretly slipped her.  Her inhibitions were practically gone and her eyes seemed to be gettng glassy.  "Let's get you out of those old rags, Megan.", Karen suggested.  The girll nodded, her head lolling slightly to one side.

Karen helped her sit up just enough to tug the tank top up over her head.  It felt good to Megan to get it off.  It was a warm evening made warmer by her desire.  Shucking her clothes was a relief.  She raised her hips to help Karen tug off her jean shorts and panties and finally her socks.  Karen was again gently sucking on her nipples, causing her to purr like a content housecat.  She put her feet down on either side of the lounge chair, spreading her legs wider to ensure Karen had no worries that she wasn't ready for this.  She was ready...soooo ready.  She closed her eyes as Karen began rubbing her inner thigh, then massaging her across her lower stomach and finally reaching her mound.  Megan inhaled sharply as the unmitigated pleasure of feeling her pussy lips being parted by another woman spread up and over her body.  She arched her back, raising her knees slightly...wanting more...more.  Her neck was being kissed now, a finger pressed firmly down, gliding up and back along her sex.  A hot tongue tickled her ear, raising goosbumps across her back and chest.  She moaned now, the finger beginning to reach her hard little clit and to linger over it with each trip up and down her hot pussy.  "Ohhhhhhh."

"Mmmmmmmm.", Karen answered, whispering into her ear.  "Feeling good, little one?"

"Ahhhhhhmmmmyessss.", Megan sighed.

Karen sat back slowly, gazing into the girl's bleary eyes.  She brought her left hand to her lips.   They glistened in the soft light of the pool.  She passed them under her nose as she delicately took in the young girl's sweet scent. Impressed, she touched a finger to her tongue.  "Ohhhhhhhh.  You are sweeeeet, girl."  She took her index finger between her lips and sucked the girl's thick nectar from it as Megan watched, entranced.

Karen hadn't tasted a sweeter, more luscious pussy.  It was amazing, she thought.   To find such a treasure by accident.  To think it likely would have ended up in a trailer park somewhere...

Megan was content letting things progress without much effort on her part...she was wasted but still very much aware of what was happening to her.  She was loving every second of it...and it made her feel so...special to see an experienced, older woman getting so much pleasure from tasting her.  Karen had moved between Megan's legs now, and was straddling the end of the lounge chair, facing her.  She grasped Megan from beneath either leg and tugged her entire body downward toward her.  Then, reaching further under and up over her stomach, she lifted Megan's lower body straight up until she felt her ass pressing against Karen's breasts.  She was nearly inverted, with her shoulders and head resting on the cushion.

Karen judged the girl to be no more than 100 pounds, which was going to be convenient.  She paused momentarily to allow herself a good, close look at the sweet young cunt.  It was small and well formed, with bright pink inner lips and a well concealed little clit.  The girl had kept herself trimmed nicely, probably for just this sort of an occasion.  Karen knew it was her first time...that was obvious.  She pushed her tongue fully out of her mouth and lowered her head toward the object of her lust and began lapping hungrily at it, like a thirsty hound after a hunt.  The girl's body quivered and stiffened at the new pleasures it was receiving.  The pussy released more of it's sweet stuff as Karen licked deeply along the cleft, twirling her tongue over the flesh around the little clit.  Each time she touched it, Megan's body jerked in reaction.  Karen moved her hands under the small of the girl's back and lifted a bit further, presenting her snack at a better angle.  She nipped at the soft inner thighs, teasing a bit before resuming her ceasless, well paced licking. When she felt the time to be just right, she plunged her tongue deeply into Megan's pulsating hole and swirled it around it's outside walls before quickly withdrawing and moving up to trap the little clit.  She sucked the flesh around it deeply into her mouth, nipping with her teeth until she caught the little bud between them.

Megan bucked wildy, calling out, "OhhhhhhhGodohgodohhhgod!!!" as she forced her body upward, pushing her cunt more firmly into Karen's face as she felt herself begin to shudder and quake as the orgasm built still higher until...until...she screamed, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhooooooohhhhhhgodfuckmeohhhhhhhhhshitohhhhh!"

Karen brought the girl down easily.  She couldn't afford to keep the neighborhood dogs barking.  Under different circumstances she might have delivered three or four such orgasms in the next few minutes.  But, she had gotten the pleasure she wanted out of causing the girl to cum, and had wanted that memory to serve as a benchmark for the girl over the next few days.  If she could be kept in a state of constant desire for more of that, things would go much easier.

By the time Megan had calmed to the point of anything resembling a normal breathing pattern, the drug had rendered her almost incoherent.  Karen had been speaking to her softly to gauge her progress into foggyland and now looked down at a naked, limp, and helpless young girl.  Karen licked her lips to savor the taste of the girl one more time before reluctantly getting up to make her preparations.

She would have to call the moving company tomorrow to bring over all of her...furniture and...equipment now that Megan had presented herself.  For now, though, she would need to get the girl converted for her long and deep journey into servitude.  Poor thing.

There was no need to hurry, so Karen went about her preparations at a leisurely pace.  There was also no reason to dress, so she remained naked.  Most of what she needed was in her portable kit, a locked steel toolbox that looked innocent enough but for it's size.  It contained three small drawers in the front and a nice large tray that fit inside the top, along with a substantial storage area inside.  She did need to run an extension cord from the outlet at the back of the house to beside where Megan lolled.  She snapped her fingers, remembering to get a plastic trash bag from the kitchen.  When all was ready, she lowered the back of the lounge chair so that Megan was laying flat rather than in a reclining position.

First she removed all of the earrings as well as the three rings the girl wore on her fingers.  She took a small baggie from the toolbox and placed them inside it for disposal later.  Removing a few cable ties, she secured Megan's wrists to the lounge chair on either side.  The girl was limp enough, but she wasn't totally out of it.  No need to give her a chance to get lively.  She plugged the electric clippers into the extension cord, then lifted Megan's head slightly so she could slip the garbage bag in behind it.  Taking the clippers, she quickly and efficiently shaved off all of the girl's black, glitter-infested hair, making sure it all fell neatly into the bag.  Once it was all cut down to a barely visible stubble, she used the clippers to remove Megan's nicely trimmed pubic hair.

Megan looked up through bleary eyes, fully understanding what was happening but feeling completely helpless to do anything about it.  She was disoriented, hot, and feeling a buzz unlike any other in her life.  The sound of the clippers and the knowledge that her hair was being shorn caused her to feel some sense of alarm, but she was experiencing so many other things that it was just a part of the swirl.  That...lady was...that nice lady who...

Karen enjoyed herself thoroughly.  It reminded her of the strange sense of power she had experienced as a girl, playing with Barbie dolls.  Did she know then that she would someday use real humans to occupy her time?  She thought that she probably did.  It wasn't long for her to make the transition from dolls to the neighborhood girls.  She had such fun back then, but nothing like this.

She spread a small quantity of shaving gel over Megan's sweet pussy and removed what the clippers had missed.  On a whim, she decided to shave off her eyebrows as well.  She could shape them as she wished as they grew back, and in the meantime their lack of presence on Megan's face would only serve to help the process of deconstructing the girl.

Snapping on a pair of surgical gloves, Karen decided to do the nose first. Pulling out her piercing kit, she chose a heavier guage needle than the local parlor would ever use.  She set it on the girl's flat stomach as she carefully dabbed Megan's septum with first hydrogen peroxide, then alcohol.  She clamped forceps just above and below the area she wanted to pierce to isolate it, then quickly forced the needle through.  She had chosen the location well, she noted, as there was little bleeding.  Megan had squeeked at about the volume of a real mouse, but lacked the strength or awareness to do anything more.  Piercing is so much less trouble when they aren't flailing all around, Karen thought.  She found one of the nine heavy gold rings she was going to permanently emplace in the young girl.  She released the forceps and pushed the gap in the ring over the small section of flesh separating the nostrils.  Then, as she pulled the needle slowly out to the left, she rotated the ring into the hole it left until the ring was fully installed and the gap was at the bottom.  Pulling out her ring clamps, which were little more than a smaller version of the same tool used to clamp rings in the snouts of hogs, she squeezed the ring together until it's matched ends snapped inextricably in place.  She rotated the seamed portion of the ring until it was not visible in Megan's nose.  The area was dabbed with hydrogen peroxide and left to dry as she enlarged the piercings in either earlobe and emplaced rings there.

Since the tongue was thicker, she used a circular piercing needle of the same guage as the straight one.  She pried open Megan's mouth and got hold of the tip of her cute little pink tongue with a pair of forceps.  It was a bit awkward for her to get the thing adequately clamped because it didn't seem long enough, at first, to allow her to get it far enough out.  She pierced the very tip of the tongue and installed a ring there, mounted vertically.  She left Megan's trendy tongue stud in place as it was out of the way and inconsequential.

Karen took great care in ensuring each nipple was done perfectly.  They would be noticed the most.  The rings looked larger than they actually were in the girl's small nipples.  Karen was quite happy with the look as the guage of the rings distended the nipples just a bit, making them more enticing, she thought.

She installed the seventh ring just above the girl's navel in a vertical position, then placed one on either side of her sweet little pussy, through the outer lips.  Karen more carefully explored the small, well hidden clit she had become such á fan of.  There wasn't enough of it to pierce, let alone get a firm grip on with the forceps.  If she was going to do anything there, it would have to be a piercing of the loose flesh above the clit with a nice, golden hook dangling down to tease and torment the thing.  That might be a consideration for later.  For now, Karen looked over her freshly pierced acquisition with satisfaction.  If not for the floral tattoos on the shoulders, the girl's skin was almost perfect.  There were no blemishes or birthmarks...nothing other than the smooth, taught skin of little Megan.

All that was left for Karen to do was to install the foot trainers on Megan's legs and feet, then to secure her for the night.  She got them out of her box and lifted each foot in turn, to place them in the devices.  They looked remotely like some sort of medical leg brace, but their purpose was to cause the foot to arch at an extreme angle.  This would eventually aid in the long-term wearing of extremely high heels and ballet boots.  Karen tightened each just above Megan's ankles.  They prevented the ankles from being turned to the side as the forward portion of the foot was pulled tightly downward as though the objective was to have the toes and heel rest on the same surface while the middle of the foot assumed a pleasing arch.  It could be quite painful, Karen knew.  But...in the state Megan was in, she was doing her a favor by giving her a head start when her tendons and muscles were as loose and uncaring as they were going to be for quite some time.

Karen repacked her toolbox and carried the bag of hair and Megan's old jewelry back into the house.  She returned with an old blanket and a pair of scissors. Cutting the cable ties loose from Megan's wrists, she lifted the girl down onto the blanket so that she could drag her across the lawn to the house.  She then was able to grasp her under her arms from behind and maneuver her into the house.  She laid her on her side in the hallway just outside her bedroom and hog-tied her, then blindfolded and gagged her with a pair of blue bandannas. As a reward to herself for all of that effort, she dipped her fingers into the still-wet honeypot of Megan's sweet pussy for a taste of her fine juices.  Karen giggled quietly, thinking of Pooh and his love of honey.

She needed to cum, and the slut was waiting to provide just that service.  Karen got one of her favorite toys, pulled on a bathrobe, retrieved the slut's house keys, and proceeded next door to have her fun before bed time.

After more than eight hours left bound and stuffed on her own coffee table, it came as a considerable surprise to Carol when her head was suddenly pulled up by her hair.  Miss Karen was back!  She had no idea how long she had been waiting, but a small, insecure part of her had been wondering if something bad might have happened.  She had replayed all of the events over the past evening and day, and had taken a different perspective in terms of understanding why she was so severely punished.  She had been breaking rules by the dozen without really being aware of it.  But, Miss Karen knew, and she had no obligation, or at least felt no obligation, to explain her reasoning.  Carol finally understood and accepted the need for the whipping she had sustained.  She had caused it through her failure to adequately follow her simple instructions.  She had been given the gift of time to ponder it all and to come to a proper understanding.

Carol could feel through the leather hood that Miss Karen seemed to be putting something more on her head.  It had been pulled down over the top and been adjusted.  It was causing downward pressure on the penis gag in her mouth and was tight around the back of her neck.  It was odd...there was something there, but what?  She realized she couldn't draw air through the penis gag any longer and would have to rely on her nose alone.  Suddenly she felt Miss Karen cruelly twisting and pinching her nipples.  She was grateful for the change from nothingness to at least some attention.  She felt them hardening in just the way she knew Miss Karen liked them...fully erect and longer than anything close to normal.  Carol moaned softly into the gag, the first sound she had heard other than her breathing and heartbeat in hours.  She tried stretching what little bit that she could in her tight bonds.  Her joints were sore and she wondered if they'd ever straighten again.  She hoped she'd be freed from the table, and soon.  She had needed to pee for what seemed like a very long time.

Karen had dropped her robe on an easy chair and climbed up on the table to straddle the slut's upper torso.  It was an erotic sight that she looked down upon as she casually dragged a finger over her sex.  She had felt like a good fucking all night for some reason.  The slut's head provided the perfect platform for her favorite strap-on - an eight inch affair in black rubber.  The wicked thing stood proudly over the slut's mouth, just waiting for a horny Mistress to use it.  Karen bent down to pull up on the slut's nicely erect nipples, then got a firm grip on them with either hand before lowering herself down onto her special friend.   The fellow always needed to be a bit patient with her, as she didn't own one of those nasty, stretched out whore pussies like the slut.  But, once inside of her fully, no dildo in the world was enjoyed more.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as she savored the first moment of full penetration.

Karen knew and appreciated the fact that she was cutting off the slut's air supply.  She was sitting on the poor thing's nose, after all.  It was okay, though, she would begin bucking soon enough.   Karen waited patiently, twisting those nipples around and around until the body beneath her started to react. She raised herself up a few inches to permit the slut a quick supply of air before sitting again, content to twist and pinch a while longer.  The body bucked more insistently this time, and she rose, then dropped.  It bucked, and she rose, and dropped.

Carol was in a state of utter panic.  She had no real idea what was happening, but had thought Miss Karen was above her.  It almost seemed as though...if she...arched her back...she could get a breath...before it...would be...cut off...again.  There was pressure on the whole of her face when she couldn't breath, and she quickly noted the familiar aroma if Miss Karen's pussy juice mixed with something more...pungent.  Carol told herself to stay calm, and began to understand there was a rhythym to it.  She would struggle, get to inhale, and then the weight.  Struggle, get to inhale, then the weight.  As she calmed, never quite getting enough breath to satisfy her, she was able to form a vision in her mind that the thing attached to her face was...probably...she was...being...oh, the torment her nipples were receiving was ruthless, but...breathing was...oh!

Karen fucked herself on the slut's face for well over twenty minutes, enjoying every second of it.  At the first stirrings of a long-deserved, high quality orgasm, she let go of the slut's reddened and abused nipples and began pinching her own with her left hand while she tapped the area over her clit with her flattened right hand.  The tempo of her fucking increased in response until her breasts were bouncing lewdly up and down on her chest, making a delicious slapping sound that harmonized well with the wet slaps she heard each time her hand struck her own pussy.  She felt a glowing ember deep within her become enflamed and grow, spreading out from her pussy and culminating in a long, deep, and shuddering crecendo that left her sweating and completely sated, at least for the moment.

Karen climbed off the table and looked down at the slut as the wet dildo swayed slightly from side to side.  That had been nice.  Just right, in fact.  Not the big one that took so much out of her and, well, might have been potentially damaging when her bloodlust took over.   But, it was neat, tidy, quick, and satisfying.  She padded off for a quick shower before preparing the slut to be put back in the cage for the evening.  By the time all was complete it was midnight and she was exhausted.  She returned to her own home to sleep and to be there when Megan awoke from her evening in foggyland.

Chapter XIII:  A Happy Morning

Karen awoke in the morning, serenaded by the soft mewling of the hog-tied and freshly pierced little trollop she had acquired the night before.  It was a beautiful sound, Karen thought, so she lay still for a while, appreciating the moment as the young girl struggled to work her way out of the drug induced fog she had been resting comfortably in.  Karen smiled.  The little thing had no idea...

Megan felt like she was surrounded by a huge bale of cotton.  Except for her throbbing head and some faint, disturbing memories, she might not have been ready to wake up.  Something was wrong...different.  She hurt all over, not just the headache.  The pain was dull and faint, like everything seemed to be.  Her shoulders hurt.  She tried to move, but couldn't for some reason.  She whimpered a little.  Her nipples hurt, and her nose, and...her throat was dry.  She didn't want to open her eyes, but something was wrong...there was something metallic in her mouth.  It was...in her tongue?  She tried to reach it, but her hands were...tied or something.  Her feet were cramped.  She heard a voice.

Karen crouched over the little thing, looking into her face.  "candi?  candi? Are you awake?"

Megan slowly focused her attention on the voice.  With some effort, she managed to open her eyes but couldn't see anything.  She realized she was blindfolded. Something was in her mouth...she was gagged, too!  Someone was untying the gag, pulling it off.  Megan croaked, then whimpered a bit more loudly.  "Where am I?", she asked.

"You're in Florida, candi.", Karen answered as though she cared about the thing.

"My name isn't...Candy.", Megan rasped.

"Sure it is.  I've chosen that for your name.  You're candi now, with a small "c" and an "I".  It's the perfect name for you."

Megan was challenged enough without this confusing mind game.  She was not at all happy with anything she felt or heard.  What she was hearing was just too bizarre.  "Wh...what is, like, going on?  Let me loose!"  She struggled weakly against her bonds, until the effort caused her head to throb and she thought better of it.

"What's going on?  You're waking up from a nice sleep on my floor, candi!"

Megan just couldn't comprehend.  "But...what, where am I?"

"Hellloooo!  You're in Florida, on my floor."

"Who are you?"

"Me?  Oh.  I'm your new owner.   You may call me Mistress, although you really won't have much occasion to speak at all before too long."  Karen looked the piercings over for any signs of inordinate swelling.  They all looked great.

Megan struggled again. "There's no need for wasted effort, candi.  You'll never be free again.", Karen said lightheartedly.

Megan went limp, then began to breath more heavily.  This couldn't be real.  It was just a dream.  She couldn't move her legs.  God, how her feet hurt!  "You fucking bitch!  Let me loose!"

Karen laughed at the stupidity of the insolence.  A few hours of sorting things out would do the tasty little cunt some good.  Karen stood and made her way to the master bathroom to get ready for what was sure to be a very busy day.

 

Carol awoke to someone...Miss Karen, rapping on her head.  The hood had been left on her for the night and she remained unable to see, hear, or speak.  The previous evening she had been so very grateful to have been used for Miss Karen's pleasure.  She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but she had been treated fairly gently after suffering through a period of...having her face, well, whatever.

Miss Karen had freed her from her bonds and removed the dildo and plug that had stuffed her for who knew how long.  She still felt empty.  Carol had been so grateful for the chance to rest on top of the table for a while, allowing her joints to recover.  She had then been led out onto the lawn and allowed to pee before being taken to the garage and guided into the cage.  Now, she was being guided out of it.  Her knees were especially stiff this morning.  Miss Karen helped her to her feet and took hold of her left wrist to guide her through the house to the back yard.  Somehow that simple thing, being led by the wrist, caused Carol's nipples to harden and her pussy to begin to glow.

She was placed on all fours in the lawn while Miss Karen untied the laces at the back of the hood and eventually peeled it off.  Carol's jaw had frozen in position around the penis gag, so it took some tugging to get it out.  The light was a shock to her eyes, but feeling fresh air over her face after such a long period of confinement in the hood was a genuine relief.  She felt as though she was starving, and she was parches as well.  Neither of those concerns would override her deep and abiding desire to serve and satisfy Miss Karen, however. Her new understanding had produced an eagerness to react to instructions rather than to dread them.

Karen looked down on the slut, and was very pleased when she rose into a kneeling variation of the "present" position.  The whipping and it's aftermath had apparently done the slut some good.  "Good morning, slut."

Carol was still trying to get her jaw to loosen up.  It was working, but felt like a million needles were pricking it as the muscles controlling it came back to life.  "GuuutmunnnunMisstess.", she answered, drooling.

"This morning you'll demonstrate for me how well you paid attention yesterday morning.  You'll gather everything you need from the house and will prepare yourself today as I prepared you yesterday.  Do you understand?"

"YeshMissstess.  Zisssslutunnnertans."

"Begin.", Karen answered as she strolled toward the house to get a pot of coffee brewing.  She spent the next hour sipping coffee, watching one of the morning news shows, and checking on the slut in the back yard.  She really seemed to be taking the tasks on with enthusiasm.  Well, maybe with energy.  When she finished, she presented herself to Karen just outside the sliding glass door. Karen opened it and told her to enter, then directed her to climb up on the dining room table.

Karen had the slut get on all fours in the middle of the table so that she could inspect her.  She walked around the table slowly, admiring how the slut's breasts presented themselves in this position.  They dangled nicely and swayed seductively with the slightest movement.  She lightly slapped her tits and admired how they reacted.  Karen had watched the slut dutifully cleanse herself inside and out, and could see from the slight distension of ther belly that she had taken the quart of ice water Karen required each morning.

Carol was fearful of another whipping at first, but calmed down when Miss Karen carefully positioned her so that she was resting on her elbows and lower back with her head thrown back and her knees spread widely.  She was to keep her feet in as close to her ass as possible, and to remain completely still while Miss Karen ate her breakfast.

Karen sat at the end of the table facing the slut's lewdly displayed pussy, eating a bowl of cereal and half of a grapefruit.  She had brought over the cordless phone, placing it beside her on the table.  What a lovely sight to eat breakfast to.  Much better than a sunset or ocean view.  She looked at her watch.  It was 8:15 a.m.  Pushing the phone up to within reach of the slut's hand, she said, "Call the school and tell them you're still sick."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered respectfully.  She needed to prop herself up on one elbow to call.  "May this slut please adjust her position, Miss Karen?", she asked.

That was a nice sign, Karen though.  "Yes, slut.", she answered as a rather cruel idea popped into her mind.

The school's number was programmed into the speed dialer.  Mary answered, in the administrative office.  As soon as Carol began to speak, Miss Karen reached forward and began lightly tapping the back of her cold spoon against Carol's..."cunt".

Mary glanced furtively back and forth across the administrative lobby as though she wasn't already aware that it was empty.  "What happened to you yesterday, girl?", she whispered confidentially.  She had told at least a half dozen people all that she had seen in the ladies restroom before the school day had ended. By noon today it would be general knowledge that one of the more attractive and well liked teachers in the school had been seen pissing all over herself, naked, with something in her ass.

Hearing Mary's voice brought back all the shame and embarassment of the day before.  Feeling Miss Karen tap her spoon against her clit was bringing back all of the horniness.  "Oh, I, ah..."  Tap.  Carol inhaled deeply.  "I was, ah..." Tap.  Mmm.  She tried not to look at Mistress but was too weak to avoid it. Those beautiful eyes were staring back at her.  It was a challenge.  A test. Could she follow her instructions despite whatever distractions were presented? Tap.  "I'm very sick, Mary.  But, I've got..."  Tap.  "I've got medicine now so..."  Tap.  Ooohhh that one touched her clit.  "...I should be better soon but..."  Tap.  "I'm not going to be..."  Tap.  "Ahhh! I can't work today."  Tap. She was wet now, and hot. "So...I'll let you know..."  Tap.  "Uhhh...tomorrow if I'll be in okay?"  Tap.

The line went dead.  That was strange.  Not at all like Carol, all talkative and friendly like she was.  What was going on with that girl?  Mary couldn't wait until Principal Parker arrived so that she could tell him.

Carefully placing the phone back in the exact position from which she had taken it on the table, Carol breathlessly asked, "May this slut...resume her previous...position...Miss Karen?" Karen was focused on the slut's cunt.  She continued tapping with the spoon, slightly increasing the force with which it struck.  The slut was quick to become wet, and her clit was substantial enough to peek at Karen almost as soon as she had invited it to play.  Keeping them stuffed and bound for a few hours always got their attention, but it was the whipping that Karen knew had really brought on the improved attentiveness.  The angry welts that had been so well placed the previous evening had faded almost to invisibility.  Karen thought they'd be gone by noon, but you never quite knew.

She wondered if or when the slut would give up the fact that she had a little sister in the area.  Karen had no intention of ruining what could be some wonderful fun by mentioning that the slut's little sister was a fine tasting lesbian slave.  She would be using the slut to buy time and create a cover for the sister's disappearing act.  It was a fun game, this off-time world she had created.  Stimulating both mentally and sexually, and it really did provide for better performance on the job.

The slut was squeeling just a little every time her little red bud was struck by the spoon.  Her breathing had become heavy while she was still on the phone. Karen felt herself growing warm as well, but the day was to be a long and interesting one, and there would be plenty of titillation in it for her.  The slut was doing an admirable job of remaining perfectly still as instructed.  She was even showing a bit of advanced thinking in not repeating her question as though Karen hadn't heard it.  A question asked by such as her need not be answered.  She was lucky she had the freedom to speak at all.  Little sister would find it a rare privilege.

Carol was exceptionally aroused by the now repeated slapping of the back of the spoon against her clit.  Each time it hit she thought she might cum, but the timing and the pressure were just not enough to bring her over the top.  Miss Karen was playing her body as though it were an instrument.  Carol knew she was both the beneficiary of the pleasure she was feeling but also the victim of what she could expect to be an unrewarding outcome.  She had taught herself while bound to the table that it needed to be about Miss Karen.  Totally.  Carol knew she had to put her own wants and desires completely away in order to fully satisfy her Mistress.  That was a nice concept when she was tied and stuffed, she thought.  It was a bit more difficult to rely on when you were splayed out on a table, having your cunt slapped with a spoon.

Just as spontaneously as Karen had started toying with the slut's cunt, she stopped.  Holding the spoon up toward the slut's face, she simply ordered, "Lick."

Carol started to close her mouth over the spoon, then remembered she needed to pay closer attention to the specific instructions.  "Lick" meant "Lick".  So, she quickly dragged her tongue over the length of the spoon as Miss Karen held it for her, until all of her juices were cleaned from it.  She was disappointed to see Miss Karen put the spoon in the sink and get a clean one out.  Did she disgust Miss Karen?

As Karen was returning to her seat, she decided to let the slut have some breakfast.  "I believe there is a nice cucumber in the fridge, slut.  Get it and return to your position."  The slut didn't hesitate and responded enthusiastically, as well she should.  It had been thirty six hours or more since anything had gone into her stomach other than water and sperm.

Carol was back up on the table in a flash, putting herself in exactly the same position Miss Karen had wanted her in before she called the school.  She waited calmly, wondering how she could have lost every trace of modesty she ever had in such a short period of time.  She looked up at the ceiling thinking how repelled she would have been just two days prior at the thought of being a nude centerpiece for a...well, another woman.

Karen finished the cereal and started eating the grapefruit.  "Get that cucumber in your cunt, slut.", she ordered after a few minutes.

Oh, God!  Carol knew this feeling...of being trapped.  She could never...she had done some really bad things for this woman, but...could she?  Her breath escaped her as though a great weight had settled on her chest.  At the same time, her nipples betrayed her by standing straight out as proudly as a palace guard. "Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied evenly, as though it was no big deal.  She would be fine.  It was a large cucumber though...not as long as, well.  It was very big around, but...

She moved the cucumber down between her legs, tentatively placing the smallest end of it up against her lips.  It was so cold.  This was so...wrong and...so bizarre.  She stole a glance at Miss Karen and realized she wasn't even watching.  The grapefruit meant more to her at the moment than what she was doing to Carol.  It would be okay.  It was always okay.  She didn't have a choice, so why not just...do it?

Carol applied a bit of pressure and found her pussy well stretched from the hours of being stuffed the night before.  Her lips parted easily to accommodate the thing.  Although it was quite large and did challenger her...cunt...(she was finding it easier to think of that part of her as Miss Karen wanted now)...she was able to inch it ever deeper until all but a little nub was inside her.  The thing was soooo cold, but it was warming up.  She was, too.  It felt wickedly delicious to be so filled again.  Miss Karen always knew best.

Karen spent a few minutes finishing the grapefruit before pushing her chair back and standing.  She carried the bowls and spoon over to the sink.  "Lay flat on your back with your arms resting at your sides and your legs together.  If that thing comes out  before I want it to you'll have nothing to eat today."  She left and went into the garage.  All was proceeding as might be expected.  Slut thought she had it all figured out and that if only she were accomodating enough she would have it easier.  That was proper and expected at this stage, but far from the reality.  A slave's life should never be free of challenges, at least those that had some purpose other than simple labor.

Carol had replied as was expected before following the instruction.  She was clamping down  with all the strength she could muster in keeping the cucumber inside her.  She was in no way resting as every muscle in her body was rigid as she concentrated on the task.  She was so hungry, and so horny.  She just wanted to please Miss Karen and to not be...whipped again. As Karen sipped coffee and kicked around the slut's pile of clothes, she tallied up the list of things that needed to be done that day.  Slut hadn't finished cutting the grass yesterday.  That would need to be corrected.  All of the supplies from her morning preparations needed to be put up.  The garage was a mess and needed organized.  Karen needed to have the moving company deliver her "stuff" - the balance of a lifetime collection of bondage furniture and accoutrements.  The slut's house needed cleaning.  She smiled to herself.  There needed to be time for shopping or a trip to the beach as well.  What good was it to be free from work for the summer without shopping or going to the beach?

As for slut herself, Karen wanted to get her exercising today...perhaps a nice long run?  She also wanted her hair dyed and cut today.  She'd look much better as a glimmering blonde.  It would go well with her average brain.

With her foot, Karen kicked aside a gray atheletic bra and matching bike shorts. Moisture was highly visible on gray cotton.  The slut's nipples would show nicely through the bra top.

She spent a while kicking through the slut's shoes before returning to the dining room.

"Get up now and go to the back deck.  Take that thing out and enjoy it as your breakfast.  You'll place it on the deck and kneel with your hands behind your back and eat it using only your mouth.  Do you understand?"

Carol's first thought on hearing the instruction was not one of blissful servitude to her Mistress.  She had been well tormented already this morning. After having her pussy, or cunt, tapped incessantly with a spoon until she was on the verge of ecstasy she had been made to force a cucumber into herself and hold it there.  While certainly preferable to the public humiliations she had suffered, this was not going to be a day full of pleasantries.  "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered while rising dutifully from atop the table.

Karen followed as the slut waddled quickly toward the back of the house.  She pressed a hand against her pussy to keep the thing from popping out.  Karen was satisfied to see she was getting through again.  Slut's face was crimson when she got into position on the back deck and gave birth to the slick, now warm cucumber.  The expression of distates on her face as she placed the thing on the deck and knelt over it was a delight, although it would be unacceptable in, oh, two or three weeks.  Regardless, the slut was getting her nourishment for the day.  There were pounds to be lost.

The last few bites of cucumber were encrusted with dirt that had stuck to it while she tried to eat it without the use of her hands.  She had tasted herself before, but somehow the idea of eating a cucumber that had been inside her was respulsitve.  Fear of a whipping as well as a yearning hunger overcame her resistance, though.  She felt better when it was over.  At least she had eaten something.

Miss Karen ordered her to clean up all of the supplies in the back yard, then to find her in the house for additional duties.  Karen scurried naked around the back yard, trying to minimize the number of trips she had to make through the house to return items to the garage.  It was going to be another exceptionally hot day. There was no breeze and it was very humid.  By the time she had finished the current task, she had to pee.  She searched out and found Miss Karen reading a magazine in the living room.   She assumed her proper position to wait for further instructions.

"What's your cup size, slut?", Karen asked while turning a page.

"Uh.  This slut is a C cup, Miss Karen.", Carol answered.

"Thirty-six?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

Carol stole a few glances at Miss Karen to measure her mood.  She seemed happy, but was almost impossible to read.  She looked great in her jeans and the cotton sleeveless t-shirt she wore.  She was carefully skimming through the magazine. It looked like Woman's Day.

"Have you ever had those tits whipped, slut?"

It was almost as though she were asking if Carol preferred cherry pie or apple. The fear factor rose instantly in Carol.  "Um...No, Miss Karen."

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?"

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol thought for a moment, then added, "Thank you, ma'am." It brought a slight smile to Miss Karen's lips.  Carol like to see her smile.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman, slut?"

Carol's fear began to ease...there was hope this could lead to...something. "Um,  No, Miss Karen."

"Have you ever kissed a woman?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

Carol watched her Mistress turn a page, intently searching the new pages for anything of interest.  She seemed genuinely bored.  But, how could she be? Carol's nipples were hard and her...cunt...was beginning to overflow to her upper thighs.

"When?"

"In college, Miss Karen.", Carol answered.

"When?"

Carol was angry with herself for not thinking as she should.  "In, nineteen ninety eight, Miss Karen."

Karen began reading a cooking article about regional cuisine in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  It was interesting, so she completed it. Time seemed to stand completely still for Carol.  Her cunt was continually reminding her that it was neglected by oozing more and more wetness out over her thighs.  Oh, how she wished she could just...

"Who did you kiss?", Karen asked after five minutes of reading.

"A girl at a party, Miss Karen."

"Who did you kiss?"

Carol was feeling very stupid for continuing to fail to answer the questions accurately.  She desperately hoped she would not be punished.  She was trying, after all!

"I...sorry.  This slut never knew her name, Miss Karen."

"A stranger at a party then?", Karen asked without looking up.

"Yes, Miss Karen."

"Tell me about it, quickly.", Karen turned a page.  She wasn't at all happy that time was passing and nothing was getting done, but for the moment she was enjoying this line of questioning, mainly because it would expose what the slut was willing to reveal about something very personal.  A simple measure, well worth the time.

"Um, this slut was at a house party.  I had to pee so I went.  Um, I had to pee so this slut.  Sorry!", Carol was becoming flustered at the frequency of her mistakes.  "This slut had to pee so this slut went into the bathroom.  There was a girl there, snorting coke.  She pushed me...she pushed this slut against the wall and kissed...this slut.  Miss Karen."

"Did it make your cunt wet?"

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied honestly.

Karen closed the magazine and tossed it onto an end table.  "Very nice.", she said.  "Go to your special room and dye your hair now.  Come see me when you have it applied and are waiting for it to take."

Carol remembered the pared down guest bathroom without anything left in it but the platinum blonde dye she had been made to purchase.  "Yes, Miss Karen.", she answered as she moved quickly toward the room.  Blonde hair?  It wasn't a big surprise...it had been purchased for a reason, Carol knew.  She just hadn't prepared herself for...the thought of being a blonde.

Early morning hours were slow to pass, Karen thought.  Soon enough she'd be sleeping in, and all of this work would be paying it's dividends.  She stood and stretched, then wandered through the house surveying what she would keep and what would be discarded.  The slut or her husband had average tastes.  There was little in the home of real value.  Some run of the mill figurine collections and the like.  They always moved quickly in yard sales.

The slut found her quickly enough, getting into position at a respectable distance.  The plastic cap on her head in conjunction with the distressed look on her face were humorous.  It was a distressing thing for a woman to have her hair taken away from her.  The slut was fortunate that she was only undergoing a hair coloring rather than a shearing like her little sister.

The hair color change would support an assumption of some sort of personality issue or other significant personal change in the slut's life that would be helpful later if Karen did choose to take her permanently.  Everything leaned that way, but the addition of the sister definitely increased the risk.  Having multiple contingencies was always a key, so continuing to support an eventual conscious decision for a major life change in the slut's future could be quite useful.

"While the color sets, you need to finish cutting the grass, slut.  I hope you don't take too long and ruin your hair.  Go put on the bike shorts and top I set aside in the garage, and do it."

"Yes, Miss Karen."  Carol moved quickly.  She knew about how much grass was left to be cut, and that wasn't a problem.  The issue was whether the mower would start easily.

Carol found the clothing items in the garage and pulled them on quickly.  The little gray shorts and bra top were a real improvement over the practically transparent bikini she had to wear the day before.  She started to pull on a pair of shoes then thought better of it.  They hadn't been specifically mentioned.

The mower started with little difficulty, but Carol became very self conscious when she noticed some of the neighbors looking out at her through parted drapes. It was too early to be cutting grass in that neighborhood, but what had aroused their curiosity was that she was home when she should have been working, and was wearing such skimpy clothes to cut the grass.  Carol was known as a conservative, friendly, good neighbor.  She knew they were likely wondering about the plastic bag on her head, too.  It was better to be cutting the grass in the middle of the day when nobody was home than now.  She hoped nobody would decide to come over for a chat.  That wouldn't be good.

She also thought about Megan and worried that she would have to tell Miss Karen about her.   She had no idea when she would be back from Orlando, but worried what would happen if she came back at the wrong time.  There was no right time, Carol thought.  This was nonstop...not like she got evenings off from this...whatever.  She looked down at ther thighs to see if the welts were still visible.  That had hurt worse than anything in her life, that...whipping.  She remembered Miss Karen's earlier question about if her tits had ever been whipped.  Would Miss Karen expect her to tell about Megan?  Yes.  So, she would have to tell her.  How and when became foremost in Carol's mind as she finished the last strip of lawn and put the mower away in the garage.

When Carol presented herself to Miss Karen she was ordered to go complete the hair color change and to return to her.  She quickly completed washing out the remaining residue but could not comb her hair out as no comb or brush was left in the small bathroom by Miss Karen.  So, she ran her fingers through it even as it kinked up into a knotted mess.  It was blonde, very blonde.  It had an effect on Carol that she couldn't have expected.  Looking in the mirror to see a stranger looking back had an effect on her body.  Like so many other circumstances that were arousing her sexual cravings with so much frequency, this was to be no exception.  She felt her pussy beginning to throb and could watch as her nipples pressed outward against the thin fabric of the worn bra top.  Better get out of here before I'm tempted, Carol thought.  She returned to the presence of Miss Karen and assumed her proper position.

Karen was very pleased with the hair color.  It was bimbo blonde - a shade that no one would ever believe was natural.  Perfect for the slut.  It would compliment her implants, when they could be done.  Karen noticed the slut was beginning to darken up the shorts where her cunt was beginning to leak.  She did have a slut's appetite for sex and Karen knew all too well how to help expose it until it was laid bare for all to see.

"Time for your morning run, slut.  Go put on a pair of running shoes.  No socks.", Karen went on to explain the route the slut was to take, which was a very public one of about four miles.  She then told her that when she completed the run, to assume her position on Karen's front porch, facing the door.

What alarmed Carol was the time limit Miss Karen placed on her.  If she was a runner as she claimed to be, Miss Karen said, she would have no problem being in that same spot thirty-three minutes from now.  Miss Karen had looked at her watch and simply said, "Go."

Carol had wanted to say something about how she always doubled up her bra tops because her breasts were too large for just one.  Two would keep them in place so that she could enjoy the run without putting on some sort of obscene display. But, she hadn't been given an opportunity to speak and was never sure if or when she would be.  To avoid another whipping...especially a tit whipping...she hurried to the garage and put her shoes on.  Four miles?  In this heat?  With this old bra top?  Carol knew she had to do it.  She stretched quickly and made her way to the bottom of the driveway before starting off at a steady but quicker than normal pace.  Right away she knew she was going to have problems because her breasts, or "tits", as she was to refer to them,  began to bounce wildly with each stride.  She tried running with her upper arms pressed in toward her body to control them, but that didn't work.  She placed her hands over them to press them down as she ran, but could only manage it at the cost of her speed and when it didn't seem like anyone would see her.  Her nipples had extended to their full length from friction against the top, and even as she ran she felt her cunt growing ever hotter.  It was a new feeling to be running with a shaved cunt and no panties...not at all a bad one if she were on a treadmill at home.  This was going to be horrible, she thought as a smile formed on her lips and she picked up the pace a bit.

 

Karen returned home to prepare for a little fun.  As soon as she entered she heard the little lesbian teenager moaning in the hallway outside her bedroom. She had probably come completely out of her drugged stupor and was simply whimpering over the fresh holes in her body.  They were all so weak.

The thing had managed to move a few feet toward the back of the house.  Not an easy task when hogtied as strictly as Karen had bound this one.  She was a lively one.  Quite alert, as well.  Her bald little head snapped quickly up when Karen spoke.

"Fuck you!", Megan snapped.

"Now, now, candi.  No need to..."

"Fuck you!  Let me go!", Megan screamed.  She was terrified.

Karen stepped into her bedroom to retrieve her smaller dog whip and to get the toolbox.  She placed the box beside candi, ensuring that it would be in full view, then removed the girl's blindfold.

Megan squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.  She looked up to see...the lady looked familiar...but her memory was so disjointed.  She remembered being kissed alongside the highway.  She was pretty.  She drove a black jag.  She was holding something, slapping it against her leg.  It was...a whip?

Karen waited until her little trollop's eyes bulged in recognition of her little friend the dogwhip.  "It makes me wet to think of whipping those little titties of yours, candi.", Karen said casually.  No response.  "Are you going to make things as difficult as possible or are we going to get along?"

"What did you do to me?", Megan asked before breaking down into heaving sobs.

"Umm.  Duh!?", Karen said mockingly.  "I captured you.  I ate you.  I shaved you.  I pierced you.  And...Oh, yes, I hogtied you. I think that about covers it."

"But, why?  Why why why?", Megan cried.  "Oh!  God!  My feet hurt soooo much!"

For all the butch bravado of the afternoon before, this one wasn't showing much now, Karen thought.  She bent down and quickly rolled candi over onto her face, causing the girl to scream as the fresh piercings came into contact with the carpet.  Karen quickly untied the bindings that had secured her ankles to her feet, leaving her wrists bound behind her back and her ankles tied together but allowing her access to that little, squirming  ass.  She raised the dogwhip high over her head and struck with furious intent over both cheeks and the back of the legs twenty times.  More than enough to provide for an improved atmosphere of cooperation.

She rolled candi over and pulled out a small brass padlock and a pair of forceps.  As candi cried, she took advantage of the open mouth and closed eyes to reach in with the forceps and pull that little tongue out and up.  Slipping the open padlock through the rings in the tip of the girl's tongue and through her nose was a bit difficult since the tongue was so short, but with some extra effort she managed to secure it.  This was her preferred method of gagging.  It didn't stop noisemaking, but talking was a bit difficult for them when their tongues were locked to their noses.  Especially when the piercings were fresh. The girl squeeled like a little pig, but that was to be expected.

Karen dragged candi the short distance down the hall and into her guest bedroom. The queen bed there hadn't been made up, but Karen lifted the girl onto the bare mattress and tied her spread eagled, face up.  The whimpering had lessened a bit and the girl's eyes were communicating fear rather than hatred now.   Karen showed her the whip again.  "What would twenty feel like across the front, candi?"

Megan shook her head vigorously.  Anything but that.  Anything.  She pled with her eyes, hoping for mercy.

"How about we make a deal?  How about you lay here and rest quietly for a while. If you're good, you'll get your cunt licked.  If you whimper, squeel, or otherwise act up I'll give you a real thrashing and you'll spend the rest of the day with a broomstick up your ass?"

Megan shook her head, saying "no" with her eyes.  No thrashing.  No broomstick. She would be good.  She looked up at the ceiling, willing herself to calm down and be quiet. The lady put the whip on her stomach and walked out of the room.  Megan sighed, feeling as though she had dodged a major bullet.  Now she hurt everywhere...nose, tongue nipples, navel, pussy, her ass and the back of her legs, and her feet.  How did this happen?  She asked herself a dozen questions to which there was no answer.  All she could do was wait, quietly.

 

Karen took advantage of the spare time to give the moving company a haul.  Candi would look great on her wooden pony, or maybe suspended upside down on her pivoting frame.

Carol rounded the corner for the last half mile to Miss Karen's house.  She had no idea if she was going to make it in time or not, so ran as fast as her body would carry her over the final distance.  It had been terrible.  She had first noticed a dark spot of dampness spreading over her cunt and down her thighs after only five minutes of running.  That, along with the fact that she had to hold her tits down while she ran, attracted so much attention that men were honking at her and traffic had even slowed at a couple of locations. The last mile of the run was very uncomforatble after she realized that she had to pee. When she finally stopped at the end of Miss Karen's driveway she thought her legs might give out.   She walked up to the small entry area and assumed her position facing the door as instructed.  It was a struggle to catch her breath, but the anxiety of standing with her legs spread and hands behind her neck in full view of the neighbors was truly distressing.

Karen hadn't bothered to measure the slut's time.  The slut didn't know if she had made it, and that was all Karen needed or wanted.  She let the slut stand on the porch for a good five minutes before opening the door a crack.

"Three choices.", Karen began.

Oh, God, Carol thought.  She didn't like Miss Karen's choice game.

"One hundred jumping jacks facing the street at the end of your driveway."

Carol knew that would completely expose her breasts as they flopped out of the old, thin bra top she was wearing.  The neighbors would probably call a psych ward somewhere and have her taken away.  She couldn't do that.

"A nice tit whipping."

No.  Absolutely not, Carol thought.  No way.

"Or, you spend the morning learning how to properly lick a cunt."

Karen could see the slut's eyes light up.  Maybe she wasn't such a cock whore afterall.

"Am I to guess you would choose the last option?", Karen asked.

"Yes Mistress. Please!"  Carol answered enthusiastically.

"Do you understand that if you fail to please me in any way, I will whip your tits as punishment?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."  Carol's enthusiasm was now tempered with genuine fear and determination to satisfy her...her...owner.

Karen opened the door to allow the slut to enter, but had her stop and strip in the entry.  She kicked the slut's nasty shorts, top, and shoes out onto the small porch before pushing the door closed.  There was no sense in having them stink up the house.

Carol wondered if the feelings that washed over her when she was near Miss Karen would ever become familiar.  Her nipples always hardened and her cunt inevitably flowed freely each time she was under close supervision.  Now, naked and exposed in the position she was expected to assume in such circumstances, she had the added enticement of the thought of satisfying Miss Karen sexually for the first time.

Karen handcuffed the slut and tied short lengths of rope around her ankles before blindfolding her and guiding her into the bedroom where candi lay.

Megan had heard some talking but couldn't makeit out from her location.  She was fearful of everything, but most of all of being whipped again.  When she looked down over her body at the doorway and saw the lady leading someone...who? Carol!  Even with the blindfold on and her hair dyed blonde Megan could easily identify her sister by those nipples.  Oh my God!, Megan thought.  She shook her head quickly from side to side, silently pleading with the wicked lady.  She got a disaffected smile and a wave of the hand in reply.  She  glanced down at the dog whip she had placed on Megan's stomach and quickly back into Megan's eyes, communicating a threat that meant business.

Karen positioned the slut at the end of the bed and kicked her her legs out as widely as she could before securing her ankles at each corner.  Next she took hold of her hair and slowly guided her forward and down until her torso rested on the bottom portion of the bed, between candi's widely splayed legs.  Karen held the slut's head up by the hair so that she would not come into contact with the sweet cunt until it was time to allow her.

"You have not shown yourself to be worthy of satisfying me yet, slut.  But, I have arranged for you to learn how to eat cunt by supplying you with one of the sweetest I have ever tasted to practice on.  I will supervise you very closely. You'll be licking candi's cunt.  Say hello, candi."  Karen glared at the little bitch.

"Uhhhnnn. Uhhhnnn."

"Candi happens to be speechless at the moment slut.  Say hello to candi."

"Hello...candi.", Carol said in compliance, her voice quavering.  This was not what she expected, but she told herself, yet again, that it wasn't about her. She knew she should not have expectations.  She smelled candi's cunt and felt her own begin to throb in anticipation.

"Your objective is to torment this poor slave for the next two hours without allowing an orgasm.  My little whip is on her stomach.  If she cums or if you cum, or I hear a word exchanged between the two of you, you'll be whipped severely. If you perform this task well, you'll be rewarded.  Do you understand?"  Karen shook her by the hair for effect.

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered breathlessly.

"Good, now extend your tongue it's full length..."

CHAPTER XIV: Last Day of School Part I.

Karen sipped her coffee, watching one of the network morning shows while slut labored away in the back yard, preparing herself as she had been taught.  Over the last couple of days Karen had compressed the allotted time to squeeze as much efficiency out of the slut as she could.  This morning she had allowed only thirty minutes, which she knew, would be a challenge.

It was slut's last day as a teacher, at least in this lifetime, Karen thought. The last two days had been fairly uneventful.  Karen wanted to be careful not to put so much stress on the slut that she would break under the pressure.  A repeat of the humiliation she had suffered in the teacher's restroom wasn't necessary.  So, she had sent the young teacher off in revealing clothes and simple instructions not to sit or eat all day.  She had decided not to keep the "chokercam" installed for the simple reason that multiple days of wearing it would surely attract unwanted attention.  Instead, Karen had installed a listening device on the small purse she let the slut carry.  It transmitted to the relay she had installed in the slut's car, which sent the signal in turn to the receiver Karen had worn in her ear during the day.  So, she could keep tabs on developments while still enjoying the freedom to pursue other interests.  The slut had carried only her cellphone in the little purse as well as her keys. She was not given any ID or money for the day.

She had sent the slut off on Wednesday in a slinky cocktail dress and a pair of black pumps with no hose, panties, or bra.  Thursday she was dressed in a red spandex miniskirt and a tight white polyester sleeveless top.  Karen had been quite amused when the slut was called to the principal's office and questioned about her attire.  She had done well enough, especially given her guidelines to be agreeable to everything anyone might suggest and to avoid any conflicts. Karen realized the principal had no desire whatsoever to see the slut in more professional attire.  He was entirely content to leave things as they were, mainly because he was enjoying looking at the slut.  He had to go through the motions of calling her in to maintain his credibility with the rest of the staff, and had solved the problem by putting the slut on formal notice.  With that as motivation, Karen had gone shopping with the slut's credit card and had purchased her outfit for today.

Karen glanced out through the sliding doors and could see the slut had taken her peeing position.  The rule was she could not release until granted permission. Karen got up and strolled quickly over to the glass so the slut could see her from out in the yard.  She waved, signaling that it was okay to empty herself on the assigned spot.  Without waiting for a result, Karen returned to the couch and her coffee.

This was the last real day that the slut would be participating in her old life. Well, there would be some touches with it in the coming weeks, but this was it as far as employment.  Karen was looking forward to being able to concentrate more intently on the slut's training so that she could begin to derive the benefits of being on vacation and having, well, two women to keep her entertained.

Karen had been enjoying the slut's sister Megan, whom she had renamed candi. The little thing had provided hours of entertainment over the past couple of days.  Today would be no exception.  It was nice to have one all to yourself. She still needed to get rid of the car down south, but would probably do that after her "slavesitter" arrived.  Karen smiled at the thought.  She had been looking forward to seeing her friend Tawny for months.  Finally being able to call and invite her for a visit was a relief.  Karen would give her the use of the slut's house while she made a delivery and arranged for candi's car to disappear permanently.  Tawny had acquired another slave, bringing her total to three, and she planned to bring all of them.  Karen remembered henry and amy well even though it had been two years since she had last seen them.  She looked forward to matching up slut with henry, whose erect penis was legendary.

Eventually the slut appeared outside the sliding door, looking clean and smooth, with those lusciously long nipples standing straight out from her full, heaving breasts.  Karen motioned for her to enter.  She did quickly, then moved to the "present" position next to Karen.  Karen idly passed the back of her hand over the slut's mound and her inner thighs, halfheartedly checking to make sure there was no sign of hair.  She reached between her legs to ensure the larger anal plug was in place.  The slut inhaled deeply as she was touched, a good sign that Karen had succeeded at keeping her in a high state of desire.

"I have some surprises for you today, slut.  Go get the bags that are laying on the guest bed."

"Yes, Miss Karen," slut answered before moving off toward the guest bedroom.

Karen noted that the slut was at least trying to control her movements better. She had spent a bit of time going over the need to appear graceful and to be enticing in how she moved.  There was less of the unpleasant jiggling now, but more work needed to be done.

When she returned, Karen had her dump the contents out onto the coffee table, then told her to kneel in front of her.  Karen reached forward and inserted her thumb in the slut's mouth.  It was accepted eagerly and was being licked and sucked as Karen began her overview of what was to happen today.

"I've bought you a nice, slutty schoolgirl outfit.  You will attract a lot of attention today.  As usual, you will be agreeable to everything that is suggested to you, and you won't get into conflict with anyone.  You will not eat and you will not sit.  Your assignment for today is to get the phone numbers of the five cutest boys in the senior class by asking them directly.  I'm providing you a set of ben-wa balls.  They will torment your pussy for me all day so that you arrive home this afternoon in an agreeable mood.  Of course, you know you may not touch yourself in any way without permission and you certainly may not have an orgasm under any circumstances."  Karen's own juices were beginning to flow a bit from the pleasant treatment her thumb was getting.  "Do you understand?"

"Ummph, Mfff Kgggnn.", slut answered.

"Good." Karen slipped her tongue out of the slut's mouth and motioned toward the table.  "The small box there, open it."

She then proceeded to supervise the slut as she inserted the ben-wa balls into her wet pussy and got dressed in her new outfit.  Karen had purchased it at one of the downtown stores that catered to hookers and cheating housewives and were known for the outrageous outfits they featured. She could tell by the blush on the slut's face that it was having the desired affect.  She looked deliciously whorish.  Karen told her to walk around the room to get her accustomed to the weight and vibration of the metal balls sliding around in her cunt.

 

Carol was nearly beside herself with desire.  She had been relentlessly tormented in one way or another for days.  The shame she had felt through the previous two days of work were nothing compared to what today would surely bring. Thankfully it was the last of the school year.  She had no idea how she could go to work in such a slutty outfit.  The tops of the white stockings weren't quite covered by the pleated navy blue miniskirt.  The white oxford shirt was too small to begin with, but Miss Karen had cut off all the buttons and made her tie it up in a knot in front just under her breasts.  The five inch pumps completed the look, with the exception of Miss Karen's remaining instructions for makeup, her hair, and jewelry.

As she strolled around the room with Miss Karen watching, she realized the torture she was going to experience all day with the little golden balls inside her.  They felt so...heavy and unnatural as they moved around inside her with even the smallest motion on her part.  When they came in contact with each other she felt a slight vibration, which would have been a wonderful sensation if she weren't aware of the fact that it was going to happen in front of classrooms full of students, all day long.  Even worse was the fact that Miss Karen had made her insert the largest of the three anal plugs as part of her morning's preparation.  She had gotten accustomed to being filled there, but this one was so much larger around the base that she wondered how she'd ever get her mind off it.  As usual, she was wearing no bra or panties.  She could see the distinct outline of her nipples in the fabric of the shirt when she stole a quick glance down, and was sure her...cunt...was already dampening the stockings.  Before being ordered to do something else, she placed her right hand over her mouth as she strolled back and forth, back and forth, in front of Miss Karen.  It was the way that she had been taught to request permission to speak.

"You'll need to swing those hips just a bit more, slut," Karen told her.  "And arch your back.  That's it.  Much better."

Carol was so afraid of what would happen when she told Miss Karen about Megan. She had been putting it off for days, and was both surprised and worried that Megan hadn't returned or called.  She had to tell Miss Karen to avoid a, well, a situation.  She half thought that if Miss Karen became enraged and punished her, at least she might not have to go to school that morning.  She was morbidly afraid of being whipped again, but would prefer that to going to work, if, that is, she had any choice.

Karen held up her cup.  "Go fill my cup up, slut.  Then I'll hear you."

Carol smiled. "Yes, Miss Karen," she replied.  Her request was being granted! She hadn't had many opportunities to request much over the past few days, but had learned that she was more likely to be ignored or to have her request denied as she was to have it granted.  She hurried off to the kitchen in the short, feminine steps that Miss Karen had been training her to take.

When she returned she handed Miss Karen the coffee using both hands, as she had been taught, and assumed her waiting position.

Miss Karen took a long sip.

"You have ten seconds.  Speak."  Karen looked at her watch to time the slut.

Carol drew a breath.  Her voice quavered as she began.  "Yes, Miss Karen.  This slut has a sister.  A...little sister who was visiting...this slut when Miss Karen, ah, when Miss Karen invited this slut over...to her house and my, er, this slut's sister went away for a few days but might be returning soon and...

Karen held her hand up, indicating that the allotted time had expired.  She had thought the slut would never mention little sister because she didn't have the nerve.  Clearly the thought of the humiliation she was about to suffer at school was a motivating factor to breaking the news of the existence of a little sister.  Little did slut know that she had spent hours learning how to eat pussy on her little sister.  But, Karen couldn't give her any indication of any knowledge of Megan.  Not while she could use the situation for her own purposes.

"When do you expect this...little sister back?" Karen asked as though she were deeply perturbed.

"Um.  Anytime, Miss Karen." Carol answered hopefully.

"I see.  So, you held this information back from me knowing that anytime your little sister could show up?"

"Um...I, oh, this slut didn't, ah."  Carol was stammering.  As much as she had tried to come up with an excuse for not saying anything, she had been unsuccessful.

"Uh huh."  Karen muttered.  "I will have to consider how you should make this up to me.  This is a complication.  A MAJOR complication!" , she yelled.  By the look of fear in the slut's eyes she had pulled off another command performance, but that was par for the course, Karen thought.

"Slutty schoolgirls should wear ponytails and violet eye shadow.  Go do it."

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered nervously.  She moved quickly to the small guest bathroom which Miss Karen required her to use to apply her makeup.  In only a few minutes she was made up as she had been shown and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail.  She returned to Miss Karen for further instructions and was sent off to school with a dismissive flick of the hand and a contemptuous look.  It did not bode well for the afternoon, but Carol's immediate concern was how she was going to get through the school day.  At least Miss Karen had overlooked making her wear the gaudy jewelry that she had been adorned with the past two days.

Carol picked up the small clutch containing the cellphone and a single car key and exited the house locking herself out of her own home as she closed the door. The little balls that were rolling around inside her while she walked were making her knees weak.  She had no clue how she was going to get through the next hour, let alone the rest of the day.  It seemed that every succeeding day under Miss Karen's control was more difficult.  At the same time, every day drew her deeper and deeper into her submission to the woman that she was already obeying without question.  She never felt more alive, more horny, or more willing to go to extreme measures to make someone else happy.  When she got into the car the pressure of the large anal plug pushing more deeply into her along with the feeling of the vinyl seats against her naked ass, pussy, and legs drove her to distraction.  If only she could...no, it's best not to think of the "if only's", she reminded herself.  Concentrate on what is.  It's time to drive to work.  Just do that for now.  With her mind temporarily cleared, she pulled the single key out of the clutch and started the car for the drive to work.

 

Karen complimented herself for her handling of the slut's announcement that she had a little sister who might be in the area.  Little did the slut know she had been learning how to eat pussy on her little sister for the last three days. Oh!  The joyous nuances of being a superior human being, Karen thought.  Slut also was not aware that Karen had elicited a number of deeply intimate confessions from little candi; the result of a nice cocktail of inhibition-melting drugs and a few hours of stroking, pinching, and twisting the little thing's flesh as encouragement.  Megan had been adopted as a small baby, so hadn't suffered any of the adjustments that older children need to make to conform to a new family's culture.  But, she had grown up knowing she was adopted and being made to feel that she was a second rate human being because of it.  Her adoptive sister, Carol, was much older and had been an only child for ten years before Megan arrived in the family as a baby.  Carol, it turns out, had quite a cruel streak in her when it came to the treatment of her little sister.

Candi had told Karen through her groggy haze that her big sister had called her "cunt licker" nearly all her life.  Carol had made the poor little thing lick her to orgasm so many times that candi couldn't even estimate a number.  Their relationship had never been good, but the abuse finally stopped when Carol got married.  candi's mother had suggested to Carol that candi could come keep her company for a few weeks after graduating from high school.  candi was surprised to hear that she had agreed, after a few weeks of thinking about it.  candi assumed Carol simply felt guilty and couldn't think of a good enough reason to say no to their mother.  As it turned out, Carol acted as though she had been greatly inconvenienced by candi's visit.  Her attitude had led to candi's decision to take a little side trip, and, ultimately, her capture by Karen.

Karen had also gained a significant amount of useful information about the slut's marriage.  It was generally thought to be one that was not destined for longevity from the start.  The personalities were too diverse and they seemed not to share many interests.  Candi thought Carol had married Jim only to be able to move to Florida, where he was stationed.  Candi also thought Carol had always cheated on Jim, and had probably married him knowing his frequent overseas deployments would give per ample opportunities to satisfy her urges for other men.  Jim apparently was a nice enough fellow, but dull.

She set her coffee mug in the sink for the slut to wash later, then padded out to the pool for a few early morning laps in the nude.

 

Megan's existence had devolved into one of varying states of disorientation and almost constant pain of one variety or another.  She had no clue whether it was night or day, what day of the week it was, or even where she was anymore.  All of her hair was gone, she had been pierced, and was being kept either bound or caged naked in the pretty woman's home.  Megan had forgotten the lady's name, and was close to forgetting her own.  The lady kept calling her "candi", and she was getting used to it.  She hadn't been fed much but was made to drink plenty of water.

Her many piercings were healing up although they were still tender when the rings that had been permanently installed through her skin were tugged or twisted.  The lady seemed to enjoy tormenting her in that way for some reason. She also seemed to enjoy bringing Megan to the edge of orgasm and back over and over and over again.  Her pussy had been licked and nibbled at for hours by her own sister.  She had been horrified when she had first seen Carol led into the room, blindfolded, and directed to lick her.  It hadn't taken her long to react to the warm tongue swirling around inside and over her pussy, and she had begun to hope that each day would bring another long session of sweet torment.  If only she could cum...

This morning she transitioned out of the haze and into the foggy realization that she was awake.  Again she found herself in the odd hut-like cage, bound and in real pain from the muscle cramps that greeted her each morning.  She felt an odd burning on her backside and blearily recalled a faint, distant memory of being severely spanked...but when?, and by who?  The collar around her throat had been substituted for locking her tongue ring to her nose ring for the purpose of keeping her quiet.  She remembered how it seemed to constrict each time she made the slightest sound.  It scared her, and she kept very quiet when it was on, which was most of the time.

Her head throbbed with the after effects of whatever she had been drugged with the evening, or the day before.  Her mouth was dry and everything seemed to hurt.  Quietly, very quietly, and softly, she began to cry.  What had happened to her, and why?

 

By the time Karen finished twenty laps, she was feeling horny.  There was nothing like swimming naked under the sun to get her juices flowing.  She didn't bother to towel off but instead went into the slut's house and wrapped herself in her robe for the short trip across the lawns to her house.  She needed to get the ear piece in to surveille the slut's day and was anxious to begin another day of fun with candi.  After making sure no one would see her she made her way home.

 

Carol was counting her accomplishments in small segments.  She had made it to school and parked the car, which she knew was going to be the easiest part of the day.  Next she had to walk through the parking lot to her class.  Dressed as she was, that would be bad, but worse was coming.  So, she rationalized that if she could only get to class without stopping traffic or being arrested, she could then just worry about getting through one more part of a torturous day.

It took only a few steps before she realized just how difficult it would be to get through the parking lot.  Not because of the reactions she already was beginning to notice on the part of students, a few parents, and some teachers, but because of the effects of the heavy little balls rolling around inside her pussy.  She was so worried they would fall out that she had to keep her pussy clenched tightly, which only caused them to come in contact with each other more frequently.  After ten steps she had to stop.  Her knees were getting weak and she was genuinely afraid she would fall off her heels.  After so much torment without an orgasm the effects of the things were beyond what she ever expected. With her ass filled to the brim by the larger plug and the exposure of much of her body to public view, she thought she might have an orgasm on the spot.  Only by not moving for a few long seconds was she able to prevent one.  But, as soon as she thought she was okay and started walking again, she had to stop.  Her nipples were becoming conspicuous as they grew and pressed lewdly against the tightly drawn material of her blouse.  She knew the tops of her white stockings were already wet from the juices that had been flowing out of her since well before she had left home.  As this was happening, more and more people were watching.  Her breathing grew shallow and she felt as though she just couldn't get enough breath.  She took a few more steps toward the entrance, noticing how very far away it still was.

 

Tom Parker looked out his office window toward the parking lot and saw Carol Sizemore dressed in the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen in real life.   He could hardly believe his eyes.  After writing her up for two consecutive days for inappropriate attire, which had been well beyond acceptable, what Carol was wearing now was, well, hooker attire.  He didn't like being defied, but his interest in the situation was beyond professional.   His cock began to struggle with his brain in formulating a reaction to this bizarre situation.  On Wednesday and Thursday his brain had won.  Consciously, he thought there was no way he was going to avoid trying to get some of that.  That was one sexy bitch who clearly wanted whatever she got.  Maybe, he thought, he would be doing her a favor by giving her a little satisfaction.  He moved to his desk and pressed the "speak" button on the inter office intercom.  "Mary, send Carol to my office when she comes in.  She's in the lot now."

"Hmm.", Mary thought.  What with all the strange goings-on these last few days it was looking like today would be no exception.  Mary walked around the counter in the administrative office and stood by the door, where she could see Carol as soon as she entered the school.

 

Just as Carol stopped again to maintain what little composure she could, she heard someone approaching quickly from behind her.  As she was turning to see who it was, they reached up under her skirt and pinched her ass, hard.  She saw that it was Tommy Wingate, who was now passing her.  He looked back with an insolent, knowing sneer on his face.  Oh, God! Carol thought.  He was one of the biggest troublemakers in the school.  Many of the teachers were afraid of him, not to mention most of the students.  He knew she wasn't wearing panties!  It would be all over the school in minutes!

She stood for an excruciatingly long thirty seconds before she felt she could try walking again.  "Just get to the entrance", she told herself.  With renewed determination she stepped forward using smaller, mincing steps.  It helped a bit, but she still found herself on the brink of losing control and...tried...to...Oh, God..."OhmyGod,", she gasped aloud as the tidal wave of a shattering, unstoppable orgasm began to swell up from deep within her.  Her knees began to shake as she felt the crescendo building ever higher.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.", she gasped aloud.  Trying desperately to keep quiet, she bit her lower lip as her whole body became involved in the longest, most intense, rolling orgasm of her entire life.  There was no hiding it, no concealing it. Anyone with half a brain could see that the teacher dressed in the slutty clothes was having an orgasm in the middle of the school parking lot.    When it finally ended she found herself  bent over with her knees tightly pressed together.  Her face was hot and she couldn't catch her breath.  It had been a mind blowing orgasm. She was having a bit of trouble shaking herself out of her reverie until she heard applause from across the parking lot.  She glanced over to see five or six girls watching her intently.  They had looks of amazement and delight on their faces.  Oh!  How could she do this?  Oh, God!  She had to get into school!

Soon she was able to straighten herself and begin making her way toward the entrance.   When she finally got close to it that nosy, meddling bitch administrative assistant Mary stepped out to hold the door open for her.  "I have a message for you!", Mary announced as though she were singing a song. "Straight to Mr. Parker's office!"

Carol had been called into Tom Parker's office the last two days and given verbal warnings, but he hadn't sent her home.  She wished now that he would. She couldn't be blamed for that.  Miss Karen wouldn't whip her for...well, she might.  She could.

When she entered his office he was sitting behind his desk, pretending to read a memo.  Carol despised the man.  He had rated her at seventy percent effectiveness not because her student's test scores were off or the quality of her work was suspect, but because he would have taught her class differently. At least that was his explanation.  He was a fat, balding bureaucrat who was about a spineless as a...

"Good morning, Carol.", he said without looking up.

"Good morning, Tom.", she replied politely, if a bit breathlessly.

"Close the door, please.", he said evenly.

That was unusual, Carol knew.  He relied on Mary so much to back him up that it was almost unbelievable that he would put her out of rescue range by having Carol close the door.  She turned and pushed the door gently closed.

"Lock it.", he said before she turned back.  "Hmm.", Carol thought.  "What is up with that?"  She quietly turned the deadbolt lock then stepped back in front of his desk.

He was looking her up one side and down the other, she noted without surprise. "He probably has a little hard-on going behind that desk.", she told herself.

"I have a real problem, Carol.  I need to do something about your...well, defiance of my instructions to you.  Didn't I tell you that you had better be dressed appropriately this morning?  Or else?"

"Uh, yes, Tom.  You did."

"And?" "And?  Well, this is what I wore.  Sue me!"  She quickly regretted saying it. She wondered if Miss Karen had heard it.  Her instructions were to avoid conflict and she knew she had just goaded the bastard.  "I'm sorry.", she added before he could reply.

"I'll be blunt, Carol.  I am trying to figure out how I can avoid writing you up and going to the superintendent to get a suspension."

It almost sounded akin to hearing a child's threat to hold his breath.  This man had no idea that Carol's life had transcended into matters that were well beyond worries for her job.  She liked it and wanted to keep it, but was more worried about getting through the entire day without being totally humiliated and/or whipped when she got home.

"I...I don't know what to say, Tom.  What other options are there?  I would, well.  I'd hate for you to have to do that."

He seemed to be feigning deep thought, which told Carol that he obviously had a plan.  Being the coward that he was, she correctly assumed he would need some help from her before getting to the point.

"Well, I was wondering if you had any suggestions.  The problem is we've overspent our budget for substitutes, as you are aware, and the superintendent would have my ass if I brought one in on the last day of school.  So, that's out."

Deep inside, Carol was seething.  She knew she was going to be giving this scumbag a blowjob.  She just knew it!  She decided to call his bluff.  "Maybe you could take my class and send me home?"

He smiled nervously, looking directly at her breasts.  "Nah.  I've got three meetings today with, ah, with the custodians and the administrative staff.  That just wouldn't work."

"Well, maybe I could...do something for you?  Do you need any, favors or, anything?"  Carol was not even aware that she was rocking from side to side, enjoying the feel of the slight movement the balls made inside her pussy.

Tom was no moron.  But, he was scared shitless.  This was a career ender.  It was also a dream come true.  He had the bitch.  "Maybe you should come over here for a second.", he suggested, motioning her around the desk.

Carol moved as Miss Karen had been teaching her.  "Arch the back and swing the hips in the most subtle, enticing way.", she remembered her saying.  She stepped around the desk and moved close up to the sleazy man.

 

He turned toward her, pushing his glasses up on his nose.  He reached up with both hands and slid them up her outer thighs to the waistband of her skirt.  No panties!

Carol leaned forward, resting her left hand on the right arm of his office chair, and reaching down with her right hand for his crotch.  She leaned in close, almost pressing her cleavage into his face.  As she guessed, he was hard. She remembered, as though it were permanently seared into her mind, Miss Karen's lessons on "The Penis".   She recalled the humiliation of being made to practice what she was being taught by using her rubber dildo at home, with the threat of a whipping as incentive, while Miss Karen supervised.

She had learned to disassociate the penis from the individual it was attached to, and to concentrate on milking it of it's reward.  "Greed and speed" were the words Miss Karen had used to characterize the proper mental attitude in performing oral sex on "the penis".

She was expected to demonstrate a lust and hunger for ejaculate that resulted in a speedy orgasm which then preserved time to satisfy additional penises.  The techniques were universal for all cocks, with some preferring more or less pressure or speed to bring about their release, depending on individual sensitivity.

She knelt between his legs to unzip his fly.  She was surprised to note that she did feel a genuine hunger and lust for his penis, even though she reviled him. It was a fat, stubby cock, much like the one that was firmly embedded in her ass.  When she got it freed, she quickly descended on it, enveloping it in her hot mouth and following the sequence of actions Miss Karen had taught her. After years of thinking she was a good cocksucker it had been a revelation to her that she may not have been as good as she could have been.  She had never heard a complaint, not since her first one, when she was fourteen.

This was the first cock she would get to try Miss Karen's teachings on.  She remembered the need to moan and groan as though sucking the cock was the most pleasurable experience to be had on the face of the earth.  So, she sighed heavily as she swirled her tongue slowly but firmly all around the underside of the thing.  Sure enough, it was aroused all the more and lengthened a bit. After a few seconds of this treatment she carefully pressed her lips all around it's circumference and began to bob her head up and down, slowly covering the distance between the cock's base and it's head.  She made a few slurping sounds and began to breath heavily, though not out of design but out of desire.  She loved cocks, she truly did.  This fat little guy filled her mouth nicely and was uniquely suited for sucking.  He wouldn't have been much fun to fuck, but this was nice.

Carol felt her skirt being pulled up over her hips, exposing her naked ass completely as she worked the principal's cock with genuine enthusiasm.  He was taking full advantage of his opportunity to have his way with her, as she might have expected.  Soon he was reaching under to cop a feel of her breasts, pulling them out of the buttonless blouse and rolling her nipples in his fat fingers. Carol couldn't help but react.  She thought no woman, at least a straight one, could keep from getting worked up in circumstances like this.  Here she was, a mature, professional teacher wearing a whorish schoolgirl outfit, on her knees, sucking the principal (in his office, for that matter) while he felt her up. She started rotating her hips and clenching her pussy to get those heavy little balls vibrating again.  This was starting to feel good.

 

Tom Parker was feeling good, too.  He grasped Carol's ponytail with his right hand while he tugged and twisted her right nipple with his left.  She was living up to his wildest fantasies about what kind of cocksucking bitch she would be. She loved it!  He pushed and pulled on her ponytail to control the rhythm and started whispering "suck it, bitch!" repeatedly as he felt himself approaching the point of no return.  There was no sense in dragging it out.  Every second counted.  He knew Mary was paying very close attention to the amount of time Carol spent behind closed doors in his office.  In seven years he had never done that with any employee other than the superintendent or members of the school board.  He wouldn't be surprised if the had her ear pressed to the door.  "Suck it, bitch!", he said a little louder.

 

Carol knew the bastard was close so she doubled her efforts, increasing the suction as well as the speed of her tongue as it swirled around and under his cock with each descending movement.  Now she was making a lot of noise; her slurping, sucking, and moans of genuine pleasure had blended into an arousing cacophony that even affected her.  His body was beginning to tense up as he pushed down hard on the back of her head, forcing her nose through his fly and embedding it deeply into his wiry pubic hair.  She pressed her lips tightly around the thick base of his cock and began milking it by pulling upward on the underside of it with her tongue while trying to maintain a high degree of constant suction.  She wasn't  going to lose a drop of his cum.  Carol had always liked having the residue of a man's orgasm coating the back of her throat.  The taste varied and couldn't always be counted upon to be pleasant, but it's presence beyond her tongue tended to cause her to want more.  She almost thought it to be an aphrodisiac and savored it whenever she could.

 

Tom felt the explosion coming and grasped Carol on both sides of her head to prevent her from withdrawing at the last second.  His hips bucked involuntarily a couple of times and he couldn't help but gasp out loud as the first jets shot forcefully into the mouth of the young teacher.   She seemed to be gobbling hungrily at his cock as it continued to supply her with fresh sperm.  He could feel her swallowing it as fast as it was coming out, and was amazed that she took every drop as though it tasted like chocolate.  Carol Sizemore really was a whore...the slut of his wildest imagination!  He had heard rumors that she ran around on her husband, but, this!

 

When she heard the door unlatch Mary noted that eight minutes and forty three seconds had passed.  She looked over to see Carol walking out the same way she had walked in...those little steps were strange, but maybe she still had that thing in her...well.  Her hair was mussed up and, well, she really didn't know anything.  She smiled.  "Everything okay?", she inquired.

"Uh, huh." Carol answered before making her way through the admin office door to head for her homeroom class.  "Oh, God.", she thought.  "Just make it to class."