Taking Carol - Chapter 15 - 19

CHAPTER XV: Last Day Of School Part II

After getting home Karen took a quick shower, really just to rinse the chlorine off her skin, then got the small cart she had been using to move candi around and rolled it out to the garage.  

Candi had been spending her evenings in what Karen referred to as her "pig hut".  It had been designed and built to her own specifications, and was a very practical, multi-use structure which could house slaves within it or secure them for display, training, or punishment while mounted on it.  It almost looked like a miniature A-frame home, with the roof hinged at the peak and divided into two hatches on one side. The hatches could be unclasped and opened, revealing two separate but small compartments that were ideal for storing  trainees and acquisitions.  She could also open either end if the occupant could crawl through the opening. The inside was nicely lined with insulating foam covered by rubber sheeting.  It virtually trapped all noises inside and prevented outside sounds from penetrating.  It was wired to deliver the same "white noise" containing repetitive subaural messages that had been playing into the slut's ears every evening.  The messages were customized for each trainee based on their intended end use, current level of development, and background.

Poor candi was undergoing some rather strict indoctrination  and was being kept bound day and night, so Karen unclasped and opened the half of the larger hatch which contained her.  She looked just as she did when Karen had put her in nine hours ago; on her back with her wrist cuffs locked securely to her ankle cuffs and a spreader bar keeping her knees apart.  Karen pushed the hatch up and over until it rested on the opposite side of the little hut.  Taking hold of the little thing by the right leg and right arm, she roughly jerked her out and onto the hand cart for the short trip to the back yard.

Karen pulled her through the door at the back of the garage and rolled her easily down the sidewalk leading to her shaded barbecue area.  Once there, she tipped the cart up, spilling the thing onto the concrete.  She noted that candi hadn't made a peep, which was good.  The collar she had installed was a high tech piece of gear that the agency had asked her to beta test a couple of years earlier.  It was tightly fitted and locked around a subject's neck just below the jaw line.  A small box mounted on the collar contained a noise sensor and a simple switch and timer.  Beside the box was a small but highly charged cylinder of compressed air.  When the device heard noise in combination with local vibration it would open a valve and a rubber bladder affixed to the inside surface would inflate slightly, constricting the throat.  More noise and vibration, another degree of constriction.  It was configured such that a noisy prisoner would be quickly silenced when the device advanced to the degree that it cut off air flow completely and caused the wearer to lose consciousness. After a few seconds it would deflate, again, by degrees, eventually returning to it's original snugness.  Karen had found it to be exceedingly useful, especially in a confined situation like the suburban neighborhood she was currently residing in.  It was also ideal for training silence.  The other sister she wanted to have the capacity to provide pleasure by making pleasurable sounds. The slut also was going to need to speak occasionally to serve her intended purpose.  This one, though, was different.  If she couldn't be taught to keep her silence, there were other ways of taking her voice away.

Candi had grown less appealing over the last few days as stubble began appearing over her shorn body.  Many of the welts from her whipping the night before were still visible, and she was bruised a bit from rough handling.  Her eyes were bloodshot and her pupils were dilated.  Karen bent to look her over more closely and noted the piercings had continued to heal nicely.  In another few days it would be as though they had always been there.  She couldn't resist dipping a finger deeply into candi's furrow for a little early-morning taste.  She shook her head in wonder.  "Still sweet as can be.", she thought.

Karen stepped over the young girl until she was straddling her head.  The coffee she had been sipping earlier had passed nicely through her and wouldn't be wasted if it could be used to help make sure the little lesbian knew her place in the order of things.  Bending her knees slightly, Karen released a trickle of warm piss that began splashing on candi's forehead.  The trickle quickly grew to a nice, steady stream that she was now spraying all over the girl's face. Looking down into candi's blinking, pleading eyes, she said softly, "Open up, candi.  It's time for your breakfast!"  Fearful of another brutal whipping, the girl dutifully opened her mouth widely so that Karen could find the target and completely fill it before her bladder emptied.  "You may drink now, candi.", Karen said soothingly as she stepped over her sprawled captive.  Candi opened her throat and slowly gulped it down, allowing only a bit to trickle out at the corners and run in thin rivulets down under her ears and onto the concrete patio that she lay on.

Karen returned to the house to retrieve a few things and to get her earplug so that she could monitor the slut's day.   Candi wouldn't be going anywere.

 

Carol was a bit late getting to her homeroom class.  She had suffered the stares of dozens of students as she carefully made her way down  the corridors, stopping when she had to, all the way to Room 333.  She thought it odd that she couldn't think of much but how to find another cock to suck.  It seemed that every day her mind was more and more preoccupied with sex, cocks, and making Miss Karen happy.  All of the other aspects of her life seemed to be falling away.  She didn't seem to care that they were, either.  She stumbled along through the hallway feeling a deep and abiding sense of shame for what she was doing, but didn't really feel any personal responsibility for it.  She felt powerless to take control of her life and seemed to have crossed an unknown threshold into acceptance of it for what it had become and what it might be. She knew the change was obvious to anyone who had known her at all, but couldn't begin to explain it.

When she finally passed through the classroom door, her entire class, the kids she had gotten to know best throughout the school year, stared silently at her. The rumors had swirled through the school to the point that any explanation for what was happening to her would have been believed by someone.  The prevailing conclusion was that she had gotten hooked on crack or something, and had turned into a whore to pay for it.  Some of the students, particularly her favorites, had expressions of real concern on their faces.  Most of the others simply gawked silently.  She heard some nervous giggling in the back of the room.  A pencil dropped.   She stared back at them.  It was the last day of the school year.  It was supposed to be a happy day.  She wished she had rested a bit before entering.  Her pussy was doing it's best to take her attention away, to demand satisfaction, and to threaten her with complete and total humiliation. It couldn't...she...she couldn't allow herself to...she couldn't breath...had to stay still...don't move!  She had to...Oh, God!

 

Karen wondered at first if the transmitter was functioning properly.  The listening device on the slut's purse was sensitive enough to pick up almost any sound, and no school was completely silent.  Soon, though, she could hear someone moaning.  At first she wondered if the slut had been hurt.  This was different, though.  The cunt was having an orgasm!  Karen felt that familiar, always present rage beginning to well up from deep inside her when she heard something curious.  It sounded like a student...then another.  They were watching!  They were calling out, "you go Miss Sizemore!", and "Whoooee!", and "What are you on?  I want some o' that!".  The shouts of encouragement and goading and ridicule expanded and grew louder at the same rate that the slut's orgasm approached.  Karen threw her head back and laughed out loud.  The slut was having an orgasm in front of her class!    She was squeeling in ecstasy as they broke into applause and continued to shout and carry on over such an unexpected and bizarre turn of events.  Karen was delighted!  She couldn't have planned a better set of circumstances for bringing the creature down another peg or two from her former life of arrogance and conceit.  This would be a story worth telling!

 

Carol's eyes rolled back into her head as she doubled over in the final throes of her second shattering orgasm within twenty minutes.  Her entire body shook and her ankles weakened as the waves of intense pleasure slowly began to dissipate.  She struggled to stay up on her heels but felt herself losing balance.  She dropped her purse and reached down to steady herself, but fell backward off her heels and into the corner of the room.  She ended up propped into the corner like a rag doll, with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her legs splayed out at odd angles.  Almost as one the entire class gasped as her bare pussy and the wet stocking tops of her inner thighs came into view. Then, with a cruelty often germaine to high school age children, they all began to laugh uproariously.

Carol was slower to come back to reality this time.  She pushed her skirt down between her legs and listlessly gathered her legs beneath her.  The small segments that she had managed to create for herself to get through the day were becoming ever smaller.  Now, she told herself to just get up into a kneeling position.  If she could only do that...and she did.  The laughter was slowly dying off as she gathered her purse.  One of the students, Cindy Smith, came forward to help her get up.  Another came forward, then another.  She was helped over toward her desk.  Someone was pulling her chair out, but she couldn't, wasn't allowed to sit today.  At all.  Not at all.  She stopped them from easing her into the chair and waved them off.  The class was silent again, watching, and the bell sounded to start the school day.

 

Karen continued to shake her head in wonder as she gathered up the few things she was going to need for a little morning fun with candi.  She found the little thing exactly where she had been left, appearing listless and disoriented.  It would be a couple of hours before last night's cocktail  wore off, then it would be time for a few mind games.  If only the stupid teenager hadn't gotten herself tattood as she had.  Such a waste!  Something might still be done with her, but nothing that would bring a high return.  Karen had discussed her briefly with Tawny, who was an accomplished tatooist, among other things.  Tawny had said she would bring her kit and that they might find a way to incorporate the existing tatoo into something more, well, interesting.  She also mentioned that she might be interested in the little tart herself, depending on circumstances.

Karen put all of the items she had carried out on one of the lounge chairs.  She quickly unlocked the padlocks that had held candi's wrist and ankle cuffs together all evening, and unclasped the fasteners that held the spreader bar between her knees.  Candi was not so quick to straighten her limbs out, as the muscles had become rigid and stressed and didn't seem capable of moving.  Karen solved that by quickly yanking upward on her right foot, which, as expected, caught candi by surprise and caused her to cry out in pain.  The collar expanded instantly, cutting her off in mid-whimper and constricting the flow of air to her body.  Her eyes bulged in fear that she would suffocate then and there. "You don't seem to remember that nobody wants to hear you, candi.", Karen said to her, ever so gently.  Without hesitation she jerked her left foot up into the air, straightening the stiffened leg and stressing the distended muscles.  This time candi bore the pain in silence.   When Karen finally had the little cunt straightened out on her back, she told her to get up on all fours.

 

The words barely registered in candi's ears.  She was waiting for the collar to adjust itself and give her a bit more breath.  The pretty woman was kicking her in the side now, and she knew she had to move to avoid the terrible pain she knew would be inflicted on her if she didn't.  Struggling to get the momentum to roll over, she managed to get onto her belly but the throbbing in her head seemed to double as soon as she turned.  She was out of it, feeling clumsy and unable to cause her body to do what her mind was telling it.  Slowly, she managed to draw first one, then the other knee up under her and could, finally, push herself up onto all fours.

 

Now that the thing was up, Karen grasped her longer dog whip and tapped it up under candi's chiin.  "Head high, dear.  Remember to be a proud animal at all times!", she said as though she were encouraging a baby toward it's first steps. "We have a fun game for you to play today!", she announced.  Retrieving a short gold chain with clasps on each end from a small box she had brought out, she bent to fasten each end to candi's nipple rings.  With the chain stretched tightly between the rings, she mounted a small wire hook in the center of them with the upward angle of the hook oriented away from candi's body. Next, she took a dozen three ounce lead surf fishing weights and carefully placed them around the perimeter of the pool deck.  She returned to candi and explained the object of the game.  "Candi, you are to show me what a smart and obedient animal you are by crawling to each of the little nuggets I've put around the pool for you and catching them on your little hook.  Each time you bring a nugget to me you will be rewarded with a snack!  I''l be sitting over there, in the back corner of the yard under that shade.  If I finish reading my magazine before you complete your fun game, you will be punished in a fun and creative way.  If you finish first, you will be rewarded!  Do you understand?".

Karen waited a few long seconds before the creature's mind understood that it was time to respond, and was satisfied to get a slight nod.  "Good!  You may begin."  Karen made her way to a comfortable rocker underneath the magnolia tree to begin reading the latest copy of her favorite magazine.  Apparently the slut had managed at least to survive into her second class of the day.  Karen listened as she asked the students to hand in their final class evaluations and requested feedback on the school year and her abilities as a teacher.

 

Brian Tarmic raised his hand.   "Miss Sizemore, like, what is up with you lately?"  The class tittered.  Carol knew word had quickly spread about her latest disaster.  She just hadn't expected that anyone would be so bold as to ask her.  The question shook her confidence.  Not that she had any left, but she had been, at least up until then, functioning somewhat like a teacher.  Now she was on display again.  Being looked at, questioned.  It had a effect on her that she hadn't expected.  She was aware of the presence of Tom Parker's cum still coating her throat.  It felt good.  She wanted more.  Her sexual motor was running again after too brief a respite.  "Um, I, ah.  I just wanted a little change, Brian.  That's all."  Heads turned in his direction.  What would he say next?

"Yes, but," he gestured toward her.  "that's like, a BIG change!", he exclaimed, drawing a laugh from the class.  Carol smiled as best she could and ignored his comment, instead stepping forward to accept the evaluations as they were passed up each row.  She turned to step back behind her desk, where she could feel just a bit of separation from the students.  Leafing through the evaluations she stopped at one of them.   Someone had scrawled "I want to fuck you." across the top.  The evaluations were anonymous, and she didn't recognize the handwriting. She squeezed her legs together, causing the balls in her pussy to come into contact with each other.  The slight vibration they caused was deliciously subtle.

 

Megan hadn't been free to move on her own in days.  She wasn't sure how to react.  She had understood what the lady had said.  So, she pulled one knee forward on the smooth concrete, then a hand.  Then, the other knee.  She was okay, she decided.  She could crawl.  Not fast, but she could move.  It felt strange, moving.  Her head still throbbed.  She was aware that she was naked, still.  When had she last worn any clothes?  As she crawled along at not much more than a snail's pace, she looked down at her poor little nipples and the rings that passed through them.  God, her head throbbed.  At least the horrible collar had retracted back to its original size and she could breath more easily. That's what she needed, she decided, fresh air.  Maybe she could think soon. For now, though, it was time to do.  The alternative was not an option.  The lady was cruel.  She would do cruel things for no reason at all.  She could also be very kind at times.

Megan eventually made it to the first of the lead weights.  It was really hard for her to get the little hook mounted on the chain that ran between her nipple rings through the loop in the first weight.  She had to lower her chest and hold herself at a strange angle, then try to swing the little hook back and forth to get it to catch on the weight.  She tried for what seemed like an eternity before she hooked it.   She raised herself back up to a crawling position again, carefully lifting the weight with her still tender nipples.  It was heavy and it did hurt, but she could manage it.  She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction to be crawling toward the lady with the first "nugget" dangling from the chain.  Her arms burned from the exertion of supporting her upper body while she hooked it.  Megan realized how hungry she was.  She had started to speculate what her reward would be, and in her mind she fantasized about such things as a big cheeseburger or a hot fudge sundae.  She wasn't sure, but she didn't think she had eaten in at least two days.  All she had been given to drink was the lady's piss.  She was hopeful.  Hopeful and hungry.

 

Karen could see the little tart approaching through her peripheral vision. Without looking up, she tossed a small metal bowl onto the grass at her feet. "Without using your little paws you need to put the nugget in the bowl.", she said pleasantly.  She flipped through a few advertisements as the dumb bitch tried to discover a technique that would get the weight off the hook and into the bowl.  Finally, she was able to dangle it against the inside edge of the bowl and slowly pull her self backward until it slipped off the hook.  Candi then stayed there, dumbly waiting for a reaction.  Karen put the magazine down and tore open a sample bag of Otis Farms Premium Pig Feed.  Dumping about a dozen of the feed pellets into the bowl, she patted the dumb thing on her bald head and said, "Good girl!  Now eat up your snack!"

 

Megan was ravished.  She saw the bag and knew what it said, but the lady wouldn't really feed her pig food.  It was something else, she decided.  So, she edged cautiously forward and lowered her head to the bowl.

 

Karen noted with satisfaction that candi hadn't attempted to use her hands.  She had absorbed in, and had accepted, the basic premise that she was not to use them, which was a very good sign at this early stage of development.  The poor thing was obviously famished, as she had taken to the pellets like a hog takes to slop.  Karen laughed and returned to reading her magazine while listening in on the slut's last day in the traditional working world.

 

Megan's nipples were really sore by the time she finished delivering all of the "nuggets" to the small bowl at the lady's feet.  Her arms were burning from the workout, and her entire body was covered in sweat.  It was turning into a very hot day.  She was still hungry and still hopeful for a better reward than the little, crunchy pellets that tasted like cardboard or dirt or something.  She had begun regain most of her senses.  Though she wasn't exactly alert, she felt less and less disoriented as the morning wore on.  The last several trips back for her reward she had stolen glances at the naked lady as she relaxed in the shade with her magazine.  She was beautiful, Megan thought.  So sexy that Megan thought the one thing she would most like to do in the whole world would be to, well, lick her all over.  She didn't understand why.  After all the abuse she had suffered she had every reason to hate the lady.  But, it seemed almost as though she couldn't help it...she just...wanted to please her, somehow.  Megan waited patiently on all fours in the soft grass next to the lady.  She was relieved that she had finished before the lady had read through her magazine. Now there would be no need to punish her, and she could be rewarded with, well...maybe with something really good!  She was dying of thirst.  Maybe a big glass of icewater would be her reward!

 

Karen paid her hairless lawn pig no mind.  She was engrossed in an article about the Blue Ridge Mountains, in consideration of her evenual retirement from government work, she would need a permanent residence or two.  Shifting around to various safe houses during her down time and keeping all of her possessions in storage otherwise had gotten old years ago.  She appreciated the chance to spend the summer in Florida, but the current housing arrangement was totally inappropriate to her needs. Suburbia was not a good place to engage in her favorite pastimes, but it would do for now.  At least the back yard was private, and it had been a nice bonus to discover that one of the neighbors was both attractive and easily compromised.  The slut's whole life turned on where she happened to live, and that was a just too bad.  If she hadn't been a bad girl to start with nothing would have happened to her.  This one, the lawn pig, was simply good fortune.

Eventually Karen finished her magazine and tossed it on the grass at her feet. "Be a good little creature and carry that back to the house.", she ordered casually.

 

Megan had been daydreaming.  She had known better than to move an inch since she had begun waiting for the lady to acknowledge her and, hopefully, give her the reward she had earned.  It took a few seconds for her new instructions to register in her mind.  She blinked her eyes a few times, then bent and took the bound side of the magazine between her teeth before turning to crawl the length of the backyard to the house.  Just outside the sliding door leading into the lady's sunroom, she turned to look back, just to make sure it was the right place to put the magazine down.  The lady nodded, so she carefully placed on the deck and began crawling back to the shade of the big tree.

 

Karen was happy to see that even with improved functionality and awareness the sweet little thing had automatically reacted as though she were an animal. Watching her crawl across the lawn and back was enjoyable for Karen, so she told her to continue doing that until informed otherwise.  Aside from the sweetest tasting pussy she had ever experienced, little candi did have a few appealing attributes that Karen considered somewhat unique.  She was petite, which was nice.  Her butt was well proportioned and cute, and it moved nicely.  Her body carried no fat, especially now.  That little turned up nose was even more appealing since Karen had mounted the ring in it.

It sounded as though slut was muddling through the third period without any incidents, and Karen was only paying partial attention to the noise in her left ear.  She looked forward to the point when the two sisters would actually be serving her.  The training was enjoyable and sometimes challenging, and the results were always rewarding.  She had a few loose ends to tie up before she could begin to seriously train the slut.  There was nothing holding her back from developing candi, other than the need to lay the proper groundwork, which is what she had been doing since she had captured her.

Soon enough she grew bored and called her little lawn pig over.  "I've decided that for your reward I am going to give you a new pair of shoes!", she proclaimed enthusiastically.  "First, though, we have some cleaning up to do, right?"  Taking a small travel kit from a bag she had carried out, Karen told candi to open her mouth wide and brushed her teeth for her, as though she were a child incapable of doing it herself.  Next, she poured half of a small bottle of disinfecting mouthwash into the girl's little mouth and told her to swish it around until she heard otherwise.  Karen then quickly slathered the creature's entire body with depilitating cream to melt away any hair that had grown out in the last few days and restore her to her pink smoothness.  After waiting ten minutes, Karen directed her to crawl over closer to the lawn hose and sprayed the cream and hair off.  She then inserted the nozzle into candi's pussy and ass and slowly filled her to the brim with the cold hose water.  She insisted that the thing not release a drop of it until she returned with a scrub brush and soap.  Karen took her time retrieving them from the house and could see that the little pig was straining to follow her instructions.  Karen allowed her to empty herself then scrubbed her down roughly before rinsing her thoroughly and sending her back under the shade at the rear of the yard.

There, she tossed a light chain over a branch of the tree and brought her little lawn pig under it.

 

Carol couldn't believe she had almost made it through the day!  It had been a minute by minute challenge and she had suffered horribly, but the final bell had rung, school was out, and all she had to worry about now was getting to the car. She had managed to get the phone numbers from the five cutest boys as Miss Karen had instructed.  They had all been eager to give it to her, especially after hearing her explanation for asking.  She told them she was dabbling in fashion photography and was putting together a portfolio.  She suggested that each one would make a great model and asked if she could call them sometime.  Flattery always worked with boys and men, and it didn't hurt to be horny and dressed in a slutty schoolgirl outfit.

She hadn't exactly gotten accustomed to being viewed by the student body and her teachers as some sort of sideshow freak all day.  The fact was that she had been preoccupied with what was going on between her legs and with trying to keep the most decadent thoughts from entering her mind.   Simply put, she was too distracted to care.  She avoided going to the teacher's lunchroom since she had been forbidden to sit or eat all day.  No need to subject herself to unwelcomed questioning or incredulous stares from her colleages.  Instead, she had stayed in her empty classroom, standing quietly behind her desk, slowly rocking her hips from side to side and purring like a kitty.  She stopped occasionally to keep herself from going too far.  By the time the break had ended, the entire classroom smelled of sex.  Her stockings were damp down to the inside middle of her thighs, but she didn't care.  She wasn't sure why.  Just a few days ago a minor tear in a pair of hose would have mortified her.  Now, she just wanted to...

 

Tom Parker had been preoccupied all day too.  After taking advantage of circumstances that morning he had become highly concerned with his career.  He knew how Mary was and was sure she would spread the word that he and Carol had a "closed door" meeting.  All of the expected rumor and innuendo would naturally follow.  He had tried to appear deeply concerned for the welfare of his young teacher, explaining to Mary in a sympathetic and sad tone that the poor thing was having a lot of personal problems that he couldn't divulge.  He knew while he was saying it that it wasn't believed.  Mary was skeptical of everything. But, he also knew that as she blabbed around the school about his "meeting" she would also include his explanation.  The real trouble began when he started getting reports that Ms. Sizemore was acting strangely.  Sometime just before noon one of the teachers asked Mary to tell him she had heard Carol had had an orgasm in front of her homeroom class.  She had said several students had verified the story and she recommended something be done.  Tom had never been one to react to the recommendation of a subordinate.  He explained to Mary that he had already addressed the issue and had no desire to disrupt the last day of school for Carol's students.  If problems persisted, he would speak to her again at the end of the day and put her on formal notice of his intent to suspend her at the beginning of the school year in September.  Mary had prepared the paperwork for him and placed it neatly  in a folder and placed it on the center of his desk.   He had spent the rest of the day feeling uncomfortable with the fact that he had talked himself into a corner and had to follow through with a suspension recommendation to save his credibility.  What bothered him most was the thought that Carol might not react well to the situation.  She had, after all, serviced him that morning and probably had formed the opinion that he wasn't going to cause her any further trouble as a result.  So, he had played and replayed imaginary verbal exchanges with the young teacher all afternoon, until he had become such a jumble of nerves that had no clue what to do.  What was gnawing at the back of his mind was the thought that he might be able to get Carol back into his office for another round of fantasyland before the day ended.  He finally told Mary she could go home early, which was the one thing she appreciated even more than a good rumor to spread.  It hadn't taken her thirty seconds to get out of the office.

 

Carol waited until well after the final bell had rung before deciding to make her way to the car.  The hallways were fairly well empty and most everyone had left as quickly as they could.  She still had to stop occasionally as she walked, but at least didn't feel as though she was part of a circus act with every step.  Her feet were killing her.  She wasn't sure if she'd ever get accustomed to spending hours in such high heels.

When she turned the corner to walk down the final corridor to the school exit, she saw Tom Parker straight ahead, lingering, or rather, lurking, outside the entrance to the administrative office.  As she slowly approached, he motioned for her to follow him into the office.

CHAPTERXVI:  Last Day of School Part III.

Karen spent a couple of hours taking care of a few administrative details and working on some correspondence.  From the sunroom she could keep an eye on candi, who was nicely secured under the tall magnolia.  Karen had fitted her with an old pair of size five ballet shoes and had her step up onto a bucket that she had placed, upside down, under the dangling chain that hung from one of the magnolia's lower branches.  Using a small padlock she secured candi's nose ring to the chain and pulled it taught so that candi's head was tilted back at an uncomfortable angle.

Karen hadn't bothered with any sort of explanation, but it was obvious that there was great peril in slipping off the bucket.  Either the ring would  pull through her nose immediately or she would dangle for a while first.  She had been surprised that the tart hadn't tried to resist in some way, but concluded that she had been adequatly indimidated.

Karen loved the sight.  Candi was glistening with perspirationt. The ballet shoes did so much to make her more enticing.  Her firm young ass was held high and the arch of her back was just delightful.  The extreme angle of her feet in the shoes made her legs appear shapely and firm, and Karen could tell by her heaving chest that she was highly challenged both physically and emotionally. If it hadn't been for the two days Karen had kept her in the foot trainers, stretching her ligaments and tendons, she might already have suffered an unfortunate accident.  She owed Karen so very much!

Soon enough she had finished what she was doing and decided to toy with her little plaything for a bit.  She wouldn't need much in the way of supplies.  She went to the kitchen and quickly mixed a bit of ginger into a paste and deposited it into a baggie.  Then she retrieved a small quantity of Christmas ornament hooks and a vibrating egg from her handy toolbox.  Finally, she got the lighter dog whip from it's hook in the garage and made her way to the back yard.

The poor thing's legs were quivering from exhaustion and pain. She had taken hold of the chain above her head in anticipation of losing her footing on the bucket.  Karen wondered how long she could hold herself up if the bucket tipped. That would be a good workout, she thought.  "I see you're doing just fine in your new shoes!", Karen exclaimed.  "I thought I'd come out and have some fun. You enjoy having fun, don't you, candi?"

Candi nodded ever so slightly.  She was so close to collapse that she thought any movement might make her fall off the bucket.  She had been crying for a long time.  The lady was so cruel to her, and now she was talking about having fun. But, the whip didn't look like fun to candi.

"First, dear, I'm going to spread a bit of this ginger paste over your little asshole.  You won't like it.  No, no, no!  Not at all!"  Karen stepped around the girl and carefully parted her butt cheeks to push a small amount of the paste onto her asshole.  She giggled as the girl began to react by shaking her ass just as much as she dared to, which wasn't much at all.  "There, that'll liven up your afternoon, candi!"  Karen walked around in front of the girl again, then held up the vibrating egg for her to see.

"Now, we'll put our friend the egg into your tasty little pussy to distract you from all of this terrible drama you're suffering at the moment."  She lowered the egg and stepped closer to the nearly suspended teenager.  She bent down slightly to get the angle correct and twisted the egg, activating the vibrator. Without much concern for candi's comfort she forced the egg up and into her cunt, causing the girl to jerk involuntarily and begin to teeter on the upended bucket.  "There, that's better!", she said, stepping back to ensure the creature knew she wouldn't be caught if she did become clumsy enough to fall.  She waited until candi managed to stabilize herself before proceeding.  Then, she picked up the bowl full of fishing weights and began attaching the ornament hooks to them. When all of the dozen weights had been prepared, she held one of them up for candi to see.  "This will be fun!", she announced.  "Now we'll see what kind of stuff you're made of, candi.  Are you really the good for nothing lesbian cunt that your "mother" and sister think you are, or do you have a little something inside you that nobody has seen yet?  I just don't know!  I'd like for you to give me your tongue now."

Surprisingly, the little thing was still cooperating.  She opened her mouth and poked her bright pink tongue partway out.  It was enough for Karen to hook a weight onto it.  She then hooked one onto each ear, each nipple, and each side of her outer lips through each of the six rings there.  She had one weight left, so she hung it in the center of the chain that was still suspended between candi's nipple rings.

Karen stepped back to appreciate her work.  She sliced the dog whip through the air a few times, feeling her nipples rise and her pussy moisten in anticipation of striping the little cunt's perfect, alabaster skin one more time.  It was just too bad she couldn't remove the collar and experience the cute mewling and begging that she knew candi would have been happy to supply.  You can't have everything, she told herself.

Candi's bulging eyes were a delight to watch as she strained to see what Karen was doing.  How the poor thing hated being whipped.  That was something she had in common with her slutty sister.  They would both come to appreciate the kiss of the whip soon enough.  It was preferable to a host of other options.

Karen stepped forward, taking a position that would enable her to place a well-aimed stripe horizontally across the girl's soft white tummy.  Anything she could do to get her firmed up there would be a good thing.  Just as she drew the whip pack and began to take aim, however, she heard tinkling on the top of the shiny tin can.  Looking down, she saw that the little tart was peeing herself. Karen grinned.  It was always good when they were so scared that the peed.  You knew you had their attention then.  It was never good to allow anything to distrupt a thrashing, so Karen hesitated only a moment before she stepped into the swing, delivering the most powerful whip strike she could muster straight across the girl's midsection with a resounding "CRACk".

Even before the whip struck home Karen was aware that candi had panicked.  Not knowing what to do, the girl had begun to backpedal in her ballet shoes, producing a deep, rapid drumming sound on the top of the can.  Karen heard a very brief but distinct yelp that was instantly extinguished by the quick inflation of the collar.  The whip struck just as the clumsy thing was losing her footing altogether and falling off the bucket.

She tumbled straight down, landing in a heap that was quite unladylike.  All that moved was a rapidly dying stream of pee that cascaded a few inches up into the air before falling onto her smooth young thigh and eventually into the soft grass.  Her eyes bulged and spun around wildly.  Her face had already darkened several shades as the collar tightened to the point that she could not breath. She flopped her arms a few times before losing consciousness.

Karen laughed uproariously and the deliciously cruel thing she had just done. The dumb little girlpig had no idea she wouldn't be dangling  from the end of her nose if she slipped.  Karen had created every illusion necessary to make it appear that would happen.  She had, however, carefully looped the light chain over a small wire nail that she had installed earlier.  Though she had been a bit anxious that it might not let go as quickly as she intended, she was sure the creature would not suffer any lasting damage.  If she did something stupid like ripping her nose out, she'd have to get rid of her and that wouldn't be convenient at all.  The dumb girl had spent a good part of the day fretting about something that couldn't happen.  What a fun ruse!, Karen thought.

She heard the light hissing of the collar expelling it's air and returning to normal so that it''s victim could breath again.  Stepping closer, she reached down to make sure candi was breathing.   Finding that she was, she casually rearranged her body until she could be locked into a nice, tight hogtie and left to wake up in the grass in the shade of the magnolia.

 

Karen was faintly aware of some things going on with the slut from what she could hear in the earpiece, but was too preoccupied with her plans for candi to pay much attention.  Unless words were being spoken, it was often too difficult to get any meaning out of background noise and various rustlings to make it worthwhile to try.

 

Tom Parker had taken Carol to his office and threatened to have her suspended. He had said that there wasn't much he could do since so many reports of her bad behavior had been sent up to the office that he had to react somehow.  If only she had been able to act normally none of this had happened, but, he said, there might be some way...

So, Carol had done him again.  Happily.  She cared nothing for him or what he thought or did.  He was a fat bastard and she had nothing but contempt for him. But, his cock had produced for her and she was happy to drink from it again.  It hadn't taken but a few minutes, and she was gratified to finally be making her way to her car with a fresh coating of cum in her throat.

She still walked very carefully, stopping whenever the balls in her pussy caused her to reach the threshold of orgasm.  The parking lot was virtually empty, with the exception of a few seemingly abandoned cars and an old Ford conversion van that was parked just past her car.   Just as she was inserting her key into the doorlock, she heard a voice calling out from behind her.

"Yo!  Carol!"

It was that boy...that Tommy Wingate.  The boy who had pinched her that morning. Oh, God!, she thought.  Turning, she saw him holding the side door open, beckoning her to climb into his van.  "Smoke some weed?  Wanna party?", he asked with that nasty, worldly grin that was his trademark.  She remembered her instructions to be agreeable to everyone, but this was different.

"Uh.  No thanks, Tommy.  I, ah..." "Get in the fuckin' van!", he said, glaring into her eyes.  "Or else everyone in the school will know you weren't wearing panties today!".

It wasn't much of a threat in terms of the new hierarchy of Carol's concerns. But, she felt completely powerless to do anything but get in the van.  She had instructions.  Getting into her car would not be following those instructions, even though that was what her instincts were telling her to do.  He was kinda cute, though.  In a dangerous, unpredictable kind of way.  She pushed her door closed and turned toward him.  She smiled warmly as though everything about this were absolutely normal.  He was devouring her with his eyes as she approached and eased by him into the van.  She felt his hand on her ass as she stepped up into it and took a seat in one of the captain's chairs in the back.  It was a seedy, filthy van, and it smelled of pot.  He pulled the door closed and stood, hunched over, looking at her.  He reminded her of one of Megan's friends.

"Wassup, girl?", he asked.

She knew what he meant.  He wanted an explanation for, well, "it".  She feigned lack of understanding.  "Not much", she replied nervously.

"Well now," he continued, "it's not every day the sexiest teacher in the whole school dresses up like a whore.  I even heard you did Parker!"

Carol's face flushed bright red in shame.

He laughed out loud.  "I knew it!", he exclaimed.

She hung her head, wishing she could just go home.

"How 'bout ol' Tommy here.  Is he gonna get left outta the action?"  He grabbed his crotch with one hand and pointed to it with the other.

Without looking up, she mumbled, "Um, no.  I guess not."  She was stirring again.  She wished she could stop it, but it was coming...the desire...she wanted this - anytime, anywhere.  She wanted his cock.  What was it like?  She had to know.  She hoped he would fill her mouth with his cum.  She hoped he would cum like he never had before.

She heard him pull his fly down, and looked up.  He was unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down around his ankles.  His cock was already hard.  She focused on it.  It was nicely proportioned.  Small as compared to what she was accustomed to but certainly average, at least.  She slid down off the captain's chair as Tommy moved to the back of the van and sat, knees wide, on the bench seat there.  Carol crawled forward, eyes focused on the object of her obsession. She was already breathing hard before she was close enough to take him in.  He reached down and roughly jerked her top off, tossing it over his shoulder into a small cargo area.  He pushed her into an upright kneeling position and reached around to undo her little skirt.  It fell down around her knees.  "Gimme that.", he ordered.

She pulled her slender legs through the skirt and handed it to him.  Over his shoulder it went.  He reached forward and roughly groped at her breasts.  His hands were cold.  "I been watching these nipples for four years now, Ms. Sizemore.  I knew I'd get my hands on 'em one way or another."  He tugged crudely forward and back on her nipples, as though milking a cow.  "These damned things have caused many a hard-on.  I had no idea they'd get this long!  Holy shit!  You're a freak, Ms. Sizemore.  Wait'll the boys know how long these things get!  Bald pussy too.  Alright!"

Carol remained quiet.  Her motor was revving despite Tommy's crudity and roughness.  What did she expect?  She was his play toy for the moment. Why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

He bent forward to suck on her nipples, and she reached down to take hold of his stiff cock and began stroking it.  She was mindful of the need to be careful, no need to cause him to spill his stuff outside of her mouth.  That would be a waste.  The warm wetness of his lips and tongue working her long, hard nipples was awesome.   His technique was not the greatest.  It felt like a baby wolf was eagerly suckling her.  But, oh...it felt great!

After a couple of minutes that seemed like hours to Carol, he finally leaned back and pulled her head down over his cock.  She was anxious to see how easy it would be to take him all the way into her throat.  The black man in the video store who had raped her mouth was so much bigger that she was confident she could swallow this one without any trouble.  He pushed the back of her head down until his cock met the back of her throat.  Before he could push further, she eased herself down a bit more, adjusting her angle, and swallowed.  He slipped easily through and down her throat!  She thought by his reaction that this had never been done for him, and she was glad.  She pushed and dragged and swirled her tongue over the underside and around the head as he began pumping her head up and down on his slender cock.  Tommy was worldly for his age, but he was still a young man.  He couldn't hold back for long.  When he started thrusting his hips upward in conjunction with pulling her head back down she knew he was close.  He started to moan as his orgasm approached, rapidly building, faster...she was...loving it...being face fucked...the whore...the cum slit....she wanted...him...to...

Grunting loudly he quickly pulled her head up by her ponytail with his right hand while grabbing and pumping his cock with his left.  He was going to cum on her face!  But she wanted...she opened her mouth wide, watching closely to try to catch the first...it was coming...

Tommy could see the crazy whore open her mouth wide.  She wanted it in there...for him to cum in her mouth.  He aimed higher...the first spurt shooting out forcefully and hitting her between her eyes...she struggled, pushing her head up to catch the next one...he pulled to the left...on her cheek...than another...her chin...ohhhhhhhhh...Tommy shoved his cock back into her mouth to be cleaned off by the cum-splattered whore.  Oh, shit!  That was great, he thought.   What a hot fuckin' bitch.  Who would have thought, Ms. Sizemore! Tommy began to laugh at his good luck.  She wanted it so bad she was licking it off him...every drop.  She was gathering the cum off her face onto her fingers and...she loved it...she was eating it like it was chocolate or something.  This was un-fucking-believable!

 

 

After tormenting candi a bit more she had secured her, gotten dressed, and made her way to the slut's former home.  Karen was busy going through all of the slut's remaining possessions and making determinations as to what would be sold, thrown away, or kept. She planned a busy late afternoon and evening for the slut, and wanted to be there when she returned from her last day as a teacher. Slut was past due by about thirty minutes.

Karen wasn't picking up much that she could  decipher through the earpiece she was using to monitor slut.  It was either malfunctioning, slut was in a very quiet place, or she had failed to keep it with her.  Karen concluded the most likely scenario was the last one, which would provide an opportunity for punishment, along with the tardiness, of course.

She was confident that the improved "white noise" technology that she was testing had been highly successful in altering slut's mental outlook.  The static that seemed to innocently follow the porno movies that she played in the garage nightly had saturated the slut's brain with very specific behavior parameters.  Used in conjunction with the new drugs Karen had been given tacit authority to test, slut had quickly become a compliant, though not always diligently obedient, tool for Karen's use.    With the proper training and some fine tuning with respect to the drugs, she would have a useful personal servant in a fraction of the time it usually took.  With slut available as her test subject, she was free to experiment with candi.

By the time she completed her project, the entire house was in disarray. Everything that she had no use for had been thrown on the floor.  This amounted to a good seventy-five percent of the contents, she thought.  Most of it would bring a nice return at the slut's yard sale.  Karen suddenly heard a car door close in the earpiece.  Then she heard a car start.  The slut had left her purse in her car and was most likely now on her way home.  It sounded like she might be crying.  Most likely fear, Karen thought.  The poor thing hated to be punished, but punished she would be.

 

Carol was nearly frantic with the realization that she was so late.  Time had gotten away from her.  She had been betrayed by her lust for...Tommy's cock.  It had been a great disappointment for her not to have been able to swallow his cum directly, as she knew some had been wasted.  None should ever be wasted, she thought.  She shook her head.  Her thoughts were confusing her.  Why?  What was happening to her?  Oh, God!  Miss Karen is going to be waiting, and...she'll be pissed.  Carol drove as though every second she saved would somehow reduce her punishment.  By the time she wheeled the car into the driveway she had worked herself into a near-panic state.  Her chest was heaving, she was sweating, and her heart was beating as though she had just finished a hard run.  She ran up to the entrance and assumed her position:  Hands clasped behind her neck, elbows held wide, legs spread about three feet, chest up and out, back arched, and eyes lowered.  She waited, and waited...and waited.

 

Karen had decided well before the slut finally showed up that she would need to wait for the same period of time that she had been late.  And, she did.  It was nearly four thirty when Karen finally opened the door and ordered her to strip, but to leave her heels on.  Next Karen put her on her knees, just inside the door, and ordered her to give an accounting of the school day.  Karen was simply interested in how the slut's mind was characterizing events in her life.

 

Carol felt totally humiliated by the time she finished explaining to Miss Karen all that had happened to her that day.  I big part of the reason why was the micro recorder Miss Karen had turned on and placed in front of her on the floor. Every word was recorded.  She provided explicit details about her orgasm in the parking lot and the three blow jobs she had given.  She talked about how horny she had been, how her...cunt...had felt, and explained what it had been like to go through an entire school day dressed as a shameless whore.

All during this bizarre confession period she wondered why her house was torn up.  There were piles of things on the floor everywhere she looked.  It looked like what she imagined an amateur burglary to look like, except it was much too orderly to have been that.  Miss Karen didn't seem so very upset. Carol thought she would have been whipped already if she had been highly agitated.  Maybe it would be okay.  It seemed like forever had passed since Carol had last seen Miss Karen this morning, reclining naked, sipping coffee while Carol paraded back and forth for her in the little slut outfit. She felt much more relaxed now that she was finally home, and didn't mind telling Ms. Karen about her day.  There was nobody else to tell.

 

Every characterization the slut made had been in a sexual context.  She had clearly gotten to the point where Karen wanted her.  Being both compliant and constantly needful of both her own sexual release and a burning desire to satisfy others sexually was the first threshold in her plan to develop the slut into a first-rate personal servant.

"So, if I understand you correctly, you spent the day parading your slutty self in front of a school full of teenagers and managed to suck off the principal twice as well as a student.  Is that correct.?"

"Um.  Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied.  What could she say?

"Tell me why I might not have heard all of this.  When did you forget to keep your purse with you?"

A sense of dread descended over Carol.  She hadn't even though about it, but she had left her purse in the car when Tommy had called her to his van.  She confessed this to Miss Karen.

"You were late getting home because you were on your knees in a student's van, giving him a blowjob.  I didn't know about it because you FORGOT to follow your instructions?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."   Carol hung her head in shame.  She hated it when she displeased Miss Karen.  She only wanted to make her happy.

"I am not sure if I could find anyone in the world who would say that you weren't completely out of control, slut." "No, Miss Karen."

"I will think about what punishment might be appropriate.  I must say I am relieved that school is over with and that I have you full-time now.  Don't begin to think that you're going to have it easy.  Your life now is going to be very, very demanding.  Do you understand?"

Carol answered, then placed her hand over her mouth, signifying a request to speak.  Miss Karen sighed heavily.

"What!", she snapped.

Carol faltered.  Her confidence was at an all-time low.  "Um, this slut is...very sorry, Miss Karen.  This slut will work hard to make you happy." There.  She felt better.

"Time will tell, slut.  Time will tell."

"Yes, Miss Karen."

Time to get on with the business at hand, Karen thought.  She didn't have the time or desire to chit-chat with the slut.  "You're having a yard sale tomorrow. All of the things on the floor are what I don't want.  What can be sold you will carry to the garage.  What you think would not sell will be put in garbage bags and piled just inside the gate in the back yard.  There are labels and a pen on the breakfast nook counter.  You'll price every item after you have removed them all to the garage.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied.  All of her things...her husband's...their possessions...thrown away or sold?  How could...?

"By the way, your sister, Megan, is it?  Yes, she called today.  I had a nice, long talk with her about you. I told her how concerned I was about you and your...well, activities.  She wasn't surprised.  She said she always knew you were a slut.  I had no idea anyone could be as cruel to a little sister as you were.  Did you really call her "cuntlicker" while she was growing up?"

Carol was startled, stunned.  "Uh...yes, Miss Karen.", she muttered.

"And you used to sit on her face and make her lick you?", Karen asked incredulously.

Carol felt her face heat up, she knew she was blushing bright red.  "No!  No, it's not...that's not true, ah, Miss Karen."

Karen knew the truth.  It was written all over the slut's face.  It was immaterial what came out of her mouth.  Karen ignored the denial.  "Oh, by the way...I have made a "date" for you with the nice boy who helped you load your cage the other night, remember?"

Carol was having difficulty jumping subjects.  She wasn't able to settle things in her mind before the next shock hit her.  "Yes, Miss Karen.  I, sorry.  This slut remembers him."

"Good!  I'm delighted.  He gets off work tonight at ten o'clock.  You're meeting him in the parking lot at work.  You're giving him a blowjob in his car.  Then, you're going to tell him he can get a free blowjob every week if he can get ten of his friends to call your cellphone number to schedule their own blowjobs.  If not, he'll have to pay thirty dollars like everyone else.  Do you understand this?"

Oh, God!  "Um, why?...yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied.  Thirty dollars?  Like everyone else?  What did that mean?  Was she...was...?

"When you've completed your little task for the yard sale we'll get you in contact with your friend Ralph.  He'll be invited over at his earliest opportunity and you'll have him fuck you in the ass out by the pool.  Won't that be fun?"

Out by the pool?  Here?  Oh, my God!, Carol thought.  Then the image of his cock sprang to mind and she didn't feel so badly.  Who would know?  "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Good!  Now get busy!"  Karen turned and strolled off to the kitchen to make herself a nice dinner.

Carol rose and began hustling about the house, carrying armloads full of items back and forth to the garage.  Her mind was completely preoccupied with thoughts of the decadent things she would be doing soon.  She continued to be tormented by the metal balls sliding around inside her.  In only a couple of minutes her inner thighs were wet and her nipples were standing straight out.  She found that her many distractions prevented her from focusing on and caring about the items she was taking to the garage.  She simply wanted to finish the job to end the delicious torture going on in her pussy.  It felt wonderful and it made her feel so very excited.  But, if she weren't permitted an orgasm it all added up to nothing more than frustration.  If she could just take them out...but would she?  She wasn't sure, now that she thought about it.  It wasn't terribly bad to be so horny...she told herself not to think, but to do.  Thinking got her in trouble.  Just do. Don't think.

CHAPTER XVII: School's Out Part 4

Carol hadn't eaten anything substantial in days.  The smell of Miss Karen's cooking had caused her to realize just how hungry she really was.  The few cucumbers, bananas, and carrots she had been fed hadn't done much to give her that comfortable, full feeling that she longed for.  It was a disappointment when Miss Karen finished eating and placed her dishes in the sink.  Carol was quite busy trying to price all the items she had carried to the garage to be sold tomorrow, and assumed nothing had been saved for her to eat - again.

She had successfully bagged up more than thirty trash bags full of possessions that could not be sold and were to be thrown out.  She had piled them up in the corner of the back yard just inside the privacy fence gate next to the garage. Through it all, her level of excitement never subsided.  She had to stop what she was doing several times and wait patiently for the early stirrings of an orgasm to pass.  The whole house smelled of her pussy, she knew.  She was coated with her own juices down to her knees.  Her feet were killing her as she had been in the heels for more than thirteen hours.  Running around the house naked was arousing in and of itself.  She saw how Miss Karen looked at her, and only longed to be used by her.  She so wanted to be between those long legs, and wondered why she hadn't been given the chance.  To increase her odds she paid close attention to her movements, attempting in every way to ensure she moved enticingly and with sexual grace, as Miss Karen had begun to teach her.  If only...

Carol had been working for so long in pricing her things that she was startled when Miss Karen entered the garage.

"Where is the title to the car, slut?", she asked casually.

"Um...above the refrigerator...in the cabinet above the refrigerator, Miss Karen.", Carol stammered.

"You'll need to hurry.", Karen said flatly as she walked back into the house. She didn't have any use for the car, but a minivan might come in handy.  She would have the slut trade it in tomorrow after the yard sale.  Karen retrieved the title and put it on the kitchen counter.

 

Carol finally completed the assignment at about eight o'clock and sought out Miss Karen for further instructions.  She found her in the living room, rearranging some of the items that had been kept in the house.  Carol appreciated what she had done.  Her...owner was a very intelligent and capable woman.  Now Carol knew she had good design sense, too.  Carol assumed her position and waited patiently while Miss Karen continued to redecorate.  Her mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of Ralph's long, beautiful cock filling her ass, and of the boy, the...stranger she was going to suck tonight.  She loved the powerlessness of knowing what would be expected of her and that she could, or would, do nothing about it.   She did what she was told.  That was simple.   She was happy that way...and she was horny that way.

 

Karen noted when the slut entered, but chose to ignore her to see if she would exhibit any weakness by resorting to making a sound.  She didn't, which was good.  "Go do the dishes, take the trash out, wipe down the kitchen counters, pour me a scotch, and be back here in five minutes.", Karen ordered without turning around.

While the slut scurried off to complete her work Karen opened her sports bag and neatly arranged a pair of butterfly clamps, handcuffs, a household fly swatter, and a large latex dildo featuring a suction cup base on the coffee table.   Then she continued moving figurines, lamps, some artwork, books, and other items around the room until it began to suit her.

The slut returned within the allotted time and was allowed to spend a few more minutes waiting.  Karen knew she could clearly see the items on the coffee table and wanted her to have some time to ponder what might be in store for her. Karen could not catch her changing position, sighing, or watching her as she moved around the room.   The slut stayed dutifully motionless and in perfect position, including holding the drink out so that Karen could easily grasp it when she wanted it.

"Tell me how you contact Ralphy whenever you are desperate for a little tryst with his big black cock, slut.", Karen said as she stepped closer to retrieve the drink.

"I, ah.  Sorry.  This slut dials his cellphone, Miss Karen.  If it rings I hang up after one ring.  If the message recorder is on I say " wrong number" and hang up.  He usually calls back to my cell phone within a few minutes.", Carol explained nervously.

 

Karen ordered her to go into the guest bathroom and remove the anal plug from her ass and the ben-wa balls from her cunt, then get her cellphone.

 

Carol was grateful at first to be able to free herself of the intrusive reminders of her status that had plagued her all day.  Once she had them out, however, she felt oddly empty...she missed them.  She had gotten so used to their presence that now it felt strange that she was not filled front and back. She retrieved her cellphone and returned to the living room, where Miss Karen ordered her to stand at the corner of the coffee table on which the dildo had been mounted.  It looked delicious to Carol, so long and nicely formed.  It was a nice size.  It would feel good inside her...cunt.

"Dial his number.", Karen ordered as she spread a bit of lubricant over the tip of the dildo.

Carol dialed.  It rang once and she hung up.

"Now, turn around with your back to the table.  You're going to spread your legs now, and lower yourself down..."

As Carol began to lower her body toward the table she noted Miss Karen adjusting the tip of the dildo no so that it was ready to slip into her cunt, but instead held it against her ass.  Carol hesitated, hoping Miss Karen was mistaken, hoping her cunt would be filled.  She didn't want...

"Ease down now, slut.  Put your hands down on the table behind you and lean back.", Miss Karen instructed her.

She understood and appreciated the purpose of being filled all day with the anal plug.  She was surprised at how easily the large dildo began to slide up into her without pain.  She cramped a bit after it was what she thought to be three or four inches into her, but Miss Karen was allowing her to take it at her own pace.  She was grateful for that...it felt...so...dirty to be doing this. So...wrong!  But, she saw her nipples elongating and knew the other side of her was finding it to be, well...nice to be...filled again.  As she worked herself up a bit and down a bit further, she felt Miss Karen clasping a pair of handcuffs on her wrists.  She also walked around in front of Carol and kicked her ankles out wider.  So wide, in fact that her cunt lips separated, spilling a fresh dab of her love juices down over herself and onto the table.   Miss Karen installed the butterfly clamps on either nipple, close to it's base.  Carol winced at first but immediately began to appreciate the constant bite they provided on her hard nipples.  Carol was wrapped up in the lewdness of what she was doing now...enjoying feeling the thing probe her more deeply...being curious about how good it would feel when she could completely sit on it...fucking herself now...in long, luscious strokes...mmmmmmmm, it felt good!  Miss Karen was aiming now...holding the flyswatter in her right hand, down low, ready to swat her cunt with a quick upward snap of the wrist.  OH!  mmmmmm...good!  Oh, God!  It was....so....up and down...faster, fucking, fucking and fucking...God it felt sooooooooogoooood.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  SLAP!  OH! ssssssslut!   She was a slut....a whore for sex oh, God!  It felt soooo good!  The sound...she mmmmmm....SLAP!  Ah!

Karen was enjoying her little tableau.  The slut was readily fucking herself on the long black dildo, and was clearly feeling as wanton as the horniest slut that could be imagined.  To have seen so much dignity disappear and be replaced so quickly with this sort of...well, shamelessness was another clear verification that her accelerated training experiment was working.   She could clearly see the slut's wet little clit poking it's bright pink head out from among the glistening folds of cunt flesh. It made for a nice target.  Each time Karen swatted at it she sent a jolt of pure pleasure through the slut's body to her brain.  It was an entertaining thing to see, as the slut tended to roll her eyes in reaction to each swat.  She was taking the full length of the thing, and riding it as though she would never get enough of it.  As Karen had hoped, the cellphone rang just as things seemed to be ready to peak for the slut. "Keep fucking, slut!  Don't slow down or you will have a real problem!  Beg him to come here and fuck you in the ass tonight after eleven p.m. or tomorrow evening between eight and ten p.m."

"Ummmmyessssmissssskaren!"

Carol, with her hands cuffed behind her on the table and legs spread wide, continued raising and lowering her ass over the dildo as Miss Karen pressed the phone to her ear.  "Ummhello?", she answered.

"Hey baby." Ralph purred in reply.  His voice was soooo sexy.

"Hi!  I need you....mmmmm....to...ah....come fuck me in my ass,  Ralph, please?"

Ralph noted the breathlessness and wondered what was going on.  She was really hot for him.  She wanted fucked in the ass?  She never talked like that before...and never asked to be...crazy bitch.   Too bad he was on duty, or he could meet her at the motel...

"I....nnnnnneed you to come here by my house and fuck me in the ass!  Please?", Carol repeated, desperate to complete her assignment and have Miss Karen attend to her clit again.  "Please?  Come tonight?"

"Ah baby.  I's on duty.  Tomorrow?"

"Yessssssokay.  Tomorrow night between eight...between eight and ten okay? Okay...ummmmmmmmyesss.  Okay.  See you then."

When Karen knew the conversation had ended she termintated the call.  Tossing the cellphone onto the couch, she picked up the swatter.  "Stop, slut.", she ordered. Carol was beside herself with desire.  She couldn't believe...NOT...NOW!  She was soooooohot!  Oh...

"NOW SLUT!", Karen screamed, slapping her open-handed across her left cheek.

Carol was knocked sideways by the blow, tears instantaneously bursting forth with the pain and frustration and regret and fear of the moment.   Miss Karen was above her now, screaming and cursing, whipping her relentlessly with the swatter...across her breasts, her arms, whatever target it seemed to find.  The sting of it was manageable.  What Carol feared more than that was the displeasure of her Mistress...her...owner.  She dared not speak or cry out, but couldn't help but cry uncontrollably as the insults and stinging swats rained down on her.  She covered up...and allowed Miss Karen to have her way until she finally, mercifully, stopped.

 

An hour and a half later Carol found herself, again, dressed like a slut.  Miss Karen had put her in a pair of little blue nylon shorts and a tube top, and nothing else.  Not even shoes.  She had been handed one condom and was told to meet the boy in the parking lot, give him a blowjob using the condom to collect his cum.  Miss Karen said the full condom must be presented to her when Carol got home in order for her to qualify for her reward.  She was to tell the boy he could get a free blowjob every week as long as he got ten friends to call her cellphone number within the next three days and schedule themselves blowjobs for thirty dollars each.  She was to give him the cellphone number, then return home.

The now usual fear and dread that Carol experienced each time Miss Karen put her through another humiliating experience were still present.  Carol remained exceptionally horny, however, and the thought of sucking another cock was very appealing to her despite the circumstances.  She felt empty, worthless, and unused with nothing in her pussy or ass, and knew she would feel much better once she had a real cock in her mouth to satisfy.  She had soaked through the too-small shorts even before she had gotten the car started.   She knew she couldn't avoid toying with herself just a bit as she drove to the warehouse store, and ended up wishing the drive were a little longer.  She was beginning to relish the taste of her own sex, and spent some of the drive time drenching her fingers in her juices and sucking them dry.  By the time she got there, her car smelled so strongly of sex that even she noticed it.  She thought it might become a permanent fragrance given the amount of herself that had poured out onto the seat over the past few days.

 

 

Karen returned home after sending the slut off to do a bit of marketing.  She found candi just where she had left her, looking frightened and uncomfortable as she lay in the grass, hogtied.  Karen reached between her legs and spread her smooth labia enough to force a finger inside her, probing for the egg she had inserted a few hours before.  She was surprised both by the fact that the batteries were still functioning and that candi was producing copius amounts of her sweet nectar.  She pulled the egg out and shut it off before placing it in candi's mouth for safekeeping.  Licking her fingers clean, Karen began removing all of the lead fishing weights that she had suspended from candi's various piercings.

Once finished, she unlocked the girl's wrist cuffs from her ankle cuffs and allowed her a few seconds to stretch.  Karen had a great deal of confidence in the collar she had been testing on candi.  It had proven to be effective at keeping her silenced.  Karen knew that eventually candi could be taught to accept virtually any punishment silently, which would be an endearing attribute. Candi remained nicely striped across her midsection.  It was clear that the egg was keeping her nicely aroused.  Though she was obviously fearful of Karen and anything she might do, the desire in her eyes was as easy to read as a children's book.

Karen bent to take the leash in her hand.  "Come now, piggie.  Time for a little walk!", she exclaimed enthusiastically.  The evening air was descending, bringing relief from the oppressive heat that had been present all day.  Karen knew the creature had to be thirsty, so she walked her over to the faucet that was mounted on the privacy wall about half the distance toward the back of the house.  Candi crawled along nicely, as though she didn't find being on all fours at all unnatural. Karen nudged her head up tightly toward the faucet and turned it on.  Cold water shot out into candi's face, splashing off her nose and down onto the grass. Karen stepped back to avoid getting wet.  "Have a little drink now, candi.", Karen ordered.

 

Megan was so thirsty she wished at first that she could just put her lips around the faucet and drink all the water that was coming out.  She drank greedily until she was completely sated, feeling her belly sag under the weight of all the water she had taken in.  It felt good to have the cold water splashing over her face and head, and she took advantage of it by dipping her head under it and trying to get it to spray across her back.  She had been so hot all day that anything cool was a welcome relief.  She felt grateful that she wasn't being abused, at least for the moment, and that she could drink freely from the faucet rather than from the bowl.   She had managed a couple of great orgasms while she lay in the shade by rolling over onto her belly and grinding her pussy down into the grass while the egg droned on  inside her.  She thought it was probably something she shouldn't have done, and felt guilty about it for some reason.  It was all so confusing.  She didn't feel so disoriented anymore and had spent a considerable amount of time while she was alone to ponder her fate.  Being completely shaved and pierced as she was did not seem to her to be the sort of thing someone did to you if they planned to let you go.  That was...kind of beyond, like, just kidding, or, like, it was just a crazy idea.  There couldn't be any innocent explanation or excuse for doing that to somebody.  So, she worried...that this was, maybe, not a good thing at all.  It was so sick and kinky and weird...and confusing in so many ways.  The lady was so pretty, though.  And, she treated Megan as though she owned her.  There was something about that that Megan liked.  She didn't know what, though.  She just liked that part of it.  Maybe, she felt like she finally belonged someplace rather than always feeling like the outcast or the misfit.  The lady was accepting her as her own.  But, she whipped her, too.  She was cruel, or could be cruel.  Megan's feet hurt.  The weird shoes that had been put on her were similar to the braces that had bent her feet so painfully her first couple of days.  She preferred the shoes to the braces, but they weren't exactly a walk in the park.  She wondered why they had even been put on her, as they obviously weren't suitable for walking...

"Do you have to pee, candi?", the woman asked.

Megan, unable to speak, simply nodded.  The lady turned the faucet off and tugged the leash, leading her toward the middle of the yard.  "Have you ever seen a female dog pee?", she asked conversationally.

Megan looked up.  She nodded.

"Good!  You'll pee like a little bitch should candi, but only with permission, do you understand?"

The lady patted Megan on her bald head as she nodded.  "You'll need to spread your knees wide and lower your little cunt down toward the grass.  I'll expect your back to be nicely arched."

Megan did as was directed, but found her feet being kicked out wider.  "Turn your toes out and push the inside of your feet and your lower legs down flat against the ground.  That's it.  Arch your back...good!  Arms straight down...now pee."

 

After teaching the little pig how to pee Karen looped a light chain around each leg just above the knee and snapped the other end to each respective nipple ring.  Then she retrieved a pair of bondage mittens from her supply box and fitted them over candi's tiny hands.  In this way the little thing could be kept from standing but could still crawl quite comfortably.  The fingerless mittens locked in place around her wrists, preventing her from being able to unfasten the chains.  She held her hand in front of candi's mouth to accept the egg and put it away.  "You need some exercise.  I'll expect to see you crawling around out here at all times until further notice.  Do you understand?"

The creature looked up at her plaintively and nodded. "You are never to look a superior in the eye again, piggie.  Your eyes are never to focus on anything above a pussy or cock, do you understand?"

Candi nodded.

"Good.  Now, the pool and the deck around it are off limits to you.  Stay in the grass and move about quickly or things may be unpleasant for you."

With that, Karen dropped the leash and turned to enter the house.  She needed to assemble her incline stocks as she intended to use them tomorrow.  She was quite confident the little cunt would keep herself busy crawling around the yard until she told her otherwise.

 

Megan turned to begin crawling around the yard, dragging the leash between her legs and worrying that the chains attached to her knees would hurt her if they tugged on the nipple rings too harshly.  The heavy leather mitts on her hands were strange.  It took her a while to understand why they had been put on her. It hadn't occurred to her that she would have taken the chains off even if she could.  There was no telling what the lady...Karen, or whatever, what she would do.  It was best just to do what she was told and hope for the best.

 

Only a few days earlier Carol would have felt like a dirty whore waiting in a dark section of the warehouse store parking lot for a practical stranger to come meet her for a blowjob.  As it was, she was keeping herself on the verge of a shattering orgasm while she waited to get another cock into her mouth.  She didn't like the idea of having to use a condom as it would prevent her from getting the reward she wanted, but instant gratification would have to take a back seat to specific instructions from Miss Karen in this case.  She had the condom in her hand, ready to put it on the boy as soon as she could either get him in her car or get into his.  Her other hand was between her legs, gliding up and down over her sopping wet cunt lips, carefully avoiding her throbbing clit because of the certainty that it would put her over the edge.  The tight little shorts presented her with enough of a problem in that they crept up so tightly into her that it was difficult to avoid being aroused.  Now, at least, with the shorts pulled out of the way, she could keep her clit from coming into contact with anything but the cool air conditioning that blew out from under her dash.

She barely remembered the boy.  When she had last been here, dressed like a hooker and freshly gang fucked, she was so shocked by events and so humiliated by her appearance that she avoided eye contact with everyone.  The last thing she would have done is ask the boy for his phone number.  She had thought Miss Karen had gotten it only to add to her humiliation, not to actually contact him and arrange for a quick blowjob in the parking lot.

Finally, the boy exited the building and approached the area where she had parked.  She had no idea what Miss Karen had told him.  She only knew what she was to do and say to him.  She flashed her headlights at him, hoping he would come to her car.  He turned in her direction, looking nervous.  Carol tugged her tight shorts back over her pussy and quickly licked her fingers off.

He approached the driver's side, so she lowered her window.

"Hey.", he said flatly.

"Hi!", Carol replied enthusiastically.  "Good to see you again!", she added.

"Uh huh."  He glanced around quickly.  "What's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"What, uh, what did you want to meet me for?"

"Oh!", Carol thought quickly.  He hadn't been told.  She didn't want to scare him off.  That was the first thing.  "I, ah.  I wanted to talk to you.  C'mon. Have a seat!"  She patted the passenger seat.

He hesitated, looking around more.  "About what?"

This wasn't going to be easy, Carol thought.  "Oh, stuff!  C'mon!"

"Stuff?",  he asked nonchalantly.  "What's "stuff" gonna cost me?"

He thinks I'm a hooker, Carol thought.  Who wouldn't?  She wanted to tell him she wasn't a hooker, but then thought about what she was supposed to propose to him, which would prove she was a hooker.  But she wasn't, really. Not...voluntarily, really.  "Nothing.  I'll make you an offer you can't refuse!", she finally answered, smiling.

"Okay?  And?"

She liked the boy.  He seemed like a nice kid.  Probably taking night classes or saving to go to college in a couple years.  He was streetwise, though.  No dummy. "Wellllll,..." She said, using what she thought was her most seductive voice. "...I, ah, need to make some money and, well.  I was thinking a nice guy like you probably knows a few people that aren't so bad.  Sooooo..."  For emphasis she pulled down the tube top with both hands to display her breasts and stiff nipples to him.  "...I was going to offer you, like, a free blowjob every week that you can arrange for at least, like, ten buddies to meet me somewhere for blowjobs for, like, thirty dollars?"  Now she felt like a whore.  Now she knew she had just stated her price and her plan, and that all of it added up to her being nothing more than a hooker.  She blushed.  She was suddenly ashamed, and wanted to be a hundred miles away.

"Who was that lady with you when you bought your cage?"

"Oh.  That was, ah, Karen.  She is my...friend."

"Hmmm.  It seemed like she was kind of like in charge of you?"

"Um...maybe a little bit.", Carol answered, feeling uncomfortable with exposing anything relating to the nature of her relationship with Miss Karen.

"So I get a free blowjob every week that I can get ten customers for you?"

"Basically, yes.  Starting now, tonight."  She rolled her nipples in her fingers.  He had his eyes fixed on them as the bulge in his jeans grew a bit larger.

"You got any diseases or anything?"  He asked casually.

"Um, no.  But I have a condom for you anyway...I have to..."

"Okay.", he said, surprising her.  He quickly moved around the front of the car and jumped in the passenger door.

Carol raised her window back up and turned in his direction.  Puttng her hand on his thigh, she said, "Let me give you this phone number for you to give out. Your friends can call to find out where I'll be and what time to be there, okay?"

He took the card that her cellphone number had been written on and slid it in his wallet.  "Okay.", he said noncommitally.

A brief moment of awkward silence passed between them, before he spoke first. "So, how long do I have to wait?"

Carol leaned over to unfasten his jeans.  She wanted that cock.

CHAPTER XVIII  Making Arrangements

Carol drove home feeling she had experienced more than her fair share of guilty pleasure.  She had dutifully drained the boy, Tommy, into the condom Miss Karen had supplied for the purpose.  She knotted it at the top and saved it as proof that she had performed her assigned task.  Tommy was young, though, and Carol was able to make him hard again, this time for herself.  Though not nearly as volumous as his first orgasm, she did feel very satified to have fresh cum coating the back of her throat.  She couldn't explain her obsession with it, but she loved it and wanted more and more.  Of course, she had allowed Tommy to take a few liberties with her.  He had gotten a couple of fingers into her and found that she was more than ready to hump his hand while she sucked his cock.  She came twice before it was all over.   In the end, Carol knew she had impressed upon him how very important it would be for him to come up with ten friends for her to suck.   He certainly would want more of what he had gotten tonight.

She expected to have to wait in position outside her own door before Miss Karen would allow her in.  But, only three or four minutes passed before the door opened and she was waved inside.  Miss Karen held her hand out, and Carol knew what she wanted.  She placed the filled condom in Miss Karen's hand and was rewarded with a smile.  That was nice.  Carol never knew quite what to expect. She hoped the reward Miss Karen had mentioned earlier would be pleasant.  It wasn't beyond her to turn a reward into some sort of cruel trick.  Carol still feared her, and she feared being slapped.  She was told to strip, which only took a second given that all she wore was the shorts and tube top.  She assumed her position and waited while Miss Karen took the condom in the direction of the kitchen.

Carol was then directed into the living room and placed in a kneeling position on the coffee table, facing the couch.  Miss Karen assembled a few things, placing them around the table in different locations.  Carol was afraid to look, knowing she would either be disappointed or frightened by what she might see. She was able to steal a glance here and there at Miss Karen, who was wearing a nice little sundress that looked comfortable and cool.  It wasn't the sort of thing Carol was used to seeing her in, and it made her seem a little less intimidating.

Finally, when everything must have been in place, Miss Karen stood directly in front of Carol.  She reached forward and touched Carol just under her chin, raising her face up until they made eye contact.  Her eyes were so piercing, Carol thought.  Like she knew every answer before the question was asked.

"You will keep constant eye contact with me until told otherwise.  Do you understand?"

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

"We need to update your rules and establish your role so that we can begin to thoroughly train you to ensure you perform in a satisfactory way." Karen began.

Carol wanted to lower her eyes.  It was so difficult to keep eye contact with her.  It just didn't seem right.  It wasn't natural.

"Until now, you have been wallowing around in an undisciplined way, trying to get yourself fucked and being constantly supervised or bound otherwise.  I have not been able to trust you to do exactly what you have been told.  At first you felt you had no choice and did certain things to protect your reputation and prevent others from emotional distress.  Now, though, I think you have fully accepted that you are a natural whore and know that you would probably allow yourself to be a cock hound the rest of your worthwhile days, if you were left to your own devices."

Tears welled up in Carol's eyes.  The words were true, but she didn't want to have to admit it.  Not even to herself.  She could see that Miss Karen was reading her without asking questions.

"Recite your pledge now, slut."

Carol had no idea what was going to happen.  She was frightened, and her quavering voice showed it.  "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.  I pledge the full application of my mind, body, and soul to your satisfaction, Mistress."  By the time she finished, tears were slowly trailing down over her cheeks.  The pledge had passed through her mind so many times that it was easy to repeat it.  What was troubling to her now was that it wasn't something she had done reluctantly.  She meant it, but she didn't know why.  It...didn't make sense.

Carol knew she was expected to kiss Miss Karen's feet as a final sign of complete obedience each time she recited her pledge.  But, the requirement to maintain constant eye contact made that impossible, so she waited, gazing into those cruel, cold, ice blue eyes.  Miss Karen raised her right leg up and placed her foot on the edge of the table.

"You may perform your duty, slut, then return to your position."

Carol bent forward, watching her tears drop onto the tabletop, then onto Miss Karen's bare foot.  She kissed it passionately, from the toes to the ankle and back again before being told, "enough".  Reluctantly she rose and reassumed her position, kneeling, knees spread wide, hands clasped behind her neck, elbows held back in alignment with her body.  She looked up, into the eyes of her possessor.  Miss Karen moved her foot forward until her toes came in contact with Carol's wet pussy.  Carol moaned softly, feeling her nipples lengthening.

"You may be in a very dangerous situation, slut.", Karen said quietly.  "You need to make some decisions to ensure your safety."  She wiggled her toes slowly, feeling them dampening with the slut's cunt juice.  The slut lowered herself just a touch, stupidly thinking Karen hadn't noticed.  "Given your whorish behavior lately, I'd say the odds that you have fucked or sucked someone with AIDS is fairly good.  I'd say that even if you haven't contracted something fatal yet, you are likely to soon enough."  Karen paused for effect, allowing the thought to sink in and circulate.   "Fortunately for you, I have access to both curative medications as well as vaccines that are only available to very important people, like me.  The trouble is, I'm just not sure you're worth it. Are you worth it, slut?"

Carol hadn't though at all about the risks she had taken.  Her overwhelming horniness had obscured any thoughts she might have had about diseases and things.  Miss Karen was right.  She might already be...spreading something.  She nodded quickly.  "Yes, Miss Karen!"

"Well, I have my doubts.  I've lost track of the infractions you've racked up. I've been very easy on you, but, as I said, those days are over.  I wonder what you would be willing to do to illustrate that you are worth saving?  Do you have any suggestions?"

Carol thought quickly.  "Umm.  Anything, Miss Karen!  Anything you ask!"

The slut was certainly sounding earnest.  Her eyes couldn't lie.  It was too easy.  "Anything?"

Carol nodded.  "Yes, Miss Karen!", she answered enthusiastically.

"I see...well then.  I had thought of a problem.  The problem is your old life and your old relationships.  We need to find a way of disposing of all of it so that you can begin your new life, and begin it cured of, and protected from, any life threatening illnesses.  Do you understand?"

Carol, feeling the warm toes slowly exploring the flesh between her legs, was beside herself with desire...again.  Still she gazed into Miss Karen's all-knowing eyes.  "Yes, Miss Karen."  She understood.

"How might we free you of, say, your marriage to...what's his name?"

Carol hadn't thought that far ahead.  She had been thinking of Ray a lot lately, but mostly in the context of being glad he was gone.  The marriage hadn't exactly been a passionate or interesting one.  It had taken her out of her hometown and gotten her to Florida.  Sometimes it seemed like there wasn't much left.  The frequent separations she endured lasted long enough for her to become accustomed to being effectively single, only to force her to readapt to having Ray around between deployments.  She wasn't being asked to choose.  She was being asked how to get rid of Ray.

"I could, um.  Oh.  This slut could email him, Miss Karen.  Asking for a separation."

"A separation?  Until when, until I decide to share you with him?"

Carol became aware that she had begun rotating her hips over Miss Karen's toes and wondered if she should stop.  She was afraid that if she stopped Miss Karen might notice that she had started.

"Um, until, until Miss Karen decides to end it."

"End what?  The separation?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

"You really are just as dumb as the table you're kneeling on, slut.  It's over. There's no ending of this or that.  There's no giving you back.  This is permanent.  Forever.  Until you die or I get rid of you.  There is no "normal" life ahead for you, ever.  You are already in a permanent state of servitude, slut.  You're a slave."

The eyes were dead serious.  Carol was taken aback.  She had known of all the cruelty and torment Miss Karen was capable of.  She had been through a world of experiences in only a few days.  She knew her old life would pale by comparison and that she would never be the same again.  But, she had always thought that, well, that once Miss Karen had her fun it would be...over.  Slave?  Permanent? Tears were coming with more frequency now, but she wasn't crying, not yet. Slowly, she nodded her head in understanding.  She hadn't fully assimilated it yet, but she understood.  It wasn't a fantasy come true.  It was real.  She had been pretending.  Oh, God!

Seeing the realization take hold inside the slut's simple brain, Karen thought she'd try again.  This was like housetraining a beagle, she thought.

"I can make it so your husband never comes home again, if that's what you prefer, slut.  He can just go away and never be seen.  Is that what you want?"

"No, Miss Karen!"  Carol didn't love him as she once did, but she did still care on some level.

"Well?"

Carol so desperately wanted to look away.  It took all her strength to maintain eye contact.  She was confused and angry and horny and in love with this woman who controlled her as expertly as a master puppeteer.  Hesitantly, she replied, "I could file divorce papers.  Sorry.  This slut could file divorce papers, Miss Karen."

Karen was getting tired of standing on one foot, so she lowered herself down onto the couch, leaving her right foot pushed up between the slut's legs.  Her toes were now deeply embedded into the wet, hot flesh of the slut's cunt.  This was certainly having an effect on Karen, but she needed to concentrate on making progress before giving way to pleasure.

"But what would keep hubbie from pursuing you?  How could you make it a clean, permanent break?"

Carol thought for a while, but the combination of staring into Miss Karen's eyes and feeling her toes gliding back and forth along her slit made it difficult. She didn't know what to say.  "Um.  I could tell him I met someone else?"

"That might work.  What about the house?"

The house?  "Um.  This slut doesn't know...about the house, Miss Karen."

"You have power of attorney while he is gone, correct?"

"Umm, yes, Miss Karen.  But I...this slut isn't sure if it means I can...sell it?"

"It does, slut.  The fool gave you unlimited power of attorney before he left. He must have trusted you a lot.  It's a shame for him he married a whore.  How long were you fucking Ralphie before I introduced myself?"

Carol felt a wave of shame wash over her.  "Oh.  About...six months or so, Miss Karen." "So you were fucking a black man behind your husband's back even before he left?"  Karen already knew all of the answers.  She was just guiding the slut toward the course of action she had already determined.

"Um, yes, Miss Karen."

"And, that's what got you into this trouble, eh?"  Karen smiled, tilting her head sympathetically.

"Yes, Miss Karen."

"So, maybe honesty is the best policy?  Maybe you should admit to him that you have been unfaithful and tell him you are divorcing him because you want a...lifestyle change?"

That made sense to  Carol, although she didn't like the thought of how much such an admission would hurt Ray.  She knew, though, that sailors half expected hearing such news while deployed.  It was a legendary part of being at sea.  She nodded.  "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Do you think you can keep your job after gobbling on your principal's cock?"

Carol hadn't thought about her job.  She was just trying to make it through the day, and follow her instructions to be agreeable to everyone.  How did Miss Karen know?  She seemed to know everything.  Carol wondered if she knew about the boy...sucking that boy in the van.  She must.  She must know everything.

"Um, I, this slut doesn't know, Miss Karen."

"You don't know much, except how to suck and fuck.  I'll be teaching you much more, slut.  I'm just trying to help you sort out this mess you've gotten yourself into.  Go ahead and settle yourself down better on my foot.  I know it will make you feel better.  Don't get carried away, though."

Carol accepted the invitation as well as the warning.  "Yes, Miss Karen."  She lowered her sopping pussy down further, until Miss Karen's toes were beginning to penetrate her.

"There now.  My opinion is that when a teacher lowers herself to the point that you have, dressing like a whore, having orgasms in class, sucking the principal and a student, and asking for phone numbers, she has pretty much pissed her credibility away.  Wouldn't you say that's true?"

"Um.  Yes, Miss Karen."  Carol's thoughts were centering more on her pleasure than the conversation.  She knew her eyes were saying so as she fought to keep them from losing focus.

"I think, to help you feel better, we should have you hold your breasts for me. Like if you were offering them to me."

Carol dutifully took her hands from the back of her neck and cupped her breasts, holding them up and forward as she thought Miss Karen wanted.

"What I think, slut, is that you ruined your marriage and your career.  They aren't salvageable.  How do you undo the fact that you have  behaved like a brainless whore?  I think you need to resign your position before school starts again.  I know that you opted for the nine month pay plan and won't be getting any income through the summer, so there is no reason to delay your resignation, is there?"

Her career not salvageable?  It wasn't that bad, was it?  God, she was hot! Holding her breasts like that only made it worse, or better?  Whatever. Miss Karen was right.  "No, Miss Karen."

"Good!  You may look away now.  There is some paper and a pen there, to your right.  Write your last letter to Ray and your resignation to the school."  To ensure the slut was properly distracted, Karen adjusted her foot, brushing against the slut's clit and casually wiggling her toes against and around it while the slut wrote.

Carol had no idea what to write, so she kept it simple.  "Dear Ray:  I am sorry to tell you that I have met someone else and am filing for divorce from you. I am going through a lifestyle change and don't think we could work things out. I wish you the best.  Love, Carol.", and, "I hereby resign my position with the school district for personal reasons."

Karen took the papers from the slut.  They would do.  A nice glossy of Ralph ass fucking the slut would do wonders for making sure Ray didn't come after her. She smiled.  It was fun to be so devious.  The principal might think twice about taking advantage of another teacher if he got an audio recording in the mail along with the resignation.  She reminded herself to check her equipment for the most descriptive few seconds of the slut's time with the principal.   Maybe she would blackmail him, too.   A few extra bucks to buy toys with would be a plus.

"Well, that's that, then.", Karen said as she placed the papers beside her on the couch.  "Eyes back on me, slut.  What about your mother?"

Carol was taken aback.  Her mother?  What about her mother?  "Um, this slut, ah, doesn't know what Miss Karen means."

"Oh, surely you do, slut!  How could you hide what you've become from your mother?  Wouldn't it be cruel to have to explain to her that your marriage and career have failed and that you are now a simple piece of property?"

That was a point.  "Yes, Miss Karen."

"Wouldn't there be an easier way of...letting her think her good girl was okay? At least for a while?"

Why couldn't she just call her every couple weeks as she always had?  "Ah, this slut could just call her, couldn't she?"

"Oh, no, slut.  Your mother won't be a part of your new life.  Don't you see? It's all gone away thanks to your stupidity."

Carol's eyes welled up again.  She hated staring into Miss Karen's eyes.  It felt as though her soul were laid bare.  She couldn't think.  Her mother?

"Oh, how I hate waiting for your slow little brain to function slut!  I can arrange for your mother to be run over by a bus if you like.  I am telling you to come up with a solution for removing her from your life.  Now."

Carol shivered at the harsh tone Miss Karen had taken on.  She was growing impatient.  This had led to a whipping or a slap in past occasions, and Carol would do anything to avoid either.  "This slut could tell her I was going on a trip and, change my phone number?"

Karen rolled her eyes.  "You don't have a phone, let alone a phone number.  You don't have a house.  You don't have clothes.  You are an "it".  A thing.  Things don't own, they are owned."

Carol didn't know what to say, and she hadn't been asked a question, so she remained silent, hoping the impatience would not boil over into the rage Miss Karen was capable of.

"You may begin fucking yourself on my foot now, slut.  It'll help you think, I'm sure."  Karen straightened her foot, nestling the toes up into the wet hole above them.

Carol hadn't though of it as...fucking Miss Karen's foot.  She had thought she was just being teased and tormented while Miss Karen helped her work things out. Now, though...she lowered herself a bit, feeling the toes ease further up into her as her cunt stretched to accommodate them.  Miss Karen wiggled them a little as they went in.  Soon, Carol was feeling stretched and became concerned that she couldn't take much more.  She knew the shape of a foot, and couldn't imagine taking one.  It would have been just one more humiliation if she weren't feeling so completely possessed.  Miss Karen still held her gaze, a twinkle in her eye.

"Would it be feasible for you to write, explaining that you had decided to take a little vacation trip to, say, Cancun?", Karen suggested, not finishing with the part about never returning from the pretend trip.  She could see the slut's brow begin to furrow as her cunt tightened around Karen's foot.  Karen was wet and her nipples were hard.  It was a pleasant and interesting experience to have such a pretty slut riding one's foot.

"Mmmmmmmm.   Yes, Miss Karen." Carol answered distractedly.

"Good.  That's settled, then!  What about little sister...what's her name again?", Karen asked innocently.

"MMMegan, Mmmmissss Karen."

"Yes, Megan.  What of her?  What to do about her?"

Carol was gently bouncing up and down over Miss Karen's foot, feeling her cunt stretching wider on each downstroke.  Her inner thighs burned as they were all that was controlling her movements.  She wished she could support herself with her arms, but holding them up as Miss Karen required prevented it.  "She won't care, Miss Karen."

"But she's in the area, slut.  Do you want her coming back to discover what you've become in just a few days?"

Carol had been curious about where Megan was and why she hadn't come back yet. But, the little cunt had a mind of her own and wasn't above trying to make Carol and their mom worry.  She had assumed everything was okay.  Besides, she didn't want her coming back because of...what was going on.  With a wince, Carol felt herself stretching over the widest part of Miss Karen's foot.  She didn't want to pull back over it, so adjusted her knees a bit wider and continued to work down on the foot.  She kept looking into Miss Karen's eyes, but everything was a blur as she lost her focus and her cunt became the center of her attention.  She almost forgot to answer. "Nnnnnnnoooo, Miss Karen."

"Do you care what happens to her, slut?"

"NNNnnnnot really, Mmmmisss Karen.", Carol panted.

"Alrighty then.  I'll take care of removing Megan as an issue.  As for everyone else; neighbors, friends, and colleagues...when the appropriate time comes you'll simply tell them you're going on vacation."

"YessssMisssssKaren."  Carol was easing down further now, feeling so full and stretched, and so very, very horny.  She felt as though Miss Karen had a hold on her soul the way she was making her continue to keep eye contact.

"I wonder if you have any little black babies growing inside you, slut?"

"Nnnnnnnnnnoo, Miss Karen.", Carol moaned.  She was riding the foot up and down, up and down at a quick pace.  It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She desperately wanted to see what it looked like...to see how much of Miss Karen's foot was wet...to know how much was inside her.

"I have a lot of plans for you, slut.  Are you going to live up to my expectations?"

"Oh!  Yes Miss Karen!", Carol exclaimed, feeling herself inching ever closer to an orgasm.  Suddenly, with a loud, wet, sucking sound, she felt Miss Karen's foot slip out of her distended pussy.  Carol gasped.  First there was the quick, sharp pain, then the realization that, in her emptiness, she was not to be granted the pleasure of an orgasm.  Miss Karen was looking at her foot in disgust.

"Ewww.  Clean it off, slut!", Karen ordered.  She made sure she smeared as much of the slut's cunt juices over her face as she struggled to lick and suck Karen's foot clean.  When the task was finally completed, she ordered the slut onto the floor to compose her goodbye letter to her mother.  Ordering her to remain still or suffer severe consequences, Karen prepped the three syringes and injected their contents into the slut's ass without further comment.  Then, even as the slut wrote, Karen bent down and attached a pair of butterfly clamps about midway on each of the slut's long nipples.  She wanted her tender there for tomorrow, and leaving the clamps in place overnight was the way to do it.

Within minutes, Carol was secured in her cage with the white, static noise of the TV playing away across the garage.  She wondered what her reward was, and if she had gotten it.  She dreaded tomorrow and longed for it at the same time. She knew Ralph was coming, and he was going to fuck her one more time.

CHAPTER XIX Midsummer

The sun beat down incessantly, seeming to focus much of it's heat on the slut's cunt, barely concealed behind the little thong bottoms that Miss Karen required her to wear for each daily sunning session.  They lasted ninety minutes and involved six different positions. The slut was required to hold each for fifteen minutes.  Her current position, spread-eagled on her back, was always a challenge.  It felt as though her pussy were basting in it's own juices, and her exposed nipples were casting long shadows over the upper part of her breasts.

She had been tanning like this every day that weather permitted for the past four weeks.  Her tan was very dark and rich, and it contrasted nicely with her platinum blonde hair.  Miss Karen was very particular when it came to her tan lines, and insisted that she be exceptionally careful to ensure they were distinct. Slut always looked forward to laying out.  While she couldn't sleep, it did provide an opportunity for her to rest, adjust her thoughts, and daydream a bit.

The weeks since school ended seemed to have flown by.  She was kept busy every minute of every day, performing all of the home, lawn,  and pool maintenance, as well as the cleaning, laundry,  and cooking responsibilities for both of Miss Karen's homes.  She had been trained to serve as Miss Karen's personal assistant as well.  This involved bathing, helping Miss Karen dress and undress, applying her makeup and brushing her hair, and any other assignment Miss Karen might require.  Aside from her own rigorous exercise program and the time she had to devote to maintaining her appearance, she was also responsible for the care and cleanliness of her sister.

She continued to carry feelings of guilt over the fate of her sister.  On that fateful evening when Miss Karen helped her decide how to rid herself of her loved ones, she had said she didn't care what happened to Megan.  As she now knew, she had been unknowingly licking her sister's pussy as part of her training. Megan had already been captured by Miss Karen and was, at that time, being held against her will.

Slut felt lucky that she hadn't suffered the same fate as Megan, or candi, as she was now called.  Miss Karen was using candi much differently than she was using slut, and candi's life was a miserable one.   Slut felt wholly responsible for it.  Granted, candi had already been taken by the time slut said she didn't care what happened to her, but nothing would have happened to her if slut hadn't allowed her to come visit in the first place.  She also wouldn't have been taken if slut hadn't been such a whore in her old life, allowing Miss Karen to blackmail her.

She remembered how she was licking and sucking enthusiastically at the tasty cunt that Miss Karen used to train her when her blindfold was suddenly removed and she could see that it was actually Megan.  She hadn't recognized her at first because the angle of view obscured Megan's tattoos, and she didn't look like herself with her head shaved and all the piercings.  Megan looked down at slut in a sort of detached way that was very disturbing.  What was most distressing was what Miss Karen had said;  "Who's a cuntlicker now, slut?"  It meant Megan had told Miss Karen of all the abuse slut had forced upon her adopted little sister as they were growing up.  She would have known about the hours that slut sat on Megan's face, forcing her to pleasure her in exchange staying silent about Megan's sexuality.  She would have known how slut tied her up and whipped her, and about all the cruel things she had said about her in her presence.  She would know that slut really had been a bad person in her old life.

She recalled almost gagging at the realization that the tables had, in a way, been turned and that she had been licking her former victim's cunt.  She was repulsed by the thought, and tried vainly to turn away from her task.  Miss Karen forced her to continue her training and even made it worse by requiring her to make Megan cum.  This was done by fastening alligator clips to slut's nipples until she decided to start licking again.  Slut resisted for only a few seconds longer, finding the pain more unbearable than the trauma of licking her own sister's bald, pierced cunt.

Slut was required to manage candi without compassion of any kind.  She was often referred to as a "pig", "piggie", or "lawn pig", and was prevented from speaking or uttering any sound whatsoever.  Miss Karen had plans for candi, and was training candi for some specific use that slut didn't want to know about.  Slut had seen candi being injected with drugs and knew she was being subjected to some sort of programming while she slept or was otherwise idle.  Slut had been told to put headphones on her in the past but knew that whatever was playing wasn't music.  Candi's personality was not Megan's.  Candi was really more of an animal than a human.  All of the spark that had so annoyed slut earlier in her life was gone out of the person that, she supposed, was still her sister.  She had gleaned what little details she knew from a telephone conversation her owner had with a friend.  That friend was soon to come for a visit, which was unsettling to slut.

Slut had sold or disposed of all of her remaining possessions except a few clothes and shoes at Miss Karen's direction,  and had turned over all of the proceeds.

She had sold her house according to Miss Karen's wishes.  Who actually owned it she didn't know, but that was beyond her set of concerns anyway.  Miss Karen still maintained and used it.  Slut's husband, Ray, had been sent a check for half the ten thousand dollars profit on the sale, and had been informed that all of his possessions had been discarded.  He had no reason to come back to the house, and his deployment would not end for another two months.

Slut had said goodbye to her lover, Ralph, after begging him to fuck her in her ass.  Out by the pool, as he sawed is big, beautiful black cock in and out of her, she noticed Miss Karen shooting photographs through the curtains from the house.  She knew better than to mention it, and had no idea why it was necessary.  She only hoped no harm would come to Ralph.

Miss Karen had made slut disconnect the phone in case anyone she knew tried to reach her.  She had sent a letter to her mother that she was traveling to Cancun with Megan and that it might be a long trip.  She had mentioned in the letter that she was filing for divorce from Ray.

Miss Karen had made her trade in her car for a white cargo van, then had made her transfer the title to some other name, though Miss Karen still used it.  She had even retrieved Megan's car from a shop in Kissemee and had impersonated her to sell it for cash.  The cash had been given to Miss Karen, of course.

She had resigned her teaching position and was entirely dependent on Miss Karen since closing all of her bank accounts and turning all of the money over to her. Slut owned nothing and had nothing of her own.  She considered herself property and knew she had an entitlement to nothing other than what her owner permitted.

Every Thursday evening slut would drive the van to a predetermined location where her customers would meet for their thirty dollar blowjobs.  She continued to be required to collect their sperm in the condoms Miss Karen provided, and to deliver them home along with the cash she made.  Miss Karen was preserving the full condoms in the freezer, for what purpose slut couldn't begin to guess. Last Thursday she had given Miss Karen nine hundred thirty dollars and thirty two used condoms.  She was still providing a free blowjob to the boy from the warehouse store in exchange for her ever growing numbers of customers.

There were still times of nervousness and shame, especially when the boys who wanted the use of her mouth became verbally abusive toward her.  She accepted it all, though, because she loved sucking cocks and she loved satisfying Miss Karen.  She was prohibited from having orgasm except as specifically permitted or directed by her owner, so had to thward some of her customer's efforts to further arouse her.  She was tormented sexually.  She lived in a constant desire for sex, but was only occasionally granted an orgasm.  In most cases, she was allowed to give herself an orgasm only in a humiliating and degrading way.  She sometimes wondered when she would hit bottom, when nothing was beneath her and she carried out every order without shame or embarassment.

Slut felt very lonely at times.  Miss Karen rarely gave her any opportunity to speak now, and she was forbidden to say anything to candi other than to issue instructions.  Her customers weren't all that interested in getting any use out of her mouth other than milking their cocks, and she didn't have much contact with anyone else, other than incidental contact with strangers when she was running errands or purchasing groceries for Miss Karen.  She was usually dressed provocatively, which tended to minimize friendly conversations.  She got her share of attention from strange men but wasn't allowed to engage them in conversation, let alone fuck or suck them, which is what any conversation would ultimately have led to.  She was insatiable for sex, not for conversation.   It would be nice, though, to have someone to talk to.

She hadn't been called by her old first name since Ralph had come to fuck her that last time.  She thought of herself now as "slut" rather than "Carol".  She hoped no one would ask her what her name was in public, because she was sure she was likely to blurt out "slut" without thinking.

 

Karen was looking forward to Tawny's visit.  Her close friend and sometime lover had wanted to come a few weeks earlier but had been delayed by family matters of some sort.  She was due to arrive next week, but had called to prearrange delivery of henry and amy.  She had developed and tested a slave shipping system and wanted for Karen to evaluate it.  Karen was intrigued by the idea, but didn't want to take delivery herself, believing the risk to be too high.  But, Tawny had finally convinced her by concocting a plan to ship her slaves to a friend in Miami if Karen could arrange for them to be picked up.  Karen had decided it would be okay, and planned to send the slut south in the van for that purpose.

Tawny seemed to know everyone who could be of use, and was a wonderful resource in a number of ways.  She was bringing her tatoo and branding kits, and would be able to help Karen decide how to improve both the slut and candi.  Independent opinions were always helpful.  Karen hoped, also, that she could borrow Tawny's farm in the mountains for a few weeks before returning to duty.  She was feeling ever more claustrophobic in Florida.  The farm was very large and remote.  It was a charming place to be with one's slaves.

Karen also wanted to explore breast augmentation for the slut, and hoped Tawny's friend the plastic surgeon could do the job on short notice.  She didn't think much could be done with candi that would prove worthwhile, but was open to suggestions.

She was planning to go to the beach with slut today, after slut's tanning session ended.  It would be a fun afternoon filled with interesting games.  Slut had begun to provide good entertainment in that she did not hesitate to follow orders to the letter.  She could be placed in interesting positions, and it was great fun to watch her deal with different situations.  Each opportunity represented a chance for the slut to learn and grow in her servitude, and Karen continually emphasized the need for slut to be ready for anything at any time. Only then could she maximize her potential uses.

It was exceptionally hot out today, so Karen had opted to stay inside while slut sunned herself.  She was enjoying a nice glass of iced tea and doing a crossword puzzle as candi exercised on the other side of the room.  Karen enjoyed finding creative ways to keep candi well toned.  She obviously couldn't take the thing, such as it was, to the local gym.  She also couldn't send her out for a run since determining that candi would not be on her feet without ballet shoes or boots on.  Typically candi was kept on all fours until some purpose arose in which she needed to be human for a while.

Karen had locked the older pair of ballet shoes onto candi nearly an hour earlier, and had tightly bound her wrists and elbows together behind her back. Then, she had simply lifted her onto the seat of the stationary bike, positioned her feet such that the pedals were forced between the heels and soles of the shoes, and told her she needed to ride fifteen miles within the hour.

Karen smiled to herself at the effort candi was expending.  She was certainly getting a worthwhile workout today, as she did every day.  Sometimes the workouts lasted all day long, and were punctuated by breaks that involved all manner of ingeneous torment.  Karen had been surprised at how well candi had held up on such a stringent regime, especially given the fact that her diet was composed mainly of pig feed and an occasional dog biscuit.

She had set the timer on the microwave in the kitchen and was idly curious to see if it went off before poor candi rode her fifteen miles.  It was good for her.  Good, firming activity that helped build endurance.  Endurance was important for slaves like candi, whose value lay primarily in the degree to which they could keep their owners entertained.  A quickly tiring, out of shape slave was a waste of time and money.

Soon enough, the timer went off.  Candi was panting hard and knew better than to stop pedaling without permission.  Karen saw the fear in her eyes.  She was forbidden to speak or utter a sound, but had no trouble expressing herself at least as far as basic needs went.  Her basic need at the moment was forgiveness. Of course, she knew better.

Karen continued working the puzzle for a few more minutes.  A bit more exercise wouldn't hurt a thing.  Karen thought a just punishment might be one strike of the dog whip for every tenth of a mile the little pig lacked.  That is, unless she actually got close to her goal.  She hadn't made it past thirteen and a half miles yet, so that was doubtful.  She always gave it a valiant try, though.  She looked at her watch, anxious to get to the beach.  It was the one place she didn't mind blistering heat, and she was looking forward to wearing the new bikini she had bought a few days earlier.

 

Candi's hopes sunk the second she heard the timer go off.  Mistress allowed her to ride for a few more minutes before approaching with that, "you are in trouble" look in her eye.  Once she was set back down on the floor where she belonged, candi went about kissing and licking her owner's feet in the faint hope for some mercy.  She was an obedient little thing who tried her very best and she knew that someday she could ride fifteen miles in an hour!

"Stop that silliness piggie!", Karen exclaimed in a bemused tone of voice.  "You know you've got to take a whipping!".

Candi instantly rose up and assumed her proper waiting/inspection position.  She held her head high, arched her back, and spread her knees widely while keeping her arms rigid and perpendicular to the floor.  She knew her owner insisted that she be responsive, and she always tried her best to react quickly.

"Over to the column, little pig!", she was ordered.

Candi quickly crawled over to the glossy white column in the center of the sunroom and reassumed her waiting position.  Miss Karen quickly removed the ropes that bound her wrists and elbows so tightly together.  She installed candi's heavy leather wrist cuffs, which was never a good sign.  As expected, the cuffs were locked together in front of her and raised up above her head to be latched to the end of the rope Miss Karen kept suspended from a pully mounted tastefully under one of the exposed roof beams.  In only a few quick jerks, candi was on her feet in front of the column.  One more jerk lifted her up to the base of the column.  She had difficulting gettng a foothold on the base this time.  There was only a few square inches on either front corner that her feet could rest on.  Miss Karen held her in place until her feet steadied, then tied off the rope as she always did to an eyelet embedded in the far wall.  Miss Karen then bound her ankles together with a piece of rope that stretched behind the column.  If her feet slipped forward she would effectively be suspended by her wrists and most likely unable to regain her footing on the base of the column... It was a terrible position to be in for the mere fact that the ballet shoes forced so much pressure on her toes that any period of time standing in them caused pain.  She had spent days in them since being taken out of her old life, but standing in them was different from simply wearing them.  She knew Miss Karen was gradually increasing her endurance to wear them while standing, but had no idea why.  She had long since stopped trying to understand any of what was happening to her and had grown to accept what appeared to be her fate. She barely remembered her old life now.  It was gone.

"Thirteen and five tenths!  Not bad for such a little animal!", Miss Karen exclaimed enthusiastically.  "So, that's only fifteen strokes."  She strolled over to a hook in the corner of the sunroom, from which hung a half dozen different crops and light whips.

Candi watched passively.  The pain of the abuse she suffered was never going to lessen, but the emotional turmoil she used to go through leading up to a session had been overcome.  She was whipped, spanked, and cropped so routinely that her fear of it had faded into a bleak expectation.

She remained completely motionless as Miss Karen positioned herself to the right, preparing to strike horizontally across the front of candi's body.  Candi knew she could bear it up until the point that her breasts were whipped.  At that point she always cried and thrashed around in her bindings, instinctively trying to deflect or avoid the next strike.

Karen was wet, as she always was prior to beginning a nice whipping.  She was disappointed the pig had made it so far on the bike.  Twenty was the point at which the thing tended to break down, so fifteen might be manageable, and that just couldn't be.  So, Karen took careful aim after deciding to start with the breasts to liven things up at the outset, then to work her way around as she saw fit.  She knew candi could forecast  her strikes and at least mentally prepare for them, so this time she lined up as though she were going to place the first stripe across her upper thighs.  Then, just as the whip began to whistle through the air, she brought it swiftly upward and expertly placed the across the underside of the thing's little titties.  This elicited a quick gasp on the part of her victim, which was always a good sign.  Blows two through five were aimed slightly higher, resulting in bright red horizontal stripes across candi's breasts from bottom to top.  The creature was heaving for air by then and was completely overtaken by the pain it was experiencing.  Karen then moved down over her flat, hard stomach, leaving three crossed welts by alternating positions.  The last was expertly positioned just above candi's bald cunt. Karen stepped back to admire her work.  She was always improving, and wondered if somewhere there wasn't a slave whipping contest that she could win.  She laughed at the thought.  Eleven down, four to go.  Always interested in symmetry,   Karen decided to place two on either side of the little bitch's upper torso, evenly spaced and beginning just under her armpits.

Through it all, as usual, candi had not uttered a sound other than involuntary ones.  Over a week earlier Karen had removed the collar she had been testing that contracted candi's throat each time she made a noise.  It had been replaced with a simple, heavy, black dog collar.  But the conditioning had held longer than even Karen had expected it would.  Candi had managed to keep her feet in place this time, also.  She hung the whip on the hook in the corner and decided to leave the pitiful creature where it was for a while, at least until it regained it's composure and had cooled down.

Karen noticed the slut changing positions out in the hot sun, and decided to have another glass of iced tea while she waited the last fifteen minutes before dressing for the beach.