Taking Carol - Chapter 20 - 24

CHAPTER 20 A Day At The Beach

Slut felt as self conscious as she ever had.  Carrying all of the supplies Miss Karen had decided to bring to the beach was very difficult.  Miss Karen walked ahead of her, carrying nothing.  

This would have made slut conspicuous enough, but all she was permitted to wear was a little black knit mesh top that did absolutely nothing to conceal her breasts, and the little black thong bottoms she wore to lay out in.  She felt practically naked, and knew that anyone who noticed them would quickly understand that their relationship wasn't quite a conventional one.

What gave her the strength (or was it weakness?) to carry on was her undiminished horniness, fear of punishment, and her complete and all-consuming lust and love for Miss Karen.  She watched how she walked and marveled at how good she looked and thought that everything about her was perfect, except perhaps the cruel streak that could show itself at any time.  Miss Karen wore a bright green and blue floral bikini that was expertly suited to her athletic figure, concealed under a sheer white wrap, flat sandals, and a large white sun hat.

Slut knew the beach well, and was somewhat relieved that it was more of a young adult beach than a family one.  While it wasn't a nude beach, being topless and in a thong would not result in any real problems, but it was pushing the envelope for that particular beach.  She would be noticed, and she would be watched.  She only hoped it would be a nice relaxing afternoon, both for her and her owner.

She followed dutifully as Miss Karen searched for an ideal spot.  Slut had no idea what the criteria was, but it almost seemed as though her owner was trying to expose her to as many people as she could before settling down on a location. The beach was particularly crowded.  Miss Karen finally stopped, and turned to point at an area immediately in front of her.

"Set up my lounge chair here, slut.  Facing the sun." Miss Karen said, loudly enough for the people around them to hear.  Slut was mortified, but she did not hesitate.  Placing everything carefully on the hard-packed white sand beach, she quickly set up the lounge chair and positioned it just as Miss Karen wanted. "Now drape the beach towel over it.", Miss Karen ordered.  Slut carefully spread the towel out over the lounge chair, smoothing out any wrinkles.  She could feel a hundred sets of eyes upon her, and avoided looking around for verification. "Now remove my hat and tie it to the back of the lounge chair."  Slut felt her pussy beginning to throb as she tied the hat to the chair.  She saw that her nipples were protruding completely through the wide mesh of her little top, and felt her chest tighten up.  "Now remove my wrap, fold it, and place it in my bag."  Miss Karen lifted her arms to give slut unfettered access to the wrap. Slut gently pulled it loose and turned away from the slight breeze to fold it. She placed it neatly in the canvas beach bag.  She caught a glimpse of someone pointing at her, then of another person elbowing a friend and nodding in her direction.  She wondered if anyone within eyesight of her wasn't watching.  "Now remove my sandals and place them under the lounge chair in the shade."  Slut knelt to carefully remove each sandal and positioned them just as Miss Karen said to.  It was with some relief that she watched Miss Karen sit down on the lounge chair and adjust herself until she seemed comfortable.

"Oil me."

Slut reached quickly into the bag and retrieved the only bottle of oil in it. She was now breathing so shallowly that she wondered if she wouldn't pass out. Her hands shook as she squirted a liberal amount of the oil onto her hands and began rubbing it into Miss Karen's perfect skin.  She started with her left arm, working from the hand to the shoulder, then did the right.  Lacking any specific instructions, she then carefully applied lighter amounts of it over Miss Karen's face and down her neck.  She spread it liberally over her upper chest and tried to speed through applying it around and over her owner's breasts.  Miss Karen told her to slow down and take her time.  She said she wanted the job done correctly rather than quickly.  She used a tone that was so condescending that those around them must surely know she was nothing more than a dumb servant of some sort.  She felt herself blushing as she spread the oil down over Miss Karen's flat stomach to the top of her bikini bottom.  Miss Karen spread her legs, putting her feet on the sand on either side of the chair.  Slut looked down on her mound, tormented that the object of all of her desires was so very close.  If only she could..."No dawdling, you ignorant bitch!", Miss Karen snapped.  Slut began rubbing the oil in all around Miss Karen's luscious pussy, pressing and kneading her inner thighs and up along and just under the leg bands of the bikini bottoms.  She thought she heard Miss Karen sigh, but couldn't be sure.  Wanting to linger there but knowing she could not, slut proceeded to oil up the rest of Miss Karen's legs and, finally, her feet.  When she was finished she placed the bottle back in the bag.  Miss Karen had closed her eyes and appeared already to be in a deep state of relaxation.  She looked so beautiful.

It was awkward standing there, not knowing what to do next.  She dared not look around, so continued to gaze down on Miss Karen's perfect body, the body she coveted more than any other.  She began to think Miss Karen might be ignoring her to see what she would do.  It occurred to her that she was to assume her position whenever left without instructions.  Surely not in public.  If it were even possible, it seemed her chest constricted even more.  She considered how close she was to panic, and rationally thought about what the aftermath of simply running away would bring.  Where would she go?  To the parking lot?  To stand next to the car?  In what position?  Just as she was near concluding that there was no choice other than to fall back on her training, Miss Karen spoke.

"Kneel down beside me, slut.  Get out the cd player and the cassette player."

Slut was greatly relieved to be providing service rather than dealing with uncertainty.  She much preferred staying active, probably because her life had become one of work and service and little rest.  Miss Karen instructed her to first place the headphones connected to the cd player on her own head to adjust the volume properly before putting them on Miss Karen's head.  When this was done, she was told to put the cassette player's headphones on, to clip the player to the back of her thong bottoms, and to turn it on.   She was then told to get on all fours beside Miss Karen and not to move until told otherwise.  She rather sheepishly assumed the position in the manner that she had been taught, with her knees spread, back arched, and chin high.  One of the objectives of the position, aside from being sexually enticing, was to present a level back on which things could be placed.  Miss Karen laid her cd player in the middle of slut's back, beside her sunglasses, which she had removed.

Miss Karen's cd was a live performance of the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra, slut's tape was an assemblage of recordings of slut having sex.  Some she had heard over and over again because they were the audio portions of the videos Miss Karen frequently made her watch that depicted her engaged in various sex acts with multiple partners.  Others were sound recordings that she previously had no idea were being recorded.  She heard herself being used by Ralph that last time out by the pool in her back yard.  She listened to the sounds of multiple blowjobs being given as part of her Thursday night assignments.  She even listened to the complete recording of her two encounters with Tom Parker, the principal, and her performance in the student's van at the end of the last day of school.  Miss Karen had bugged her purse, slut knew.  It was the only way it could have been done.  She was not angered or upset by this knowledge. Oddly, she felt a sense of comfort that Miss Karen had been keeping tabs on her all along, even when she had no idea of it.  Slut took it as a sign of interest, and she felt reassured.

What was not reassuring was the effect of being placed in this position in public while listening to herself being fucked, sucking, or in the preparatory phases of both.  It was an exceptionally erotic and arousing tape, and it was sure to have it's effects on any listener.

Slut was somewhat grateful that she at least still had the little mesh top on. Unfortunately her breasts, hanging straight down as they were in this position, pressed against the mesh, emphasizing the way in which her nipples protruded through it.  She felt like a milk cow with dangling udders.   A horny milk cow, anyway.  She had kept her eyes closed despite her head being held high as was required in this position.  She knew this couldn't go on indefinitely and that she had to open them at some point.  But, she chose to wait until she could calm down a bit before risking the kind of stress that might come from making eye contact with strangers while kneeling so wantonly next to her owner.

The heat was still oppressive as sweat beaded up on every exposed surface of her skin and ran in rivulets down into the sand.  She imagined herself being the only female on the beach, and dozens of men lined up behind her, to use her. She could see them in her mind's eye, as though watching from a distance.  They were not all gorgeous hunks as most would fantasize, but a random cross section of men, their only commonality being the hard cocks, ready to sample the sweaty slut.  She imagined a camera crew circling, getting the best angles, zooming in on her face, her nipples.  Miss Karen was watching, too.  With friends, and laughing.  It was all so much fun to her, to see the whore doing what whores do. She imagined herself wanting a cock in her mouth, too.   The images playing out in her imagination were in perfect concert with the sounds of sex that played loudly in her ears.  She distinctly heard Ralph smacking her ass as he drove his beautiful cock deep into her bowels.  She was moaning in pleasure and pain, working hard to take his entire length.  It was deliciously lewd getting fucked poolside by a black man.  In her own back yard.  It was...

Suddenly she was pulled out of her quick departure from reality by a tap on her back.  It was Miss Karen.  Slut couldn't kneel up without causing Miss Karen's cd player to fall, so she reached up with her left hand to pull off the headphones.  She was pointing in front of slut.  "You're being rude.  That nice lady is speaking to you, slut."  Miss Karen nodded at the lady, smiling.

Slut turned her head forward, seeing the woman in front of her.  She lay on her side, smiling.  Slut noticed the pageboy haircut and the nice figure.  The woman appeared to be with a man who seemed to be sleeping on the other side of her. She looked to be about slut's age, if not a little younger.  She seemed to be waiting for slut to say something first.  "Don't be shy.  Speak up.", Miss Karen said in a bemused tone.  Of course she would take every opportunity to get some entertainment out of slut.

"Um.  This slut is sorry, ma'am.  This slut did not hear you."  Slut couldn't believe she had spoken that way to a complete stranger.  What could she do?  She knew what Miss Karen wanted and she had to deliver or face something worse.  If her breathing had begun to return to normal while she was daydreaming, it was a short lived respite.  Now her breaths were shallow and coming with more frequency.  She wondered what a panic attack was like.

"That's okay.", the lady said pleasantly.  "I was just asking if there were more where you came from?"  She winked.

Slut didn't know what to say.  She was so grateful when Miss Karen answered for her.  "One of a kind.  They don't grown on trees.  And, I've used my quota of cliches for the day."

The lady laughed.  "Well, she certainly is causing a stir!"

Oh, God!, slut thought.  She didn't want to look around.  Miss Karen hadn't responded.

"Does she always come to the beach like that?"

"She enjoys being shown off.", Miss Karen answered casually.

The woman was thinking.  Slut wished she were somewhere else.  She didn't care where.  She thought everyone on the beach was looking at her.

"Well, she certainly has the body for it."

"Thank you!", Miss Karen replied.  Slut felt a warm glow at the realization that her owner had just taken credit for her appearance.  It was the sort of exchange you could expect to hear if the subject were a dog.

"Did I hear you call her...slut?"

"Yes, that's her name."

"Slut?"  Her expression was one of feigned disbelief.

"Slut."

A long moment passed, then someone else spoke, off to slut's right.  "Is she, like, some sort of pervert or something?"  It was another woman.  It sounded as though she were totally disgusted.  "What kind of a name is "slut"?"

Slut could tell by Miss Karen's tone of voice that she was not appreciative of the woman's comment.  "Her mama didn't name her slut.  I did."

"Oh.", the woman said sheepishly.  Apparently she was adequately intimidated, or at least aware that she was dealing with something more than a topical conversation.   Nosy types like her could never give it a rest, though.

"Well, what gives you the right to name her "slut"?", the woman asked declaratively, as though challenging Miss Karen to a debate.

"The same right that allows you to name your dog "Spot"., Miss Karen answered.

"But she's not a dog!  She's a person!"

"Yes.  A person who has taken quite nicely to being called "slut".  Do you mind?"

Slut could see peripherally that Miss Karen had turned to glare at the ignorant woman.  The one who had first spoken was staring into slut's eyes.  She knew. She could see.  She was smiling.  "I sure wish I had somebody to go buy me a cold lemonade."

Slut was petrified.  Surely she wouldn't have to...

"Slut,", Miss Karen said softly.  "Crawl over to the nice lady to get some money.  Put your headphones on, and go get her a lemonade."  Miss Karen lifted her cd player from slut's back.

Oh my God! Slut thought.  Before she could be seen to hesitate, she simply crawled forward to the lady, who had an expression of complete surprise on her face.  It took a bit of fumbling before she could come up with a couple of dollars, but she handed them to slut, who soon enough found herself walking across the beach while listening to herself sucking cock on tape.  She hadn't noticed before that she was so loud when she gave a blowjob.  She concentrated on keeping her eyes fixed on the refreshment stand over on the far side of the parking lot.    She knew she was being watched, maybe by hundreds of people.  At least now she wasn't being seen as the slave girl being used as an end table on the beach.  Just, well, just a topless woman in a thong with nice tits and really long, hard nipples.  All she needed to do was to concentrate on her duty and to let everything else take care of itself.  It never worked when she thought too much.

Somehow she muddled through the purchase and made her way through the crowd back to her fate, whatever it might be.  She resumed her kneeling position before presenting the cold lemonade to the lady, then returned to Miss Karen's side on all fours to wait for further instructions.

"Thanks!", the woman had said.

"It was this slut's pleasure.", slut had replied quietly.

Before she could get settled into her previous position Miss Karen told her to remove her top and to go take a quick swim in the ocean.  She said she had five minutes.  This was a welcomed assignment for slut, who saw it as another few minutes of simply being seen as a beach slut rather than a slave.  She could cool off a bit and wash some of the oil off her body that remained from her sunning in Miss Karen's back yard.  The water felt great, and she was more than satisfied to be stared at by the boys who were flipping a frisbee around in the surf.  As long as they didn't speak to her or make any propositions that she would have to deal with, everything would be okay.  She had no idea how quickly five minutes would pass, and she wore no watch, so she returned fairly quickly to ensure she did not miss her deadline.  Again she resumed the position on her hands and knees next to her Mistress.

The rest of the day became a blur of subtle and not so subtle humiliations.  She spent much of the time first giving Miss Karen a nice foot massage, then the woman whom she had fetched the lemonade for, then her boyfriend.  Slut thought for a while that she might be told to massage every foot on the beach.  With the tape constantly playing in her ears she couldn't help but be preoccupied with thoughts of sex, and she knew this translated into passionate foot massages. The boyfriend's cock was so hard by the time she finished with his feet that slut wondered how he could control himself.  Miss Karen had idled a few minutes away slipping ice cubes into the slut's mouth.  She slipped one down the front of slut's thong, causing a little bulge that quickly melted away against her hot, smooth cunt.  The crowd gradually thinned to the point that it was only a quarter of what it had been by four o'clock p.m.  It seemed that Miss Karen had preserved some of her fun for just such a time, when there was plenty of room to run.

Slut had been told to retrieve a tennis ball from the beach bag.  After handing it to Miss Karen, she listened attentively as she got her instructions.

"This will be a fun game that I call "fetch".  I will throw the ball and you will run after it, get it, and run it back to me as fast as you possibly can. It will be good exercise for you and good entertainment for me.  If I feel you are not moving as fast as you are capable, you will suffer.  If you perform well I may not make you run the treadmill tomorrow.  Do you understand?"

Her chest tightening from the full knowledge of what was about to happen, slut answered the only way she could, "Yes, Miss Karen."

 

Karen had thought about all of the wonderfully cruel things that slut might suffer through at the beach and considered the game of fetch one of the best. She knew the game was pushing the limit of good judgement so reserved the option to play until such a time as the crowds had thinned and it could be done without causing a major spectacle.  It was a significant test for slut, one that Karen was sure she was capable of passing.  To play fetch satisfactorily would make other public duties much easier for slut in the future.  That wouldn't help her today, though.  As long as she didn't think, she would do just fine.

Karen rose up into a sitting position.  She had played a lot of sports when she was younger and knew she could throw the tennis ball a good distance.  On the hard, flat sand it would certainly roll a long way.  To start out, she tossed it casually about thirty or forty feet.  Slut took off after it at top speed. Karen laughed out loud at the sight.  There was no way to preserve one's dignity in such circumstances, and slut wasn't even trying.  Her substantial breasts bounced and jiggled as she ran after the ball, much to the amusement of many of the onlookers.  Karen saw heads begin to turn.  A volleyball game further down the beach stopped.  Frisbees fell, uncaught.  Slut stood before her, holding the ball.  "Place it in my hand, slut.", Karen instructed her.

The next toss was in a different direction.  It was a harder throw that was helped by the wind as it rolled far down the beach before slut could catch up with it.  Karen could plainly see the shame and humiliation on slut's face, but that was not her concern.  As long as slut dutifully chased the ball and returned quickly with it, she wouldn't care what her facial expression was unless she began to see contempt or hatred.  That would require correction. Slut clearly accepted that she was subject to Karen's whims and was holding nothing against her.  All of her efforts at molding slut into a functioning slave were proving worthwhile.

Slut's large tanned breasts bounced and swung wildly as she sprinted back with the ball in her hand.  She looked much different than she had when Karen had first taken her.  Her skin now tanned to a dark, rich brown, her hair kept a bright platinum blonde, and her body hard and lithe with the exception of the well shaped tits crowned by her impressively long and thick nipples, she was every bit as sexually arousing as many men ever saw.  This was what Karen wanted.  The slut not only looked as though she were born to fuck and suck, but she also acted and thought as if this were her purpose, as well.  The attention she drew established in Karen's mind that she had done well, both in her choice of the former Carol Sizemore, but also in her transformation from conservative school teacher and wife to depraved slut who would do anything for her owner.

Karen idled away the next fifteen minutes keeping the slut running.  Satisfied that she had gotten a good enough workout for the day, she ordered her to pack up and return to the car.  Without waiting, Karen made her way across the wide beach carrying nothing but her keys.  By the time slut, still topless, caught up with her in the parking lot the car was started and the interior was already cooling off.  Karen popped the trunk open for slut to place the items inside. When slut opened the passenger side rear door to get into the car, though, Karen informed her that she would need to remove the thong first.  She was quite surprised that slut hadn't made any attempt to protest, let alone hesitate.  She simply reached for the little waistband and pushed them down over her legs and stepped out of them.  Completely naked in the public parking lot, slut climbed into the car and pulled the door closed with nothing but an expression of relief on her face.

 

Slut was almost shivering within a few minutes of getting into the car.  She was grateful to be off the beach and very much keyed into whatever mood Miss Karen might display.  She hadn't spoken yet, so slut suffered a great deal of anticipation over whether Miss Karen had been satisfied with her performance so far.  She had been forbidden to get any sweat or tanning oil on Miss Karen's upholstery when they had left her home, so she now sat upright on a towel, avoiding touching anything.  She felt very conspicuous riding naked in the back seat, but this was offset, as always, by the hard reality that it simply didn't matter.  Her cunt throbbed for attention and her nipples continued to betray her unfettered sexual desire.  She longed for some sexual use that could bring her an orgasm.  It had been days and days since her last reward.

She recalled the shattering orgasm she had while she lay in the grass in Miss Karen's backyard.  Her legs splayed out widely while her owner tormented her with sharp, cold jets from the garden hose.  Slut had been driven nearly insane by more than an hour of persistent teasing.  She had been forbidden to speak but had been told to use her body to coax her owner into spraying her cunt until she could reach an orgasm.  She had been tossed a bar of soap and ordered to wash herself so that the water wouldn't go to waste.  After that she had degraded herself by engaging in a sort of sexual dance, designed to  compel Miss Karen to direct the spray onto the pulsing raw nerves of her neglected clit.  She sucked and chewed on her distended nipples and probed herself front and back with her fingers, all in a perverted effort to gain just a bit of relief from the overwhelming and constant gnawing of sexual desire that consumed every waking minute of her life now.  She closed her eyes, remembering the brutality of the jet spray when it finally zeroed in on her long, reddened stump and ruthlessly pushed her over the top in the strongest mix of pain and pleasure she had experienced so far.  Miss Karen could take her body places that no one else could.  She loved her.

Slut briefly worried that her cunt juices would soak through the towel onto the seat, but realized she had no control over that.  She was thinking again. Thinking was not good.

 

Karen drove along silently, feeling no need to address her property.  She was looking for an opportunity, though.  After about ten minutes she was finally able to pull up to the left of a large delivery truck.  She lowered the power window next to the slut, providing the driver of the truck a clear view down onto her naked slave.  "Show him your cunt, slut."

 

Surprised at the sudden turn of events, slut turned toward the opened window, licking the remaining perspiration off her upper lip.  She pulled her right knee toward the back of the car and leaned back, resting on her left hand.  The driver was a middle aged black man, grizzled and filthy looking.  His eyes bulged when he glanced to his left and saw the sight of his life.  Slut felt so nasty putting on this lewd display of her hungry, smooth cunt.  Her nipples stood out proud and firm, and her entire being was abuzz with a yearning for action of any kind that involved a cock.

"Show him how wet you are.", Miss Karen told her.

Slut instantly began to slide her fingers up and down over her sodden pink slit, being sure to graze not so gently over her distended, throbbing clit.  It felt sooooo goooood.  She dipped two fingers more deeply into her love hole and held them up, glistening in the late afternoon sun.  She heard the man exclaim, "Good God!" just as Miss Karen pulled out, leaving the fortunate man behind. Disappointed, slut returned to her normal riding position as Miss Karen raised the window next to her.  She wondered, even hoped that Miss Karen might find another chance to show her off so wickedly.  Slut was ready for anything but more waiting.  She was deeply disappointed that she hadn't gotten the chance to give herself an orgasm. It wouldn't have taken much, just a few more seconds...

CHAPTER 21  Carol's Little Trip

Slut was experiencing fewer occasions where she needed to remind herself not to think.  Every day she faced new challenges in her service to Miss Karen, and every day the importance of simply doing rather than thinking was reinforced. She had been driving the white cargo van for two hours already, headed south. She had been given specific instructions to go to a certain address, introduce herself, spend the evening and obey all instructions she was given, and to deliver back to Miss Karen's home two cargo boxes the following day.  She had no idea who was waiting for her or what they were like.  She didn't know what was in the boxes or why she had been chosen to do this.  All she knew is that it was a departure from her normal routine of pampering and caring for Miss Karen and all of her possessions.

She had left Miss Karen curled up on a new hammock with candi, under the shade of the magnolia tree in Miss Karen's back yard.  They were both naked, and the expression on candi's face was faintly content.  Candi was an entirely different person than Megan had been.  Slut wasn't exactly the same, either, but at least her personality was still recognizable.  Candi hadn't uttered a word in several weeks and lived for the most part in a state of fear.  Lately Miss Karen had begun to treat candi much more kindly, even to the point of occasionally taking her to bed.

Slut continued to wish that she were used sexually by Miss Karen.  For whatever reason, candi was her preference for that purpose, and slut couldn't influence it.  Slut knew, however, that Miss Karen's eye had a greater fondness for her body than for candi's.  She knew also that, for whatever reason, it was she who had been chosen and trained to see to Miss Karen's comfort, twenty-four seven. Candi seemed to be something to break up the boredom.  Miss Karen tended to abuse her when she had nothing else to do.

Miss Karen had told slut that a very close friend was coming to visit, and that the friend would be using slut's former home for a couple of weeks.  Slut had cleaned it from top to bottom and cleaned it again after Miss Karen inspected it.  She was nervous about the arrival of the friend because she had no idea what it would mean to her.  The place bore little resemblence to when she owned it.  Other than the furniture and a few accessories, nothing remained that she had a connection to.  It seemed sterile, like a home kept ready for visitors to occupy.

She wondered what she would do when she had to get gas for the van.  All Miss Karen had allowed her to bring was some money for fuel, detailed directions, and the clothes on her back.  Unfortunately those clothes were minimal, amounting to nothing more than a tight white t-shirt and a pair of gray cotton panties.  It was better than driving naked, but the idea of having to pump gas dressed as she was made her nervous.  The panties were soaked through, and unfortunately they were gray.  Slut knew the spot would be large and quite visible.  This was what distressed her most.  She hoped she could reach her destination on the gas that was in the tank, and, hopefully, get gas in the morning before her cunt had a chance to make them wet again.

 

Karen had put candi through an extended period of supression and disorientation that was enhanced by a liberal use of appropriate drugs, a bit of technology, and good, old fashioned mind control.  Now she was recreating the creature so that she would be of some use. The silent, unfeeling robot she had made was simply a necessary part of the process.  When she knew that candi was awakening each morning with the mindset that she was simply an animal, it was time to restore a bit of humanity to her.  Otherwise, all she would have managed to do is to create a worthless zombie that was of little value either for entertainment, personal service, or, well...anything.

The little lesbian bitch had taken to making love as a duck runs to water. Karen continued to enjoy the incomparable sweetness of her cunt, and had taught her how to use her tongue and fingers to please another woman.  It wasn't as though candi were completely ignorant, but everyone has their preferences, and Karen saw no use in letting a slave freelance on her.  The cunt had taken her instructions and applied them quite satisfactorily.  She even exhibited eagerness and enthusiasm.

Karen was so excited by the arrival of Tawny later that evening that she needed the distraction candi could provide.  With slut's former home ready to accept a temporary occupant, slut on her way to pick up henry and amy, and everything else in order, why not spend the afternoon receiving a little pleasure?  It wouldn't ruin her, Karen thought with a smile.  Perfection can't be ruined.

Just before sending slut off on her mission, Karen had taken candi onto the new hammock she had purchased.  Karen explained that she wanted to while away some time with candi nibbling at her nipples and stroking her pussy, and laid back comfortably while the little lesbian went about her work.  It had been a delicious hour.  Karen always enjoyed being naked outdoors.  The cool breeze that blew over the yard made the shady spot under the tree quite pleasant.

Candi had been trained to the degree that she was able to deliver an hour or and afternoon of low grade sexual stimulation without frustrating her owner in any way.  She had learned to read her body and how it reacted, and could tailor her actions to meet Karen's stated needs. There was no better way to pass time as pleasantly.

Though candi's body would never be as sexually appealing as her older sister's, Karen had hardened her muscles and given her a lean, athletic look.  The piercings made the task all the easier.  Rather than coerce the creature into doing one hundred crunches, all Karen had to do was secure her in appropriate ways.  One of the best for her abdominal muscles was to suspend the upper half of her body off the edge of a coffee table in the sun room by securing her ankles to the table legs on the opposite end, then tying twine from her nipple rings to a hook in the ceiling.  With her arms cuffed behind her back, she had no choice but to keep her tummy tight if she wanted to avoid ripping her nipples.   Karen had developed similar positions for most of the cunt's major muscle groups and enjoyed watching her struggle while her muscles flexed and quivered.

Karen had begun housing slut each night in the little a-frame hut that candi had called home for so many weeks, and allowing candi to sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed.  This was most convenient for Karen, since candi had become such a practiced cunt licker as well as a respectable toilet slave.  When Karen needed to pee in the middle of the night, she simply got out of bed and straddled candi's head, peeing directly into her open and willing mouth.  The little thing really seemed to enjoy being used in such a way, and drank greedily every chance she got.  Karen typically secured candi to the foot of the bed by padlocking a short light chain to her nose ring.  She kept her hands secured either to a collar or bound them together behind her back.  Karen continued to prevent both candi and her sister from being able to pleasure themselves as much as was possible.  In slut's case, monitoring was not always practical, especially when she was running errands or doing work out of direct view.

She thought about slut and what kind of experience she was going to have.  From what Tawny had told her of her friend in Miami, slut would be in for a long and challenging evening.  Karen only hoped she'd get enough sleep to be able to drive home safely  tomorrow.  Any sort of accident or mishap could make for a great deal of inconvenience.

She couldn't believe she was finally going to see Tawny!  It had been so long that she was beginning to wonder if they would ever be able to get together again.  Karen was looking forward to seeing henry and amy, too.  The new slave, whoever she was, would be interesting as well.  Tawny's tastes did not run toward the bland or domestic.  She was exotic through and through.  Everything about her was sensuous.  Oh, how Karen had missed her!

She pushed her thighs wider, signaling candi that the slow, repetitive stroking of her wet inner lips could be enhanced by a bit of penetration.  She sighed as the cunt's delicate fingers gingerly parted her lips and slid between them.  On cue, the cunt began to nibble at her right nipple.  It was part of the process of bringing her owner to a higher state of arousal, each series of actions signaled by some small, subtle sign from Karen.  She stretched, feeling wonderful as the tool of her pleasure played her body like no other could, except for Tawny.

 

After four hours of driving slut realized she would run out of gas before arriving in Miami.  Rather than exit the interstate at a major interchange and suffer the humiliation of displaying herself to dozens of people dressed as she was, she sought out a lesser traveled exit and drove some distance to an old, run down convenience store that charged exhorbitant prices and had very slow pumps.  Thankfully, there were no other customers.  Her heart rose into her throat and stayed there throughout the long minutes it took to fill the tank. She glanced down at her panties and knew there was no hiding the large wet spot. Her t-shirt was just too tight and too short to pull down, and she was beginning to sweat through it in the oppressive heat of a typical summertime late afternoon in Southern Florida.  She had no choice but to cross the short distance from the pumps to the inside of the store with the knowledge it was obvious she suffered from a wet pussy.

She clutched the forty dollars Miss Karen had given her, wishing she didn't have to wait for change.  She was shocked to be hit in the face by a wave of ice cold air mixed with a thick blue cloud of cigarette smoke as soon as she opened the door.  The store was filthy, as was the nasty looking little man behind the counter.  She approached him quickly, feigning confidence.  She told herself not to think.  She reminded herself that she was property now, that it wasn't about her.  She tried to breath normally.  The man was staring down at her crotch, then glancing up at her breasts.  "Twenty seven?", slut said nervously.

The man clearly did not share her sense of urgency.  He leaned back on his little stool to light a fresh cigarette.  A mound of butts overflowed the ashtray on the counter.  He hadn't shaved in a week, she thought.  She felt her nipples pushing harder against the tight, thin t-shirt, hoping it was from the cold and not the man's uninhibited staring.

He took a deep draw, seeming to burn the Pall Mall halfway down in a race of glowing embers.  "Born to fuck?", he asked, smoke curling out lazily from his nose and mouth.  Slut nearly gagged.  Her eyes watered.  "Born to fuck?", he asked again, this time looking up at her face as though he had just then realized she had one.

"Please.", she said.  "Twenty seven?"

"Born to fuck?", the man asked again, tilting his head as though it were the most profound question mankind could conceive of.

Slut felt her clitoris begin to harden.  This was troubling.  Deeply troubling. A flash of an image of her on her knees shot through her brain.  "Oh, no!", she thought.  She squeezed her legs together, feeling a fresh reserve of cunt juice seep out into her panties.  She was beginning to feel helpless, as though things had already gotten out of hand.

"Please?", she asked pleadingly, sliding the forty dollars across the counter. She wondered what would happen to her if she returned to Miss Karen without change.  She was always required to produce receipts and change to prove she was not somehow setting aside money or had made an unauthorized purchase.  She needed a receipt, and she needed change.  She didn't know what would happen if she didn't have them, but...

"Born to fuck?", the man asked loudly, as though she were hard of hearing.  He broke into a rasping, rattle of a cough that was as repulsive as his appearance and the filth of the store.  She was sure the bottom of her feet were black already.  What could she say to end this?

"Yes.", she finally admitted.  She probably looked as though she had just swallowed castor oil, but her sexual motor was running and she could think of no way to stop it.  Well,...

"Mebbe I give up change fer a look at them titties.", the man said quickly, his eyes tearing in the aftermath of the brief coughing fit.  He took the forty and began waving it around, making a buzzing sound in imitation of a bee, or was it a fly?

It was a small price to pay.  Slut took hold of the bottom of the t-shirt and tugged it up over her breasts with some difficulty.  She held it up just under her chin to ensure the wicked little man got an eyeful.  Holding the money in his right hand, he reached forward with his left to take hold of her left nipple.  "Whooowee!", he exclaimed.  "Lotta nipple onnem titties!"  He twisted it roughly, causing slut's whole body to turn as she gasped out loud.  "I could suck on em all day.  Yes, yes, yes!"

Slut noticed him glance out through the smeared glass toward the pumps.  She followed his eyes and saw a police cruiser parked just outside the store.  He continued to twist her nipple back and forth painfully right up until the moment the door swung open.  Slut pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, knowing the officer had seen the nasty man tormenting her.

"Abusing the ladies again, Merle?"  It was a female officer.  Slut sighed in relief.  Why did she feel so disappointed?  She turned toward the officer, tugging her t-shirt down as low as she could get it, which wasn't enough even to conceal her hard, flat stomach.

The officer was middleaged, thin, and hard looking.  Her lips were pursed and expressionless, but her eyes roaming freely over slut's body, finally centering on the wet spot on the front of her panties.  Slut wasn't sure, but it seemed the corners of the officer's mouth turned up so slightly that it was barely noticeable. Her face was freckled and probably hadn't been touched by makeup in years.  She hooked her thumbs into her glistening black duty belt, then looked slut in the eyes and winked at her.  "Merle, give the lady her change!", she barked authoritatively.

Merle counted out the change and threw it on the counter contemptuously. "Bitch!", he blurted out quite clearly.  Slut grasped the bills in her right hand, not sure what to do.  She still needed a receipt.

"You need me to break your fingers again, Merle?", the officer answered him bitterly.  The two obviously had a deep history that was not one of kindness and understanding.

"Why you here?", Merle shouted.

"I'm here to rescue this beauty from your tittie twisting, shithead!"

Oh, God, slut thought.  How do I get out of here?  She looked sheepishly at the officer, raising her hand as though she needed permission to speak.

"I ain't twistin' no tittie!", the wretched man lied.

"And my eyes ain't seeing what they seeing any more Merle!  Must be a God damned vision I had of you twisting on this pretty thing!"

Looking back and forth, slut saw that the man had removed his hands from the counter.  He was obviously getting more agitated but at the same time apparently feared having his hands smashed by the hard bitten female officer.

"You said it you seein' things you fuckin' lesbian bitch!", he rasped, fighting off another coughing fit.

"Well, now I'm sad Merle.  You went and embarassed me in front of the little lady here.", the officer answered sarcastically.  Slut thought she had crossed the line of professionalism, but she didn't much care about anything but getting out of there with a receipt.

The man finally succumbed to a long series of dry hacking that sounded painful. The officer raised her eyebrows at slut as though to ask what it was that she wanted.

"Um, I need a receipt?", slut asked shyly. "Merle, give the lady a receipt.", the policewoman ordered.

The man nodded through his uncontrollable coughing and ripped a register receipt loose, tossing it on the counter.  Slut grabbed it without hesitating and stepped toward the door.  Just as she was about to pass the officer she was caught by the upper arm and held back.  "Not so fast.", the policewoman said. "Why are you running around in wet panties, sweetie?"  She was turning slut by her shoulders so that she could look directly at her.  She left her hands on both shoulders, holding slut firmly.

"Um, I'm just, ah...driving to Miami to pick up something for a friend."

"In wet panties?"

"Um, yes.  I guess so."

"Drugs?"

"What?"

"Picking up what, drugs?"

"Oh, no ma'am.  Not drugs.  I don't know...it's like an errand."

"You a hooker?"

"Oh, no ma'am."

"Uh huh.  Not a hooker, just a slut, right?"

Oh, God.  Why couldn't she just leave?  "Um, yes ma'am."

The officer's tone suddenly lightened.  She turned slut toward the door and began to escort her out into the stagnant heat, still keeping a hand on slut's upper right arm.  "A slut, huh?  Now I feel better, knowing what you are.  Been drinking today?"

"Um, no ma'am!"

"Ohhh, I don't know about that. Let's just step over here by my cruiser.  I thought I got a whiff of something in there, darling."

Slut felt herself gliding along under the firm control of the tough policewoman. What else could she do?  She was pulled over toward the rear of the patrol car and deftly positioned with her ankles spread wide and her hands on the trunk lid.  "I'll need to search you for weapons before performing a field sobriety test on you,  missy."

"Yes, ma'am.", slut replied.  Obviously she didn't have any weapons, but she felt herself under the command of the officer and certainly didn't want to make things worse for herself.  She arched her back, mindful of the need to carry and position herself in an enticing way at all times.  The officer quickly reached up under either side of the t-shirt from behind and glided her hands up and under until she cupped each breast, capturing slut's nipples between her fingers.  It was broad daylight!  Slut glanced around quickly to see if anyone was watching.  She could see the nasty man through the filmy glass of the storefront where he stood, fixated on the goings on outside.  He sneered.  Slut sighed loudly as the officer pressed her fingers tightly together, both pinching the fat, elongated nipples between them and squeezing her heavy breasts.

"Girl, where'd you get these nipples?", the officer asked.  "You may as well have "Fuck Me" tattooed on your forehead!"

Slut didn't know how to answer, so didn't.  She felt the sweat beading up on her upper lip and licked it off hungrily, realizing she was beyond any ability to control the situation any further.  After several long seconds of kneading her dangling breasts, the officer placed one hand on the small of slut's back, then reached down and roughly pulled aside her panties, exposing her bare, sopping cunt to the stagnant, oven like heat that rose up off the asphalt.  As slut unconsciously pushed her hips invitingly back toward the officer, she felt several fingers sliding easily past her swollen, neglected lips and deeply into her hungry, clasping cunt.  "Oh!", she gasped, reveling in the nasty debauchery that she had learned through time and experience to relish.  She felt every bit the unsatiated whore that had been coming out of her since she had been taken by Miss Karen.  The fingers probed deeply inside her, freely exploring what was once the most intimate and protected part of her body.  Now, it was a hole for others to use as they chose.  Any byproduct of that use was hers to savor.

A thumb pressed firmly against her hardened, engorged clit, causing her whole body to shudder in an unexpected wave of pleasure.  The officer certainly knew how to manipulate a cunt, slut thought.  She closed her eyes, washing away only momentarily the image of the dastardly convenience store operator gazing in unfettered glee at what he could only have dreamed would ever happen in his eyesight.  The officer was sawing her fingers in and out of slut's cunt, and she began to rock her hips in rhythym with the officer's pumping hand.  Slut threw her head back as the thumb began flicking her rigid clit back and forth, causing her knees to weaken as spikes of pure, delicious bliss washed up and over her in a rising tide of uncontrollable sensations that she knew would take her too quickly over the peak.  She cried out freely across the store lot as the first bursts of orgasm rocked through every fiber in her body. "Mmmmaaaahhhhyyyeessss!", she screamed.

Before she was even aware of what was happening, the thin, tough female police officer was guiding her firmly back toward the store entrance, where the depraved owner stood peering out.  Slut looked down to see that her  t-shirt was almost completely soaked through with sweat.  It clung to her as a second skin, making every nuance of her upper body clearly visible through the fabric.  In addition to the growing wet spot around her cunt, the rest of her panties were beginning to aborb so much perspiration that they, too, were almost completely wet.   Slut was delirious as the officer told Merle to give her the restroom key, then guided her around the side of the store to a filthy white door secured by a rusty padlock.  The officer used the key to unclasp the padlock and subsequently opened the door.  She pulled slut inside and, without saying a word, pulled her t-shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the floor.  Then she pushed slut's panties down to her ankles.  Slut stepped out of them, completely naked while the officer unbuckled her duty belt and draped it over the sink. "Take my shoes off.", the officer ordered.  Slut knelt on the filthy old linoleum floor to do as she had been told.  Before she even had both shoes off the female cop had pushed her uniform trousers and her panties down past her knees and ordered slut to remove them as well.

The pungent aroma of aroused females quickly intermingled with that of urine, spilled beer, and cigarette butts in the dank confines of the stuffy little restroom.  Slut's head was grabbed and pulled into the officer's crotch.  "Lick me you nasty fucking whore!", the officer growled.

Her cunt was covered with a heavy thatch of red, wiry hair.  As slut's nose was pressed into it she extended her eager tongue down low and pushed it firmly up between the woman's well concealed cleft and licked it's entire length from bottom to top.  She repeated this while the officer spread her legs wider, and was soon lapping at the musky cunt like a dog licks ice on a hot summer day. "Yessssss you worthless slut!  Lick it!  Lick me, whore!", the officer hissed through clenched teeth.  "You love it, don't you?  You love licking cunt!"

Slut labored naked on the filthy restroom floor for more than thirty minutes, giving the thin lesbian police officer at least five orgasms before finally being told to get dressed.  The officer had gotten much more friendly with slut with every successive orgasm, and now considered herself a friend of some sort. Slut had been engaged in sexual acts with complete strangers for so long now that she found the attitude strange and didn't know quite how to react.  Miss Karen would not allow her to have friends, she was sure.  Besides, she need to be getting along.  She was already going to be late getting to wherever she was going.  The officer gave her a business card with her home phone number on the back, telling her to "check in" the next time she was in the area.

It was with both relief and relish that slut started the van to resume her trip to Miami.  She hadn't counted on being accosted by a horny lesbian cop, and wasn't at all disappointed that she had been so publicly abused.  Surely Miss Karen would have known such things might happen, what with the minimal amount of clothing she had been sent off with and the instructions to be accomodating to all that she met.

Back out on the interstate, a slight smile crossed slut's lips as she thought about all that she had missed in her old life as a respectable, married school teacher.  She would never look at a run down convenience store the same way again, let alone a female police officer.  The air conditioning felt good.  So much was to happen over the next couple of days that she was filled with anticipation.  She wanted to pick up whatever she was picking up and get back to meet Miss Karen's "friend".  What she faced in Miami she didn't know.

 

Karen' heart beat with excitement when her cellphone finally rang at about six p.m.   She was not excitable in the least in most circumstances, but the thought of seeing Tawny again made her feel like a schoolgirl.

Chapter 22  Old Friends

candi had been mounted to the wall just inside her Mistress's entry for more than an hour.  Over the previous couple of weeks this was where and how she had spent considerable time.  She was sure Mistress was excited at the arrival of her friend and nervous that everything be "just right".   If that "just right" meant being stuck to the wall with the wicked boots on, then candi could do it. She still swooned at the memory of how she had spent the afternoon on the hammock licking, kissing, and stroking her beautiful owner.  If she did well, maybe she could do that again soon, or maybe she could do something else that would make her happy.  In the meantime it was best to stay still as a statue, just as she had been taught.

Mistress continued to tidy up, even finding a pretty silk scarf to drape around candi's neck and upper shoulders to conceal the tatoo flowers.  Mistress adjusted her hands and fingers just a bit to ensure they were held at the perfect angle.  In past sessions like this candi was used as a coat hanger. Mistress would hang her keys from one nipple ring and her cellphone from the other, then drape her purse over candi's neck and hang a sweater or light jacket from her hands.  candi was always required to be completely still, even to the point that she could not blink her eyes without doing so carefully and only once every five minutes or so.  Mistress had taught her how to breath slowly without causing her chest or tummy to rise and fall, and had strengthened her muscles and her endurance so that she could stay in position with items hanging from her for a long period of time before any perspiration or signs of exertion became apparent.  Mistress had even experimented by having candi's sister powder her to see if she could be made to look even more inanimate.  Today, though, she was not powdered but was simply made up.  Mistress hadn't the time or patience to attend to candi as her sister did.

candi faintly thought that the most difficult part of the evening might be holding the expression her owner had formed on her face.  She thought she looked surprised, with her eyebrows held high, lips held in an oval shape and her cheeks drawn in a bit.  She had gotten accustomed to the inflatable plug that Mistress mounted to the wall and inserted in her ass to hold her in place.  She couldn't possibly extricate herself from it once it was inflated.  candi was very grateful for the leather strap that surrounded her hips and fastened securely to the wall on either side.  It supported her weight as she leaned forward, legs spread and pressed against the wall, back arched, and lower arms held out parallel to the floor.  She imagined she looked somewhat like a department store mannequin, which is what her Mistress wanted.

 

Karen had spent considerable time both in coming up with uses for candi as well as thinking of a creative way of presenting her to Tawny.  She knew how much Tawny loved surprises, and had fond memories of times when Tawny surprised her with some of the things she had done with her slaves.  She wondered what had happened to the beautiful young hispanic girl that had been so deliciously prepared as a tableau for a dinner buffet.  The crab dip that had been stuffed up her cunt was to die for, and retrieving it on the breadsticks was delightful. She would have to ask Tawny about that one.

Karen was typically the most decisive of women, except when she got within a mile of Tawny.  Tawny was the only woman that Karen truly respected as an equal, which went a long way toward explaining her attraction to her.  It was more than just the physical attraction of her exotic, sexy body and sassy attitude.  Their relationship involved a great deal of mental stimulation that they both found refreshing in a world primarily composed of dullards.

Karen hadn't been able to come to a decision as to what she would do with candi over the long term.  She had been enjoying her simply as a source of pleasure and entertainment over her hiatus, but would rely on Tawny's input as to what use candi might be once she had to return to her career.  Slut was an entirely different story, but she did want to talk with Tawny about her as well, as she presented several attractive options.

 

Karen saw movement through the glass in the door just before someone gently knocked.  Her heart leaped in pure happiness as she quickly swung the door open. Tawny had stood back while her new girl knocked, and now curtseyed to Karen before announcing, "M'lady is delighted to present this wanton harlot for your use, Madame."   Karen burst out laughing.  She had a perfect British accent and was wonderful to behold.

"You have outdone yourself yet again, you bitch!", Karen exclaimed, noting that Tawny looked as luscious as ever. "She's beautiful!"

"Still, not as beautiful as me, though.", Tawny replied deadpan.

"I dunno.", Karen answered mischieviously.  "Tall, young buxom redhead with freckles and an accent, or short, dark, smolderingly sexy lesbian dominatrix?" She paused for effect.   "I'll take both!"

Tawny stepped past her newest slave, who remained in mid curtsey until given instructions.  She moved straight to Karen and embraced her as the long lost lover that she really was.  She had missed her nordic princess dearly.  Karen took her into her arms and pulled her tightly as their lips locked in a hungry and needful kiss that expressed many months of longing for each other.  By the time it ended, not only were they short of breath and more than a little aroused, but both of their witnesses had been affected as well. Candi struggled to avoid letting her breathing be noticed, but her cunt had warmed up a lot since she had watched, at least peripherally, her Mistress and her friend kiss. Their attention turned to her, and it made her nervous.

"I like your hall tree.", Tawny said casually as she curled an arm around Karen's waist.

"I like your redhead, a lot!", Karen replied.

"Lizbeth, come in and close the door.", Tawny directed.

"Lizbeth?  Ha!  It's perfect!", Karen exclaimed, laughing.  The slave looked every bit the proper english maid.  She was beautiful, full busomed, slim, tall, blue-eyed, poised, and even had a nice coating of freckles over luminescent white skin.  Tawny had obviously dressed her to convey a bit of victorian England.  Her blouse was a high collared, full sleeved white cotton gauze that formed itself enticingly around her full, high breasts.  She wore a simple black skirt, no hose, and a pair of full top old-fashion style black pumps.  Tawny had known Karen had a fetish for those shoes and had certainly dressed her slave in them to please Karen.  "Where did you find her?", Karen asked.

"Calcutta, believe it or not.  She was auctioned, which is unbelievable.  But, some people will sell anything when they need money.", Tawny answered proudly. "A broker secured her for me."

Karen looked over the tall beauty critically.  She found no flaws.  The eyes were bright and intelligent like her own.  They were about the same height and weight. "What does a honey like that go for these days?"

"I got her for two fifty seven.  I thought it was a steal."

"Too rich for my blood.", Karen sighed.

"They probably have a discount for government employees.", Tawny joked.

"Bitch!", Karen responded, smiling.  She was so wet!  Every second she spent with Tawny was arousing in some way.  She had never been able to understand it. The Malaysian beauty was strikingly beautiful, especially for a woman so petite. She looked absolutely dilectable in the little brown silk dress and matching pumps she wore.  Her eyes were large and brown, and the dress matched them perfectly.  Karen wouldn't have been surprised to know Tawny had ordered the dress made in a material specifically to match her eyes.  She had so much money she didn't know what to do with it, and often undertook such extravagences. Karen wouldn't complain.  She hoped one day to be with Tawny "always and forevermore", as they sometimes said.

"Where's your other one?", Tawny asked, squeezing Karen tighter.

"I sent her to pick up Henry and Amy.  Won't be back until tomorrow.", Karen answered.

"You mean my friend in Miami is keeping her overnight?"

"Yes.  It was the quickest way or I would have had to send her tomorrow morning for a round trip."

"Oh."

"Problem?"

"No.  I just hope she isn't planning on room service and eggs benedict in the morning.  He is a bit over the top at times, my friend down there."

"Whatever.  As long as she makes it back in one piece with both of them in good condition."  Karen was genuinely unconcerned by Tawny's comments.  She had been hard on slut and didn't think it a bad thing that she might find it was possible to do a lot worse than to be owned by Karen.  Might be an enlightening experience for slut.

"This one?"  Tawny gestured toward candi, then casually cupped Karen's left breast in her right hand.

Karen couldn't wait.  She patted Tawny's sweet little ass through the thin silk minidress.  "Fell into my lap.  Accidentally.  She was visiting big sister and, well..."

"This the one we talked about?"  Tawny squeezed Karen's breast, then felt her ass get squeezed in response.

"Yes."  Karen reached over and pulled the scarf off candi, exposing her tatoos. She draped it over candi's extended arm.  "Like I told you, not much to brag about, other than the taste.  It has become quite a little cuntlicker, though."

Candi felt her pulse quicken as she listened to them speak about her.

"Not a bad hall treee, either.", Tawny added.

"We can talk later.", Karen said softly, turning toward Tawny.  Those big, beautiful bedroom eyes looked up at her, full of lust and wanting.  She took hold of the minidress and lifted it straight up and over Tawny's head, leaving her naked but for the pumps.  She was a sight!

Karen carefully draped the dress over candi's right arm, then took Tawny by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

 

Slut nervously pulled the van into a littered parking area outside a run-down warehouse of some kind.  She double checked to make sure she had the correct address, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the van.  There were no windows, no cars, and no other indication that the warehouse was occupied.  It seemed to her to be such an odd place to pick up parcels for Miss Karen.  She climbed the concrete steps toward a door to the left of a small landing.  She felt very self conscious.  Despite riding with the air conditioner on high the panties still contained the large wet spot where her cunt continued to betray her perpetual state of horniness.  The heat and humidity were even more oppressive here than they had been...wherever that was that she had been accosted by the lesbian police officer.

She knocked timidly on the door.  It opened too quickly.  It seemed to her that it should have taken a while for someone to get to it.  A nice looking man in casual dress invited her in with a sweep of the hand and a smile.  She was relieved by his appearance as well as by the fact that he seemed to have expected her.  And that's all she remembered until she woke up foggy headed and bleary eyed.

She opened her eyes slowly, almost willing this to be a bad dream.  She hadn't forgotten where her life had left off, and so knew that something had happened between then and now to cause her to wake up on a concrete floor in a large cell, naked.  That's what she knew without raising her head or rolling her eyes around.  That was what she was satisfied with knowing for a while, at least until her heart quit pounding and she could take better stock of her overall condition.

Nothing hurt, except for the throbbing headache that she assumed had something to do with whatever was used to sedate her.  The room was hot and stuffy and it smelled of sex.  She licked her lips and tasted something...familiar.  She moved her hands and feet slightly, testing for restraint.  She didn't seem to be bound in any way.  The floor was gritty, as though it hadn't been swept in a very long time.  She lay on her back, and when she first slowly opened her eyes she saw nothing but a plain concrete ceiling above her, dimly lit.  She noticed a darker, small outline above and around her.  Focusing on it, she soon realized that she must be in a cell of some sort, a four sided one.  She could see the bars rise up and into the concrete ceiling, as though the cell, or whatever it was, had been built into the construction of the...warehouse, or whatever it was that she was in.  She stretched slightly.  It was cum she was tasting!  It was on her lips!  She licked them again, searching for more with her eager tongue.

A female voice, not far away, said, "Get up."  Whoever it was sounded bored.Slut blinked a couple of times, feighning more muddle headedness than she actually felt.  She slid her elbows up under her upper body and propped herself up on them.  She was filthy, with dirt and sweat and cum all over her.  Her nipples were hard and red as though they had been recently abused.  She knew she had been well fucked, and was angry to have missed it.  Her head felt clearer and she wasn't'dizzy at all.  She could see the woman's legs but was careful not to look directly at her as she pushed herself up into a sitting position.  Rivulets of jism ran down between her breasts and over her stomach.

Out of the corner of her left eye she saw the legs step quickly toward.  She had just enough time to wince before the hard slap landed across her face, sending her over onto her right side in a heap.  Slut hated and feared being hit more than almost anything in the world.  Tears immediately began to pour out of her eyes as she sobbed like a child.  "Get up.", the voice repeated in the same tone that she had first heard it.  This time she did not dawdle, and quickly rose to her feet before assuming the position Miss Karen had taught her.  When she spread her feet the required distance, a large glob of cum dropped out of her cunt and onto the concrete in a loud "splat".  Slut was still suffering the results of being slapped and was more fearful of the situation than humiliated by it.  She was very close to having no shame left in her at all, she briefly thought, the image of the police officer finger fucking her in the convenience store parking lot flashed into her mind as though to reinforce the belief.

Keeping her eyes on the floor to her direct front, she was still able to make out the general shape of the woman and what she was wearing.  She seemed to be middleaged and was dressed in plain clothes.  Slut could make out another cell a short distance away from the one she and the woman occupied.  It appeared to contain four men, strapped to examination tables.  She wondered what kind of bizarre situation she was in.  Did Miss Karen know about this?  She heard the distinctive click of a disposable lighter.  The woman was lighting a cigarette.

"You are one fine piece of meat.", the woman commented blandly.

Slut inhaled deeply to steady her breathing.  She wasn't sure if she should answer.  "Thank you, Miss.", she replied reluctantly.

"Best tan lines I've ever seen on a bitch."  The woman took a long draw on the cigarette, making the embers glow neon orange in the dark warehouse.  "I'd like to see you hanging from them nipples.  That'd be a sight."

The woman seemed to be thinking out loud and was not requiring answers.  Slut said nothing as her tears subsided and her nervousness grew.  How many men had fucked her?  She heard another splat and could see by where it landed that it had fallen out of her ass.

"What's your name?"

"slut, Miss."

"Slut?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Well, that's appropriate."  The woman laughed hoarsely.  There was a certain rasp to her voice that told of a rough life.  "You can look over at the boys in the next cell.  See them?"

Slut glanced up quickly, then back down at the floor in front of her.  "Yes, Miss."

"I'm going to put you in with them.  You will get them hard and keep them hard until you receive further instructions.  If any of them have an orgasm you will be whipped.  If any of them go soft once you get them hard you will be whipped. It's simple.  Understand?"

Slut gulped.  It was a fearful and fantastic proposition.  She felt her cunt begin to wake up as she just had.  "Yes, Miss."

"You are expected to use all your holes and you may use your hands only to hold their cocks or play with their balls, but you may not jack them off.  Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Miss."  Slut knew she sounded a bit too enthusiastic in her reply.

The woman pulled some keyes out of her pocket and reached through the bars to unlock the cell door opposite slut.  She struck slut as the type of woman who would work as a janitor.  She looked and sounded the part, and was even dressed in what might have been a maintenance uniform with khaki shorts, a navy blue work shirt, and brown work boots. The woman then unlocked the door to the other cell and beckoned slut into it.  For a brief second slut considered running when she was between cells.  She was sure, though, that the  warehouse was well secured.  Besides, she was going to get to play with four cocks, just as she pleased.  Why run away from that?  She told herself not to think.  She always failed when she thought too much.

As she entered the cell containing the men she noticed four cameras mounted in each upper corner.   The men were secured at their ankles, knees, waists, chests, wrists, upper arms, and necks to stainless steel examination tables. Their heads were completely sheathed in black leather hoods.  Slut thought how very hot and stuffy it must be in them.  She recalled being similarly hooded by Miss Karen and assumed their mouths were filled with rubber penises like hers had been.  They were naked and had been completely shaved.  Their bodies glistened, wet with the perspiration of fear.   Their chests rose and fell in different rhythyms and none apppeared the least bit relaxed.  Slut knew they were not in that cell voluntarily, and wondered if she could get them hard and keep them that way under such circumstances.  She focused on their cocks and swooned with delight at the sight of them.  The men were certainly chosen for more than just perfectly toned and well conditioned bodies.  They were all four exceptionally well hung.  Limp, there was not one cock that was less than six or seven inches long and all were beautiful to behold.  One of the men was black and three were white.  Temporarily lost in her reverie, slut was surprised when she heard the cell door swing closed behind her.  The woman strolled lazily away, calling back over her shoulder, "Get to it, slut."  A second later, before she had moved, a bank of floodlights that were mounted between each camera suddenly illuminated the center of the cell so brightly that slut had to squint until she got used to it.  Her first thought was how much hotter the lights would make it.  It must have been ninety degrees already.  From across the warehouse, out of sight, she heard one final utterance from the woman before a door closed and all was silent.  "You can cum as much as you want, slut.  Just be sure not to let any of them get off."

Slut's enthusiasm, already high, suddenly doubled.  She could, after all, make up for the fucking that she missed while she had been incapacitated.  It was almost a dream come true, to be allowed as many orgasms as she wanted.  Oh!  If only Miss Karen knew!

The man closest to her was white, and he jerked when she first touched him.  She assumed that they couldn't hear anything while hooded and so hadn't known what was going on around them at all.  Slut smiled as she slid her right hand across his hard belly and took hold of the base of his cock.  She had never gotten to play with a cock that was hairless before, and now she had four of them, all to herself.  How could she ever keep herself from delivering the cum she so desperately craved?  She leaned forward, admiring the bright pink, well crowned head of the meaty cock.   She lowered her lips down over the head and slowly dragged her tongue around it's rim until, to her relief, she felt the slightest little surge in the beast.  She pushed firmly down on the base, stretching the skin into a smooth shaft of glistening man meat.  She lifted her head and blew softly over the moistened head, feeling it twitch again as it began to stiffen. Turning her head sideways, she wrapped her lips around the underside of the shaft and began nibbling her way up to the head, then back again.  Using this treatment she brought the thing to it's full, proud length, which she guessed was ten inches.  Slut had to keep reminding herself not to stroke it.  It seemed a shame that such a useful tool in the giving of pleasure would be witheld.

Once satisfied that the man was fully aroused and not likely to deflate quickly, slut became preoccupied with moving on to the next cock.  It was equally long and thick when flaccid, but carried a bulbous head that slut was anxious to get into her cunt.  She simply loved cocks of all variety, and she loved them most when they were filling her in one way or another.  The cock she moved to now was made for fucking.  She imagined it capable of delivering devastating thrusts.

The second man hadn't expected or known of her presence, either.  But, like the first, he soon became little more than the thing that was attached to the throbbing cock she was tormenting.  Slut found that, once erect, she could not fit her lips over the head of the purple monster.  So, she climbed atop the steel table and straddled the buff, slick body of the bound captive that the current object of her lust belonged to.  When she lowered herself over the thing, another glob of cum slid out of her slackened hole and dropped on the man's smooth thigh.  Like a bird spotting a spring worm, slut quickly pounced, gathering it onto her fingers and pushing them deeply into her mouth.  She relished the taste as it swirled around and around in her mouth before swallowing to allow it to coat her throat.

She placed her cunt over the head and watched her lips stretch out widely to try to accommodate it.  She had never seen or felt them so distended.  She lowered herself beyond the point of feeling pain, knowing that she could not be leisurely about getting the thing inside her.  She glanced nervously to her left to see that her first friend of the evening was losing interest quickly.  Now sensing what sort of a game she had found herself in, she forced herself to bear whatever might come by dropping her weight down fully over the orange-sized head and feeling it pass quickly up through her until she bottomed out with it deep inside her.   The pain came only then, but she managed it without having to cry out.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as she placed her hands on the man's upper abdomen and began pumping the length of his shaft with her cunt.   "Oh, God!", she thought, "I don't want to stop!".  The huge head felt like a bowling ball inside her, completely filling her cunt channel from top to bottom with every thrust.

She leapt from it with a sucking pop to step across to the first man and lower herself on his flagging but still semihard cock.  When he was fully sheathed within her she sat down firmly on his body and rotated her hips front to back, side to side, and in a circular motion until she felt him harden up.  Then, she raised herself up verify that he was at his full length before beginning to fuck him in earnest.  She hoped to get him to a sustainable point before, hopefully, moving on to number three before number two began to tire.  So, she rode him for just a few seconds longer before jumping off and onto the concrete again.

She padded quickly over to number three, the black man, and stuffed his limp dick into her mouth for an impatient swirling session accompanied by fleeting glances back over at numbers two and one.  This cock was nice, too.  She liked black cocks that were really black, as this one was.  They made her feel so...so...nasty!  There was no time to admire her new friend, though, as she needed to get it up and going without having to backtrack.  Already she was categorizing which ones she was going to put into her ass.  The black cock stiffened nicely but proved to be extraordinarily thick as well as long.  She guessed it to be...well, it didn't matter.  They were all big.  Very big.  She licked and sucked on the thing while squeezing and tickling the monstrous balls that fed it.   Now this one was hard.  Two was still hard, just as she had left it.   One was giving way already, but she might have time to get number four going before attending to number one again.   The enthusiasm she felt earlier was beginning to wane, but she was hopeful that once she got them all situated and could get into a rhythym, all would be well.

Soon enough she had the fourth cock standing tall and decided that it was time to make for more play and less work for herself.  She moved quickly back to the first man and climbed up onto the table he was strapped to.  She couldn't believe she was permitted to have as many orgasms as she liked.  Her cunt had been neglected for so long that she was anxious to get busy fucking the men and to get some satisfaction for herself.  She straddled the guy and reached down between her legs to steady his huge cock as she lowered herself over it.  Her cunt was sore and felt stretched from whatever had happened while she had been unconscious, but she didn't care in the least.  She pushed the head back and forth between the folds of her wet lips and relished the ability to rub her clit as much as she liked at the same time.  What a wonderful sensation!

The warehouse attendant snacked on a bag of chips while watching the whore perform on the video monitor.  The latest collection of acquisitions needed, as usual, to have their minds and cocks occupied while arrangements were worked out for their distribution.  The attendant was glad to hand that responsibility over to a slave rather than do it herself.  She normally went about the task in a workmanlike fashion; stroking and teasing them for most of her twelve hour shift.  She had been doing it for a number of years and saw it as nothing more than a mechanical requirement of her duties.  It did nothing to arouse or interest her.  Watching the nasty whore perform was as close a thing to entertainment as she might get in a few weeks, for all she knew.  She wasn't jealous of the pleasure the whore seemed to be getting out of the task.  Since being desexed she had found life to be much simpler.  It was preferable to the constant longing for stimulation she knew the sexy-but-filthy whore suffered every waking minute of every day.  It was necessary for those that had use in them, she knew.  But, well past her prime and never of a quality of the cunt she watched, she was grateful to be able to continue to provide valuable service even if it meant being locked inside a warehouse the rest of her life.

She smiled faintly as she watched the cunt begin to ride the first long cock up and down it's considerable length.  If the slave didn't pace herself, she might just end up exhausted before her task was through.

CHAPTER 23  Interlude

Ever since Tawny first seduced Karen in their sophomore year in college, their sexual encounters had resembled a battle for supremacy.  That first time had been a real struggle in which Karen resisted with all her strength before Tawny finally wore her down and took her, there on the dorm room floor.  Neither had been the same since.  They both understood, deep down, that they couldn't tolerate each other over the long term.  Two such dominant personalities as theirs would always find conflict.  But, the sparks that flew when they were together for short periods of time burned as brightly as any either had known. They loved each other dearly, and they lusted for each other endlessly.  It was the nonsexual aspects of life that they both knew would get in the way if they ever tried to live together.

For Lizbeth and candi the sounds emanating from what must be the master bedroom were troubling.  It sounded as though there was a struggle going on, and although no words were spoken, there were plenty of exclamations, grunts, groans, and eventually two very loud orgasms that aroused them both just by listening.

candi, of course, could not move despite the fact that she more than perceived that the redhead off to her right wouldn't know the difference, and was probably as helpless as she was.  candi simply concentrated on being the best hall tree she could be.  That was what her owner wanted.  That was how she would avoid the bad things that could happen to her.  But, oh, how things hurt to be so very still!

Lizbeth was a well trained, veteran slave.  Despite her young age and fresh look, she never had doubts as to what to do in a given situation and knew this was simply a time to stay in position and wait.  When her mistress got the pleasantries of getting reacquanted with her old friend, they would find a use for Lizbeth.  The creature attached to the wall was beneath her and so she ignored it.

Karen finally rolled off Tawny, gasping for breath.  She was the victor this time, ending up on top and having controlled the tempo.  She knew Tawny hated to lose, but when they both had orgasms like that, who cared?  "Bitch.", Karen muttered.  "Cunt.", Tawny replied.  They both laughed.

"Who sharpens your teeth?", Karen joked.   "Did you bite my clit completely off or did you leave a little for later?"

"Oh, I'm listening to the lamentations of Lady Dracula?  Miss "I'll bite you on the neck because that's how I like it?"  Tawny answered sarcastically.

They both sighed together, chuckling a little as they exhaled.

"You know I still hate being scratched.", Tawny mentioned.

"That's why I scratch you every chance I get!"  Karen dragged her nails, clawlike, down Tawny's upper leg.

"Why can't I find a sub as sexy as you?", Karen asked.  It was a question Tawny had heard a hundred times.   She gave the same answer as always.  "Because you couldn't have so much fun looking!"

"What about this new one?" Tawny asked.  "Slut?"

"Yes, slut.  She's a cock whore."

"Too bad."

"Uh huh."

"Your hall tree out there?"

"Well...she tastes good.  I need to talk to you about them."

"Talky talky talky.", Tawny rolled over on top of Karen, lowering her wet cunt down onto Karen's face while pushing her upper body up.  "How about you get busy talking to Miss Daisy?"

Karen's laugh was muffled by the deliciously smooth, wet flesh that surrounded her mouth, and pushed her tongue deeply into "Miss Daisy" for that little talk.

 

Slut was relieved that all of her four hard cocks were staying up long enough now for her to enjoy them.  She had rotated across them four times now, fucking them in long, wonderful strokes.  She realized her real challenge now was to prevent them from coming.  Though she would have loved to take them over the edge and to have them coat her throat with their cum, she was mindful of the threat to be hung from her tits if it happened.   So, she raised and lowered herself over each cock no more than eight to ten times before stepping over to the next pleasure pole for a ride on it.  All the while she was playing with her clit and pinching and pulling on her nipples.   She had neared one orgasm but let it slip away rather than continue to ride the cock she was on.  She was greatly enjoying herself despite all of the fear and trepidation that remained buried somewhere within her.  Somehow she had learned that the first priority is not to think about anything more than the task at hand, and to do that task as well as possible.  So, wherever she was and whatever was going to happen had little bearing on this rare opportunity to use four huge, hard cocks in almost any manner she would like to, except for the restriction that they not be allowed to spew forth their contents.

She tried not to wonder about the four men that were attached to the great cocks.  It was obvious to her that they were not bound to the tables voluntarily and that her task of getting and keeping them hard was part of someone's plan. She wondered, as she groaned aloud while descending down over the largest slick pole in temporary inventory, what Miss Karen knew about this...or her friend. She looked up through the glaring lights at the cameras and couldn't help but smile.  It was a decadent thing, what she was doing.  But, it was under duress, wasn't it?  She had been threatened.  She supposed, under those circumstances, that it was okay if she happened to enjoy what she was doing.  She had been taken away from her old life.  Maybe not the same as these men, but it had all turned out okay...so far.   She was always fearful of displeasing her Mistress and of being punished.  But she had never felt so alive in her life.  She was dwelling in a world of extremes rather than in a mundane one.  And, today, or tonight, whichever it was, she got to be a fucking machine.

Her nipples hardened all the more at the thought.  A fucking machine.  All of her holes.  Four men.  Captives.  Hard cocks.  Huge ones.  For her...to...ride... and...suck and lick and...  She felt herself rising again toward an orgasm and quickly calculated whether to risk it.  She was on her fourth or fifth stroke and decided that if it was going to happen, it should happen now...quickly.   She pushed her right breast up toward her mouth and took the long, meaty nipple between her lips and began to suckle it as though she were a starving hyena.  Sure that she was properly balanced, she began slapping at her clit and twisting her left nipple in a frenzy of lust that propelled her almost instantly up and over her threshold and into a long, shuddering, and completely mind-numbing orgasm.  She found her entire body rigid and shaking, unable to move until it washed completely over her and subsided.   Her first rational thought was to get off the cock and milk it quickly with her hands until it shot straight down her throat.  She could see herself gobbling up the thick sperm and swallowing it eagerly.  Then the thought of what it would be like to be hung from her tits convinced her to simply continue performing her task and to dismount this one for the purpose of mounting the next one.  She looked around at the three unused cocks around her and licked her lips.  She was a fucking machine.

 

After abusing each other for more than an hour, Tawny and Karen finally rolled off the sweat-dampened bed.  Each bore the scratches, bite marks, and small bruises that tended to accompany their trysts.  They were both tired.  Karen decided to take a long shower while Tawny padded naked out to the entry way where she had left Lizbeth and the human hall tree.  She sent the former off to bathe her friend and planned to pass some time exploring this..."candi".

Tawny viewed the slave critically from several angles.  She removed the scarf that Karen had so artfully arranged on the thing, and freed the creature of it's burdens.  Though Karen hadn't yet fully elaborated on her questions, Tawny knew what concerned her anyway.  Karen's hiatus from her intelligence work would soon enough be over and it would be time for her to divest herself of her two summertime diversions;  The Sisters Slut And Candi.  Karen had been acquiring and discarding slaves for more than a dozen years now, and more often than not Tawny was consulted in some way about what should be done to or with them. Tawny lived in the BDSM/slavery realm full time and had developed an extensive list of contacts and associates the world over.  She had a good eye for value and could have made a decent living as a broker if she weren't already as rich as she wanted to be.

This cunt was not especially notable.  Tawny sampled her juices and did find them unique, but knew a tasty pussy was not a marketable asset.  The floral tattoo was detrimental as well.  Though she brought her own tattoo kit at Karen's request, she didn't see much that could be done to enhance anything about the creature.  It was not an attractive thing, though it was not ugly. She simply couldn't identify any redeeming qualities that would put it in any category other than simple labor or some of the darker options.  This was new for Karen, as every previous acquisition had been preselected for the kinds of attributes that were attractive to both Karen and potential buyers. This...candi...had simply been an accidental add-on.  Tawny wondered, though she knew her friend quite well, how Karen would react to the news that this cunt's future was likely to be a tough and fairly short one.

Tawny knelt and reached between the mounted cunt's legs where the rubber bulb hung from the tube leading to the anal plug that kept the creature firmly attached to the wall.   She released the little air plug, allowing the thing to deflate, then pulled the cunt down by it's nipple rings onto it's knees. "Tongue.", she said.  The tongue sprang forth instantaneously.  Tawny took hold of the heavy ring mounted in the end of the tongue and stood to pull the animal by it's tongue around the house.  She simply wanted to get acquainted with the interior and to find a comfortable place to rest for a while.  She settled into a nice peach colored leather sofa and slid her hips up to the edge of the cushion while positioning the slave between her legs.  "Nose in cunt, tongue in ass.", she said simply.

Karen had gotten quite good at the psychological aspects of twisting fairly normal minds into depraved obedient ones.  So, it came as no surprise to Tawny that this white, shaved thing did not hesitate to put it's nose in her pussy and tongue on her tight little asshole.  Tawny rested her feet on the cunt's back and ordered it to "lick".  She loved to pass time this way, although her preference was to have a tongue that is unencumbered by a ring.  The deep probing that she liked was more difficult and less pleasant with a ring installed.  So, she limited her direction to this cunt to simple, straightforward, rhythymic licking.

candi was so very grateful to be taken off the wall and used.  The woman was so beautiful, even prettier than her owner!  She was happy to be between her legs and happy to be of service.  She pushed saliva out onto her tongue and slathered it all around the musky little hole and licked it up and down, around and around, up and down, around and around, just as the woman directed, for what seemed to candi to be a very long time.

 

Karen greatly enjoyed the professional attentions of Lizbeth.  Not only was she lovingly bathed and massaged in the shower, but Lizbeth patted her dry, brushed her hair, powdered her, and helped her into a short satin robe.  Tawny's slaves always made Karen long for the time when she wouldn't be caught in the cycle of acquiring, training, and moving slaves in short cycles during her breaks.  She could never get hers to the level of performance that Tawny enjoyed.  That was to be expected, she knew.  Karen left Lizbeth naked, kissing her on the lips in thanks for the expert performance.  She took her hand and walked through the house to find Tawny and candi in her den.

"Well, this proves you're the true bitch.", Karen snapped in feigned anger.  "I treat your slaves like gold and you have mine licking your ass."

Tawny simply smiled back.  She was content.

Karen placed Lizbeth off to the side and sat down beside Tawny, draping her left arm over her lover's neck and brushing her hair off her forehead.  "Thanks.", Karen whispered softly.  "Lizbeth is great.  Can I have her.?"

Tawny laughed softly.  It was a running joke between them.  Karen was always asking if she could have one or the other of Tawny's slaves.  "When you retire, maybe?", Tawny answered as she always did.  "What are you waiting for, anyway? I'm sure I've made you enough money in sales to retire, so who needs that piddling government pension?"

"You know I'm waiting to get a crack at the big boy.", Karen cooed.

"You've kicked enough Arabs in the balls these last few years, Karen.  They may never find him!"  She glanced sideways at Karen.

"Well, I have a feeeeeeling...", Karen said softly.

"You're always so damned circumspect!  Do they know where he is?"

"That's beyond me, and I say no more."

"Cunt!"

"Bitch!"

They laughed together and began to reminisce about old times.

 

Slut had no clue how long she had been fucking her four captive cocks.   She was, however, counting her orgasms and had managed five so far.  She was tiring and her cunt was getting sore, so she had finally had to revert back to using her mouth to keep the boys up.  It was strange to lick and suck her own juices off the huge rods, at least until she had them completely clean.  It made her think of Miss Karen and how much she wished she would be used more to give her owner pleasure.  She was sure she could do as well as her little piggie sister candi.  The image of Miss Karen and candi in the hammock when slut had left for the trip to Miami popped into her head, delivering along with it a wave of envy and a sense of failure.  She would take full advantage of any chance she got to service Miss Karen.  After all, she had made the skinny police officer happy, hadn't she?  Without knowing how long she would be required to perform on the four cocks, she could not design a plan for when she would take them into her ass.  She knew that once she started she had to continue until the task was over.  She certainly didn't want to have to lick them or put her cunt on them after her ass had been working them.  She thought too that maybe only one of them would be easy to work into her backside, and wondered if the rules she had been given meant that every cock had to be in every hole or if she simply had to use every hole to keep all the cocks hard.  When would she be allowed to go? She worried about Miss Karen and her friend and what she might be missing.  She felt so left out.  What was this place?  She quickly realized she was thinking too much again and decided to be thankful at this opportunity to be licking and sucking such wonderful specimens of the male organ.  Not many girls got this chance, she told herself.

 

candi's tongue was completely numb by the time her owner's friend took hold of it again and led her quickly into the guest bathroom.  She had overheard a bit of conversation between them in which the woman had told Miss Karen that she hadn't put a drop of piss into a toilet in three years.  It was not until the woman positioned her so that the back of her neck rested on the front edge of the toilet bowl that she understood what the statement had meant.  She pressed her lips tightly over the woman's cunt when it was lowered down onto her face and drank eagerly when the hot piss filled her mouth.  As ordered she licked the woman clean and stayed in position to receive the piss of both her owner and the other woman whose name candi couldn't remember.  After they had all emptied their bladders into her, she was ordered out onto a coffee table and put into position on all fours.  Though her ability to follow conversations was not what it had once been, she was able to understand that they were talking about her by picking up snippets of what they were saying.

"...too small to be of much use as a laborer..."

"...simply not attractive enough to serve in a sexual capacity..."

"...could be of use on one of the asian assembly lines..."

"...even with some radical body modifications there wouldn't be much value..."

"...maybe for torture training..."

"...those people are savages..."

"...probably the best you could do is fifty thousand for this one..."

"...I hope you haven't grown attached to it..."

candi's conditioning had dramatically altered her cognitive abilities, so she was not able to completely grasp the nature of the conversation.  What she could understand was enough to make her fearful that bad things might happen to her. She was powerless to do anything about it, though.  Other than faintly grasp that her future may be quite different from her present circumstances.

After the conversation ended her owner led her to the garage and secured her in the little hut that had become a comfortable and safe haven for her over the past several weeks.  She fell asleep listening to the soft static that was a constant companion during all of her hours alone inside her little pen.

 

slut was frozen in a painful contraction as she squatted over the cock she had chosen to take into her ass.  It was the smallest of the four, and she had gotten overenthusiastic about taking it.  Now, with three quarters of it up her ass, she had to wait for the contraction to pass before lowering herself down any further.  To help speed the process she pulled and pinched her nipples and rubbed her clit somewhat frantically.  She didn't have time to waste on contractions when any of the three other cocks might start to go soft on her. The men at times seemed very tired and she was sure she was keeping them awake. They must have been through a lot.  She wondered what time it was, and realized she had no idea whether it was day or night.  She had no clue how long she had been unconscious earlier.  It might have been for an hour or a day.

She felt herself loosening and the contraction begin to ebb, so she slowly lowered herself down the last three inches of cock until she had taken all of it.  It was with a great deal of satisfaction that she raised herself steadily up until just the head remained within her distended hole, then lowered herself down all the way to the base again.  What a nasty, nasty thing she was doing. She felt wonderful to be so completely stuffed and wished she could have a cock just as large in her cunt at the same time.

After riding up and down on the cock for five or six long strokes she wanted more, and decided to hop over to the next largest penis and sample how it would feel in her now relaxed ass.  She spit heavily onto both palms and lubricated the huge cock with her saliva before guiding it's head up through her anal ring. She groaned softly as she lowered herself, slowly taking the larger cock up into her bowels inch by exquisite inch.  It was stretching her to her limit, she thought, and it was great to be able to control the tempo to maximize her pleasure and minimize the pain.

As she was riding this cock up and down she heard footsteps approaching from behind.  Looking over her shoulder she could see it was the woman that had given her instructions earlier.  Though she felt more than a bit humiliated to be ass fucking the huge cock with the woman watching, she knew she had no choice and so continued to impale herself on the thing until told to do otherwise.

The woman unlocked and entered the cell area containing slut and the four captive men.  She was carrying a bucket full of soapy water and a scrub brush, which she placed on the floor beside the first table.  She sounded bored when she spoke.  "It's time for you to scrub them.  Make sure they are as clean as you can get them.  When they are done, scrub yourself."  With that, the woman turned and ambled out through the cell door, locking it behind her.  She disappeared again into the darkness.

slut knew an order when she heard it, so reluctantly pulled herself off the cock and instantly regretted having to stop.  She hated feeling empty after being filled for so long.  It was even worse than how she felt after Miss Karen had made her wear an anal plug for a long time then removed it.  The scrub brush was especially stiff.  She cringed at the thought of using it on herself.  She thought it was probably for horses or tires or something.

She tried to be gentle to the men with the fantastic cocks.  But, that was impossible.  Everywhere that she scrubbed them, even with the lightest pressure, their skin was left a bright pink from the irritation.  But, they were clean, at least so far as the areas she could get to.  She couldn't bear to use the brush on their cocks so took advantage of the chance to stroke them with her soapy hands.  She kept them hard that way, and reasoned that technically she had not been told to discontinue keeping them aroused.  She toyed with their shaven balls when she thought she could sneak a feel here and there.  It was a pleasurable experience for her, washing those four hard bodies.

Eventually she had to admit to herself that she had spent all the time she could in getting them as clean as possible.  Although they remained soapy, she had no way to rinse them and had to get around to cleaning up her own filthy body to satisfy her instructions.  She deeply feared that she might not get another chance to have an orgasm for quite some time.  So, she decided to give herself one more while she still could.   She knew she would have to conceal it and to suppress it as much as possible.  Though it had not been forbidden, it did violate her standing instructions from Miss Karen.

slut tried the scrub brush on her lower legs and found that it was quite stiff and harsh on her skin.  She knew, though, that there was nothing better than a stiff brush for getting clean, and she was filthy.   So, she continued scrubbing her legs from the bottom up and found the brush particularly painful when she got to the tender skin of her inner thighs.  Painful in a good way, she thought. As her inner thighs heated up from the abuse, she noticed her nipples stiffening and her clit beginning to tingle.  She reached behind her and ran the brush over her ass, feeling it heat up, then sawed it roughly back and forth between her ass cheeks.  She spasmed in pain as it menaced her tender, stretched asshole. Arching her back a bit, she was able to push the brush through and bring it into contact with her cunt.  By then her clit was peeking out from it's hood, begging for attention.  Leaning back just a bit while spreading her legs wide, she thrust the brush up from behind at an extreme angle and ground it ruthlessly over her swollen, abused cunt and nearly dropped the brush when it ripped across her hard clit.

Throwing her head back, her entire body shuddered in a rolling, thunderous orgasm that came so suddenly and so strongly that she was not at all prepared. Involuntarily she screamed out in pain and pleasure as her body shook and trembled in the aftershocks of her unauthorized deed.

Fear overtook her and she resumed bathing herself with a good bit more gentleness than she had allowed herself previously.  She loved her body; her blonde hair,  firm and shapely legs, flat belly, shaved cunt, her tan lines, even her exceptionally long and thick nipples.  It belonged to Miss Karen, who had for all intents and purposes created it.  slut wondered as she tried to wash out her hair if she had somehow crossed into a new realm.  She had never hurt herself on purpose before.  What was happening to her?

She heard the footsteps approaching again...

CHAPTER 24  Home Sweet Home

slut knew almost immediately that she had somehow been sedated again.  She couldn't remember how, and didn't much care to as long as the cobwebs and throbbing drumbeat of a splitting headache plagued her.  She opened her eyes reluctantly, not sure she wanted to know where she was.  She was laying on a hard surface, but it was warm rather than cold, and it felt like...she could see the interior roof of the minivan and understood with some relief she was inside the cargo area of it, just behind the two front seats.  There were boxes to her left, fairly large ones.  Two of them.  Something was...a piece of paper was pinned to her top...she was dressed in her cotton panties and t-shirt.  They were clean, but wet.  She had been sweating.  It was too warm...very stuffy. She pulled the note off and looked at it.  It was a simple map, directing her to I-95 northbound.  Nothing else.  It wasn't quite dark, or it wasn't quite light outside.  She had no clue what day it was, let alone whether it was morning or evening.  She sat up slowly enough so as not to cause her head to burst, and saw that nothing outside the van was the slightest bit familiar.  It appeared to be sitting at the end of a dead-end alley, surrounded by delapidated buildings. She felt the dull ache in her cunt and ass and was reminded of what she had been doing with the four men.  She had no clue where that had happened, and doubted, now that she could see how it had all ended up, that she would ever be able to provide any worthwhile information about what little she had seen during her brief time in Miami.  Now, she knew, she had to get back to Miss Karen's home with the delivery she had been sent to pick up.  What could be in such crates?

After a few minutes of sorting things out and allowing herself to return to reality, she found the keys in the ashtray, climbed into the driver's seat, started the van, and headed toward "home".

 

Tawny hadn't returned to slut's old home to spend the evening, and had spent the night in Karen's bed, with Lizbeth sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed and candi locked up in her little piggie hut in the garage.  Karen slept better than she had in months, and awoke feeling a contentment that only manifested itself when she was close to Tawny.    She pulled the blanket up over Tawny's shoulders and slipped out of bed to have Lizbeth prepare a pot of coffee.  slut would be home sometime this morning, she knew, along with henry and amy. Karen pulled on her short satin robe, prodded Lizbeth awake with her foot, and padded quietly into the kitchen.

Karen and Tawny had always shared their subs as though there was no difference who they belonged to.  Lizbeth was a compelling young lady and Karen looked forward to getting to know her better.  Tawny wouldn't mind.

She was impressed by how quickly Lizbeth had awakened and jumped up to follow her into the kitchen.  It indicated a sense of servitude that ran so deeply into the girl's psyche that it even pervaded her sleep.  When one sleeps as though one were a slave, one does not awaken surprised by her lot in life.  It was a small but noteworthy detail, Karen thought.

The red-headed beauty had slept in a cotton nightdress that was every bit as victorian in design as Lizbeth was in her look.  Karen patiently lifted it up at the hem and pulled it over Lizbeth's head and off, tossing it onto the back of a chair.  The creature actually blushed!  That was refreshing, especially for a slave so well trained and experienced as this one.  There was still a bit of modesty left in her.

"You are going to be my coffee girl, Lizbeth.  Every morning at six a.m. you'll awaken and make a pot of coffee just the way I am going to show you. Do you understand?"

"Yes M'Lady.", Lizbeth replied confidently, but in a very respectful tone.

Karen smiled to herself.  Tawny always found the best ones.  With her kind of money....

Karen finished her brief period of instruction and tried to think of something fun she could do with Lizbeth while the coffee brewed.  Her perfect white skin just begged for some color.  With a twirl of her finger Karen caused Lizbeth to begin to rotate slowly in place so that she could get a nice look at her.  She was exquisite, especially that waist!  "Lizbeth, have you been corsetted?"

"Oh, yes, M'Lady.  Extensively, if this humble handmaiden may so very respectfully add."

Karen was taken aback at the manner in which the girl so adroitly expanded her answer.  Nevertheless...

"Is it your habit to provide brief and accurate answers to questions or to go on and on as you just did?", Karen asked casually.  The girl had a quick mind, and Karen saw it working.

"This servant was in error M'Lady."  She bowed slightly.

Karen wondered if the fluttering eyelids were part of an act.  She reacted poorly when she felt she was being played by a mere slave.  But, she couldn't be sure.  She didn't know this one.

"How extensively were you corsetted?"

"Three years, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered carefully.

"What is your waist size?"

"Twenty inches, M'Lady."

"I must say it is very nice, Lizbeth.  Particularly on one with breasts and hips such as yours.  Quite a pleasing contrast."

"Thank you, M'Lady."  She blushed again.

Karen knew that blushing was very difficult to fake, so at least as far as that went, the girl was being real.  It would not hurt to bring her down a peg or two though, Karen thought.  She took Lizbeth by the wrist and led her into the garage, which was already quite stuffy.  It was going to be an exceptionally hot and humid day, Karen knew.  Better take care to see that the pig was kept well hydrated, she reminded herself.  In the meantime, though, she wanted to fit Lizbeth with one of her favorite devices. She unlocked a large cabinet in which she stored many of her training implements and removed the device from it.  She held it up for Lizbeth to see.

"Ever seen one of these?", she asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, M'Lady.", Lizbeth answered nervously.

Karen lifted it higher with her left hand, reserving her right to gesture to the appropriate parts of the item as she described them.  "I had this made in Copenhagen to my own specifications.  It's quite simple, really.  As you can see the two cuffs here lock around the ankles and are joined together by the steel rod that will keep your feet separated by about two feet.  Note the pivot points where the rod and cuffs join?"

"Yes, M'Lady."

"And, as you can see, the cuff rod contains a pivot in the center to which the vertical shaft is attached."  Karen drew her fingers upward along the thin metal rod toward the top.  She smiled broadly at Lizbeth, who blushed again in reply. "It's topped by these two metal phalluses mounted on the smaller rod...", she tipped the smaller rod to show how it would rock back and forth just a bit. "...and, here, the angle of the phalluses can be adjusted to conform to any desired angle.  What do you think the purpose of this device is, Lizbeth?"

Lizbeth's mind worked quickly through the options.  "It appears to be a humbling device, M'Lady.", she answered quite seriously.

"Correct!", Karen exclaimed in false enthusiasm.  "And you win the prize!"

She presented the chrome plated steel phalluses, each about eight inches in length, to Lizbeth's lips to have them lubricated with her saliva.  Clearly worried, Lizbeth obediently took them both in her mouth in turn and sucked and licked them as though they were real.  It was what was expected, but it did arouse a bit of excitement in Karen.  Next she had the girl spread her legs widely and bend at the waist.  Walking around behind her, she adjusted the phalluses the proper distance from each other after positioning them at the slave's cunt and asshole, then slowly but insistently pushed them up into the bitch until they were deeply inserted.  With the longer vertical rod roughly parallel to the floor, she gently rotated the cuff end of it downward, causing Lizbeth's upper body to straighten up to maintain alignment with the steel dildos that were buried in her cunt and ass.  Karen buckled the cuffs around the girl's ankles and that was that.

"Take a stroll around, Lizbeth.  Tell me what you think.", Karen said, as though she were a car salesman suggesting a test drive.

With her feet pivoting on each other and the vertical shaft riding on the horizontal one that joined them, she had to shuffle her feet in circular motions to move forward, but each time she raised a foot to shuffle, the steel cocks were forced more deeply into her.  By moving she was made to feel exceptionally awkward but at the same time was essentially fucking herself.  Worst of all was the fact that she knew she would have to keep her upper body completely upright as she could not bend over with the shiny metal cocks impaling her as they were. So, even with her hands completely free, she could not reach the ankle cuffs to undo them even if she were invited to.  It was a unique device that she had never seen before, and she had to give her owner's friend a great deal of credit for the ingenuity it's design displayed.  Not to mention the devious nature of the mind behind the design.  Though she would have preferred not to have been the present victim of the diabolical thing, there was nothing she could do but try to please.  She noted as she shuffled around in a circle that Mistress Karen was pulling out a cane as well as what appeared to be a long, black skirt.  The observation proved to be correct, and soon the entirety of the wicked device was completely concealed beneath the skirt.   Gesturing with the cane, Mistress Karen directed her to return to the kitchen.  She found it maddening how slowly she was forced to move in order to cover even the short distance to the door that led into the house.  She imagined herself looking like a handicapped or injured person and wondered what purpose the cane was to serve.

Karen took the opportunity to pull the pig out of it's hut and lead it by it's leash through the back door of the garage and into the back yard.  She dropped the leash in the grass, saying "go pee now."  God, it was hot!  For as early as it was, it must have been ninety degrees already!  She enjoyed it when the piggie's skin glistened as it did now, slick with perspiration.  There was not an ounce of fat left on the little cunt, and Karen was satisfied that the third application of the permanent depilatory had worked and that not a hair would ever grow again anywhere on the pig, let alone it's chinny chin chin.  Karen was surprised to hear herself giggling.  She hadn't known until then that her mood was so good.  It's Tawny.  I'm always happy when she is with me, or I am with her, and we have our slaves to toy with.

After the pig peed she hosed it off with the garden hose and chained it to a stake in the ground under the shade of the large magnolia tree in the rear of the yard.  She put a bucket of water next to it in case it got thirsty.  She patted it on it's head and returned to the house for her first cup of coffee of the day.

She found Lizbeth sobbing silently in the kitchen.  "What's the trouble, dear?", Karen asked, sounding like Joan Cleaver.  She was pouring her coffee before Lizbeth began to answer.

"This...handmaiden...fears that,... M'Lady forgive me!  Fears that Mistress will be angry that this handmaiden has not served M'Lady well."

Really, they were all alike.  Stupid.  Karen sipped her coffee, choosing not to react.  The cunt was haughty after all and was disappointed that all of her high-brow training didn't count for a thing when it came to Mistress Karen. She'll get used to me, Karen thought. Maybe.

She pulled a little white tank top out of her dirty clothes hamper and tossed it to Lizbeth.  "Put this on.  You have an errand to run."

Once it was on and nicely exposing the contours of Lizbeth's ample breasts and pretty nipples, Karen handed her the cane.  "Over in the other house there is a large tupperware container in the freezer.  Get it and bring it back.   Oh!  I forgot shoes!"

Karen quickly retrieved Lizbeth's heels from the floor of the bedroom and put them on her.  She stood, sipping her coffee while watching the pretty thing struggle to get to the entry door to begin her long journey over to slut's former home and back.  Karen knew it would take a very long time, sweating would make the tank top transparent before she got halfway across the yard, and for all intents and purposes, anyone who saw her at that hour would assume she suffered from some horrible, crippling accident or degenerative disease.  What a shame.  As the creature finally made her way through the door and out into the heat, Karen could see that she was still sobbing.  Not such a perfect acquisition, after all, she thought.  She went to the sunroom to watch piggie while she finished her coffee.

Tawny awoke, smelling the coffee and following her nose into the kitchen.  She poured herself a cup, wondering where Lizbeth was.  She found Karen sitting contentedly in the sunroom and couldn't help but pull open her robe and kiss her gently on her rosy nipples.  "What's a girl have to do to get some service around here?", she asked softly.  "I had to pour my own coffee!"

"You have to do better than that!", Karen answered.

"Bitch", Tawny hissed.

"Cunt", Karen answered instantly.

They both laughed.

Tawny sat next to Karen.  "You don't mind my outfit, do you?", she asked in mock concern.

"I might if you were wearing one.  As it is, I have no complaints."

Karen leaned over to kiss Tawny.  It was a kiss that communicated love, and Tawny was touched by it.  "My goodness Karen.  I might wonder if you'd grown a heart by that kiss."

"Maybe I'm growing up."

"Or, maybe you're getting old and looking for a way to settle down and get out of government work."

"Who works for the government?", Karen smiled.

"Nobody in this room, I'm sure.", Tawny answered deadpan.

Karen poured her a cup.  "I'm thinking about it."

"About what?"

"Your offer...you know..."

"Oh, plllllllease!  Don't waste my time!  I've heard that a hundred times!"

"Well, I was thinking.  Seriously.  It is kind of a good time to end my career, after this last stint I think I will have done everything I intended to do.  A promotion would ruin it, and they are talking about one for me."

Tawny sipped on the coffee, thinking.  "Hmmm?"

"So, maybe we could work something out."

Tawny was almost beside herself with the excitement of knowing Karen was finally coming around, after all those years.  She would not let on how she felt, though.  "Maybe.", she answered flatly.

They continued to talk for the next two hours, working out the details of their future together.  They were briefly interrupted by the reappearance of Lizbeth, who entered the sunroom after her awkward journey to the "guest house" to retrieve the mysterious tupperware container from the freezer there.   Tawny couldn't help but laugh at her slave's predicament.  Karen was ruthlessly efficient at putting the servants in their place.  Lizbeth seemed absolutely horrified.  Normally so self contained and proper, it was refreshing for Tawny to see her stressed out.  Karen quickly showed her the device by raising Lizbeth's skirt.  Tawny winked at Karen and exclaimed, "That's my girl!"  They then ignored Lizbeth to continue their conversation.

By the end of the discussion they had decided that Tawny would build for Karen a "small" guesthouse on her property in the mountains of North Carolina so that she could establish separate living quarters and not feel closed in or dependent in any way.

It was all somewhat of a surprise to Karen.  She hadn't intended to contemplate retirement and certainly didn't want to place herself in a position where she was dependent on Tawny, or anyone else, for anything.  It might have been that the knowledge of what would likely happen to candi if she put her on the open market made her feel guilty.  Unlike her usual acquisitions, she couldn't blame the poor thing for her circumstances.  The little pig was like an old car that was worth more to keep than to sell.  It's cunt was still as tasty as ever.

Part of their collaboration involved Karen's continuing to acquire and move new slaves for her own occupation and enrichment.  She had to admit to herself that being able to play with slaves in an ongoing, 24/7 basis was a much more attractive proposition than spending a few more years interrogating arabs.  It paid better, too.  As was usually the case, logic dictated her course.  She hadn't seen in advance that her circumstances had changed such that she would be willing to accept the "settling down" offer that Tawny had been dangling for some time.  Now, she was excited at the proposition of keeping her own slaves for more than a few months at a time, and of being in the hunt for new property whenever she chose.

She still needed to finish out her next six month stint in Kabul because she was convinced it would deliver Osama.  That would be the crowning achievement for what had already been a stellar career.  To have a role in nabbing the filthy bastard was an opportunity that couldn't be trifled with.  If he wasn't located and captured, well, she did her best.  If he was, everything else in her career after that would be anticlimactic.  She knew there was a lot to be done between now and her departure at the end of the summer, and was relieved that dispensing with candi and slut was no longer on the list.  Tawny would take them as her own until Karen returned.

By the time they both felt things were settled, they were quite hungry.  Karen had Lizbeth place the tupperware container on a kitchen counter and had her cut up some fruit.  She was then told to put the fruit on a platter and to deliver it to them out under the magnolia tree.  Even though it was exceptionally hot, a nice fruit breakfast served on the back of a sweating, bald pig was always a pleasant experience, especially when it was followed by a refreshing, nude swim in the pool.

Lizbeth struggled to get the fruit platter to the Mistresses as quickly as possible.  The cruel device made it impossible to do much of anything without a great deal of patience and determination.  The pig had been placed between them, at the farthest corner of the yard, to serve as a table.  Lizbeth couldn't bend over quite far enough to place the platter on the creature's back and had to be assisted by her owner, which was distressing.  She found it equally distressing that she was actually envious of the pig's status as compared to her own. Lizbeth was learning that Mistress Karen was not to be trifled with.  Her current torment was more than enough to keep her mindful of that.  The eight inch steel phalluses that penetrated her front and back were not the least bit pleasant.  Always one to mind her appearance, she felt like a complete wreck. She had sweated through the little tank top Mistress Karen had dressed her in, and she hadn't been provided any opportunity to prepare herself for the day. She was positively wilting in the heat, particularly those parts of her concealed beneath the black floor-length skirt.  Lizbeth was preoccupied with her circumstances, discomfort, and general uncertainty.  So, she didn't hear Mistress Karen issue her the command until it had been repeated three times.

She had been ordered to bring a cup of pig feed from the sack in the garage. Though her guilt was written all over her face, she pretended she was only aware of the one instruction and turned to hobble back toward the house at the best pace she could muster.

Tawny was embarrassed by Lizbeth's inattentiveness, but impressed by Karen's ability to bring out the flaws in the bitch so quickly.  She would be an outstanding evaluator when they could begin to work in the trade together. "What do you call that...device?", Tawny asked.

"I call it a "Tara"., Karen answered flatly.  "Are you going to discipline the cunt or do you want me to?"  Surely Tawny wouldn't let such a thing pass.

"What did you have in mind?", Tawny asked casually.

With a wicked grin, Karen replied, "Three hours attached to a little transformer and an intermittent timer ought to get her attention."

"Sounds good to me.", Tawny answered before yawning.  Then, "Why did you call it "Tara"?"

"Remember that little hussie Brandi that I took about four years ago?"

Tawny nodded.

"That cunt's real name was Tara.  She was broken with that device...it was designed with her in mind.  That one was a hard head."

"Oh."  Tawny watched Lizbeth struggle slowly across the yard for a moment, then commented, "I wonder if we could impair her speech somehow...temporarily..."

"You mean in order to take her out in public as a..."

"Yes, as a truly fucked-up young lady.  It would shatter her pride."

"Sure.  I could swab her tongue and lips with a numbing agent.  She would probably slobber."

"All the better.  That would be fun.  What about this one?"  Tawny patted the pig's bald head.

"I was thinking about that.  Seeing how nicely corsetting had altered Lizbeth's waist, I think I would like to use the pig as a full-blown fetish experiment."

"You've already started with the feet.  Why not?"

"Yes.  Why not?"

 

Lizbeth was positively distraught at what might happen to her.  She nearly broke down when she finally delivered the cup of pig feed to Mistress Karen and was handed the empty platter that she had served the fruit on.  The thought of traversing the yard yet again to return the platter to the kitchen was almost unthinkable.  She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.  To make matters worse, Mistress Karen prompted her to hurry by telling her that she and Mistress Tawny had been discussing tongue splitting and that they were looking for a "volunteer".

 

Karen hand fed the pig feed nuggets to the pig, which nibbled eagerly at each little handful and licked her palm to ensure not even the tiniest crumb was wasted.  Karen enjoyed teasing it a bit by catching it's tongue by the ring embedded in it's tip and holding it out for a period of time.  The creature had become almost totally compliant, and only reacted involuntarily to excessive pain.  Karen was proud of her progress in training this one.  Though, by intention it was not able to perform real labor for it's owner (it was, afterall, a pig), it had successfully been transformed to an animalistic state from a human one.  It did follow commands well, but it was never tasked with doing anything productive or anything that required thought or judgements.  It could play it's owner's body like a finely tuned instrument, and it could lick and suck for hours and hours.

 

Tawny, watching quietly, understood her dearest friend's attachment to the creature.  It was an innocent being now that it was not so very human.  It seemed so grateful for any attention that one could not help but feel pity for the thing.  It was a good pet for Karen, and would be a good pet for Tawny while she cared for it.  Who knew, maybe Tawny could improve the thing a bit and surpise her friend with, say, a sixteen inch waist when she returned from her last tour of intelligence duty.  That would be nice.

 

Slut was greatly relieved to finally be at Miss Karen's residence again.  Though she had only left the day before, it seemed as though a month had passed.  She was nervous at the thought of meeting Miss Karen's friend, but was sure everything would work out okay.  It always did, really.

She assumed the boxes she had picked up in Miami were heavy.  They appeared to be.  So, she backed the minivan into the driveway, parking it so that it could quickly be backed into the garage once the door was lifted.  She hopped out of the van and sprang quickly to the entry door to assume her position and wait for Miss Karen to allow her in.  She became alarmed when she saw a strange, crippled young woman hobbling through the house with a cane.  The woman noticed her and appeared surprised and uncertain as to what to do.  slut felt sorry for her, as she obviously had a great deal of difficulty getting around.  She wondered if this was Miss Karen's friend.

slut held her position on the outside entry patio for what seemed an eternity while the handicapped girl struggled toward the back of the house.   Eventually she passed out of sight, only to be gone for an even longer period of time. Finally slut could see Miss Karen and a very pretty woman that looked to be about Miss Karen's age walking casually toward the door.  They were both naked, apparently having just taken a swim.

Miss Karen didn't allow her into the house.  She cracked the door a few inches and told slut to back the van into the garage.  slut returned to the van while Miss Karen activated the power garage door opener.  She backed the van in.  The door was closing even before she had shut the van off.  slut went to the rear of the van where Miss Karen was talking with the petite lady to await further instructions.  She wanted...some recognition that she had been gone and was now back.   Instead she was simply ignored as though, well...as though she...she was thinking too much again.  It was better not to think.

Miss Karen pulled open the cargo doors at the back of the van.  Her and the lady looked over the wooden crates for a few seconds, then turned toward slut.

"You look as though you've been well fucked.", Miss Karen commented dryly.

"Yes. Ma'am.", slut replied.  It was true.  She was still sore, and might be for a week.  Miss Karen knew her so well.

"Strip and go take care of the pig as you would have in the morning, then prepare yourself so that I can properly present you.  The young lady you'll see hobbling around is Lizbeth.  Do not speak to her.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am.", slut answered respectfully, pulling off the t-shirt and panties. She was then sent off with a flick of Miss Karen's wrist.

 

"That one is a walking hard-on factory.", Tawny commented after slut had left the garage.  "You've got to complete the package with new titties."

"You know, I had been wanting to ask about your doctor friend.  Is he still...available?"

"Oh, sure.", Tawny answered.  "C'mon, let's get these crates opened up!"